Lyrics:
man don't do like they do, it's a sick world, you just gotta stay true
Stay true and everything'll be cool, you gotta blaze ya own trails and make ya
dadadada da
Johnny left home to seek his fame.
Small town boy, the streets of L.A.
A day-time waiter in a night-time band.
Acting cool, said he was
ain't never got sick
Bitch I even know how many keys your man flip
I'm low down and dirty, but not ashamed
I know all these pussy ass cops by their first
bed
Oh yeah!
I love the way it hold me so bad
Oh man!
Nigga send the digits if you will not send a fucking location
I'm that nigga usually cool but
man don't do like they do, it's a sick world, you just gotta stay true
Stay true and everything'll be cool, you gotta blaze ya own trails and make ya
of your hand
When his mommy looked at him proudly and said
My Johnny'll be a steal drivin' man Lord lord hey Johnny'll be a steal drivin' man
John Henry was
to the store for some more baking soda
Yo, yo, yo, get your fuckin', yo this made of glass, man
Get your big Avias off my mom's table man
The fuck is wrong
to the store for some more baking soda
Yo, yo, yo, get your fuckin', yo this made of glass, man
Get your big Avias off my mom's table man
The fuck is wrong
a steal drivin' man Lord lord
Johnny you're gonna be a steal drivin' man
John Henry he said to his Captain Captain I wanna hear you sing
I'll swing
to reality by a toot of a horn
Smoke everywhere, oh just what we needed
On the way to shop my demo, and the car overheated
Feelin real low, low enough to die
be a steal drivin' man Lord lord
Well Johnny you're gonna be a steal drivin' man
John Henry he said to his Captain he said Captain why don't you learn
have ya back
Don't believe when they yelling out I Got you its a fact
Don't believe em when they tryna tell Yo niggaz double back
See them Johnny's
threats to Ricky Bell and shit
Your mama jacked the Kool-aid man for a sip, nigga
Your mama was walking down on Sunset with a 99 cent sign on her back
threats to Ricky Bell and shit
Your mama jacked the Kool-aid man for a sip, nigga
Your mama was walking down on Sunset with a 99 cent sign on her back
off like a lap dance
Integration make em sing Johnny Gill
Geeked up up this hen I ain't pop no pill
If he reach ima blow like a landmine
That door
Hey homeboy how come everywhere you go you have to go by limousine man
Hey man that's my thing
I know its your thing
Every time I see you you are
Hey homeboy how come everywhere you go you have to go by limousine man
Hey man that's my thing
I know its your thing
Every time I see you you
a rookie
Hey, man, it's cool
I used to play hookie, man
'Cause I was never in class
I was chasin' the cans
I never heard about a slow day
It better be
Johnny left home, to seek his fame
Small town boy, the streets of L.A.
A day time waiter, in a night time band
Acting cool, said he was a real man
your rump
Jump, jump, jump, jump, jump, jump
But if you want to see a fly but frantic
Cool romantic, more slicker than my man, Rick
You better check
(dumb it down)
They telling me that they don't feel you (dumb it down)
We ain't graduate from school, nigga (dumb it down)
Them big words ain't cool
And we’ll get messed up and go mess around.
What are you waiting for a cue?
Man, come on let me get a Kool and then them rules up out you!
I’m just one big
in the butthole
Like a pub crawl, I can make a bar hop
Two fingers snap, unhook ur bra top
Pablo by my side, we serving Narcos
Got me Preaching like
Hey homeboy how come everywhere you go you have to go by limousine man
Hey man that's my thing
I know its your thing
Every time I see you you are
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