Lyrics:
body got me all excited
Drinks on me then you can be on me
Then you can see what we was made for
Turn up the radio, ready to go, John
It’s time
just...
Repeat CHORUS
I’m Caribbean dreamin’ yeah.....
Words and music: john jack jr.
1976/1990 Dusty Boy Music/BMI ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
Vocals,
of view
Might even look good on you, a pelican’s point of view...
Words and music: john jack jr
2002 Dusty Boy Music/BMI ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
Vocals,
a motherfuckin' G, I don't play with no nigga
Multi-millionaire self-made, ho nigga
H-U-S-T-L-E gang
For that, in God we trust, we bang
I'm the new John Gotti
like I was John F. Kennedy
Mm, nah, I won't be sent away
Fuck a cop, non-stop, 20 Crip, all day
Bang out, til the sun comes up
The wheels fall off
Lil' Cease
Kim
Cristal
B-Rock
Gutter
What the... what the, uh
You don't stop
Ruff Ryder, DMX, L-O-X
Bad Boy, yeah
So-So Def
JD, Free, yeah,
on a platta
That's why your dame was open once I threw these lyrics at her
Say what? The rhyme data ???
Smokin wack MC's so bad I'm at the ground
little bitch she be riding with me all day
Hear K's spray in my hood all day
You can get an opp flame broiled or sauted
City by the beach nigga wavy like
of me
Follow me, i’m on the path to get a
House with olive trees
In a beach house, coming with the beats out
One of my dreams ow, make the people say wow
Kingsway
Damn it's young TeeJay
Young TJ on the beat and King Zorro
Yea
It's TJ, It's the beach life
She calin me on the phone
She like to like
JNCO jeans
Levi 501s held Levy's 5th of Zaza
Boy that's primo gasoline
Sparking dicks at drama
This a dramatic bag of weed
She want me to bring
and hallways, you be spitting that blaze
We be spitting the John Blaze, please give me besos mami
Can see the preacher Sundays, saturday was a blur
A bunch
You'll be Home Alone just like that little white boy
Master Eyce is on the way
And live from New York I'm catching wreck on a Saturday
"Live from New
Grab your gun. We #1. I feel great
Top Boy
What we gonna do in 22'. Yeah
What we gonna do in 22'
What we gonna do in 22' Yeah
Top Boy
Black
*****Erasure Lyrics*****
*****Version 1.0*****
Albums and be-Sides
-Painstakingly compiled and transcribed by John Setlik
(mg498a03@canisius.bitnet)
act,
A rat-tat-tat-tat with my 9 millimeter gat
So boys better raise the fuck up off me,
Cuz that boy Mike D is living the John fucking Gotti
in
on these lyrics
Like a nap, nap
Or like in
You'll be missin' out
If you know you lost
Take a different route
If you know the cross
Confess it with you
demons
John cena daily
Would I sell out?
Fuck yeah somebody pay me
Girl I'm five eleven but if I stand on my money
I'd be five seven I owe a shit load
did you miss me?
Well of course you did, I'm just being silly
Don't know why I'm asking
John is wicked like Keanu Reeves
Type of guy you wanna be
Oh he
did you miss me?
Well of course you did, I'm just being silly
Don't know why I'm asking
John is wicked like Keanu Reeves
Type of guy you wanna be
Oh he
I'm a JIT
Boy, don't play with me
Switch the flow and switch the beat
Shorty hotter than the beach
Said she don't know what it means, I'm a JIT, yeah
fly
I say that a lot and Imma keep on
Thousand dollar jeans on nigga keep going
Keep walking, piece on
You won’t find me in my beach home
I’m out ya
I'ma hold my own, yeah
Bitches laying on the floor like it's a crack house
Welcome to the frat house
LBC, we them beach boys
We don't need your
And all my money going into
Daddy's Nest Egg That ok?
I ain't selling my soul
My soul be writing like most
My lyrics on all these records
And records make
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