Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song John 3:16, artist - Mathematics. Album song The Problem, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 27.06.2005
Song language: English
John 3:16 |
| Boy, you ain’t shit |
| Muthafuckin' right, this my intro, my nigga |
| Allah Math, that was a good one |
| One love to the God Inf |
| In my heart baby, one, one |
| Stapleton, the Wild West, Park Hill (we gon' freak |
| This shit like this) |
| Port Richmond, Now Born, Jungle Nilz |
| I’m screamin' long live The W |
| I see you fools through the same as my brothers do |
| Now can somebody tell me who let them dogs out |
| And watch these villains tear the roof off they dog house |
| Who got that champagne, got that remy, got it good and plenty |
| Who only got a few friends, and they not friendly |
| And to scrubs, I might just blackout and blow your lightbulb |
| We turn night clubs to Fight Club |
| That’s what happens when you invite thugs |
| The bouge function with haters and busters |
| And big head Hollywood hoes, let’s get the fuckers |
| Guess who, you like Meth who |
| Now let me show you what the tech do |
| Spit when he talk, and word wet you |
| It’s the return of the su-super sperm |
| Mackin', lovin' my perm, have ya, fling out that burn, bitch |
| If you don’t know me, then you better know my flow |
| Meth Jigga what, Jigga who, jiggalo |
| I don’t usually do this, but keep the party going (uh-huh) |
| I don’t usually do this, but keep the party going (nigga) |
| I don’t usually do this, but keep the party going |
| Yo yo’ing, yo, yo, yo, yo’ing |
| I’m screamin' long live The W |
| I see you fools through the same as my brothers do |
| Now can somebody tell me who let them dogs out |
| And watch these villains tear the roof off they dog house |
| Is it the fortune or fame, that make y’all change |
| Got Milton Bradley hatin' the game, playas hatin' the same |
| Y’all know his name, no need to mention or to explain |
| What I’ve been through, how I get down, or why I came |
| Let’s talk about this flame in my mouth, I can’t contain |
| Some weed pocket change and some brain I can’t complain |
| Now, I heard y’all ladies got them thang thangs, do you really |
| Park Hillbillies, come from down south, slap ya silly |
| So what the dealy, with them Dutch Masters, really yo |
| Backwoods, and niggas that make herb with illio |
| I swear these niggas don’t know they ass from they elbow |
| Don’t know that I’mma strike, short of a shelltoe |
| Niggas around here, stick ya like velcro |
| Case closed, baby it ain’t safe no more |
| Come on |
| I don’t usually do this, but keep the party going (uh-huh) |
| I don’t usually do this, but keep the party going (nigga) |
| I don’t usually do this, but keep the party going |
| Yo yo’ing, yo, yo, yo, yo’ing |
| I’m screamin' long live The W |
| I see you fools through the same as my brothers do |
| Now can somebody tell me who let them dogs out |
| And watch these villains tear the roof off they dog house |
| If you can drink or smoke it |
| Whatever gets you by, everybody in here, high |
| You can drink it or smoke it |
| Whatever gets you by, everybody in here, high |
| We gon' keep the party going, Mathematics, Method Man |
| Panama P.I., yea, John 3:16 |
| I’m screamin' long live The W |
| I see you fools through the same as my brothers do |
| Now can somebody tell me who let them dogs out |
| And watch these villains tear the roof off they dog house |