John Madden - Spose, Cam Groves

Sitting at my mom’s dreaming about paychecks with loot,

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 Chris 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:

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?)

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

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?)

Don’tcha 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 the game in 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

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?)