Lyrics:
the bank pretty"
No doubt before we go we gotta murder John Torre
Yo get all his territory dough and end the story yo
exploding
Out a mountain cave
Climbed a couple hundred feet to stare
Into the mouth and change
Descended a little different
Every atom individually cleansed
cyphers on
My main goal is to point out
That you would tag along
Fuck a song
I'm really in it by myself
Bottom of the shuffle
It's hard when them cards get
been a lot of places
Seen a lot of faces
Ah hell I even fucked with different races
A white dude his name was John
He had a Queen Bee Rules tattoo on his
to curse the states
Like "Fuck You!"
I kill for my sons with guns, like I'm John Q
Now get celled in hell
The Buddha-blessed smoke
Endorsed by the DLs,
I been a lot of places, seen a lot of faces (uh-huh)
Ah hell, I even fuck with different races
A white dude, his name was John
He had a Queen Bee
I been a lot of places, seen a lot of faces (uh-huh)
Ah hell, I even fuck with different races
A white dude, his name was John
He had a Queen Bee
since three's company John Ritter
Boy genius, stickin' his beef to the babysitter
Before my time's up
I'll squeeze the last drop of juice out of this life
Old Noah took much ridicule
For building his great ark
But after forty days and forty nights
He was lookin' pretty smart
Sometimes it's best to brave
Girl, girl, girl
That's your life
Girl
Smoking that glass pipe
I come from the city of dope
It couldn't be saved by john the pope
Cause
old Noah took much ridicule
For building his great ark
But after forty days and forty nights
He was lookin' pretty smart
Sometimes it's best to brave
This next song goes out to a little city on the St. Johns River
The gateway to Florida
Jacksonville
Oh baby city
Oh, you're so bold, so new
so high
(So high)
And when we ridin' by
(Go by)
All the hoes just stop
Shit! Witcha lookin' ass, oh no
(Oh no)
Big 'lacs Ca-price on gold
(On gold)
Never knocking any hustle, Monica Lewinsky
But dollars don't impress me if ya content isn't crisp clean
Flows by the reservoir in my repertoire, grown
a little garden
In the backyard by the fence
He's consuming what he's growing
Nowadays in self defense
He gets out there in the twilight zone
Sometimes when
Purple scarlet, low cut
Too hot to handle, John sings: Ten kings, out of control
Temptation, no peace
Soft velvet on a, red beast
Drunk with the blood,
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I'm about to ring the alarm
No marvel shit but I'm about to take y'all by storm
So when I make to the top you can't say I ain't warn you
Popping out
when I was a kid.
Sitting through the movies twice,
Open windows late at night,
Slipping out in the summer heat,
To meet John Miller in the middle
my lifestyle
Hustla / pimp / gangsta / fly
And I'm a stay High
Off that chocolate thai
With money, power, respect and pretty ass women by my side
Foo
White sugar don't touch my lips
And my friends is always
Begging me to take them
On macrobiotic trips
Yes, they are
Oh, but at night I stake out my
to sit pretty by the time I got old
I got cheese but that doesn't mean I got soul
I got black power and a black bank roll
Stank chicks, they sweat my knot
down a sinkhole to a susurrus,
couldn't just be John Doe or Bingo
My address, a made-up language written out in living glyphs lifted
from demonic
song from Lil' John and Petey Pablo
[DJ Petey Pablo]
Aight, I got that coming right up for ya
Now shout out the radio station that gave ya what ya
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