Lyrics:
fogged up
Puffin' blunts, sippin' Goose, and damage
God Damn it's hard, but still, we gettin' by like rhino's
Ones that peel, crucified on the Earth for
friction when I flex up the jaw to hit the joint
That can actually give a blood mob like Gotti
Like the body cool keep the strap up by the naughties
Fuck up after fuck up day by day, now I'm havin' my way
Reason you can't get your own steak, 'cause you keep watchin' my plate
I've been layin' low,
Kush smoke from a bowl, tunes playin’ on the phone
Sittin’ on my porcelain throne, tryin’ to get in my zone
Hard knock life is all I know, so I gotta
Niggaz who actin hard this ain't Columbia Pictures
when we throw two in yo' ass while you huggin on your mistress
From Philly, where cats quick to mute
seen harder days
(I know times will get better)
Even though it's hard to trust someone in this cold world
Pray to God that I can love someone 'til
my brother, just like my backbone, you more than my friend
Who gone be here by the time my bag gone? Hope more than my kids
Gunnin' for your love
hard to the head like shots of Jack Daniels
[Chorus 2X: John Cena]
Y'all, bitch, crews, don't wanna fuck with us
Y'all bound, to, lose, another one
at it
Then rock will never die!!!
Rit. Then put your hands up in the sky
Stamp your feet hard on the ground
Shake your hair the time goes by
Because our
know it's not that hard
Where's your God
No time to get down 'cause I'm moving up
No time to get down 'cause I'm moving up
No time to get down
place a long time ago
I'm the lead in this dumb show
Call me John Doe
Call me John Doe
I'm kinda fed up, with those flying ships
It makes no sense, it
(Hondo)
Verse 1:
Les ain't apologetic,
Watch me swerve I'm reccless, (skrt)
Dey skeptic by my methods,
Still in kinetic, (gheaa)
moving up to par,
in the pair I wear
And I'm getting better year by year
Like they say Juan do
Cops couldn't smell me if you brought the canines through
And I pace
Oh, let's go
Ayo, this John Anthony baby
Celebrating 35 years of one of my favorite albums Radio by LL Cool J
So it's time to bring it back with this
Leave him with his socks, hard bottoms and bloomers on
And hang him by his balls from the horn of a unicorn
Y'all niggas intellect mad slow, y'all fags
hard
It feels like yesterday
I hope you have a good
Day because it's Babsy day
Yeah, it's your birthday, oh oh
Its Babs day, be happy
I had a sad face
when the sex changed
[Hook]
Oh how I’d love to be young again/ Full of life ready for more/ Oh how time fly’s when you’re havin’ fun/ Now I’m suffering
we up, you know it's stuck, it ain't no way to stop
We cuttin' up and makin' hits every time we drop
We havin' racks and havin' packs and nah this
Ayy, ayy, ayy
Yeah
Ayy, ayy, ayy
I don't go by ZakelTheRealest no more
Shout out, to my nigga Nova
Shout out my cousin Flame
Ayy
Look, I never wake
Now the time had come for Elzevir and John,
To be sent from Holland's shore,
And to end their days in pain and misery,
To be slaves so far from
She my fantasy
Swipin' just to feed my family
Every time I think 'bout Lil' Sosa, I get goosebumps
I ain't pour no lines in a minute, it's been
(I, I wanna grow up, too)
Uncle Marshall
Will you tell us a bedtime story?
Here we go
Now, once upon a time not long ago
There was a little
time was torn
'cause if I bought me somethin' to eat, shit
I bought you somethin' too, what's mine is yours
But now you'd rather bring me down
'Cause no matter how many times you sock me in it
And knock me to the canvas, even the boxing critics
Know that if I get off to a rocky start, I'll
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