Johnson&Jonson, Blu - J And J lyrics
[Johnson&Jonson, Blu - J And J lyrics]
Yeah, and fuck a knight in shining armor
I jack music
Put raps to it despite the karma
Bomb a sample with my candle lit flow
Straight from the gutter
The illest muthafucka that Los Angeles knows
We vandals pro's
Digging in the crates since niggas
Was in grade six
Skipping class and getting some ass
Get the wax out your lobe
Open your mind's up killa
What kind of sewage are the loops
To get your mind stuck
Criminal minded like I'm Kris-One
With Dolemite slick tongue
John link the blueprint
So that John can get his shit done
3 inches over six-one
Spitting clips to kick drums
21 with a bullet pulling triggers 'til
My clip runs out of ammo
Sipping Jack Daniels 'til I'm tore up
Robin Hood of rap jack and
Give back to the culture
Hold the mic steady, ready like
I'm waiting on the set, go
Get the green like a gecko boy
The set know about them ghetto cats
Professional sound killers from the
Get go black where the West Coast at? We
On corners sipping Coronas
Zoning, smoking marijuana in the
Soul of California
Home of metro cats, backpacks
Straps and hoodies fully loaded mental
So them pistols if you push me
Fuck Sam, I jam goodie
You can find me where the hood be
Cats that act like pussies
The rookies of the year, with a champion team
Putting a fat ass John-John
Stamp on the league
First round pick, it sound sick don't it?
I hold it down
Grab my seven pounds dick and send
A foul chick on it freestlying quick
Poem and they ear to get 'em moist
On point with that heaven sent voice
Roll up a joint, puff and pass it
Johnson & John another classic
Lamping in the cut writing national
Anthems like that bitch!
I jack music
Put raps to it despite the karma
Bomb a sample with my candle lit flow
Straight from the gutter
The illest muthafucka that Los Angeles knows
We vandals pro's
Digging in the crates since niggas
Was in grade six
Skipping class and getting some ass
Get the wax out your lobe
Open your mind's up killa
What kind of sewage are the loops
To get your mind stuck
Criminal minded like I'm Kris-One
With Dolemite slick tongue
John link the blueprint
So that John can get his shit done
3 inches over six-one
Spitting clips to kick drums
21 with a bullet pulling triggers 'til
My clip runs out of ammo
Sipping Jack Daniels 'til I'm tore up
Robin Hood of rap jack and
Give back to the culture
Hold the mic steady, ready like
I'm waiting on the set, go
Get the green like a gecko boy
The set know about them ghetto cats
Professional sound killers from the
Get go black where the West Coast at? We
On corners sipping Coronas
Zoning, smoking marijuana in the
Soul of California
Home of metro cats, backpacks
Straps and hoodies fully loaded mental
So them pistols if you push me
Fuck Sam, I jam goodie
You can find me where the hood be
Cats that act like pussies
The rookies of the year, with a champion team
Putting a fat ass John-John
Stamp on the league
First round pick, it sound sick don't it?
I hold it down
Grab my seven pounds dick and send
A foul chick on it freestlying quick
Poem and they ear to get 'em moist
On point with that heaven sent voice
Roll up a joint, puff and pass it
Johnson & John another classic
Lamping in the cut writing national
Anthems like that bitch!