Intro Songtext
von John Smith
Intro Songtext
Yeah, ooh wee
My man Mackaro on the beat
This is John Smith, A.K.A. Sloppy Joe
Repping for Peg Gritty, peanuts and corn, break bread
You know you done messed up by letting us in on this one
I′ma warm up a bit
You need to check this out
Growing Pains, what's the deal, y′all?
What's happening? I'm up again, applicants, supplicants
Bleeding heart liberals and passionate Republicans
Swagger and you′re loving it, ultramagnetic
So hot it hurts, damn, you couldn′t handle it with oven mitts
Fuck a check from the government, save it for the common rappers
Charity isn't comforting, so can I have publishing?
That′s another in
I'm tryna grow my green like double mint, it′s bubbling
You ducks is in a pond with no shrub to take cover in
Up against John Smith, and look around now
I put it downtown, where your fucking mans now?
Ass clown like Buffy the Body, back out
If we cutting, I'll be running a slash route
And I ain′t gentle, honey, it's smash mouth
From the window to the wall to the black couch
North end to Perryside, down south
Look up, my squad's enormous, you′re not important
You wop with your lips, but you should wop with your kicks
I step to getting with the pep from ephedrine
Without the popping, this effort, I′m betting on everything
Falling into place like Plinko settling
I don't need mink coats or ginkgo medicine
A small time hustler, not the up north Eminem
I been so relevant, got the info and evidence
My kinfolk never rich, seem like forever rich
Promises are better, but I ain′t getting shit or benefiting
Circumventing prison conditional sentence given
Served it living in my crib, you think I found religion there?
Chiefing spliffs, saying "pound and liquor"
Yeah, I'm laid the same thing except I′m louder and bigger
And damage to my liver mean my talent is sicker
After hours of vigor and splashing, let's give her, come on
Yeah, let′s give her
You know I went FUBAR on this one, haha
I'm feeling this one, Big Mack
Let me chief this smoke and pour myself a drink
I'm warmed up, I′m ready
Break bread, y′all, break bread, come on
My man Mackaro on the beat
This is John Smith, A.K.A. Sloppy Joe
Repping for Peg Gritty, peanuts and corn, break bread
You know you done messed up by letting us in on this one
I′ma warm up a bit
You need to check this out
Growing Pains, what's the deal, y′all?
What's happening? I'm up again, applicants, supplicants
Bleeding heart liberals and passionate Republicans
Swagger and you′re loving it, ultramagnetic
So hot it hurts, damn, you couldn′t handle it with oven mitts
Fuck a check from the government, save it for the common rappers
Charity isn't comforting, so can I have publishing?
That′s another in
I'm tryna grow my green like double mint, it′s bubbling
You ducks is in a pond with no shrub to take cover in
Up against John Smith, and look around now
I put it downtown, where your fucking mans now?
Ass clown like Buffy the Body, back out
If we cutting, I'll be running a slash route
And I ain′t gentle, honey, it's smash mouth
From the window to the wall to the black couch
North end to Perryside, down south
Look up, my squad's enormous, you′re not important
You wop with your lips, but you should wop with your kicks
I step to getting with the pep from ephedrine
Without the popping, this effort, I′m betting on everything
Falling into place like Plinko settling
I don't need mink coats or ginkgo medicine
A small time hustler, not the up north Eminem
I been so relevant, got the info and evidence
My kinfolk never rich, seem like forever rich
Promises are better, but I ain′t getting shit or benefiting
Circumventing prison conditional sentence given
Served it living in my crib, you think I found religion there?
Chiefing spliffs, saying "pound and liquor"
Yeah, I'm laid the same thing except I′m louder and bigger
And damage to my liver mean my talent is sicker
After hours of vigor and splashing, let's give her, come on
Yeah, let′s give her
You know I went FUBAR on this one, haha
I'm feeling this one, Big Mack
Let me chief this smoke and pour myself a drink
I'm warmed up, I′m ready
Break bread, y′all, break bread, come on
Writer(s): Andy Bell, Philip Larsen, Christopher Smith Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
