Lyrics:
the street jumped off
The car in 9-0 I was wearing all white capisque had my 501's, five dunkie rolls
Couldn't be saved by john the pope the m-a-c and k from
Huddie Ledbetter/John Lomax
Chorus:
Irene, goodnight. Irene, goodnight Goodnight, Irene. Goodnight, Irene. I'll see you in my dreams.
Last Saturday
probably wasn't, but it seemed a little better back when
Gravel lot spot by the porta johns
'Bout a quarter mile from the door
Worked three weeks for
weight in the cooter, ten plates to soup ya
One twos we oughta cruise right by the state troopers
When I'm drinkin' Cristal, start thinkin' 'bout Al
to tell a story, oh, baby!
Blood on the walls, street life
America's worst nightmare, ahead by light years
Hip hop's only shining star in the night's
Homie fall back yeah (better fall on back)
When I come by by
I'm swervin' in and outta lanes
With the double paint
My shit spreadin' like the plague
A man stood alone
Captain John Smith
With his megaphone
All the time
We stood side by side
Back to back
It was alright
But now the time has come
To say:
"Nebraska" Blew my mind yeah
Reminding me of a balmy night in
Ashbury Park went to Boston
Got down and decided that
Jeannie needed a shooter
countin' me out like LeBron
And there's snakes in the grass so I John Deere my lawn
Whippin' that shit like I'm whippin' a Porsche
Up all night like
fevered brow
Whispering Jesse still rides in the mountains
Still sings in the canyons
Still lives in my heart
Words and music by John Denver
yo' league, I smell like Creed, walk by and smell money
Fly them bales in right to your doorstep, that's mail money
Young bull did his first hit
at night and can't keep my mind from wondering
About what it all means that I have ability to wonder what it all means
Did you know that nobody in this whole
No sleep in the jungle
The rillas run Congo’s
I might just call up
P rock hit the block
And we all dressed like Rambo
Three piece the combo
Slip up
in hood, what's goodin'
She got the wizard of west wood, like old John Wooding
But how could I need that
I'm looking for feedback, because I can't
Walking down the street in L.A.
Caught in the middle of a heat wave
Pass by the star of John Wayne
And I think to myself how times change
Now, where
to East Greenwich through
Every state with a sentence
Frozen weight in the cooter
Ten plates to soup ya
1 2's we oughta cruise right
By the state troopers
Coney Isle
Friday night out in front The Himalaya goin wild
This goes out to Crown Heights and Smurv Village
The nighties, and all my Yard' and Trinis,
dude up in his hashback
The night before, body still sore, holding her ass crack
A regular John, she met her through Tom
She passed out with the syringe
when Ali clocked him
John Forte will keep you locked in
People all around
You got to recognise and witness
The Mister who swift enough to knock you
the ghost John Wick
Oh fuck I'm hard as God, had a sex-o-gasm
When I stuck my carbon rod in your ectoplasm
Now tell me where to throw my nut cause I'm
in
Sound of thunder
Let the rain begin
Let it flow, like the river Jordan
Baptized and renewed in the rain
Like the son and men in John's hands
Words and music by John Kay and Michael Wilk
Money, money, day and night
You got to pay and pay
Well, I tell you honey, it just ain't right
To let
[Chorus 2X: John Cena]
We roll by in the pimp ride (then we)
Walk through with the pimp slide (y'all know me)
Crew heavy on the thick side
was beyond compare
A song that left them all in awe
A song played by John Coltrane, who saw
In "New Millennium Cyanide Christ"
A chance to show
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