Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song John Madden, artist - Spose. Album song Preposterously Dank, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 11.02.2008
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Preposterously Dank Entertainment
Song language: English
John Madden |
Sitting at my mom’s dreaming about paychecks with loot, |
My ex-girl's boobs, and how to smoke legal like Snoop… (oops) |
I’m interrupted by the door knock, **knock-knock** |
4:18… Who the hell is this?!? |
I get up quick, tuck my dick |
I stop Drew from barkin' and get to Chris walking, |
It’s a face that I’ve seen before, Mike George |
We both graduated class of '04 |
I look deeper, he’s got trees up in a beaker |
And in his fist, Backwoods and a Bic |
That’s that shit, Michael, is you joking or smoking |
He tells me, «We got two minutes to get it toking'» |
420 on the digital, this is pivotal |
Cause I’m broke as fuck and I enjoy being a criminal |
Right before this happened I was sitting here rapping |
Watching Youtube booty clapping, PS2 action, playing: |
John Madden, Jo-John, John Madden |
John Madden, Jo-John, John Madden |
Switch it |
Tony Hawk, Ton-Ton-Tony Hawk |
Tony Hawk, Ton- Ton-Tony Hawk |
Say no money money no money money money |
No money money no money money money |
I blazed and played John Madden when I got up |
(Mar-a-ju-on-na is everywhere, where was you brought up?) |
You know it’s Groves cause the flow’s so tight |
I got instrumentals downloaded, mobile device- |
Just in case I want to kick it, take a go at the mic |
I’m hot as hell even though Maine’s colder than ice |
Take what you make in a week, and i’ll be folding it twice |
It doesn’t matter what the numbers even show on the price |
I’m always taking chances like I’m rolling the dice |
And I used to push the ganja from an O to a slice |
But I’m learning more as I grow older in life |
It’s not about how many punches that you throw in the fight |
It’s about why you throw 'em & if you’re throwing them right |
And always making good goals and try to hold 'em in sight |
And even though I get high, take control of the flight |
It doesn’t mean it’s wrong, if you don’t know what is right |
Been into rap since way back when rollin' on bikes |
And from that day rap happened to take control of my life |
John Madden, Jo-John, John Madden |
John Madden, Jo-John, John Madden |
Switch it |
Tony Hawk, Ton-Ton-Tony Hawk |
Tony Hawk, Ton- Ton-Tony Hawk |
Say no money money no money money money |
No money money no money money money |
I blazed and played John Madden when I got up |
(Mar-a-ju-on-na is everywhere, where was you brought up?) |
Don’tcha know Spose flows everyday in his life |
With no grill, no bills, I refrain from the ice |
And I feel like the devil might have came in the night |
And made me «Tim the tool man Taylor» |
Got the game in a vice |
No shame when I write, bars aim to delight |
Fanatics, addicts, and video gamers alike |
I’m looking over my shoulder just when I’m lacing my Nikes |
Because there’s fake gangsters out there, just aching to fight |
And I made some whack songs, now I’m making them right |
Though I’m broke, nightly microwaving bacon and rice |
Black Betty, white Christmas, Green Lantern comic |
Red stripe in my pitcher |
There is no illa, evolved gorilla, quickly breaking up that grass |
Like a fucking Roto tiller |
Certainly no killer, not even a fighter, but enough about that, baby, |
pass that lighter |
Let’s play some |
John Madden, Jo-John, John Madden |
John Madden, Jo-John, John Madden |
Switch it |
Tony Hawk, Ton-Ton-Tony Hawk |
Tony Hawk, Ton- Ton-Tony Hawk |
Say no money money no money money money |
No money money no money money money |
I blazed and played John Madden when I got up |
(Mar-a-ju-on-na is everywhere, where was you brought up?) |