Lyrics:
on like Jim
Theds asking questions
I don't know a thing
I'm Lying like Kerry
Out in the field
like John Terry
I'm to much for the ops like fekky
Way
at Diddy in a Sean John sweatsuit
I felt ambushed by New York niggas
Live by the code, die by the code (it's still west side though)
Never been a hoe,
Skrrting lava, winter tires
Molten steam seeps from the mires
White wine and wildfires
All in the name of god's good ire
John the revelator and I'm
We got the refugees all-stars rubba dubbin' in the club
Wyclef Jean, John Forte, Prizewell
Nah mean the streets are gettin' a little crazy
Looka
you,lost in your mercies
abundant yeah oo
I am lost in you,lost in your favour oo
oo yeah
You're shining through ages
redeemet and king, the I am
Lord for
Thank you same to you ha, ha happy Christmas
Christmas, John, and I see you strolling in
Ascot Garden with your wife, Yoko, but well
Do you
Have any
pointed at John Roy and said
"It's all his, now please let me go, I mean it was your idea genius.
I was just layin' there in bed, when you said"
Hey Romeo,
in all black everything
You're bout to see bloodstains on your persian
I'm lurking, no conversing
Burst in the room and then start bursting
I won't
to run
John Ross he replied, with your men by my side
My head and my heart and my gun
The champion of justice he grew up to be abhorring the practice
John wins?
Oh Gamelyn, your life seems impossibleAlways running in and out of trouble with the lawEveryday, injustice follow youas your brother John (The
But all I could think about
Was savin my own tail
When he mentioned ten years
In a Mexican jail
So I pointed to John Roy and said
It's all his now
MY SEcSON MY TIME LYRICS
Where are the praisers
In this place. Where are the men of Issachar
It is our time
It is our season
To take back all
favourite station
How you gon tear your face off
Capital or in Lagos
Canada or Barbados
Come with the flex
Causing you stress
Man we don't need no favours
Man
See see the stars, cc the acres
See see the Gods, cc the favours
See see my heart, all I cc is greatness
See see my heart, all I cc is greatness
Cc
(Trell got that juice Nigga)
Long live LG, Long live Chop, Long live John
Long live all the guys nigga
I wanna tell you that I love you before it's too
you all haters
Open your dome before that long scope
Put your face in the stars like Carl Sagan
Walking around cross faded giving you
Those raw hay
("Toto... ! Toto... !"), blowing these terrible germs in his direction ("Come here, Toto... !"), and all of this caused ("Toto... !") by a huge mountain
door
And I need to get her out on the floor
So get up on to your feet
By breakin you off a drink
'Cause you know what I came here for..
[Chorus]
Dig it
Dress up to your thigh you wear it very high
You walk by in a pig's eye
I'm a guy so I sigh
But you ain't shy
Besta besta best of all, you're
that gas and pour up a 4
I use all cash when I'm in the store
They say who's that
But I don't even know
I just be by my bag
And I only want more
I'm
(Scatting by Scatman John)
Everybody party down to Louisiana
Everybody jam (yeh)
Everybody come and take a ride with me
(Scatting by Scatman John)
Follow
I close my eyes spin
Take a breath and I picture us in a place
I can't recognize, cmon!
In the fire I call your name out dances
Up all night tryin'
of John Black-Singing]
But once again you're lost inside your head and never com-ing home
[Aceyalone]
Trapped up in your thoughts, caught up in the web
of Bill,
And Johnny's lads stand very still.
With the thumpire's shout, they all start to clout
- there's no guns in this gentleman's bout.
Georgie moves
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