Lyrics:
of'em
Da Streets got a hold of'em
Da Streets got a hold of'em
N they won't let go of'em
Will I live like a king or die like my brotha
6 shots to da dome
on the trigger
Like John Wayne, I'm handy with the steel when it's time to kill
Man I handle my business strickly on the real
Pop 'Em Up, Pop 'Em Up
Watch
gone
purple by the zone, yeah im smokin strong
and you know im wrong
and im swaggin, im surfin
im swaggin, im surfin
im swaggin, im surfin
im clean like
time I think of you its pain that flows though my head
Lyrics in my head
Singing for you like I'm John Legend
Baby you know I'll do what I say
You know
and take me a walk
It might make me feel better
I guess I'll go on by ol', ol' John's cabin
See what's happenin' down there
Sounds like the joints
Pre-chorus (John Morgan):
Yeah I feel like you're the one that I really want
cnd you make me wanna do what I've never done
I've been cooking up this song, can
should do
I'll be keeping this money, now friend wouldn't you
You could be James Henry, you could be Grace Divine
If you're name ain't John Wegner then
as Dua Lipa
Where the fuck my pen go?
Second fiddle to weirdos
You feel like Eddie Winslow
Street Fighter like Birdie
Keep a stick like Rolento
Did you win
Who are you, some kind of bad dream?
Do I look like a bad dream?
It is I, Captain Vegetable
With my carrot, and my celery
Eating crunchy vegetables is
With fully-fashioned mugs, that's Little John's thugs,
The Barking Slugs - supersmugs!
For today is the day when they sort it out, sort it out,
These
around they bulldozing
I'm seeing what they seeing Luol Deng, and I'm a own it
Rolling undercover like the Spook right by the doorway
Always, all day
I'm
Tell me what you mean you gon do it later
I ain't got no time for a lil hater
Yea I'm from that south baby like mater
Feel me coming from a distance
to Florida City, Opa-Locka
By way to Overtown and look at this city
Open to Grove and the South Miami
Wedwood Highlear, look Eddie, look 'Bana
Some many ice
what time it was, so I just poured 4 after 4…that's 4:04
Times by two, that's 808
Them drums not 808s
My nigga Ced gone spray the Drac…
Sound like he
a sound when they hit Beat box
We gone show what we do we don't tell shit
N yo bitch on my dick get her nailed quick
I can smoke Any Oop call me John wick
And, she's coming home
I got a picture of her down by the seashore
Wearing a bikini made of purple velour
Her hair's up like Conway Twitty's pompadour
trust my guts
Friend would do you bad but not bad as your blood, you need a hug
Let that shit out, know I'm by your side thug
It's okay, yeah I'm okay,
like John Wick
(John Wick)
We let bullets go, fuck the opps
Them niggas not 'bout shit
(Hol' up, 'Bout shit)
Pull up by myself, just a few niggas
I rock
say imma cheat code
Golden child like my name Eddie Murphy
Need a Cassie to stick by side
Maneuver the whip baby get in the ride
Take a trip overseas
Flows so sick like a pandemic
You be acting all tough but you're a fan, dammit
Ain't no filter when I did said it
That I do it way better, I'm
Sheriff John Brown just wandered into town
Looking for a cripple and a thief
A black man and a woman and a lonesome guy like me
Just trying
They told us where to go
But Johnny said, "I like 'em
Don't you give them no trash"
You see, we were Johnny's little boys
And we got paid by Cash
They told us where to go
But Johnny said, "I like 'em
Don't you give them no trash"
You see, we were Johnny's little boys
And we got paid by Cash
nigga I ain't never really been out flowed by no boy
Your food look just right
I'ma eat your porridge
Even though I'm full as a motherfucker like no
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