The instruments are crying out "where the sympathy at" I attack before you begin to react I'm from the dirt where the Beatles and John Lennon be at And
grin with a Mac-10 Rope, katana, and then I skin 'em All beige suit made out of white women With the red lipstick dancing to John Lennon With the red
"The Purple Tape" A lot of bitches perpetrate, imper-per-per-per-personating Something that's real, something that's raw Something that the neighbours can hear right through their walls John Lennon
know about "The Purple Tape" A lot of bitches perpetrate, imper-per-per-per-personating Something that's real, something that's raw Something that the neighbours can hear right through their walls John Lennon
let's stick 'em Let's get 'em, get all of his spinach Grab 'em, and flip 'em, while Killa get all of the women Bakardi in lemon, Ferri at lemon, party in Lennon
God! Good God! Amen . . . John Lennon: Okay? FZ: Sit down and cool it for a minute so you can hear what we're gonna do! John Lennon: Yeah, this is a
the bed from the bed to the kitchen Coffee with no cream, That's like a rock with no fiend Martin Luther King with no dream, John Lennon Couldn't even
the club, low brim Hanging out like clothes pins I hustle flow do my show attract women Keep that heat and the John Lennon Boy you won't catch me arguin
bed from the bed to the kitchen Coffee with no cream, That's like a rock with no fiend Martin Luther King with no dream, John Lennon Couldn't even imaging
club, low brim Hanging out like clothes pins I hustle flow do my show attract women Keep that heat and the John Lennon Boy you won't catch me arguin'
from the bed to the kitchen Coffee with no cream, That's like a rock with no fiend Martin Luther King with no dream, John Lennon Couldn't even imaging