Lyrics:
Pussy got wet like Niagara-falls
Dropped my drawls and bitch said: "Shit!"
Skinny motherfucker with a fat-ass dick
It's like a T-P-treatment, thangs so
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
introduced me to his friend John Raymond
And we formed a group called North West Disciples
We all went our separate ways as we got older
But Rob and I and John
[master p](talking)
What's up niggas?
I told y'all it's about to be on, nigga
We drop shit anytime we want to huh
Fell this nigga
It's real
stick with my clique, The Kon Artis, Bomb Artist
Kuniva, The Rida shooting through you're fucking Long John garments
Dirty Dozen, we deep in the street
(no),(no)
And not a day go by us,
We don't get higher than the telephone wires
Cut your telephone off we ridin'
Where phones don't roam they don't even
notorious)
Gambino, John Gotti (notorious, woah)
Niggas jumpin' out their prams goin' crazy
I be like, "It's all good baby, baby" (baby)
They wanna' see
Used to serve it by the zip
Now it’s by the P
Phone buzzin so damn much
I can barely speak
Cause all this mother fuckin Money Got me so damn geeked
brake)
Posted in the woods ( woods,woods)
Chillin by a lake ( by a lake)
I don’t Associate ( associate)
Myself with ones that’s fake (with the fake)
This
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
It's true, overdue, and plain to see,
They say, we're standing firmly in the rain
Simply waiting for it to stop they said,
That we should build new
your neighbors green grass,
But I'm sure its astroturf (God)
(Repeat Chorus)
Copyright John P. Redmon Music (ASCAP)adm. by Reaching Records.
had to get P-A-I-D, that's why my moms hate me
She was forced to kick me out, no doubt
Then I figured out licks went for twenty down South
Packed up
controllin' the wheel
In the H, we got children for real
G and 5 John, we for the kill
Put a button on the Glock, I was runnin' through the field
Head tap
Money counter go beep
No chains on bitch I'm Mr. T
Like Dumbledore
Where is Harry P
Ay, im going Harry Fraud
I need some beats
Gotta on the counter
couldn't hit me harder
We got infiltrated, like Nino at the Carter
Heard Tec got murdered in a town I never heard of
by some bitch named Alberta over
couldn't hit me harder
We got infiltrated, like Nino at the Carter
Heard TEC got murdered in a town I never heard of
By some bitch named Alberta over
saved by John the Pope
The M, A, see and K, from Oakland, California
I'm Too $hort baby, no I don't play, I'm macking
Freak nasty, I like your dance
boy I use 'em see later
More than a martyr- I'm John Proctor to Salem
And I'm the monster to your mayhem
Freddy Kreuger , I bеcame him
Notorious for my
Anybody here, seen my old friend John, can you tell me where he's
Gone?
Were at the Trademark, the motorcade is coming by here, I can see many
Many
Halloween
Capital N H P
Thank you capital G O D
I be with the troops
Strapped up with the boots
Yelling hooty hoo
Like we in the boot
Had her in the hills
Murder but you know, free him up still
Listen
I disappeared from the map like Madaline
Man got locked by feds in the can
My G P.Dough Porkedyagal
B was
couldn't hit me harder
We got infiltrated, like Nino at the Carter
Heard Tec got murdered in a town I never heard of
by some bitch named Alberta over
double C on my feet
Double G on my freak (ooh), Louis V by my brick
She wan' kick it with me, she better eat it then leave (leave, whoa)
She try save
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