Lyrics:
The cargo ship enters the harbour
In his spare time the captain paints vaginas
His boys can move girls
Furniture, white goods, chemicals
Homes for
n***** in Seattle different
And if it's problems n****
Two glocks twinin', Widgers
All the heat (heat)
She want John Legend John Legend (pssh!)
All of me
to hurt more
Maybe it won't be bad, maybe it'll be good
I could use a little structure in my life, maybe I should
Take my suit and tie out of the closet
are they gonna stop making those hits?
Do you ever ask yourself, when are they gonna stop making us dance?
Do you ever ask yourself,
When those Bad Boy
fear, sittin around watchin muthafuckas die
The faces of death
Who coulda predicted 2pac would be next?
Read ghetto text: if you live by the sword
Watch that quarter came out flying
Second time the stage was silent
That little boy he such a pyro
Almost lit the house on fire
Yes you wish you had his
the ghetto
Your time chisai (小さい) when you come across mane
Side-note he flying little angels and wings. This youngin' 15 wit a license to kill
It'd be one
Ghetto boys
Die by twenty-five
Or catch a quick three-to-five
From a young white Canadian
Wannabe G’s perspective
Baby baby
Reminiscin’ back
To when
This is a story of a boy named Jay he was down on his luck his family lived in the ghetto just trynna get a few bucks It seemed like almost everyday
you did silence your critics in the North
By hurling them into prison without benefit of charge or trial
Three
They say it wasn't Lincoln, John
John Henry was a little baby boy
You could hold him on the palm of your hand
And his Papa cried out this lonesome farewell
Son you're gonna be
a little baby boy
Fuck TMZ, they can't get the scoop on that shit
Welcome little Bobby to the world one time
Alright, I'm done
That's it, yeah
basket. And
finally Oliver St John-Mollusc (G.C.), Harrow and the Guards, thought
by many to be this year's outstanding twit. Now they're moving up
him
They put the green light out, know how the game go
Niggas die for they colors, gotta respect the rainbow
Take John through the slums just to get
real easy
Remember when...
Damn son you takin' a nigga back right now
[Chorus]
Yo, to all my ghetto legends, whether live or in the essence
Facing fed
hit the Lotto
Slum to the dirt, boy, livin' by the motto
Catfish Billy trappin' out the Amoco
Rebel, I'm a rebel like David Allan Coe
Chicken in
deadly but calm
Word to my born, dead by dawn
Got the right to bear arm, ring the alarm!
Another sound boy dyin, hot irons
Slugs flyin out the hardware
clocked him
John Forte will keep you locked in
[Q-Tip]
People all around
You got to recognise and witness
The Mister who swift enough to knock you out with
Yo, I go by the name
(I'm yo' Pusha) of Pharrell from the Neptunes
And I just wanna let y'all know (I'm yo' Pusha)
The world is about to feel
Yo, I go by the name
(I'm yo' Pusha) of Pharrell from the Neptunes
And I just wanna let y'all know (I'm yo' Pusha)
The world is about to feel
now
Run it back one time Barry Sanders style
Got my boys and my God I don't fake my smile (mmmm)
No stress, no stress
I was down bad, broke straight
in the Carter feelin' like I'm Nino
John a legend, but we ain't no ordinary people
Might throw a seven, MAC 11 with the Desert Eagle
Hood Pope, I'm
John Wayne
And rick james
Cuz I tame
And I flame
But I don't play no games
But I do
And I'm smooth
And I don't play by rules
And if you confused
This is
the blood like I was
The smell of cape jasmine thru the window screen
John R and the Wolfman kept me company
By the light of the radio by my bed
With Thomas
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