Lyrics:
here's to those that are dead and gone, the friends
That I loved dear
And here's to you and I'll bid you adieu, sayin'
"Donegal Danny's been here, me
were to kidnap you right now?
Um okay I'll take
Green Day's American Idiot
Andrew Bird's Are You Serious
Rage Against the Machine Battle of Los Angeles
to excell and exceed
By the end youll be sold but please let me proceed
Started off in John Pearl just a lil youngin
Headed off to OBMS im sproutin like
the street jumped off
The car in 9-0 I was wearing all white capisque had my 501's, five dunkie rolls
Couldn't be saved by john the pope the m-a-c and k from
is some hoes too I'll show you
Name a nigga that can Crip like this
But grew up in a Blood residential that's
Because niggas know my damn credentials
Detectives pull up, no prints, no gloves
Just a John Doe and a pair of Gary Paytons
Good times
If y'all balling then I'm on the wrong court
You David
We bigger than the Jews
Bigger than the Irish
You can run the whole fuckin country!
YOU could be the next John D. Rockerfeller
"Nobody noticed us,
If you decide you hate me then I'll take that choice, but
I gotta tell you my story before you take make that choice, son
You gotta understand, yeah,
my muthafuckin' money to the ceiling
Now I'm living like selfie
I passed a pass like John Elway
Nigga owe me in school, imma catch his ass
that one she'll see and she come in to my show
Please God, please I'll pay any cost,
If you'd just stop the world cause I want to get off
There's
sip
This cup got me walking with two limps
Pull up, hop out, that bitch get drool lips
Shes mesmerized by this new drip
Boo hip, she knows I'll get
Look what you done to me
Look what you did
Look what you done to me
So in studio today we have -uh,
Singer, rapper, recording artist by the name
thing, you need if you don't know
We carry 'cause it's a real world, show and prove
In ill words, all my herbs know the slurge
Dress nasty like fuck,
Rope, katana, and then I skin 'em
All beige suit made out of white women
With the red lipstick dancing to John Lennon
With the red sweater jeans made
catch this train
Up past sunrise, now I'm restless, blue skies fucking with my brain
Time is ticking like the clock, I'm still held up by delays
Body
his bones beaten crooked
No idea how he took it, and he just played along
I'll always remember, their son's name was John
Yo, I hear them talking
gonna make you play the piano like Leon Russell
Like Liberace, like St. John the Apostle
I'll play every number that I can play
I'll see you maybe
Going too quick on the highway nigga catch me
Cruising too fast in whip that shit is 6 speed
V12 under the hood shit you wont beleive, once I fly by
hard (uh-huh)
Trust in God 'cause you's about to catch a bullet scar (yeah)
I give a fuck where you from, who you be with
Keep this a secret, right by
corn unto my horse, mother
And meat to my man John
And I'll away to fair Margaret's bower
Before the night comes on
Oh stay at home with me, dear
to be
I'm right here, John, right here
It's where I've always been
It's where I'll always be
But I want you to know I made it
I'm in NYC!
I miss you
correspondence"
All eyes
"John, you there?"
All rise
"John?"
Peeping my supplies, shit
"John F. Buttlicker here!
Junior!
And I see the scene.
It's very intense!
suspending in packed jails that benefit
White well being, while niggas catch hell just for being
You might as well have a life of crime, ain't nothin free in
well being, while niggas catch hell just for being
You might as well have a life of crime, ain't nothin' free in this life
I stick a nine in ya spine
-8643.jpg/225px-John_Scofield_(cropped)-8643.jpg "John Scofield")
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