mack In the pouring rain, very strange Penny Lane is in my ears and in my eyes There beneath the blue suburban skies I sit, and meanwhile back In Penny Lane
the rain Cock and I aim, I see you bitches jockin' the name Boppin' to fame, a crooked nigga droppin' in pain Rockin' a cain, back up bitch, you blockin' my lane
they know just what my gang is Motherfuck a hater You see me out, I rep my gang, used serve that John McCain That John McCain, hold up, they don't know
yo, real...still jackson, zigmaster ... gonna fuck your lanes faster sick actors, sick ... 10 bastards, fatherless walk around when we talking here shit
's my shit Switch CD's threw on Nas shit Yo in the whip yo the windows clogged up Shorty givin' me head mouth clogged up Flusher Meadow we call it "Lovers Lane
a warrant Got in, laid down, then start snorin' P-o kickin' ya door in, 4 in the mornin' You blockin' my lane-lane like john stockton With the uttermost
you just penny pushing and I'm bigger So you hate on me 'cause you like Paper and I'm gritter With two Biancas up on my arms like John Ritter Oh my goodness
stay down, n*** Parkin' at the club, at the playground, n*** I don't lay down, n***, I lay n*** down I rock Sean John linen and I don't play around I
's pecker picked another pickle bearing pussy pepper, why? Meeting John Dale's Jr.winked an eye point and point a finger Meeting John Dale's Jr.winked
Not your everyday rapper It's fucked up but) They say I ain't ready for the game Well that's a shame If you hatin' you can exit in your lane They jealous
up Guess what I left wit this chi-di-dik, she waz thi-di-dik Got my freak on and got my John li-di-dikd All in the ri-di-dib, the bra sti-di-dip Took
a single man will try to beat Almighty Malachi. All who challenge me are slain; come on fuckers, pick a lane. Marshall Home and Gary Dickens, get in line for your ass kickins'. John
don't you know? don't you know the blood now? [as john now, his arm now]??? you'll find it time to change just wait now hold on now learn the truth now
is you carry I don't care cos' I can live without them I read it in the papers, yes I read all about them Elvis died, you'd sold his soul, you Just had a piece John
hear me howlin' in my passway, rider, please open your door and let me in I got three lanes to truck home, boys, please don't block my road I got three lanes
New York, I cover the sport, like Marv Albert One, two, when I exhale, the one-two Lock it down, similar to Denzel in John Q. Fire the semi, with
Six lane highway runnin' up To my back door But it won't take me Where I want to be I took the I ninety five Down to Pensacola All I found Was a bunch