Lyrics:
to the Laker haters
11 chips since magic Johnson came here (Facts!)
And that’s a fact, shoutout to Jack, shoutout to Shaq
Shoutout to the Laker fans all across
just sit there and stare
Now drink that drink and smoke that smoke
Old mister johnson turns blue and starts to choke
Somebody slap him on the back
Now
Have you heard about the big strong man
He lives in a caravan
Have you heard about the Jeffrey Johnson fight
Well oh what a hell of a fight
You can
to me
More Buffett more beer ah ha yeah I'll play any song that you want to hear
A Bob Marley song or a sing along a little Jack Johnson yeah you can't go
the one who invented magic
Johnson for you sick niggas
Acting as a parasite
Treating people like stick figures
Can't think for yoself you let the stick
Got my radio playing Jack Johnson on repeat
Banana Pancakes and coconut cream
You tell me I'm the only Tan that you need
I'll get you both in
you an expert. And if that's the case
By my count I'm right around a 100k
And nowhere close to even being done today
Catching sun rays. Like I'm
Simmons
By the second round she ready to tap out
We both mortals but I gotta finish her
Gotta finish her right now (Finish her)
My heart empty like
Corvette
Monty lowering his head
Malcom in the middle
cnzolone n we added Jack
Jacobs bout to buckle up
Gardner Johnson on the grass
Champions cuz we
price, stay on your toes cause I'm poppin'
If Jack and a couple Harlows gave me the key cause now I'm locked in
Pacing, walking, forever hip-hopping
(There go a opp trying drop 10) (Spin on his block trying work trying clock in)
(We ain't jack boys but my niggas they be jacking)
(Call me for some
find the truth
Just wait 'till her lips turn blood red
She'll fall in love with whoever, 'nuff said
And that's Johnson
He's always on some agro frat
with raw missles a lot
The old hoes that they won't give you a shot
But you can get the whole pistol, it's gon' hit you a lot
These are real words
shut up
But Jack was wack, nobody cared
Or maybe all his niggas there was scared
My nigga Kato got shot by a punk
Hit from the back by some
your room in isolation
Amount of shit inside your mouth is verbal constipation
One sec, I'll make the hit pop
Then house DJ's think I'm shit hot
I'll do
It's a mack attack, coming from way back
My name is Too $hort baby, I don't play that jack
I'm from the Dangerous Crew, and I tell you it's true
just sit there and stare
Now drink that drink and smoke that smoke
Old mister johnson turns blue and starts to choke
Somebody slap him on the back
Now
micheal jack
Smooth
Criminal ion know bout
Ima take the rock hit the hole like a running back
How to be a fuck nigga ion know how
It could be a lie
you, got somethin' Lord that'll honor you
Blow your little head off while you're tyin' your shoe
But back in the kitchen, Pyrex's
Occupied by
a script
Told the doc' he got some hip pain
Jack run
Fifty phones stacked by the sixth day
When I turn 'em all in
I'm copping big face
Show neph' how
some old fake Louie,
Baby if that's real Louie, I'm Tom Cruise.
Excuse me, I'd like to buy some.
You don't know jack about this Louie.
Take your
"In this country a man's home is his castle."
I've been jacked by the racist scum, and here I come
Klan, run - cause revenge is fun! And I'm that
"In this country a man's home is his castle"
I've been jacked by the racist scum, and here I come
Klan, run 'cause revenge is fun! And I'm that
finesse the plug because I Deebo that nigga
Used to be peace and O's, drop am opp like pop's stinky load
Last Friday hit by the pos, too dope in
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