Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song John Doe, artist - Tha ChillDate of issue: 13.08.2012
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
John Doe |
| John-motherfuckin-Doe, live for you, motherfuckers |
| We got John Doe in the house tonight |
| That motherfucker just came back from off tour |
| And he gon' tell all y’all punk bitches |
| A little somethin' about yourselves, it goes somethin' like that |
| This shit is fucked up, hoes tryin' to have the nigga set up |
| Bitch wear my drawers |
| You scandalous-Ass-Hookers I ain’t fuckin' with yours |
| Fuck the Po-Po's we dipped in Lo-Lo's |
| We the bud men in the Parking Lot they Co-Co's |
| I’m sick of the homey, and fuck nine to five’s |
| In hood ain’t no nine lives, ain’t no niggas even fightin' with knives |
| No dialogues cut you down to sizes |
| Have your mama screamin' and puffin' the joint |
| If she don’t visit your grave, she visited the joint |
| It’s fucked up how we brought up |
| Put the nigga on the bottom and then you make him catch up |
| Niggas out here ain’t givin' the fuck |
| Tryin' to live day to day, get they dicks sucked |
| It’s the Villain, Chip and Rocc |
| You bitch ass gay niggas need to stop… |
| Who bring the street shit nigga you know «John Doe, John Doe» |
| Keep it Guerrilla my nigga fuck the Radio «John Doe, John Doe» |
| These niggas out suffering, fuck the world, you know «John Doe, John Doe» |
| Niggas ain’t falling for your shit no more |
| This is «John Doe, John Doe» |
| Since 12 I’ve been a young thug juvi' |
| My life, is like old black street buvie |
| Big booties, drugs, alcohol straps |
| The good die young, we got new quarter of bags with new sacks |
| Junky-Ass-Cops, crooked ass that crackin' the ground |
| But dope’ll never found |
| So why in the fuck would you pull me over |
| «because you got a Benz and a black Range Rover» |
| Or in my four, hittin' corners on switches |
| Mad cause I got a car low, full of bitches |
| My style is different, nigga pay attention |
| Two thousand and three John Doe is doin' the lynchin' |
| Some niggas is bloodin, some niggas is cribin' |
| Some niggas all about the green, some pimpin' |
| Some hit you with the beam for no reason |
| 365 westcoast killin' season… |
| Who bring the street shit nigga you know «John Doe, John Doe» |
| Keep it Guerrilla my nigga fuck the Radio «John Doe, John Doe» |
| These niggas out suffering, fuck the world, you know «John Doe, John Doe» |
| Niggas ain’t falling for your shit no more |
| This is «John Doe, John Doe» |
| «Niggas» what you’re claimin' |
| «Niggas» sound the same and |
| «Niggas» runnin' games and |
| «Niggas» entertainin' |
| «Niggas» tryin' to save me cause they can’t see me |
| Same niggas ain’t leavin' what they claimin' them be |
| Bust too many super thugs and ready for super slugs |
| My niggas do super drugs, in hood for super loves |
| While you playin' too dirty he is playin' for keeps |
| Keep in the streets duckin' while I’m servin' your eat |
| You wise to speak, get out your seat «The villain is coming» |
| Compton sold them cum, can’t commpete you must’ve forget |
| We the original, crimin-als, Bigg Rocc’ll pull your files |
| John Doe got fuckin' styles |
| So, write it down, remember it, take a picture |
| I gives the fuck |
| My niggas is quick to get with you |
| Spittin' that He-Talk, We-Talk, C-Walk if you wanna |
| If you was a buster, bend the corner… |
| Who bring the street shit nigga you know «John Doe, John Doe» |
| Keep it Guerrilla my nigga fuck the Radio «John Doe, John Doe» |
| These niggas out suffering, fuck the world, you know «John Doe, John Doe» |
| Niggas ain’t falling for your shit no more |
| This is «John Doe, John Doe» |