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- Words and Music by Lee Pockriss and Lyn Duddy

(Johnny Angel, Johnny Angel, Johnny Angel, Johnny Angel)
You're an angel to me

Johnny Angel,
a yes, they gonna yell, and scream and shout

Gotta dress like an icon
Style like nicki minaj
Wear black like johnny cash, son
Have em stacked like
'memba me,
Tell me how could you forget, back to johnny's album cover,
Red and blue Gucci s***,
Ain't nothing changed but the year it is,
I think I
ripened and rottened in our puberty
Two kindred spirits bound by destiny
Well now I was smart but I lacked ambition
Johnny was wild with no inhibition
Johnny Cash
When I'm in the car these days
'Cause when I turn on the radio
It makes me, make me wanna say

Hell no
Turn it off
Come on
Hell no
the gold toothed look from a stiff right hook
He's proud he took for his right wing stand on Vietnam
Says he lost his brother there

He yells out Johnny Cash
you feel?
Comin' up as a nigga in the cash game (Yeah my nigga Johnny J just here)
I'm livin' in the fast lane, I'm for real (Yeah)

How do you want
all points to oh,
Now you niggas 'memba me,
Tell me how could you forget, back to johnny's album cover,
Red and blue Gucci shit,
Ain't nothing changed
watching
I've already had the neighbors here
Johnny Cash came around and we split a beer

I'm dead and I'm done by the heat of the sun
And I'll rest my
you feel?
Comin' up as a nigga in the cash game (Yeah my nigga Johnny J just here)
I'm livin' in the fast lane, I'm for real (Yeah)

How do you want
feel?
Comin' up as a nigga in the cash game (yeah my nigga Johnny J just here)
I'm livin' in the fast lane, I'm for real (yeah)

How do you want it?
the Ripper, by barracks, cold like anemic 

Believe it, it takes years for why'all to achieve it 

Cause I'm a go getter, I get the loot, I get the cash
you feel?
Comin' up as a nigga in the cash game (Yeah my nigga Johnny J just here)
I'm livin' in the fast lane, I'm for real (Yeah)

How do you want
you feel?
Comin' up as a nigga in the cash game (Yeah my nigga Johnny J just here)
I'm livin' in the fast lane, I'm for real (Yeah)

How do you want
I've already had the neighbors here
Johnny Cash came about and we split a beer

I'm dead and done by the heat of the sun
And I'll rest my hat in
the gold toothed look from a stiff right hook
He's proud he took for his right wing stand on Vietnam
Says he lost his brother there

He yells out Johnny Cash
a little time in Folsom prison
And Johnny Cash is tattooed on her knee

She's never rode a bull that's ever thrown her
Hell she rode one all the way through
[Method Man]
One time...
Huhh, all up in ya like a bone when I...
Johnny Blaze, the Iron Lung
Foxy Brown, the Ill Na Na (yeah, see'mon, yeah,
of the slums
With a shot that go, for twisted metal for cash flow
React slow nigga and get, P.L.O
By the lone gunner, who took revenge for his brother
Who got
bruce, brian, bono, beck, yeah chuck berry
Prince stevie sly smokey johnny cash in my chevy
Heard some call me an uncle tom
Now that's petty
I'm
Parody of Jackson by Johnny Cash (G. Rogers/E. Weeler), Bexhill Music Corp. (ASCAP)/Quarter Music Inc. (ASCAP)
New lyrics by Cledus T. judd and Chris
Hov
Started with a little rock, got me a little stove
Made a little money, bought me a little Rov'
Paid cash money like I was from Hollygrove
Sold ten
diamonds are not shining homie, you've never seen Johnny
Screwed Up Click, soldiers united for cash
We legal now, so it ain't no mo' circles in the stash
Close to the Ground'
She told me that she sorta likes the Eagles
But she couldn't name one hit by Johnny Cash

No, she don't like to play my kind of music
popping)

Do y'all niggas bust ya guns? (Hell yeah we bust our guns!)
Do y'all fuck 'em 'til they cum? (Damn right we make 'em cum!)
Do y'all niggas bust