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The One And Only Lyrics - The Bumpy Johnson Album - Prodigy

Papa Johnson! 

My name miss Fieldmore, Danny's mother 

Ma'am. 

I wish more black could men would stand up 

And fight for their home 

Th way you're doing it 

I heard you killed three of his men 

Like the Lord swooped in on Sodom and Gomore 

You swung your mighty cypher in 'em heathen's heads 

Rolled on the pavement 

You're a killing machine 

You, papa Johnson, you fuck mess, you just a killa 

But I'm telling you 

Thank er'body 

Papa Johnson, mr. Johnson, you know what? 

I've been singing for you a long time 

I've been tryna get a job down at the cotton court 

For six months. 

Now look here! Come down to the Bamville, see my man 

Calvin. He's a clean head man, he's down, he does all the hiring 

Excuse me, please? Calvin, yes. 

Is he gon' take care of me? 

He gon' take care of you 

() 

Don P, Colonel 16's 

Captain Bars, man, you can call me 

Whatever the F you feel best 

Just as long as you spell my name right on the checks 

I'mma, keep doin' what I do so well 

Truth be told, without money I would still spill 

All of my thoughts onto the beats 

This is my passion, my baby, I breathe 

Eat sleep and shit soul music 

Watch how my song touch you, it's spiritually movin' 

You might wanna cry 

He got a problem with P? He might wanna die 

While I'm, so lovable and so humble 

That if you cross me, then you deserve to stumble 

And fall on a Rambo knife 

Look homey, you obviously don't know me, I'm 

The one and only, Infamous, notorious 

() 

I'm Bandana P, the fantastic one 

Reptile, I spit acid, they kyan't done 

I die harder than your average die hardheaded nigga 

I don't learn 'til it's too late, and it's early, nigga 

I don't take orders, fold, or break under pressure 

I don't take kindly to strangers or new faces 

It might be the police 

Maybe the D.A. brothers, come to get me 

I've got a dark sense of humor 

Gotta calm down a lot, I, got a hot temper 

I'm tryin' to change 

But these people out here push me to engage 

in all types of fuckery, jealous and they envious 

Misery love company they don't really love me ! 

I had to sever our ties 

Sit back in my jacuzzi watchin' pelicans fly 

Thinkin' back how we used to be on the same page 

I realize now, that you nothin like me, I'm 

() 

My reign at the top don't stop, it's endless 

Watch me crush so-called competition, man, listen 

There is no threat to my position 

These niggaz is harmless, there's no comparison, 

To rap's top shotter, best sellin' author 

In non-fiction, you better pray I go easy 

and thank me for not exposin' your bumba claat 

I could go in on you, but I'm not 

Success is the best revenge 

And I'm fit to show you people how to do this here 

intelligent, smooth criminal music 

You never lived this life, you can't relate to it 

I'm the chief of all chiefs, the Don of all dons 

The boss of all bosses, the fuckin warlord 

The grand wizard of bars 

When I die, my tombstone'll read "He was..." 

 

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