Lyrics:
I'm gon' feature Em and get rich
And let Dre mix the shit
And drive off in the
Range Ro' 'Cause everywhere
I go they love the "bling-bling" flow!
Bang
let the thing go bust it
Put a whole clip through your Kangol cousin
Now your homie don't like it but he can't do nothing
Came through busting, I
And did I tell you John Holmes was white?
Uh oh, we can't let the urban legends die
'Cause I be Mandingo and he be the gringo
It ain't supposed to go
Em and get rich
And let Dre mix the shit and drive off in the Range Rove
'Cause everywhere I go they love the bling bling flow
Bang bang look
of money.
Like I say ol' Jack Johnson he was a pugilist,
He was a pugilist by preference and by profession
And one day ol' Jack came walkin' on down by
PHYSICAL. Now, lemme tell ya, ETHELL said, now ETHELL, ETHELL said she wasn't gonna let him go!
"I'm not gonna let you go, BILLY!"
"THAT'S RIGHT! We now
of columbus, ohio that billy got his notice to report for his induction physical.
Now, believe me, ethell said she wasn't gonna let him go!
"I'm not gonna
Alright class lets get this started
Where's my ruler
You can use my ruler Mrs Johnson
Aw sit down you!
OK Roll call! We got Kyle, Cameron, Hunter,
Let me tell y'all now, I want Nicki
Lift her up high up like helicopter far away from her fellow
Let her play problem
While problem tongue play with
a worthy pool
Of peers to be competed with
I see my shit with Son House and Syl Johnson
And always loose, I done lost face too
But I'm sporting their
flowing guess I'm in the deep end
Nutt In her ass got her leakin out semen
She kicked out by Sunday this hoe juh for weekends LETS GO
was mine
Just with some different bitches
A little hitch won't stop me from feeling this paparazzi
Now look at me go momma, I'm on T.V and no one can
Yeah, say, listen ... [spoken words – Lonnie Johnson]
Yeah … [spoken words – Elmer Snowden]
Come on, let's you and I go way down in the alley …
was when we were
Mm, yes, I do
Friends say, "Oh well, let that ship sail
You gotta let go of her"
Just wasn't meant to be
But somewhere down deep
Let's dance! Uh
(Yes ma'am
Is Charlotte Johnson at home by chance?
Uh yea ma'am we're supposed to have a date tonight.
Where we going?
I'll
in the gutter and walk on by
Wake up, little Suzie, let's go for a drive
Cross the Trinity River, let's keep hope alive
Turn the radio on, don't
sniffs, he don't listen
Get me drunk, let me go and get me high tonight
Jimmy, no, Jimmy don't let me die tonight
Get me home, Jimmy, don't let me
was only right I showed her my bench
Let my mans hit, when the fan hit
We spendin' all these bills on liquor
Figured Jersey love his teams
But still
the fuck am I gon' think?
When I'm in a funky sweatsuit and Syl bitchin to me
Her ass is took and I'm booked non-stop
Make the swap and go shop
I said
Stack of bills on her kitchen table
Out go the lights and off goes the cable
If she don't pay 'em by the 15th
And it don't look like she's gonna
Sittin' in my F-350
I know where to park, way out in the dark
Where the stars shine down so pretty
Got the keys to the gate to the Johnson's Lake
truck (Beep, beep)
Say he want smoke, bitch, then it's goin' up (Let's go)
Gold around me like I'm King Tut (Tut)
Smalls shoot like Joe Johnson, coming in
light
So why the fuck you don't
Think they won't go?
Hold up, your chick traded post game
And no shame she felt your man
She probably on Joe Johnson
Cause
the doctor told her sister of the two options she had to survive; she had to let the child die for her to live or let the child live for her to die. It was
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