John Madden

[Verse 1: Spose] Sitting at my mom's dreaming about paychecks, with loop, My ex-girl's boobs and how to smoke legal like Snoop… (oops) I'm interrupted by the door knock, **knock-knock** 4:18… Who the hell is this?!? I get up quick, tuck my dick I stop Drew from barkin' and get to crisp walking, It's a face that I've seen before, Mike George We both graduated class of '04 I look deeper, he's got trees up in a beaker And in his fist, Backwoods and a Bic That's that shit, Michael, is you joking or smoking He tells me, "We got two minutes to get it toking'" 420 on the digital, this is pivotal Cause I'm broke as fuck 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] You know it's Groves cause the flow's so tight I got instrumentals downloaded, mobile device- Just in case I want to kick it, take a go at the mic I'm hot as hell even though Maine's colder than ice Take what you make in a week, and i'll be folding it twice It doesn't matter what the numbers even show on the price I'm always taking chances like I'm rolling the dice And I used to push the ganja from an O to a slice But I'm learning more as I grow older in life It's not about how many punches that you throw in the fight It's about why you throw 'em & if you're throwing them right And always making good goals and try to hold 'em in sight And even though I get high, take control of the flight It doesn't mean it's wrong, if you don't know what is right Been into rap since way back when rollin' on bikes And from that day rap happened to take control of my life [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 3: Spose] Don't y'all know Spose flows everyday in his life With no grill, no bills, I refrain from the ice And I feel like the devil might have came in the night And made me "Tim the tool man Taylor" Got a game and a vice No shame when I write, bars aim to delight Fanatics, addicts, and video gamers alike I'm looking over my shoulder just when I'm lacing my Nikes Because there's fake gangsters out there, just aching to fight And I made some whack songs, now I'm making them right Though I'm broke, nightly microwaving bacon and rice Black Betty, white Christmas, Green Lantern comic Red stripe in my pitcher There is no illa, evolved gorilla, quickly breaking up that grass Like a fucking Roto tiller Certainly no killer, not even a fighter, but enough about that, baby, pass that lighter Let's play some [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?)