not even foolin' yourself? Foolin', Who are you foolin', Playing your game for one day with somebody else? Who are you foolin'? Who can you blame when you're not even foolin' yourself? Why are you foolin
not even foolin' yourself? Foolin', who are you foolin' Playing your game for one day with somebody else? Who are you foolin'? Who can you blame when you're not even foolin' yourself? Why are you foolin
about eight miles in the city of dope Meanin' my city is the city of dope Weigh the coke, Caddy spokes, you couldn't be saved by John the Pope Money
you wanna run whiskey Well roll with me but you better listen good and clear If you got a badge or a big mouth brother you ain?t got no business here Fool
now, I ran "8 Miles" I ain't the same old nigga with the same style The lifestyle of Jermaine is my brainchild Jermaine's really like the black John Wayne
cha feel like bullets hit cha when the rhymes flyin off when I get finish wit cha you gonna feelin Dog tired boss (John Cofey from the Green Mile
was just closer 2 somethin' Closer 2 your higher self? I don't know Closer 2 heaven? Uh unh Closer 2 God, yeah, closer 2 God Save me Lord, I've been a fool
do si do Billy's on the banjo Sammy's slappin' spoons Jimmy plays a Martin and he's singing fool Dacin' in God's country,thirty miles from town Summer
Well, forget about the Fool's Gold Yeah, and that 9 to 5 freak show On the back of a strong Palomino, baby We could go for mile, and mile, and miles
't have to use a gun or even make the hoe cum if a nigga go to jail then a bitch make bond while you shakin that ass in the shake john john I be sittin
you live in, see Cos if I pull out some heat, nigga, you'll go kick in And that's just the rules set by the fool from the ol' school When it's time to
could hear John Henry from a mile or more You could hear John Henry's hammer ring, Lord, Lord You can hear John Henry's hammer ring I say, You can John
was blessed, know you were stressed tryin' To keep me out the streets, me ducking police Tryin' not to make a peek to wake you up out your sleep A drunk and high fool
si do Billy's on the banjo, Sammy's slappin' spoons Jimmy plays a Martin and he's singin' fool Dancin' in God's Country, thirty miles from town Summer
Sweet Mama Trk 16 2:56 Sleepy John Estes (John Adam Estes) Sleepy John Estes - guitar & vocal With: Noah Lewis - harmonica Jab Jones - piano & James
old lady think she pregnant I ain't got no cash for her She probably fucking another nigga I wouldn't put it past her My mind got me murderous like John
