down to get off the stress Niggas hate (fuck em) cause they know that we the best It ain't my fault I do this shit without breakin a sweat [Chorus] Im
I proceed to win and shake the game like (?) It's Gudda (Chorus) (Bun B) We up in Harlem on some rock Diddy poppin' in my Sean John Tryna send these
World Series in tha 9th innin Free ya mind like John Lennon, interior blue lemon Cuz Im true to every sentence ball out like tha Pistons (Chorus 2x
, and the Blacks wrong, there he go with that song You may be tired, but I spit what I'm inspired, from the Lord to the worlds, cuz the devil is a liar Chorus
m a hit your Vien Motor One hundred and twenty five grange we arrange the rover Nigga trade ya rover for the redrum stains you sober (Chorus: Kool G.
got me debating All them dumb songs, cloned Got that tone, you've been waiting [Chorus] [Clee] Well, next up in line to toast ya Clee and my man John
you? Youse a big trick You helped the pimps get paid, took a shot at catching AIDS And got your wife turned out by the butler and the maid [Chorus]
by Just to get by, just to get by Our parents sing like John Lennon, "Imagine all the people watch" We rock like Paul McCartney from now until the last Beatle drop [Chorus
to still attack, is stupid People who are that stupid just don't deserve to live But strangely though, one does find, people who are that stupid." [Chorus
[Chorus - Mr. Porter] I said I ain't gangsta even though I grew up in the hood I just wanna feed my people, so misunderstood Struggling (struggling),
take a shit on any nigga, no regard for tissue I go hard So much harder than everybody I John Doe tag the toe of every body [Chorus] We go hard A yeeeeah
face with a bottle of Dom Perignon Fuck Antoine, fuck my Bentley homes My wife start fillin pits with hoes Front pole, snatch 'phones out your earlobe [Chorus 2] [Chorus
man hauled ass Slammed body in the g-y-m, g-y-n' Love doctor in the hood, fucked bitches, all their friends So, yo... [chorus: ghostface killah (sung
Intro: They got a problem now Knowi'msayin? too many corny rappers... Knowi'msayin? pretenders, knowi'msayin? Chorus: {2x} Theres too many phony mc
this is Grindtime check and (Welcome To The Grindhouse!) And we gonna do it West Indian Style for you this time yo sniff and cash on the B' [Chorus:]
[Intro / Chorus: John-John: repeat 2X] Turn up the boombox, put on your hightops Come on outside, today's gon' be the day we Start livin in the new worrrld
'Cause they're the ones who's coming now When the world is in their hands When you teach the children Teach the very best you can (Chorus
becoming a top ten you dreamed of getting cream, best believe I'm John Deere ?, earth tones in the winter Purp rolled in a rillow I am on my John Lithgow