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The homie Great John on the beat, by the way
Don't Come Outside, Volume 3 out now
(Great John on the beat, by the way)
I'ma fan Heavenly Father but
was born in him
He learned his art from the world that he knew
One evening George Silvertop, passing by, chanced to stop
He took one look and he knew
tree
Christmas tree, oh ooh oh, oh yeah
{piano solo by Dr. John}
Ooh, yeah, oh
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh, oh
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah
[Dr. John]
St.
admit I been tempted by drugs
I admit that I just need a hug (I)
I admit the devil talk to me sometimes
But the devil is not who I trust (yeah, not who
boogie
Whoa, shake a-yo' boogie
C'mon an shake a-yo' boogie
Because yo' boogie's alright wit' me
'Now John, I got it this time by myself'
Watching the tension grow
I am sailing off to London
I am accompanied by someone who always pays
I have found a wealthy husband
Who will keep me in
writhing in agony, and just then Jack, Jane, and John (not me) walked by. But they didn't recognize him, so they did nothing. They could have saved him, but
wanna thank him
Take a look at these girls, they the best in the world
Blonds and brunettes, redheads with curls
March with me girl and let your baton
not
He'd hang around with Geldof doing
Live Aid and the like
Oh, I'm glad John Lennon died
Now before you start to boo me
And say that I'm a cunt
you see me lookin like I got no chance
So look away go back to bed and do my song and dance
Eyes look but don't read shit recollect my jaw don't heed
you see me lookin like I got no chance
So look away go back to bed and do my song and dance
Eyes look but don't read shit recollect my jaw don't heed
to ya nigga, wanna see a dead body?
Teflon Don, Bon Jovi, John Gotti
Step on the block, they wanna be like me
Look at his watch, he wanna be like me
Step
resing
KD in my blunt mixed with pure resin
I am not guilty, it was alleged
I'ma sing to this girl like John Legend
Gave perks all of me, I'm not John
Kei-ei
Yeah...
Let me look into your eyes
Let me see what you're thinking
cll around the world
John Cena U can't see me
Busy to the monday
You look so funny to me
When you pretend to be something
You could never be you try to make us think
You live a tough life
But you've got your
sound
By working out of doors
True friendship and adventure are what we can't live without
And when you're a professional pirate
Bad Polly: That's
a favor
Just play me a little John Prine”
He said anything you want here
Give me a song that will just please your ear
Then another one to just get you
to go down to John's indie disco. Same story as Friday - lots of hugging, lots of dancing etc. etc. I couldn't sleep again so went up the park to look
a man a man by the name of john
I'm talking bout a man a man by the name of john
He's the meanest man that ever lived under this sun
What you see here
at the bar
And I had to disappear. But the way John
Held onto each cigarette drag - those sharp lips and
Leather eyes lit by the ember flaring at his
to kill every nigga
That stand by him or speak for him
Can you stop actin' like you
Doin' me a favor? Do I seem rattled?
This idiot don't even know he tell
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
Look I know some people that talk behind my back that I used to take back and forth to the church
Heard the same sermon so tell me how that is
V it's all in my jeans like Sean John
All my niggas, let's do it
All my bitches floorin' that ass, let's do it
Looks a crooked eye motherfucker,
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