| Sheist done came and changed the game and explained
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| Ways for days show you how to wait for your pay
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| Cause when Shade fuck up your sales, all your checks delay
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| And now niggas mad cause Shade can pull up in a Jag
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| Hands free, chaperone all gettin' the dough
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| And I ain’t even interested in stealing your whore
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| So why these niggas actin like they wanna marry the floor?
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| Like they ain’t seen me breeze past all the gaurds at the door
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| Like I’m just wearin' this jacket to be hot
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| I flash the juice card, man this shit ain’t hard
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| And It’s the same thing at the same spot
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| What’s my name?
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| It’s John Doe
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| 4−5's spittin' up outta the
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| Four Door
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| No return fire cause they
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| Too slow
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| What’s the dilly?
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| Cause we kill for a living
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| We kill for a livin'
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| They wanna know why I keep it so simple
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| I see that they just don’t get it like my Nextel signal
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| Sheist on some other shit, Centinella gutter shit
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| Cards on the table, you can hit me or split
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| And see now I fucked around and got Quik on the shit
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| So just imagine how many hips break when they dip
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| And all the excessive paper cuts from counting the grip
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| And how my legs hurt from humpin' back and forth in the whip
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| At only 35, coverage is a bitch on a six
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| And I ain’t even got my first plaque yet (plaque yet)
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| Sheist, will still run circles over niggas who want it
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| And we ain’t even gotta make the bets yet
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| Nigga what’s my name?
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| Throat-choke a hoe, Big Giggolo
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| Pimp the world, handcuff your hoe
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| Twurk your girl, when I step into the atmosphere
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| Niggas strapped wit fear, uh!
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| Is he is what I said he is and all
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| When I pimp bitches all dick and balls
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| Shade Sheist nothin' nice, new to the game
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| Get your money homie, bitch what’s my name?
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| Hey-hey! |
| we gon' hit these niggas where it hurt (uh)
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| Put the worm in your mouth like a perch (uh)
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| When I’m cum boo you gon' need a cert
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| Bust one, jump in the Monte Carlo and skirt (skirt!)
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| Give em naps, give 'em dap, then I holla holla back
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| «Hey nigga where you goin'?»
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| Boo I’m checkin' my traps
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| Yall niggas done shitted and stepped back in it
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| I’ll fuck a nigga up all I need is five minutes
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| Swift, and I pimp hoes like it’s a gift
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| I got game so you know I’m «The Answer» like Allen I
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| Got your whole style shook like 'Quilles or Kobe Bry'
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| While money multiply you haters ask why
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| No you can’t stop the pimpin' the pimpin' is too fly
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| Runnin' game on yo wife while you out flossin' your ride
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| But she said, «if you ain’t busy, or close in the vicinity
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| Stop on by and come get the thighs.»
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| It’s John Doe
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| 4−5's spittin' up outta the
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| Four Door
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| No return fire cause they
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| Too slow
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| What’s the dilly?
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| Cause we kill for a living
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| And we hungry nigga |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song John Doe (feat. DJ Quik, AMG, HI-C, & Swift) , by - Shade Sheist. Song from the album Informal Introduction OG, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп