Lyrics:
Punch the data in ya mainframe
You want it all, I want the same thing
Strive to maintain, live out my name
Hard to obtain, hard to explain, ain't
Now, an my baby went out
An' stayed out all night long
She never came home
Until the break of dawn
C'mon, shake yo' boogie
Whoa, shake a-yo'
Punch the data in ya mainframe
You want it all, I want the same thing
Strive to maintain, live out my name
Hard to obtain, hard to explain, ain't
Greetings, earthlings, take me to your leader (ooh shit!)
D.E.E.P. you want to go D.E.E.P., I'll take ya D.E.E.P
You know you fucked up when you let
make-up to break up
See the Jay cup
Fix the lil make up
That's them youngunas Chris and Lil Neefy
Wishin' they was the one
But Chris got Lil Kee
Multiple Memphis scares, outlining your insides wit' bars
Grippin' your nina hard, bitch my blood inhaled by heart
When the fuck you gon' start recognize
and Pass
I dont really go out on dates but I dont know If you relate
I'll Put yo nigga on some skates or mess around and katxh a kase
KeeP my ratxhet on me
the street jumped off
The car in 9-0 I was wearing all white capisque had my 501's, five dunkie rolls
Couldn't be saved by john the pope the m-a-c and k from
With fully-fashioned mugs, that's Little John's thugs,
The Barking Slugs - supersmugs!
For today is the day when they sort it out, sort it out,
These
I- (yo, yo)
Stylin' on 'em, big B's, bought the Benz out
Elevator, press P for the penthouse
Cop those then we break like tacos
Roscoe's, on his
You just start visitin spots, I've been by
And the hell with a throwback nigga, I've been fly
[P. Diddy]
Come on now
[Loon]
Definitely real, spend
ait back relax and just pause on you bitches like
I should go start a family or something
Whoah
No even if they kit Kat ain't no kee kee
John cena
they asked Doc boy if he go tell him and he said yeah he'd go
He found old John sittin' in his homemade rockin' chair
Thumbin' thru a worn out Bible
they asked Doc boy if he go tell him and he said yeah he'd go
He found old John sittin' in his homemade rockin' chair
Thumbin' through a worn out
of Richmond, California
Where niggas run through with gats all up on ya
You better break North or South, before we take you out
Ain't no love in this
to be touched, John John
Bring the phenomenon, I cold crush
MC, inferiorities they froze up, ice cold
As we move on, saga unfold
Captivated by a saga
clique to the T-O-P on G-O-D with B.o.B.
Tell by the hat, you could tell by the tat, you could tell how I act, you could tell how I rap that I represent
near old Juarez
There were rumors, that Old John Brown
Had been shot dead
Sheriff Parker knew better than that
He knew John was just hiding out
Biding
Thirty two shots to split ya!
It's all about the cash when I'm fuckin' wit' ya!
John could make ya richer!
Fuck the Prince of Bel-Air!
I'm
by
Yo guard that you ain't a fighter
Came out the bac door the nigga ain't see me
He wanna die over a pound of that tree
Tree no sixty nine I can't
collar till ya break ya back loc
[Chorus]
[Master P]
Ah dog we off the heezy
Snoop and P together for cheesy
Poppin' collars from the South
it out, y'all just let it out, holla and let it out
Introduction, here's a new concussion
I'm a break it down like a mechanical conductant
Words and music by John Kay
Rocket Ritchotte and Michael Wilk
Up early in the morning
'bout the break of day
Still huggin' that empty pillow where
Hey you were standing by the screen door slamming
Rather clear what's taking place
You were holding on to Louie, he was packing, he was heavy
That
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