Lyrics:
gon' go on vacation
Wait, damn, okay that's way too far ahead of me
So I'm just tryna take it day to day if they would let a G, breath
Cop cars by
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
had to get P-A-I-D, that's why my moms hate me
She was forced to kick me out, no doubt
Then I figured out licks went for twenty down South
Packed up
trouble
Oh, you realer now?
I'm the kind to cut a peace of soap, put it on the imbecile
Crack the hen rock style, give me the foul
Girls grope then I smile
turn my back and wash my hands like Pontius Pilate
Because of my sins God died for me what did it cost
All I know that Jesus died, paid the price to be
me happy buy yourself a Sattle
Unlike my sister Stacy when she lost her papa
I been there, gettin stroke and nothing to trap-uh
John could do, when
the moon is bright tonight upon the car wash
So I'm having my Volkswagen washed again
But the way things go with me, the way my luck is,
Just as soon
Position
Position
Gyal you raw like paper
Raw dan dovey mag
Pumpum fat so til it all a buss you pants
Wicked dan dorian
Me D to you P mek a collision
Tellin your friends I was weak
And you was never makin a sound i'm a king
You can tell by the shape of the crown
I can sling
Ain't no bird-brain makin me
lekker lekker
My bru, kyk hie
Ayyo, ayyo ayyo
You don’t wanna step to me
Still rep the C.P.T, till the day I D.I.E
Ayyo, ayyo ayyo
You don’t wanna step
Rip the body
Cut a vein
Dead a mark wash a stain
Fuck with me
You'll end up tardy
Yeah, yeah
Shoot the target
Break the frame
Hit the mark cause some
someone to come seek with
You got to be the one before the other piece fits
Oo Now I'm trynna be her John B
I been looking for a minute hope she finds me
cye and Ima keep going and going nothing you can do to me
cnd you keep talking and talking none of it is true to me
Oh no that beat is a killa no
Oda Paccy
Come on come on
Turwana n’ubuzima duhangana na benshi batugendaho
Hasi hejuru ngiyo imitego P simfatwa n’ibibonetse
Uzahura na byinshi
Now I'm the stepdaddy and the son in law
You call me Too $hort they call me too raw
I creep by one room in to the next
Nothin' goin' on but some
(You Know Harlz Made It)
Look
Rude boy are you dumb?
I told you before don't fuck with my funds
I be on ya phone like run me the P's
Don't ask me for
CRY
I GUESS FOR ME
THAT WOULD BE A DREAM
I'M GONNA LOVE YOU
TO THE DAY I DIE
OH
YOU'RE SOMETHING
I DONT DARE
LOSE BY BEING A FOOL
YOU'RE THE ONLY THING
and TVs matchin my spokes and peet me (??)
Slow motion like a blimp I glide
And I didn't need (Xzibit) to "Pimp My Ride"
[Hook - 2X]
[Chevy P aka Smoke]
clowned down
John, Jane Doe, lost and found
Everybody know this young player's about his business
Riches, chickens I pimp, but lickeness
My L.I.P
Felicia
You kno
We gat receipts
No cap
Swerve
Hundo P
Look who doing doughnuts in the Bma
Blaq Carrie moving like Tina
FU move John Cena
Crip dancing
Boy
Beefing over the net I'm vegetarian
You ott ah stop it
Play against me and you won't win
A title like John Stockton
Don't even fix your mouth
me
Is there anybody
Somebody out there
Who can love someone like me
Published by John P. Redmon Music (ASCAP)adm. by Reaching Records. All rights
Better made than European's robot John H. Thomas
Model seven decimal put out by Jaguar
without the automatic chemical release
emergency vomit
the one who wants me to be an idiot
kill everything with Cililish '
anyday (anyday) × 3
by the way nikka please
everyone has enemies
(VERSE 2: TEEDO FRESH
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