Lyrics:
Nasty Nas in your area, about to cause mass hysteria
Before a blunt, I take out my fronts
Then I start to front, matter of fact, I be
Cali, so you know I'm smokin' flavors
Ain't fuckin' with blunts, you know I'm only smokin' papers
And I throw it up so that you know just what my gang
you imagine this?
Put on some protection for your ears
Pussy serving land?
Like John Henry the steel drivin' man
Who with a hammer and spike in
smell, and everyone is looking well
As far as anyone can tell, the sun will rise tomorrow
You'll never believe how much they're growin'
John henry
I'd love to hear my daddy play once again
All the songs that he taught me when I was a kid
John Henry, Ol' Shep and Faded Love
I Fall To Pieces
a blunt, in the hurricane to get me through
Examine the fact, I took Thor's hammer from Cap
No silicone in the cone, this is natural rap
Technology
wreck this shit
Nigga hide the blunt, I smell the piff
While I'm tippin' corners, I'm rollin' with foreigners
My hoes be Brazilian, Sicilian, Honduras
One, two, one, two, three, quattro
John was living in Ocean Beach,
California with his girlfriend, Julie, when he decided one day,
"Hey, Jule,
drunk, passin' out song after song
Inhalin' gun after gun, passin' out blunt after blunt, havin' fun
Them niggas took a jab at me, then one push from
I cut my teeth on gumbo rock
Benny Spellman and Doctor John
Sweet Irma Thomas and Frog man Henry
Use to boogie woogie all night long
Tho I love
died
He was all alone in a long decline
Thinking how happy John Henry was that he fell down and died
When he shook it and he rang like silver
He
'Cause I made my money from the ghetto and I did it fast
'Cause I'm 'bout it, y'all know I'm rowdy
Ask Big Mo and John Henry if y'all doubt it
Hooked
I'm not into making plans chasing paper every month
The way I hustle got me high like the reefa in a blunt,
Meditating on da beat feeling I am a monk,
I go get it
Sick of this blunt, it keeps dropping I can't get a hold
Makes me wonder what happens when i'm not at home
I'm really running a race
I'm
But Got Cheese Like Digiorno
Say I Made A 10 Add 4 More Cuatro
Still Getting Them Black And White Notes Like Pianos
Hand Me The Blunt, I Need To Roll
Gravity in yo' trunk while yo' producers forgot the bump
We introduce you to these high hats like that, yo' spot is krunk
This blunt, I put the fire to, I
a fuckin'groundbreaker
I just rolled a blunt, it took me up like an escalator
I just caught this hoe and took her down like The Undertaker
We was in a section, poppin'
be a hunnid
Smokin' on his blunt, yeah, you know I keep it blunted
Might roll a wood, give a fuck if you would
Give a fuck, what a fuck, nigga think
I go get it
Sick of this blunt, it keeps dropping I can't get a hold
Makes me wonder what happens when i'm not at home
I'm really running a race
I'm
shake it
I was thinkin' that night about Elvis
Day that he died, day that he died
He was all alone in a long decline
Thinkin' how happy John Henry
got back on my feet,
But with the passing of John Henry, then the loss of Stevie Ray;
I see the light of our own time get dimmer every day.
Chorus
of narcotics (that work)
Pull up in a new 'Rari (skrrt)
Living like John Gotti
Chopping bricks like karate
Drink a bunch of codeine (drank)
Serve it
of narcotics (that work)
Pull up in a new 'Rari (skrrt)
Living like John Gotti
Chopping bricks like karate
Drink a bunch of codeine (drank)
Serve it
Living like John Gotti
Chopping bricks like karate
Drink a bunch of codeine
Serving to the dope fiends
Blowing money, stay clean
Michael Jackson,
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