John Brown - Culture Shock
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VERSE 1
I gave my life to this game, this for the players that’s left
I’m just doing my thang, but I’m ain't holding my breath/
Ride a few foreigns for the culture shock/
Write a new chorus down in Bogota/
But the liquor come from Tennessee
Im my biggest critic not ya enemy/
My shorty Puerto Rican but she’s born in Cleveland/
Spent the weekend popping corks and chiefing/
Came in this sport like Phelps hopped in the deep ends/
I can’t afford no L’s getting even/
You the know mantra get the dough ganja/
Mentality is mamba, so the salary got commas
They killed Fred Hampton said he’s radical
Then all of their grandkids stormed the capital
CHORUS
Im in New York City with a mic in my hand
Mama there goes that man
Getting California love when I’m out in japan
Mama there goes that man
Down south cooking up, and they know who i am
Mama there goes that man
When you see me pulling up, throw up your hands and say
Mama there goes that man
VERSE 2
The homies hustling the ounces out of governmental houses/
The road to luxury covered with blunts and 40 ounces/
I was making beats, put in hours by the thousands
Sleeping on the couches tryna find my way up out this/
Get in where I fit in so I’m switching up the outfits/
I’d tell you where I’m headed but I can’t even pronounce it/
Big announcement tapping glasses with the silverware/
Can’t let the moment pass us till we living lavish
Out in Calabasas with the silver hair/ in a different bracket like I’m Bill Lambier/
So I put the final touches with the brushes /
Vinyl got the trumpets, baby I just made adjustments/
Ain't from Hollis, Queens but I gotta run/
Rock a coliseum it's a lot of fun
I gave my life to this game, this for the players that’s left
I’m just doing my thang, but I’m ain't holding my breath/
Ride a few foreigns for the culture shock/
Write a new chorus down in Bogota/
But the liquor come from Tennessee
Im my biggest critic not ya enemy/
My shorty Puerto Rican but she’s born in Cleveland/
Spent the weekend popping corks and chiefing/
Came in this sport like Phelps hopped in the deep ends/
I can’t afford no L’s getting even/
You the know mantra get the dough ganja/
Mentality is mamba, so the salary got commas
They killed Fred Hampton said he’s radical
Then all of their grandkids stormed the capital
CHORUS
Im in New York City with a mic in my hand
Mama there goes that man
Getting California love when I’m out in japan
Mama there goes that man
Down south cooking up, and they know who i am
Mama there goes that man
When you see me pulling up, throw up your hands and say
Mama there goes that man
VERSE 2
The homies hustling the ounces out of governmental houses/
The road to luxury covered with blunts and 40 ounces/
I was making beats, put in hours by the thousands
Sleeping on the couches tryna find my way up out this/
Get in where I fit in so I’m switching up the outfits/
I’d tell you where I’m headed but I can’t even pronounce it/
Big announcement tapping glasses with the silverware/
Can’t let the moment pass us till we living lavish
Out in Calabasas with the silver hair/ in a different bracket like I’m Bill Lambier/
So I put the final touches with the brushes /
Vinyl got the trumpets, baby I just made adjustments/
Ain't from Hollis, Queens but I gotta run/
Rock a coliseum it's a lot of fun
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