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hit, swing a nigga if you want to get rid of me (damn)
Your first mistake, was to consider me
a new jack black when I ahhhh-lready knew that
So get
We stood there frozen as the baseball hit the bat
Watched it clear the fence in Johnson's yard
And broke that front door glass
We were already
[DMX]
Uhh (huh) yeah, it is what it is
Yah'mean? We untouchable baby
[Chorus: Syleena Johnson]
I keep my song in my soul
Blessed my heart and made
Johnson of rap!
Motherfucker, I got things sold up
While y'all in up
You bitch ass niggas! Y'all hatin' on
A real nigga like me
You even seen my billboard
(This is a Jay Johnson production) ayy
What up, Jay? ShittyBoyz
I'm the Telephone Man, new edition
I'm tryna stack 11 Pros up
Through the ceiling
lifted, play my cards, like double jack
Dodgin when they hit my phone, Aint no time to kick it back
Got a lot up on my plate, still I see it as a snack
Senior High
Words and Music By: Justin Busch and Dave Tough
justrbusch@yahoo.com / dave@davetough.com
V1:
I was 18 in Senior high
Got outa work
gave me you number anyway you were on the talcum
Powder, how's about them oranges?
Moved away from home to school with big plans
By day, studied
yo snap that neck, not playing with a full deck
Make a nigga sweat below the waist line by my Johnson
Where the tools kept, who I be? The code name
sacrifice her fam, shift them niggas
To Queens, Guess jeans she charged thirty-five beans
Hit the cell phone, regulate with well known Tone
A Wally
sacrifice her
Fam shift them niggas to Queens
Guess jeans she charged thirty-five beans
Hit the cell phone
Regulate with well known Tone
A Wally kingpin who
Blast shots for all my niggas who splash cops
The rich Corleone camp is here, thousand and one
Corner son, fake a jack, you be a goner
Yo, control
the doe at
You gotta reap what you sow jack, homie now you know that
Ain't no thang to throw a couple of blows and tellem HO'LAT
You niggas dealin with
I'm a jack of all trades, but a master of none
Pretty good at plenty, never perfect at one
Flawlessness recoiled from me when I was young
Teasing me
I got different jacks in, like what you need?
Bitch I got it all, the feds tried to lock my nigga
Cause he was selling raw
30 for the p like curry
to my nigga Fabe
Go by Jack hit my jack if you trying put smoke in brains
Stacking racks make it twerk
Yea I'm bout to put in work
Close my eyes
Stop
You are now listening to a Bobby Johnson Beat
Take a flight to Memphis, we came from the trenches (hey)
Ballin' on the game, y'all be sittin'
to hit the i10 by ten like the Johnsons
Real vision, see the light in the tunnel
Big leaf roll
Look like I'm smoking on money
Stay with the chopper
You
I ain't ever had a father
I ain't Never had shit
Never had shit I ain't Eva hit a lick
Never lick and I never copped a brick
But I went and did this
Ran off on the plug, hit the gas, smash the pedal (woo, woo, woo)
Chop off my top like I'm Samurai Jack (Jack)
Blow this bitch up like some gas
the weapon, your ignorance I’m wreckin, the path to ownership is the only way that I’m steppin.
Self hate is taught jack, what you know about that, mentally
sunny
Got some money, now these sluts all on my Johnson like I'm Bumpy
Taking chances cross the country
Making bands I feel like Puffy
Cute lil' dancer
Promised my momma, not Johnathon Stockton
Cuz coming up short not a probable option
Rarely cocky but kind of dramatic
No aides or assistance my Johnson is
down the line.
Gotta keep it real day by day
Don’t know when or if I’ll be back this way
Gotta lighten my load sorry just can’t stay
Hit the road
Hit
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