Lyrics:
zone, like it's two three
Ridin' with the bro's, smokin' blunts in the two seat
Can't kick it for free, more serious than fun
If you do it by yourself,
come from up above
My nigga's Iron Lung but you can stay one love
It's just a one two three a three a two one
Throw your blunts in the air for the god
and roll some weed up
You'll roll 3 blunts and fuck up 3 blunts
Mothafucka you would fuck up a free lunch
Dawg, keep it right thurr like Chingy
Your girl
harder than a steam engine like John Henry
Turn dirt to dollars like Don Henley
Ugly and still get hollers like Ron Jeremy
At least monetarily, terribly
wonderin' where the fuck Alice is
While you're jerkin' your dick catchin' mad callouses
Slave labor steel drivin' like John Henry
Layin' down
Here's a tune about this honey named Renee
That I met one day
On my way back from John Jay
I'm peepin' shorty as she's walking to the train
I tap
But dem shoulda know seh Water House don't fear dem
Black blunt bullet is dat me use and jeer dem
Gih (give) dem Black Rhino seh go home go wear
Lazer beam glock
what's a bird to a brother with a flock, wha?
They got some nerve
To even try and shit a turd
On John J, flap a nigga
After midnight I'm on that dark shit
Rollin' up a blunt or two hell yeah I'm a spark it
Spartan, war is what startin' if you barkin'
Who you think
Por la carretera, con música buena
En la billetera, siempre un par de ceda
Yendo con mis niggas, quemo como si na'
Pega como John Cena, ya pasó la
a body with Cypress Hill
Yeah!
[Chorus]
We don't give a fuck, we live it up till the day we die
You try to deal with us, but you got no blunts to get
llenando mi cartera,
El nazareno me dijo,
Díselo Ismael rivera,
Que yo no soy Oscar de León,
Pero sé que llorarán por traicionera,
Pása ese blunt,
Y metele
I hustled, nigga I ran it up
Bad bitch rolling my blunt, I sit back smack on her butt
I'll do ah one on one, But I pop niggas for fun
I ain't even up
morada in my brain (in my brain)
Muchas pastillas, papeles
Todo tatuado al estilo Lil Wayne, hey (okey)
Blunt, bitches (bitches)
Green nights
Then kill her like John F. Kennedy
Smoke blunts, drink Hennessy
Only cunts in your family
I text and drive on my bicycle
And at the same time stake you
I got's to find me
One of them ladies, who be up in the closet
Come out on holiday's, and birthday's lookin sausage
The party's at the Henry
was thinking that night about Elvis
Day that he died, day that he died
He was all alone in a long decline
Thinking how happy John Henry was that he
me
But, its alright
Now don't call John Henry
Just kiss him goodbye
It don't matter anyway
So simply goodbye,
In the Port of Souls
In
You know how the hater chit-chat goes
Ain't nobody do it like this oh, no
Tunnel vision 'til we doing Ebro
They don't know you, bro bro - John Doe
blunts to get high
You won't be real with us, but ya reelin' us and you want to ride
You try to deal with us, but you got no blunts to get high
Yo,.lyrical murda on wax, what!?
Still gettin high, puffin' that la,
Yeah, Terror Squad, Blunt Records,
Check this shit out,
Cuban Link.. wha..
the soul
And we gonna do it a little somethin'
With three subjects like this
Subject one is about a brother by the name of John
Who was sellin'
Fuck my first bitch on hazel rd
Hit my first lick on hazel rd
Smoke my first blunt on hazel rd
You ain't doing nothing on Hazel rd
On hazel rd
Jozi that's my city
Maw'bay'za hamba kini
Life gon' make you skinny
Hate on me boy you just silly
It don't matter we're still winning
Fana nenja ka John
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