Lyrics:
and the air that we breath
Let's talk about why are killing the dream
Playing with magic corrupting the youth
Genocide started by thoes who won't shoot
They
a little
I love it when you talk
Just a little
I love it when you're by my side
I love it when you're by my side
They can look at me nasty
I'm never bold yet
is... that's right sugar love
Come on...
[Chorus: Willie Cottrell]
Josephine, the times are getting tough
Seems to me... you just won't get enough
not mess with me.
Hey, 'cause you know I'll getcha one by one.
Ain't no fun.
I'm that old hoochie coochie man,
a bad son of a gun.
Got a John
rhyme is a punch
But I could beat him with bitch smacks
Alright look man you called me an immigrant
Pfft you wanna call me a Arab?
Talk shit about that
little wannabees, all ya'll disgust me
Soon enough, there'll be mini-me's by house, stalkin' me
Target on my back, but they aim not promising
Level me
And just a little talk with Jesus makes me whole
Now let us have a little talk with Jesus
Let us tell Him all about our troubles
He will hear our faintest
other guys
She was really truly sorry, but if I make some money then maybe she could be with me
She'd talk to her father who owned a boat on the water
So
of jewels on me, burr
Niggas trying to be my new homies, curve
Trust will get you dust or lined up by a herd, damn bitch
Over bread he go to paper,
really need you, so
Let's talk about you and me
Let's talk about tonight, baby
Let's talk about all the good things that could happen if you leave with me
HAVE A LITTLE TALK WITH JESUS
(Cleavant Derricks)
I once was lost in sin but Jesus took me in
And then a little light from heaven filled my soul
It
talk to me, she won't talk to me
Now you're nervous with the fever
Body beat and never quit
I'm in heaven when I see her
Won't you talk some little
Let’s talk let’s talk about Him
We can inspire each other or not by the things that we say
So watch out for the ungodly talk that will cause you
could talk about it
G: Talk about it
B: Talk about it
G: Bet it all if I lose I can live without it
BRIDGE
(Scratches by DJ Dubplates)
Bet it all if I
I'm my own man
Wit my own plan
If I shrink a little
Uhma grow again
I ain't tripping on yo small wage
I see paper daily
Fuck a payday
Talk yo talk
Walk
don’t wanna talk bout you
I’m the man and you’re in a ditch
You’re fucking up your plans for the future
You’re a little bitch
Like Saynt T just said
You
Ain't no love in Oakland, bitch
Niggas always talkin bout 'I love you'
But ain't no love, bitch
Now it's a shame, I can't be saved by John
Yeah, Haha
Let's get it
Talk that shit, better walk that shit
I ain't playing little bitch
Feeling like John Wick
When I step on the strip
All black
and talk shit
Talk shit about me
And go ahead and talk shit
About my g-g-generation
'Cause we don't, don't give a fuck, and
We won't ever give a fuck
number
Showed him how I spit game
Call me, when you need someone to talk to
Call me, even though I'm seventeen
Call me, when you need someone to talk
On the mosty cruel
Henry Hall and David Lloyd betty Grable too
Hello, this is John, speaking with his voice
(Huh) We're all very happy to be able
To talk to you
to me, she won't talk to me
Now you're nervous with the fever
Body beat and never quit
I'm in heaven when I see her
Won't you talk some little things?
just talkin' the talk
Some people look at me as the real talk of New York
I ain't these like these niggaz that be feinin' to front
Like they the first
all by hisself
Saying he's the only one that could exist
Whose God is this?
He said, "I'm here with Jesus"
But Jesus just shook his head, no
So John
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