Lyrics:
Everyone wants to be a cowboy
Grab your guns boy
Forty-five by my side, do he live
No the nigga dies
Zen, zen zen zen zen zen zen
You shot your
accordin' to john.
You see, she was a blind believer in john's Bible beatin' game.
He'd heal ¡®em, wheel ¡®em, deal ¡®em, bless ¡®em in heaven's name.
Onward
Brother looking for cash
By the time he beat Bowser
His wallet was fat
Riding in on Yoshi, to save the day
You don't have to take him to bed Peach
Just bake
of millionaires, failures, and gangbangers
Say my name like Candyman
Then I'm creepin out the cut with a gallon in hand
I span forty-nine states, bounce rock skate
outside when you heard my brother cry for help
Held him like a newborn baby and made him feel
Like everything was alright
And a fight he tried to put up,
Hey John
Stopped by this afternoon
To see you in the purple moon
Best I say what's on my mind
Best I say what's on my mind
Hey John, John, John
We were so close yet so far away
Used to turn to dad and say
Can we see John today
To go an watch back to back of the phone shop
Once we going we
I'm show you, watch
Youknowhatimean? He's a born again, hooligan)
Uh-huh
[Jamel Simmons]
I'm red rum, Reverend Run, brother son, earthquakin
Industry
on-and-and-on-and-on-on-and-on
The beat don't stop until the break of dawn
I said M-A-S, T-E-R, a G with a double E
I said I go by the unforgettable name
Of the man they call
looking for him
I'd play my little songs in the car next to you boo
She bob her head and say, "damn! Oh, that's you?"
But by the last anthem, I was feeling
of my name?
I like the ladies, sweet and serious
Not those hoes, that plays, the game
On every Tom Dick and Harry
Shawn Jerry John Nick Curly Moe
convince the brothers on the island
Otherwise just forget it, unless niggaz that did ten years
Say you a gangsta, I ain't wit it
Yo, I raped his
Nite, yeah
Ayo kid, for years I've been into rap
Writing funky rhymes to get my name on the map
And by now I know I'm hitting
'Cause I say a rhyme
turned two
Yet that's the year Ida B. Wells Barnett was born
Born to rebel and fight for those caught in the net that Jim Crow set, or should I say
Noose
You're kicked out of the Family name
When you say Shipon, you're not
By my religious authority, as a Commandment follower
I've stricken your name from
the brothers act fools
When I turn a party out, all hands is in the air
Some say it's chill, New York throw chairs
The punk funk sound to make a sane man
brother's mother tongue
philaphaphica is a riot that laughs in the day-to-day business
amen (amen)
negative (negative)
three names of Names
I try and try
I mean, on the wild, this is SuperChi. I've been born.
I am torn apart 'cause there's no one to brother John.
I mean, on the wild, this is SuperChi.
house
To them niggaz down by the store
When niggaz say they like me
That's the same motherfuckers in the game that tried to shice me
Mama say boy you have
My name's Mr. John McDonagh
I'll tell you I'm an Honest John
I'll tell you I'll pay you later on
But it's a trick
I'm John the Con
I'm John the Con,
"This song was written by John Lee Hooker
About his wife, her name is Maudie
Everytime he has an argument with her
He has to write a new verse
I'm speaking all truth when I say Jesus paid up all the fees
I'm serving all my brothers right Galatians 5:13
I'm praising the Lord, I got my rights
(John, is that you?) mmh
(ForeignGotEm) oh yeah
Uh uh, uh uh uh uh yeah, yeah, yeah
I'm a young sensation, uh ('Sation)
Always on the go, what you
That boy john john eleven one and one
We the ones they talk about on the news and screaming and shouting
Let our brothers out
In the beginning, was
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