Lyrics:
slipped
The Mac is cuttin records and punks are gettin ripped
Gangster I am, bust the lyrics like a drive-by
You wanna sleep? Well, it's lights out
y'all, while you hope the don fall
But I'll come inside the tunnel, nigga, wit pope john paul
Yo, them niggas on the wall frontin', they ain't no harm
gonna bring that
steam drill out on these tracks
I'm gonna knock that
steel on down, God, God
I'm gonna knock that
steel on down"
John Henry told
Where do I Start? Let's see what they wanna hear?
Let me see where I started at (Uh)
Hood cats are part of where it started at (No doubt)
We
fuck with them, you stuck with me
Big Cat, Laflare, we don't fight fair
Big Cat, Laflare nah we don't fight fair
My money got a mouth so I let it
mess with ya'll, cause ya'll are dummies
Cats fuck with me cause I tell, "Let's get money"
Get it, get a benz, come through on 20s
Me and Jim Jones, stay
words are found
Let it be known that God's penmanship has been signed
With a language called love
That's why my breath is felt by the death
And while
gang
Leader on a steel-driving gang
Well, the Captain said to John Henry
"I'm gonna bring my steam drill around
Gonna bring my steam drill out
gang
Leader on a steel-driving gang
Well, the Captain said to John Henry
"I'm gonna bring my steam drill around
Gonna bring my steam drill out
hemisphere!
Skimbleshanks the Railway cat, the cat of the railway train
You might say that by and large it was me who was in charge
Of the Sleeping Car Express
When you're about to fall asleep she'll dig her claws right in
Go, cat, go, I'll let you wander far from home
Cuz when the wolves start howling you'll
give it up
John J., blow 'em out the water, adopt the Bombay
Your bitch look like Stronjay, rubbin' me the wrong way
Burn one and sauté, bringin'
let's get the fuck up out of here
Are we out?
Yeah yeah fuck it
Fuck it, MAAD Circle bitch!
yachtin' way out
When I contemplate I skip rocks across the pond
Bought a queue of you cats a plane with a yawn
No harm's inteded that means no foul
Cats
one we were gone.
Subway sparks after dark.
Flash the message: something's out there.
Yo John that was the eighties man.
This is Ninety nine.
niggas be eating pasta but they love zucchini
Rocking valor tennis suits by Sergio Tecchini
Them type of cats that call you because you can't call 'em
Roddy (Slut), We blowing biscotti She know ima big Cat Run wit the mob don’t get yo ass robbed they call me John Gotti, smoking big pack gas just fuck up
a pissin')
I cursed this bitch out, we be laid back
[Method Man]
Half a box of cereal gone, my milk's warm
Mad strong, this is John John, pro and con
style is ass-out like the Bulls are next year (you're gone)
Fear this veneer, you gets none like virgins
Who that cat splurging instead of rehearsing?
John McEnroe
Me, I'm cool I keep my jewels intact (c'mon)
Loon ain't type of dude that'll move like that (that's right)
Don't compare me to no boozy cat
on
Let the cries out
Wave a whole chicken by his
Legs near the crotch smells
Sweating bullets in the tip
Blow torching his flesh
I seen his face melt
Drip
John John Da Don
What's your puppies name? Jean
Claude The Dog?
Pat Stay, I tell these cats straight
You got the most mix matched face
Chipmunk
hats
spit on that cat, this yellow love, nigga fuckin with a rich cat
my shit now 5 feet 6, with a crisp hat
plus this throwin now on 30
drill out on the job
I'll beat your steam drill down down down
Beat your steam drill down!"
John Henry said to his Shaker
"Shaker you had better
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