Lyrics:
face, with diamonds in my mouth
And I'm well acquainted with Johnny, bitch I'm shining in the South
No need to watch out for jackers, say homie I'm
Ex-erotomane
Ex-inventor, ex-liar, ex-Johnny pants-on-fire
Extoller of the vices, controller of the prices
Ex-wanker, ex-drinker, ex-penetrating thinker
you? When she need you the most
I think friends like you got to remains close,
I think she called you at eleven thirty,the night Johnny be, ya hands
about the islands now,
What happened to the Tennessean
Aw if he's country ill kiss your ass
Throw all my Johnny Cash records in the trash
He's
forget
You are the Diggers of the Anzac
Slap bang in the middle of an ambush
The johnny turk was all around
Sitting ducks fled like nine-pins
But
that sound shake it around your mind , mind , mind
Johnny and Eddie and me and Jimmy and Jack
Are gonna do a little number on the teacher when she
made the mistake, now it's up to fate, and the fear was setting in
Feeling the strain, he then changed his name with a hand from Johnny Law
They moved
Johnny drummerboy is calling
In juli, an early morning
When his marching beat climbs
Up the hills onto the battlefield
He's leading my comrades
out in the neighborhood
It's all good we're just doin' our thing
Kickin' back with Johnny Richter and the Kottonmouth Kings
Now there's a new face
seallin it
After this,niggas gon be stealin it
This is hip hop wit no johnny gil in it
No new edition or prince when I'm spillin it
I'm 12 years strong
mind
And so they say that?.Frankie and Johnny were lovers
Just like Romeo and Juliet
Time never listens to fairy tales
And so love had met the bitter
To witness the krowning of sir D-Loc...
And sir Johnny Richter...
Will now join the ranks of hip hop royalty
It is my privilege
It is my honor
To present
ready for the knockdown
Kingspade clique
You know D-Loc and Johnny Rich
Passin' blunts back and forth drinkin' bud lights and shit
You bout to flip
"Good evening sports fans and welcome to what should
Prove to be the best game of the year.
Hello everyone, I'm johnny bigmouth, welcoming you
And in November we be harvesting trees
That's why So Cal life be the life for me
Yeh Johnny Richter I feel what ya sayin
Growin up in California a young
fuck I'll go put on a johnny!
Open the pack then its back flopping before me.
Mind starts to hurt, you scream,
And talk to me like dirt I wish I could
between the sheets I'm a freak and a cold piece of work
My puddy over her body like Johnny, Keith and Levert
(Rapper gone bad)
(Ra-ra-ra-ra-rap)
(Baaad)
what's wrong with the kids today
Tell you right now they've got nothing to lose
They're building empire!
Johnny used to work after school
At the cinema
musique de fond
Il nous a mis johnny
Pendant qu'mon idole chantait
Les portes du pénis entier
Les petites autos tournaient, et tournaient et tournaient,
tonnes de frites
On fait danser le twist et le rock au copain
En jouant des vieux tubes de Johnny et d'Elvis
On a des blousons de cuir et des vieux
Probably maybe.
I'll tell the judge the jury that you've not been the same
Since Johnny left you he must be fucking insane.
Oh Winona give me some
The cockblocker blues
Did I piss you off, did I do the johnny?
Did I make you dark blue?
Did you pee your pants when I playboyed your bunny?
Damn, no I don't
what's really goin' down up on
The northside of town Of course I bought a quarter pound
Of bomb hemp feelin' a-ight like Johnny Kemp on a Friday
Night
'em in the middle
Put a home grown tomato on a hotcake griddle
If I's to change this life that I lead
I'd be Johnny tomato seed
Cause I know what
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