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man, Johnny Cash
Puff the reefer
Sometimes mix it with the hash
Hard to keep up, 100 yards dash
Beat your feet up
Jumpin Jack Flash on a muthafuckas ass

The sun goes down, another dreamless night
You're right by my side
You wake me up, you say it's time to ride
In the dead of night
Strange canyon

getting all this cash, by my self, ain't need no help
When they find you, say they want you dead, he missed at night his beam wasn't on

His beam wasn't on,

luh da hate dey on
This aint no pay back yuh
I want it straight cash yeah
See by thru dey face
I'm winnin the race
I do dis shit laid back yeah

way this story's made
Walk the line Johnny cash, beat your ass like Johnny Cage
Here to vent my day to day
You never run out of shit to say but me yes

done changed
Now im finna cash out on a range
I used to cry all of them tears but it’s Ok
Cause it don’t hurt no more
Tryna but my mom and dad a house

on the white walls, do a design in the droplets
Psycho what you might call, but my mind is spotless
Do you like Phil Collins, have you ever heard this album

down, down, down, down
Twice the pride, double the fall

How can a messenger of God
Become unflawed
Perfected by affiliation
Pride is nurtured under

Beautiful Day

Biz Markie

You Can't Stop the Bum Rush

1999

go by the name of LEN 

l e n 

and we gonna go a lil something like this 

check it out 

d rock 



i got mumbles on the beats and me and biz

find me down Edinburgh Drive
With a chick by my side and the pitts doing wheelies
 
Slide in I see a cutie with a pretty face 
You already know she's

bought
At the school shooter shop
All black expedition shake
When the bass drop
Don't you dare say my last name
Bitch I'm Johnny park
And no I'm not

Kończąc ten kawałek album zaczynam
Ruszyła szansy machina
Blant by się przydał
Normalnie nie czekam aż skończę nagrywać
W sumie nie ma znaczenia bo jestem

still trying to drop three albums by Labor Day, motherfucker

Saturday morning cartoons
Filling up a medical balloon with some hot sauce
Goddamn, I saw

Mesmerized by my fashion statement
I want heavy pockets Fuck you pay me
Fuck Up a bag I Fuck Up a bag
Splurging top dollas i needa Cash in
Diamonds on neck

the cash cow
Off the muscle with it
Ain't no hand outs
Stand up nigga never stand down
Bendin' corners on em might just crash out

Caillou the top

Days of Thunder
Johnny Gwynn, 2020

Verse 1
I hear a storm rolling in
Like that old engine
yeah my Ford Mustang
When I was your man
Out on Vineyard

been grown up
I got cash in the mansion filling up the whole tub
Been in situations when I felt like giving up
But I think 'bout my mom and little

decomposition of all competition
Unnatural abilities specters independent
Leave our poor boy tormented
But Johnny's got a problem like a punk rock album
A couple

problém tě netrefit, když si drzej - ty zmrde (666)
Pro mně neexistuje nic co by nešlo

Není problém spraviť beat
Není problém spraviť album
Není

still on papers
Made it out gon know my name
Polo out chain gang
Sack ran up now my chain swang
This shit from Sue fuck Johnny dang
119 shit raised me

to elevations
Gained 30 pounds, swim wear, don’t care
Bad hair, Old Joe money raining right here (“Fat Summer”)
Went from Johnny to the Evan, a 9 to a 7
But right

busy ( johnny djinn in the trap get busy)

These bitches they twerk for the Lizzie

I’m always surrounded by killys (pow)

I got lean with me

She sip

Vacant

Yeah, I'm feelin' imperial, I like the way that she feel me yo
I pour the milk in my cereal, I'm makin' a killin', it's serial
Johnny Blaze,

to Johnny, and got me a kit, love the way this bitch, hit now my ice in a freezy
Flew to Miami, but come from the trenches, they see the cash money, but bitch,