John Stamps - The Father, the Son Lyrics

I'm 'bout to break down the wood
Me and my partner ain't up to no good
Rocking the pants with a flood
Boy you a pud and your posse a dud
Better respect what i done in the name of the father, the name of the son
Ok, Ok, Ok, Ok
I'm 'bout to break down the wood
Me and my partner ain't up to no good
Rocking the pants with a flood
Boy you a pud and your posse a dud
Better respect what i done in the name of the father, the name of the son
Only wanna banging in my crew is Adam hey that's word to my f*cking drummer

What you know about the come up ever count a hundred hundreds getting hummer
What you know about the come up ever count a hundred hundreds getting hummer

465 i'm alive
Don't drink and drive if i'm your guy
I might buy all the rights
I'm baptized by the lights
Guys capsize from the lies
Why switch sides i'm the line
Cubs quit crying i'm a lion
Never wait in line i'm making mine
Better take your time to make it shine
My girl crying watching signs
Crops circle finds by design
I get drunk and babble on
I've never been to Babylon
Purple t shirt patagon
Bad mommy working got it going
That molly working like a charm
Smile and a smirk on my arm
Vogue with me you are my Madon
I am your night in shining arm
Don't go fast Ramadan
We all geeked up comic con

I'm 'bout to break down the wood
Me and my partner ain't up to no good
Rocking the pants with a flood
Boy you a pud and your posse a dud
Better respect what i done in the name of the father, the name of the son
Ok, Ok, Ok, Ok
I'm 'bout to break down the wood
Me and my partner ain't up to no good
Rocking the pants with a flood
Boy you a pud and your posse a dud
Better respect what i done in the name of the father, the name of the son
Only wanna banging in my crew is Adam hey that's word to my f*cking drummer