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The Johnny Cash Show: The Best of Johnny Cash [Deluxe Edition] (Johnny Cash) · The Real...Johnny Cash: The Ultimate Johnny Cash Collection [3-CD] (Johnny Cash) · The Real...Johnny Cash: The Ultimate Johnny Cash Collection [1-CD] (Johnny Cash) · Playlist: The Very Best of Johnny Cash & June Carter Cash (Johnny Cash) · Playlist: The Very Best of Johnny Cash & June Carter Cash (Johnny Cash) · Playlist: The Very Best Johnny Cash and June Carter Cash (June Carter Cash) · Cash from Chaos: A Tribute to the Man in Black, Johnny Cash (Hutchinson, Hutch) · All Aboard the Blue Train/Original Sun Sound of Johnny Cash/Sings Hank Williams (Johnny Cash) · Johnny's Blues: A Tribute to Johnny Cash (Hutchinson, Hutch) · The Johnny Cash Children's Album (Johnny Cash) – and 90 other albums »


suitcase in the back
(Whoa)
Done gassed up the Pontiac
(Whoa)
Blastin' out to Johnny Cash
Headin' for the highway
Baby, we ain't ever comin' back

It's four
Monroe in the movie "Singing Guns" and by Gene Autry in "Mule Train"
-nominated for an Academy Award
-Words and Music by Johnny Lange, Hy Heath, and Fred
Monroe in the movie "Singing Guns" and by Gene Autry in "Mule Train"
-nominated for an Academy Award
-Words and Music by Johnny Lange, Hy Heath, and Fred
Brooklyn fast-talker
Big jewelry-sporter, sippin Johnny Walker
She bought me this drink, she's flashin her cash
She passin me hints like she want to give me
[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,
on stash
I used to crab the last, now I flow for dough, and I rhyme for cash
I'm glad to say goodnight to Johnny Carson
And brother where you rub it 'fore
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
shit 
HMV at the cash register, girls tryin to make me buy CD's 
Soft jazz and homo R&B 
I ain't payin for that Allure shit 
Walkin by Bloomingdales
of mouth, unheard about
Guns go off and now a murder bout
I'm out
My raps play the part like a Get Smart secret agent
In a maze and, styles blazin, Johnny
ass
I go to the club man, it's no cash
That black card make them chicks move fast
Can you hear me now? Can you see me now?
I throw on my jeans
like a dead body coming for its murderer
Shit, you seen Chino lately? You gotta see him
What you get to make an album, I get in one day's per diem
Go
under smoov shit
cause Red ain't down for the bullshit
Niggaz fucked up by letting me make an album (How come rude bwoy?)
To get on the mic and let my
Red ain't down for the bullshit
Niggaz fucked up by letting me make an album (How come rude bwoy?)
To get on the mic and let my fuckin style run
Ratin latent, and perpetratin 

My album's love mics, tough like dirt bikes 

You get frantic, New York City, run and panic 

California, I switch
the last, now I flow for dough and I rhyme for cash
I'm glad to say goodnight to Johnny Carson
And brother, where you rub it 'fore you catch the magic in
Italian, the cash keep pilin as I'm smilin
So hear me now, I bring the thunder plus the rumble
And I'll step back and watch your whole career just crumble
[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,
blind train
	Unique individual, you can go read it in my name
Lives through out the map, chew out your rap
My crew 'bout to snap
	Snap, snap, snap at any
southern niggas in these streets
Yeah I'm candy flipper, you can have a picture
While I pose like a playa, by the candy with ya
Koopa never have no time,
ready to kiss my ass
I go to the club, man, it's no cash
That black card make them chicks move fast

Can you hear me now? Can you see me now?
I throw
like a dead body coming for its murderer
Shit, you seen Chino lately? You gotta see him
What you get to make an album, I get in one day's per diem
Go
a thought that she was beautiful
Soul Train Awards I go to not my daughters funeral
I stay drunk and high like I'm imperial
Surrounded by more white groupies
Quickly defined the standard for indie rap distribution
Arrogant unafraid shit developed riding a train thinking of brain fucks
"Bad Touch Example" that
time to give myself stress
My kitchen now only 1 chef
Left virgin, greenhouse, new success
So, don't stress, mess test us
Just leave, train, plane,