Lyrics:
What I thought that I knew I could easily do
Wasn't half of the story I see to be true
And I wish that I'd paid more attention to you
I'm in need
a sound
They got what you need
What you need
Make you say
Oh my
Feels just like I don't try
Looks so good I might die
All I know is everybody loves
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
a visit I pay - and does it pay!"
And his friend, Liquid Len by name,
Of Wine, Women and Wandsworth fame,
Said "I'm breaking the legs of the bastard that
somethin I need yuh mama
I did a really dumb thing to bring you drama
I was just frontin with all the glamma
Roc-a-wear, sean john, dolce gabbana
On di
No real Percs were taken in the making of this song
Kids, do not do drugs
Great John on the beat by the way
(Hello there, if you ever need a Perc,
Lookin' back at the years gone by
When The Message changed my life
Heavy metal, the nest was dead
Well, and the rappers gave delight
But I don't
and take me a walk
It might make me feel better
I guess I'll go on by ol', ol' John's cabin
See what's happenin' down there
Sounds like the joints
Just to get by, just to get by
Ask him why some people got to live in a trailer, cuss like a sailor
I paint a picture with the pen like Norman Mailer
C'mon, let's get
Pop in love
I know you pop-you-lar
Admitted the club
But I just want to toss you up
Before I
Swallow you whole
I need to wash
the suburbs to the hood
May you judge us by our hearts and not by our mistakes
And see that we get our breakthrough, however long that it takes
May you fill
the Colt 45, I'ma need somethin' stronger
If I pop any caps, it better be off of vodka
Round after round after round, I'm gettin' loaded
That's a lot
yet
Could you turn your back on all of this
I can't abide standing by as a witness to the end of the world
Holt took a boat to a Chinese sub
I was born in Kazakstan
My parents lived in Mazatlan
Raised up by a Tiddy Mon
Breast-fed by a Nun
Youth is always on the run
On my way to Oregon
Shit, fuck, shit
Boy, huh
Tobey Maguire got bit by a spider, but see, me, it was a goat
If you want space, I hope you take your helmet off soon
Just to get by, just to get by
Ask him why some people got to live in a trailer, cuss like a sailor
I paint a picture with the pen like Norman Mailer
Words and music by John Kay
Rocket Ritchotte and Michael Wilk
Hey baby, you and I should get together
Hey, baby, come on girl, let's get away
Just
therapy
I just need some blue cheese with my celery
I aint talkn veggie cuz its smoke then we want the beef
1st 1 in the city smackin dicks n ninas on chief
out.
What you want.
I said look man, I'm John Lee Hooker, I sing the blues.
They said the President don't have time for the blues.
I said look
feet back, throw the toe on
Company line, never towed on
Not the type to get told on
Except by haters tryna make a goal on
And I wonder why?
I wonder
feet back, throw the toe on
Company line, never towed on
Not the type to get told on
Except by haters tryna make a goal on
And I wonder why?
I wonder
[Chorus]
Every once in awhile
You need some ol' skool company
Somebody that appreciates a sexy groove
And a old school melody
When God, his son
souls to righteousness.
Baptizing in the Jordan's flow,
Pointing to the One we need to know.
In the midst of doubt, and hearts perplexed,
John proclaimed
the town called "The City of Dope"
It couldn't be saved by John the Pope
So go on, live your life of crime
The beat'll keep beating while I say my rhyme
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