(feat. Big Pic) [Archie Lee] SwishaHouse bitch, I wreck shows and flows Swng wide, frank does, and high cap on hoes Bouts my peety, bouts lucci, all
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
repeating in background:] "rock, the body body -- rock the body body" [U-God] Dino the dart specialist Knahmean? Golden Arms, yo Meth-Tical, John John
on a feelin' a natural high you better believe it and the reason why it's a thing called love it makes me feel so alive love,love love and john lennon
just get Cuz coming against Chox is just brainless Big cat I'll box cut your main with, John Dears So you better write a Dear John, your career's gone
oozie spit I write more lines than the late John Belushi sniffed Screw who you get, try your luck But I'm not in the mile high club so I don't give a
cold night red district places she seen more hotels than my tour suitcases or male customers than Old Navy's she love limelight more than John Swaybis seen more miles
Just to make sure our minds get properly fried. Lord, be merciful and let me die. 50 miles south of Lodi. Round on both ends and the middle's high. What
t no proof, that I ever walked through 8 Mile And since it ain't no Proof, I'll never walk through 8 Mile Sometimes I think about my life, with my face
to 1555 When they captured the first tribe of men And piled them in a pen Fifty feet high They took em all on a 9000 mile ride And landed on the shore
a track learn to pick and shovel too And take that hammer, It'll do anything you tell it to." John Henry's mammy had about a dozen babies John Henry'
off the wall Can't afford to miss the boat when they call [Background vocal] High, high, high, high, high, high, high, high High, high, high, high, high, high, high, high
latter years Coconut almond spiced bacardi dark No taste for flatter beers Frontin with your mouth open Let me empty out my bladder here Blowin like John
got my John deere hat turned back. Brother says there's gonna be a fight, Sumter County Friday Night. One black eye and two teeth later, Sumter High
black Got my John Deere hat turned back Brother says there's gonna be a fight Sumter County Friday Night One black eye and two teeth later Sumter High