Lyrics:
the boulevard, Chris Rock ed the song
For the hundredth time, they pressed rewind to the beginning
They toast to the rhyme, the juice spilt from John's Lennon
John
It's Jimmy and the jet, standin' on the pier
I'm known as the farmer, cultivatin' mate without mendin'
Bendin', compromising any of my styles
the air-n
Like saddam hussein I'm giving bush a scaring
I'm the kind of bitch that's got a hanging nut sack
Scratch my face using a mother fucking thumb tack
of the (Bush Killa) back to bust
Just us for the justice, in God we trust
I rush truth to the youth, and shine the light
Take the red pill, open up your eyes
the bush burn
Take a puff then pass it
As the hands on the clock turn
While the bush burn
And while the kids smoke
That's a big hit, big rip
Now the kids
twenty shot plenty shot
Verse 1 : Am on the grind don’t get bad mine pass Yuh god dam Line e camouflage tall a1 John coin spray bay man coin similar
lose your control, end up a John Doe
You didn't know, my shit is game tight
The insane type to bust open your brain with a drainpipe
It ain't right,
Please, don't blow that shit nowhere by me
I know bush when it floats by me, uh
They ain't never believed in me
Why'd I make it to the party? Uh
Honestly,
show you how to throw them things
I'm too connected like John Gotti and Nino
For a small fee they find your body wreakin' out in Reno
I know
damn
Give me the fuckin' weed, he's gone
John, what? He kept goin'
It's like I got enemy's, 'cause of my race they hate me
Fuck pullin' over, chase me
keep it real or get John Doe'd
My hair stay nappy, stay bush, stay twist
My attitude is shitty, my hands stay fist
My house stay searched, my cars stay
a bush
Baby, need a open wide, it's bigger than your Jimmy Johns
I ain't finna to pop your shit, I don't know where it's coming from
I don't need to pop
Cowboy Like That
Chris Turner - BMI/WalkerDawg Entertainment
Jamie Adamson - CMG Catalyst Music Group
Verse
Never found a bush he would beat around
smoke n good music seems that’s all he was taught
Global sports bush market where the fitted was bought
Now I get em by marcy I ain’t Gotta import
bitch u gotta look
I took my gun 2school like a book
Yea yea
I take his ass out he a bush
I push the work like it's onna swing
We riding dirty but
You taught me to re-align my chakra,
speak to my inner consciousness.
You made me listen to John Butler
and other rubbish that bored me to shit
You
You taught me to re-align my chakra,
speak to my inner consciousness.
You made me listen to John Butler
and other rubbish that bored me to shit
to the stage
Might not be back for a while
Cause we've got Sam Bush, Leftover Salmon
At night we'll dance to Billy Strings
But all I really need is late night
thank myself For never slipping away
And still becoming who I Knew I would in oddest of Ways
You beat around the bush
I mow the whole landscape
Titty in
was just a sack of *cough cough cough*
With wire taps and secret files exploded with one push
His covert operations were the envy of George Bush
You
the strength of Osama I bin laden then they gone bomb me Obama ain't gone agree I know King John Ain't "Ill, I Been on weapon detail ever since I was "lil,
down
Halfway To the liquor store
Thankfully it was by the lake
So I sat and drank some more
Smoking all my smoking stuff
With a pal John Maxwell Herb
by John Williamson
Koala Koala - we love you
But we chop down your home
And you run
Koala, Koala - where do you go
When we take your gum tree
rappers
Out here buyin' farms and shit
Didn't see no gangsta's flеxin' John Deere
Before my gap-toothеd ass got my
Shitkickers and came here
They say
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