Lyrics:
If that ain't country it'll hair lip the pope
If that ain't country it's a damn good joke
I've been on the Grand Ol Opry and I know Johnny Cash
And if
'cause I know my worth (yeah), ayy
We off a lil' Reposado (Reposado)
She slurpin' me like Maggiano's
Black shades, Johnny Bravo (Johnny Bravo)
Chasin'
them all
For my handsome, winsome Johnny
Some say he's bad,
But I say he's bonny
Finest of them all
Is my handsome, winsome Johnny
Well, I know
Blacked out, like it was in 1968
Like Johnny Cash any given day
Like a Mach 1 Fastback Mustang
Blacked out, like the clouds hanging over this heart
always leave on
A weekend on the rocks
And an old school jukebox
With a little Johnny Lee on
The buzz I love to be on
You put a double on your
been proved
In the House a resignation, guilty faces everyone
Christine's fallen out with Lucky, Johnny's got a gun
"Please, please me"'s number one
know, and still love it
Shady flow, Johnny Cage, chain flow, Johnny Dang
Been balling, six bottles, talk with such expensive slang
I got geechi on 'em,
sea-weed
Criminals be up to no good
So I tuck a heater
Bulletproof suit still in the fuckin cleaners, but anyways
I bumped into my neighbor Johnny Blaze
Told
Smell like fish
Mr. Big Mouth, the gat be trout
You need to douche out your style no doubt
Johnny struck through the Shaolin slum
Prum prum prum on my
like fish
Mr. Big Mouth, the gat be trout
You need to douche out your style no doubt
Johnny struck through the Shaolin slum
Prum-prum-prum on my
a way to carry on?
Second guess
Did I do my best
There was a friend I had
[Chorus]
Johnny was a weirdo
So what did you expect?
I ain't no fucking
on the draw
Another youth get murder a victim of the law
Johnny was wicked ragamuffin and raw
Pull off a robbery but the cops he never saw
He got
Parker Lewis
Set in my ways
Got you corny niggaz askin' who is Johnny Blaze
Get a late pass stinkin' ass sucker ass
Now you sufferin' like succotash
Hank Jr. - Family Tradition; Willie Nelson - Angel Flyin' Too Close To The Ground; Ray Price - Crazy Arms; Johnny Cash - Sunday Morning Coming Down. Now
Christmas toys all over the place
Little Johnny wears a funny smile up on his face
Johnny has a secret and the secret he must share
He wants
[P. Diddy]
Ladies and Gentlemen it's about that time
The newest addition to the Bad Boy Family
Ralph, Ronnie, Ricky, Mike, Johnny
New Edition
[Johnny Blaze]
So what we smoke cancer sticks and weed and all that good shit
Fuck the world, word up
Sunz of Man, Method Man, True Mast',
yoo bo!
Eno be your matter
Everything you go say! joe darki
Abaa yoo bo!
Ma wɛni ka w'amina mu johnny
Abaa yoo bo!
Kwɛ Abaa yoo bo!
Mini sane nɛ my badi
back to the room
She off Molly but she looking for the shrooms
While we fucking she be grabbing on chains
Feel like Johnny dang, yeah that chain gang
The cruel war is raging and Johnny has to fight
I want to be with him from morning til night
I want to be with him, it grieves my heart so
Won't you
Johnny, get your gun, get your gun, get your gun.
Take it on the run, on the run, on the run.
Hear them calling you and me,
Every son of liberty.
Johnny come lately
All to the county
They come from the city
Out here to Green Hill
Drivin' like bastards
Stompin' the throttle
The buzzards
Like Johnny Cash, but he's got the things I don't got
Something about you write a song, that gets them all hopping and rolling along
Got to find the key
Niggas hate I’m on my Pac shit I ain’t mad at ya
I put work in caskets I feel like Johnny Tapia
Sold out dates no gunna these packs won’t sell they
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