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on everything, that's all a nigga see I fuck with a bad bitch I'm smokin' on some weed Nigga got rocks, shout out to the team Posted in the house, nigga countin'
We in the muthafuckin' house, come on
Well, John Hardy was a vicious little man He carried two guns every day He shot down a man on the West Virginia line I see John Hardy gettin' away,
and Elvis gel together like cellmates (hey) Yeah, this the jail house, bitch, and I don't give a And I don't give a shit about a thing you say I just
the prize to the castleonly to be stopped at the gatesHis very own brother (Sir!) determined (John!) to have him cast away Gamelyn is not happy with his
talent, or is it just luck? In a small house far from the big ones Mr. John Doe lived a lonely, gracious life His wife left him long ago Took the kids,
it's the mumps The plan of the house, the body in bed And the car that got stuck, it's the mud, it's the mud A float, a drift, a flight, a wing
(Goddamn) Pulled before his brother Put his bitch ass in the house (On bro) John tried to ack the fool They shut his mouth (Lil' John) Bullet gang got
more, aight? I got charges to file, a whole bunch of them (It's John Holbrook's fault) It ain't fair, I wanna tickle-fight the mayor Sneak into his house
rebound Cause when your relationship is through That motherfucker won't hold you down Now it's time to see what John can do When I give him a House
want to be diplomats or continue the same policy - of nuclear nightmare diplomacy. John Foster Dulles ain't nothing but the name of an airport now.
outside your mouth I'll put guys outside your house, we the hottest in the South Bad Boy, Dipset, baby girl, get ya lips wet Maybach like that chauffeur,
in a drought That's the reason why we in your house, nigga Act like you know somethin' But in that interrogation room act like you know nothin' Don't
The neighbors pay a call And Father John before he's gone Will bless the house and all How grand it feels to click your heels And join in the fun
The neighbors pay a call And Father John before he's gone Will bless the house and all How grand it feels to click your heels And join in the fun
John Roy was a boy I knew Since he was 3 and I was 2 Grew up 2 little houses down from me The only bad apples on our family tree Kinda ripened
This is a song About best friends John Roy Was a boy I knew Since he was three And I was two Grew up two little houses Down from me The only
to leave the house, he caught you sneaking out, now he's freaking out You thought he was sleepin' soundly, whoa You say you're going for a drive, you don't
got all this paper plus the prettiest faces that's off of our nature I drive a Casper, s'cuse me Cassper, wanted meet me at my house, I got space like
we're about John Wayne, Johnny Cash and John Deere Yeah, John Wayne, Johnny Cash and John Deere Way out here, way out here Our houses are protected
house, sacred and cared for Has turned into a drugstore Keep sayin you'll change your ways But broken plates have weighed me down Ooo It's time to cut out
and the fence and the horse and all is just starting to ease off some. You can feel a little bit of a sigh coming on maybe in the house, you know. It's good
and low Safeties off we're rushing in to kill 'em all, like no Russian Torch the house, burned it down, it left no evidence We keep sending bodies
grown Leaving the house, going out on our own Doing our best with the seeds that we've sown But carry your love in our hearts and our home Then once
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