Lyrics:
It don't matter what they say
You can't be the Jack Johnson of today
Big Black Baby Jesus on the way
Come on, the Jesus of today
Come on...
Do it
Do
desire)
Barry, you want some chicken
(The undeniable passion)
Aw, you that singin' stuff
(The love, of someone are some thing)
You know you want some
desire)
Barry, you want some chicken
(The undeniable passion)
Aw, you that singin' stuff
(The love, of someone are some thing)
You know you want some
what we know
(and) no matter what they try to do
They can't stop the show
Now, girls, I'm proud of every one of you
Cass, spit out your gum, it don't
home is this?
How'd I get here man, I do grownup shit
Let me know when your games are all done
Cause I can't fuck with these games you call fun
leading a mobile patrol it was 1972
(What’s that sound?)
A massive explosion a hundred yards in front
Of Johnson's vehicle brought the patrol
To a halt
release my urge!
With these images in my head will stop at nothing till you're finally gone
So I'ma do you a favor and have your family dead by fucking
Ain't no love in Oakland, bitch
Niggas always talkin bout 'I love you'
But ain't no love, bitch
Now it's a shame, I can't be saved by John
Pass me the rock lil bitch Dwayne Johnson
I got all that shit you wanted
Get to the top you know I want it
Ain’t no luck Im like a prophet
Private like
catch you moving
Red eye, swing by, I barely pressed it
Zooming unky in the kitchen with some dog
Finna step into it
European sneaks on but the necklace
While me and my folks explode like bombs an missiles
Yeah you do you thing and my applauses with you
But my lyrics be the shit with the toilet tissue
So
Jeden fałszywy ruch i spadasz na dno
Tylko nieczyste zagrania mogą zwrócić tron
Chcę zyskiwać szacunek jak Carl Johnson
Z Los Santos do San Fierro a po
with you in a Focus
Stay low do what u supposed to, Dolo cuz you can't trust niggas
Aquafina my demeanor from a young age
Black man, Black man (?) phase
Daddy's in Pittsburg, Kansas
Drum to Jack Johnson maybe The Red Hot Peppers
Go ahead and look at the view
I don't really ever do
Secrets behind a fake smile
We were just a couple years short of the age
By my name on a fake ID
And still 'bout a hundred away from the day
Your daddy said you could run
partner, but I ain't playin'
You got any sense, you'll do what the fuck I say
I say no goddamn album
And that ain't no threat, that's a motherfuckin'
heart
Do you trust Boris Johnson to deliver the kind of Brexit that you want
I'm gonna put my trust in Boris Johnson at the moment
I believe what he says
are all singin' as they drag you by your feet
But the hangman isn't hangin' and they put you on the street
You go back, Jack, do it again, wheel
My heart and head can't take this mess
You say you'll try but you never pick up
Can't do this now my patience's out
I call to work it out but you
pocket hit the road by the morning time
I count that shit up and smoke a wood coolin with the guys
Niggas gon hate when they see you winnin don't be
Have you heard about the Jeffrey Johnson fight
Oh lord what a hell of a fight
You can take all the heavyweights you got (Cause you got!)
You got
disappeared
Now, take notes
When I say these quotes
By the time I finish
Y'all gone say he's dope
You see, that was just the first
When I spit my verse
Now
are all singin' as they drag you by your feet
But the hangman isn't hangin' and they put you on the street
You go back, Jack, do it again, wheel
coat
Where's my bread, sucka?
Grab ya by the throat
Callin' all cars, one-adam-twelve
Pretty ass nigga, you better stick yourself
Militant, don't
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