My pistol may snap, my mojo is frail But I rub my root, my luck will never fail When I rub my root, my John the Conquer root Aww, you know there ain't nothin' she can do, Lord, I rub my John the Conquer root
I was accused of murder in the first degree The judge's wife cried, "Let the man go free!" I was rubbin' my root, my John the Conquer root Aww, you know there ain't nothin' she can do, Lord, I rub my John the Conquer root
Oh, I can get in a game, don't have a dime, All I have to do is rub my root, I win every time When I rub my root, my John the Conquer root Aww, you know there ain't nothin' she can do, Lord, I rub my John the Conquer rootTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
