Lyrics:
I guess the mailman didn't bring it to me
But I see the whole thing in slow motion
Every night as I try to sleep
My buddy John said you looked
My honey's name is Holly
Her daddy's name is Doyle
Her sister's name is Amy
And her mama's name is Iris
And her brother's name is John
They live in
walking around like I was the one who found dead John Cheever
Hand and glove
So blame it on me
I really don't care
It's a foregone conclusion
I see
the truth
In the slightest way, I tried
So I asked myself
I said, "John, where'd you go from here?"
And then like a damned fool
I turned around
"[John Cena]
We keep it hoppin like the cars with the shocks
We spittin heat on your block
We new to the game, but runnin the spot
Numbin your knot,
Yo, listen
For the corrupt mob, John Cena, Trademarc, listen
I embarrass MC's who touch the mic with me
That's why they never holla when it's
[Chorus 2X: John Cena]
We roll by in the pimp ride (then we)
Walk through with the pimp slide (y'all know me)
Crew heavy on the thick side
I'm gonna tell Aunt Mary 'bout Uncle John
He said he had the misery but he got a lot of fun
Baby, yeah now baby
Woo baby, some fun tonight
I
when you come in
I be busy, I'm not in my comments
I be playin' with that fire like I'm John Wick
Don't be walkin' up on me
I'll be ballin' 'til
friend you brought, she can crash too
But if ya stomach growling hard, I'mma laugh, boo
No Domino's, Papa John's and Waffle House
Frontin' on the pussy,
twenty-five lighters on the dresser
I had guilt trip on my back and a bulletproof vest
Inside my Uncle John's Toyota was a walking Crayola
(Gimme that mic,
jeune auteur, un peu ringard,
?crit un truc qui obtiendra dix-huit Oscars.
Le vieux John Wayne à Beverley devant son verre
Se fait projeter une fois
what up?
Chu-Chu what up? John-John what up?
Gianni what up nigga? - HA! [echoes]
Little Joe rock on, Little Joe rest in peace
Big Fred rest in peace
and I love you for that
And you raising John John and we love you for that
I guess Lisa was an Angel
God wanted her back
Damn I really miss my sister
here tryin' to grind my hardest
Up early so to milk the cow
Keep my John Deere out here plowin' the fields
To keep my John Hancock's worth up in
Vernon Johns
Dr. Martin Luther King, Rosa Parks
Nelson Mandela, Malcolm X
Bishop Desmond Tutu, Mohammad Ali
Sydney Poitier, Quincy Jones
Colin
Which is when you'll die
This is Dan
And that's Dan
And there's Marty on the drums
To complete the band
And I'm John
And he is also John
see 'em walkin' the beat
Hoes believin' the pimps who eatin' the shrimps
So John's walkin' the street
Lookin' for a sweet face, in each case
Tryin'
I never wrote a song called "Cocaine"
I never told a lie i never wrote a song
Called "After Midnight"
But my name is Cale you can call me John
Yes,
Everybody knows the devil went down to Florida
And everybody goes "Roll Tide" up in Georgia
John Deere's are blue and the bluegrass ain't green
21)
Still ain't met a bitch that I'd kiss (on God)
He was talkin' crazy, he got blick (straight up)
Savage keep a token, John Wick (John Wick)
Shoot
[repeating in background:] "rock, the body body -- rock the body body"
[U-God]
Dino the dart specialist
Knahmean?
Golden Arms, yo
Meth-Tical, John
sheddin' a tear
John Madden died but The Game still here
Still holdin' the stick
Said John Madden died, but The Game right here
And all I hear is
a kick door my niggas be ramblin' (boom)
I got a bag on my back like I'm Santa Claus (bag)
Finesse a nigga, Papa John's up in Panama (bitch)
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