Blu - J And J lyrics

[Verse 1: Blu] Yeah, and f** a knight in shining armor I jack music, put raps to it despite the karma Bomb a sample with my candle lit flow, straight from the gutter The illest muthaf**a that Los Angeles knows We vandals pro's, digging in the crates since n***as was in grade six Skipping cla** and getting some a** Get the wax out your lobe, open your mind's up k**a What kind of sewage are the loops to get your mind stuck Criminal minded like I'm Kris-One, with Dolemite slick tongue John link the blueprint, so that John can get his sh** done 3 inches over six-one, spitting clips to kick drums 21 with a bullet pulling triggers 'til my clip runs out of ammo Sipping Jack Daniels 'til I'm tore up Robin Hood of rap jack and give back to the culture Hold the mic steady, ready like I'm waiting on the set, go (??) get the green like a gecko boy The set know about them ghetto cats Professional sound k**ers from the get go black Where the West Coast at? We on corners sipping Coronas Zoning, smoking marijuana in the soul of California Home of metro cats, backpacks, straps and hoodies Fully loaded mental, so them pistols if you push me f** Sam, I jam goodie, you can find me where the hood be (??) cats that act like pussies The rookies of the year, with a champion team Putting a fat a** John-John stamp on the league First round pick, it sound sick don't it? I hold it down, grab my seven pounds dick and send a foul chick on it Freestlying quick, poem and they ear to get 'em moist On point with that heaven sent voice Roll up a joint, puff and pa** it Johnson & John another cla**ic Lamping in the cut writing national anthems like that b**h!