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letra de john madden (2010 version) - spose

uh, okay
(can you hear me?)
i can hear you, can you hear me?

[verse 1: spose]
i was sitting at my mom’s dreaming about paychecks with loot
your girlfriend’s b00bs, and how to smoke legal like snoop (oops)
i’m interrupted by a door knock
it is 4:18, who the h-ll is this?
i get up quick, tuck my d-ck
i stop drew from barkin’ and get to chris walkin’
it’s a face that i’ve seen before
it’s mike george, we both graduated cl-ss of ’04
i look deeper, he’s got trees, maybe beasters
and in his fist, backwoods and a bic
that’s that sh-t, michael, are you joking or smoking?
he tells me that we’ve got two minutes to get it toking
420 on the digital, this is pivotal
’cause i’m broke as f-ck 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, john madden
john madden, jo-john, john madden
switch it
tony hawk, ton- ton-tony hawk
tony hawk, ton- ton-tony hawk
say no money money no money money money
(no money money no money money money)
i blazed and played john madden when i got up
mar-a-ju-on-na is everywhere, where was you brought up?

[verse 2: cam groves]
uh
ever since big died, i’ve worshiped the dead
i write a verse in my head while i’m surfing the web
every single breath, it is worth what i said
keep sleeping on me, go purchase a bed
i’m fresh like new pants at a school dance
keep it fly like a toucan, brew in hand
is it true? is it fake? well, who’s to say?
i thank snoop and dre for what i do today
it’s the white rapper, wells, maine, walking on a rope
in the wintertime, snow blowing, not talking cold, nope
put your hands up like i was a big deal
and wave ’em back and forth like wipers on windshields
i’ve been ill, the rap music would play
i was in fourth grade, my parents called it a phase
my high school years started jotting on pages
then five years later i was rocking on stage, playing

[verse 3: spose and cam groves]
[cam groves]
coming straight outta wells, skinny dude, bro named cam groves
rototiller flow, i give a f-ck about a d-mn ho

[spose]
and he’s not talking about some garden tools, pants low
get it rolled before the show, chillin’ at the transpo

[cam groves]
been repping the m-e since peddling ten-speeds
and battling emcees when clubs were chem-free

[spose]
we’re talking wendy’s, high dudes, drive-thrus
empty eight high lifes then wake up to the nba highlights

[cam groves]
five mics, hold up the rhymes that i throw out
no doubt, make like paint and roll out

[spose]
spizzy spose sold out locally, vocally
i can admit i’m the sh-t, aw, quick, get the potpourri

[cam groves]
i’m not a dope dealer, just a dope emcee
well, i used to sell weed just to smoke for free

[spose]
so-so open me a michelob and openly i’ll kick a flow
and hopefully somebody brought a blunt
’cause we’re chilling playing

- spose

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