Lyrics:
so smart that I'm
Gonna win a Guggenheim,
For good advice
(One more time!)
Benjamin Franklin was a charming old man,
He was always flying his
That's right, Public Enemy number one (One)
Twenty years
It's been a long and whining road
Even though time keeps a changin'
I'ma bring it all back
known by the name of old Johnny Dhu
Of all the trade's that's going, sure begging is the best
For when a man is tired, he can sit down and rest
He can beg
clothes and my sneakers
Block to hot, no time to be speaking
niggas is asking what happened to Steven
Had to get out of the state for the weekend
New route
Saw he wasn't home
So I went out to the back
Right behind our house there's an old train track
The kitty wasn't there so I call my buddy Jack
He said
the room
I go where I want I'm good
Rappers don't come to my hood
I wish a motherfucker would
I'm what's going on nigga
I'm schooling old niggas
Old girl
Baby, I hope you come back to me. If you don't want me, good
Then forget about me, cause I don't see you again, ow
Lousy notes, lousy notes, lousy notes.
At any head-on collision, throw dart wit precision
And split decision, tell your old folk
and your children what I'm dealin
Good times
eye
It's scary on some Malcolm X shit by any means necessary
He gonna be legendary, like Fat Cat and Rich Porter
He went and bought himself a 4-track
a ride
Yeah I'm tryna catch a vibe
Can we drive right by
Can we drive right by
Back in the day could've sworn they had one up
Now they just scramble for
eat dog, cat eat cat, cannibal shit
Walk that talk, drink that flask, Flammable shit
Burn our mats, live like rats, laughable bitch, pat on back, aunts
want it
Y'all don't want it, y'all just fronting, homeboy, then back up off me
I'm a young fly soldier, thought I told ya, wack cats is gon' be over
my time
I have to stick by her, too, while I'm serving her time
It's kind of romantic if you think about it, Rand
A man can't testify against his wife
the chest with
An eagle claw fist and back you
Get it two by four and she'll lack you
(Tip, you hardly find a nigga
Now that out raps you)
(Or gets at you,
get up, get up, get up
I'ma get up in your mind right now
Make you feel like dying right now
I'ma make you pray to God
To the good old Lord for
Back like I left something
I'm going in raw don't catch nothing
I'm the best coming like a bitch squirting
I'm better with the green like Kendrick
goods
Without even taxin'
Cause she just been used, abused by the men in her life
At this point she cant even pass it
Its funny how people will try
much time goes by, I'ma shoot my best shot and see if it goes through
Extend my arm, flick my wrist and release with perfect form
Then the predator goes
let the good times roll and don't never
Let your young grow old in these days around this Podunk town
You'll think about 'em 'til the cows come home
and disappeared in the hills of old Juarez
A bullet in my back, a bullet in my leg
Bullets flying by my ears they taught me how to pray
I prayed I'd reach
a lot to prove
Nothing to lose
Back again, these raps are revenge
And you cats are fucking doomed
Distracted by my hunger
And you cats are fucking
in the sun
And you'll earn your spurs in good time
Behind every tree's an old man that can rope
Young flankers are hard to come by'
known by the name of old Johnny Dhu
Of all the trade's that's going,
sure begging is the best
For when a man is tired,
he can sit down and rest
He can beg
how you like it baby
You want a good time you alright you alright
Come on how you like it baby
You want a good time tonight
Yeah how you like it
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