Lyrics:
Through The Country', let's go John
Down the road where the black top ends
You can find Colt Ford with all his friends
We're used to gravel roads,
"he cheated on her" just wasn't fucking true
Anyway, after that a few weeks went by before she let me see you
And she said it was because I still
for the New World Order
Peakafeller, Rockafeller, fuck these mother fuck out
Illuminati
Regarde le ciel
Qu'est-ce tu vois
Juste des chemtrails
There's
(Cut that shit up baso)
(I got Mikey, we fuck shit up)
It's forever Johnworld, and you know that we steppin' bout it
Dissin' on John, hit your block,
John Cena]
The untouchable cat whose style is right
I can be mistaken for the smooth and silent type
My violence bites tight like it was vampire's
See man, let's get
Pop in love
I know you popular
Admitted the club
But I just want to toss you up
Before I
Swallow you whole
I need to wash
runnin' out
It's for real, though, let's connect, politic, ditto
We could trade places, get lifted in the staircases
Word up, peace, incarcerated
runnin' out
It's for real, though, let's connect, politic, ditto
We could trade places, get lifted in the staircases
Word up, peace, incarcerated
alright and you think you're on
Somebody let me know
Will everybody in the place, put a whistle in your face
Scream it out and say yo, hit it!
You
alright and you think you're on
Somebody let me know
Will everybody in the place, put a whistle in your face
Scream it out and say yo, hit it!
You
shit
Nigga back up
Yo lil ass a chump
They
Gone have to come
Deep for me
Discreet
Cus I'm the one
Nigga
Ima come
John Wick 3
Take 'em out
One by one
of violence
Act of violence act of violence
Follow me yellow star let me guild you to the lights
Blue purple yellow misty
Cats and wolves out at the same night
like John Lithgow
The vado made the wrist glow, checking out his no
I lift weights, its like ah rich blow, rain showers
Watched pops play with 'caine for
India Kager. Kept their baby out of danger
Both shot by cops. Both wounds became fatal
Janet Wilson done wrong. I’m sorry that you are gone
I’m so hurt
revoir, so long, yeah
How could I be wrong? Did you listen to the song?
Little bitch you seen a (Cena) cheque, better call it 'John'
Paid by what date? Boi,
to the back where they flexed
like "Fuck sex! Wait for a check!"
"Pete! Let's jet! Let's be out! I feel a threat!"
Then I heard a shriek
The two cats from
32 is dead
Let's keep it going on
Let's see what happened next
Next day all three of us went driving by our new address
That brand new whipple home
a tre
Bust my ass and at night I heard her pray
Lord don't let my boy succumb to
But it was too late, I already begun to
Hanging with the knuckleheads
Let me get it here
Let me change up before it is too late
There's a broken stick
There's a wrinkle on a leaf, it's dried out
Was a good long run
Bang Bang, Bang Bang Bang
Black man slain and the shots rang
The City Of God
Bishop in "Juice"
These are the stories told, by cats in a hat like Seuss
your name
I swear to that, never change, knock on my 50's, pick on your name
I been out some old shit, thuggin' by myself
Don't fuck with these fools,
Who else is firm? Me and Travis, the on the dot cat
Better be a good lil' cat, hooker don't pop crack
'cause I'm Top Cat
[samples]
[Slick Rick]
Let me
track
Run it back Let it ride in fact
I don’t take many shots Because I fire back
Don’t stop for the cops until the tires flat
A few cats is
talking cats tryin' to do a nigga foul
It's goin' down nigga round up the team
I'm'll head over here just to map out the scene
Ship them things in route
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