Lyrics:
Rappin a bit, talkin trash
Missing ol' Johnny Cash
Well now Johnny Cash wore black attire
And he fell into that Ring of Fire
He came up swinging like
Little Johnny
OOooooo you in trouble now
Johnny Bravo wanted Johnny Cash
President tint sat behind the glass
They sent a threat due to Johnny debt
Put
It started March of sixty-four
Many years ago
We were hired by Johnny Cash
To open up his show
Four boys, a worn out Cadillac
With a road map
It started March of sixty-four
Many years ago
We were hired by Johnny Cash
To open up his show
Four boys, a worn out Cadillac
With a road map
the trash bin
That lies by that old stone wall?
Keep working on your grades
You don't need to talk to them at all
Wake up, Johnny
It's midday
Why 'you living
nigga, I get it, yeah, I'm on the way
Tip of the Texas, yeah, there's no delay
Told him I need that piece by Johnny Dang
Down in the valley, you know we
Anyways, this song was written by our friend Glen Shirley
Um, hope we do your song justice Glen, we're going to do our best
Inside the walls of prison my
Dice, G-Walt, let's jam!
Johnny Dice, G-Walt, let's jam!
Let down, get down, get loud, never gonna stop 'till I'm the best out, no doubt, no time to Rest
It started March of sixty-four
Many years ago
We were hired by Johnny Cash
To open up his show
Four boys, a worn out Cadillac
With a road map
[Intro]
This is a bonus track from the Kingspade sessions
Featuring Johnny Richter and D-Loc, Kingspade
The full length album coming out on Suburban
tranquilize a horse
i'll bet a million in cash
against your stash
coz i think mine's better than yours
the boy said "my name's johnny and you ain't smoked
never know
It's johnny cash; the ring of fire
Playing with June's burning desire
It's the laughing, the dancing, the sitting romancing
With the fireflies
tranquilize a horse,
I'll bet a million in cash against your stash,
'cause I think mines better than yours."
The boy said, "My name's Johnny,
and you ain't
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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
ambition
Johnny was wild
With no inhibition
Was about like mixin
Fire and gasoline
(And he'd say)
Hey Romeo
Let's go down to Mexico
Chase senoritas
a horse
I'll bet a million in cash aginst your stash
'Cause I think mine's better than yours."
The boy said, "My names Johnny
And you ain't smoked nothin'
op country songs
Van Dolly Parton
En Johnny Cash
Ik heb working nite to by
Was welkom op mijn gsm
Ik raak helemaal betoverd
Door dat klikje in
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
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
Was about like
Will he be famous? I do not know
But Johnny the best keep that on the low
Johnny hop on the track and I get it and go
Me my boy Micah we rap like we pros
the bridge
You can find his wallet at the crib
Johnny boy thought he was the best
Bravo Nigga Gimmie all the cash
Jack the nigga knew to wear a vest
A lesson
it
I'ma kill it
I tried to tell 'em
Get the yellow tape
Get them body bags
All black wardrobe nigga
Johnny Cash
Anytime that the Doc is the buildin'
front of a fire, in a living room
Cozy and warm full of potluck food
But if one day suddenly Johnny got huge
I'd be glad that you knew Johnny too (Johnny
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