Lyrics:
Slow cookin'...
Let me add a little spice to your life,
Serve it up and make it feel real nice
Slow, fancy lookin'...
There are things you can't
in your heart without piercing the skin
(What up, what up, what up) I only need knuckles
Tell him to travel safe, then make his knees buckle
You think you're gonna please her
So you walk right up and tease her
But she walks right on by
You're scared to walk beside her
'Cause you're playing
when i'm in goth castles.
paint myself into a coroner's office.
cut and paste take flight. avatar condore.
the patented patron saint john's wort.
making
you getting wet, you can cash that check
Make a nigga Chiraq your whole set
I ain't lost a street war yet, I'm a anybody killer
I'm a headshot, deadshot
make allegations and niggas they looking to me
I make no statement
Niggas try stealing my flow and they try hop on my beats
There ain't no cadence
Up in
Taking off the bars from the cell is how I make my living
Lord not be smitten by the cage and the angry men willing
Sta cat to lines with
Taking off the bars from the cell is how I make my living
Lord not be smitten by the cage and the angry men willing
Sta cat to lines with
me all you're ice ice
Baby boy got your Air Force Ones and
Your Sean John jeans
Way too big hanging down to your knee's
Can you tell me what's up
With
the park
And its still there today
And the birds make a terrible mess of my Great Grandad John
The doggies leave their calling cards
On the stone he stands
of this pain
If I could change to liquid
I could fill the cracks up in the rocks
I know that I am solid
And I am my own bad luck
Outside John
of this pain
If I could change to liquid
I could fill the cracks up in the rocks
I know that I am solid
And I am my own bad luck
Outside John
plan
But it ain't in my plan to make moves without the fam
I keep it intact
Yo clef, do the track
John, play the mack while I pay the tax
Business
my plan to make moves without the fam
I keep it intact
Yo clef, do the track
John, play the mack while I pay the tax
Business as usual
Watching
could be and make a memory so can you
Take me by the hand and I'll take you by the heart
I'll take you to the very end and beep-beep-back up to the very
the Sheriff, by a couple of feet
The Sheriff killed him on the spot
John Brown's body is, up on Boot Hill
He's buried down, six feet
On his tombstone, says
bother tell me bout mi nuh fi vanky
Babylon gu hush up your mouth you're too cranky
John Pope mi no know, no uncle nor aunty
Everything fi Babylon
Lisa, Lisa
Tantalized, tantalized
By your eyes
One more run
Then we're done
I'll hit a liquor store
You meet your John at four
Deal
Midnight hit
You got
Break it up boys
Born and raised in ol' Kentucky
I ain't got a lot of money
But we make the best of what we have
And boy really ain't all that bad
Let me start like this I'm on my level hoe
Hold up what you mean
I got fancy talkin with my cup
Wait is that not lean
I'm On my level you already
I don't want to be desperate
But I'm in need of your attention
So let me pull up a chair and then we can make conversation
We talk a lot
We laugh
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
(all, all that glitters is not gold)
Ma, we here, we gon' cook this Sunday, okay? (And all gold is not reality)
So come by (real is what you lays on me)
the worst trip I've ever been on
So hoist up the John B. sail
(Hoist up the John B. sail)
See how the main sail sets
(See how the main sail sets)
I've
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