When she had twenty years she turned to her mother Saying mother, I know that you'll grieve But I've given my soul to St. John the gambler Tomorrow comes
[Young Jeezy] I'm just chillin' in that Phantom bumpin that Yo Gotti He's the boss of the town, call him young John Gotti Sittin down with the plug, bout
we start with a man who is bigger Than John was when John did his baptism thing? CAIAPHASFools! You have no perception! The stake we are gambling are
John was when John did His baptism thing? Fools! You have no perception! The stake we are gambling are frighteningly high We must crush Him completely So like John
flash knowlegde not scandal, watch me dismantle Your handle, lyrics like candles they burn on waxes in your sandle Microphone Vandal, KRS one'll make 'em scamble When they gamble
a sack, Honkey tonked with strangers Who were eating broken glass, Well, it don't scare me none 'Cause I'll be comin' back. I take from my loved ones To gamble
'll take you with a pinch of salt And she'll give you no quarter She's the queen of the short order And you're a one-armed bandit Gambling on a crash
taboo Sixteen keyholes in one straight line I look through them from time to time The weather down your end looks fine But the forecast's grim down mine I'm no gamble
walm a mile in that woman's shoes They cursed him and they kicked him as They dragged him down the street They nailed him to a cross and soldiers gambled
by: Eden Ahbez Preformed by: John Lequizamo CHILDREN OF THE REVOLUTION Written by: Marc Bolan Performed by: Marius Devries, Ewan McGregor, Jacek Koman, John
and Death SOUTH - Coining and Gambling NORTH - Changes of Form WEST - Evil use of the Elements The questions that went unanswered For Kelley and John
lance I said paced out I say pay fast I know homies that passed in the weight class But it was pushin weight that they all passed at And when i gamble
damn it was a trip King George could think all my boys on the motherfucking paint everywhere I rome every all dead bodies god damn I was like John Gotti
I had a friend named Bill Campbell He used to rob, steal and gamble And on the side he'd beg So he mopped up Well, I told ol' Billy shouldn't do it And
know? Well, I know her by her apron And the dress she wore Umbrella on her shoulder A piece of paper in her hand She gonna tell old John She want back
My name is John O'Reilly and my father worked the fields In the hills of old Kilarny where I helped him turn the wheels My arms grew hard as iron for
Well I'm the jibber jabber, jaw like Shabba Franks making thanks, operating like Trapper John M.D., yeah, that's what folks tell me I plan on going far
Allelujah Allelujah Allelujah Allelujah Allelujah Allelujah Allelujah John the Baptist prophesied a Messiah will rise He'll be tried, crucified, ascend
