(Jeff Lynne and John Farrar) A place where nobody dared to go The love that we came to know They call it, "Xanadu" [The days you cried can't be denied
crew won't give a fuck who you are We do our job like we part of the mob, shoot up the bar Cuban the don daddy like john gotti I brung a long shotie
where the guns love to introduce theyself Reduce your health, little bulletproofs get felt Who mind ready, for this big dog who hold a nine steady I'm John
do We came to stack them bodies, killin' everybody like John Gotti I said we came to stack them bodies, killin' everybody like John Gotti Now run up
Ain't no love in Oakland, bitch Niggas always talkin bout 'I love you' But ain't no love, bitch Now it's a shame, I can't be saved by John the Pope I
to give you mushrooms girl I never meant to bring you to my world Now you sitting in the corner crying And now it's my fault my fault I went to John
sleep and you're still up, I get the ball and I'm like ..you can't get a .. You probably got strip ...no reason to trip I grab like ... I smile like John
was goin? do, kill me in my sleep you bitch ass nigga? Tupac, Biggie! Shut the fuck up! Fucking dogs barking and shit Don?t shoot! Don?t shoot! Fuck
and one thing's for certain You're cozy in your little room The carpet's all paid for, God bless the TV Let's go shoot a hole in the moon And Roy Rogers
32 Or report from 29 districts The revolution will not be televised There will be no pictures of pigs shooting down Brothers on the instant replay There will be no pictures of pigs shooting
around curves Bullets braze niggas with coffin, yo Watch how to rhyme with hammers, I got two mens That don't speak English, shooting game's bananas Down
your guys Two of them nines, better shoot them now 'less you wanna die I'm stupid high, Lord super sized blessin the dome Huggin some long John Wayne
the llama belchin' Shittin' like I'm rhymin' in the John like Elton I turn a nigga into stone Send out a blast like an e-mail to shoot ya Female Medusa
're as threatenin' as Miley Cyrus with the hiney virus Dead a verse, I got more bars than Leavenworth The present president backwards call me "Tnediserp" I shoot
[Intro: Lil' John talking] "Yeeeeah! (Yeeeeah!) It's been a long journey getting' to this motherfuckin' point of this Crunk Juice shit. (What?!) But we
Shan peace God You and Maze got the info? Them cats that tried to shoot Moose's hitmen yo? A nigga named Ricky from the Bronx, cold wop city Thugged out, shoot
start shooting up the diesel Had a flesh back, screwing some dude up in his hashback The night before, body still sore, holding her ass crack A regular John