Lyrics:
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
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
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
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
One, two, one, two, three, quattro
John was living in Ocean Beach,
California with his girlfriend, Julie, when he decided one day,
"Hey, Jule,
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
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
'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
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
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,
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
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,
and gone
That nine pound hammer that killed John Henry
Ain't a gonna kill me, ain't a gonna kill me
(Racks)
Shawty from Mexico (Co) she got a fat ass (Ass)
Blunts from Mexico (Co) we smokin’ that grass
Shit let's bounce yeah!
Hop on a jet I’m gone (Yeah)
work until you die
Mr. CEO invested your pension in a pack of lies
Hey, Hey, Hey ho
Mr CEO - Ya gotta go
Hey John Henry, don't ya swing your hammer
winter
Been a long winter
Meant to die out at sea
John Henry’s got nothing on me
This point I’ll work for free
Bury me outside of town
Where the boats put
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