John Madden Lyrics & Tabs by Spose
John Madden
guitar chords lyrics
Sitting at my mom's dreaming about paychecks, with loop,
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 crisp 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
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:
Hook:
John Madden, Jo-John *a* John Madden
John Madden, Jo-John *a* John Madden
Switch it
Turn it on, toke toke, turn it on
Turn it on, turn it- toke, turn it on
Say no money money
No money money money
No money money no money money money
I blaze and play John Madden when I gotta
"mari-ja-uana is everywhere, where was you brought up?"
You know it's gross 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
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Don't y'all 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 a game and a vice
No shame when I write, bars into 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
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