Lyrics:
of the fair
To turn her into a tattoo
That will whisper
Into the back of Johnny's black hair
And now Johnny the King walks these streets without her in
test me like I'm Johnny
All my songs bravo like Johnny
I make hits like Rocky
All em days was depressed and bored
Go hard with my music
Be praying for
down the middle
Missed a truck with a heavy load
Missed by three others
Ran passed an open all night bar
Desperate to end his life
Jumped out in front
or Die see'mon
A-Rock, uhh.. Back-Pack, Jack-of-Love
Uhh uhh, Johnny P
Uh.. down - like - that - what?
Keep it real baby, 2000, millennium, we gone
Back when I was nothin'
You made a brother feel like he was somethin' (by)
That's why I'm with you to this day, boo, no frontin'
Even when the skies
Tulane and Johnny opened a novelty shop
Back under the counter, was the cream of the crop
Everything was clickin' and the business was good
'Til one
Oh they think I'm nice
Better think twice
Might call Johnny dang
I need big ice
Make dat boy stretch out like it's gym time
She gon get right when Im
the thug in me (Thug passion)
I'm out this bitch (I like it)
Hey Johnny J on the strength
For real on my momma
I think we rocked this one
Harder than MC Lyte
(eh-eh)
"What's up, Johnny
What you been up to"
The usual shit
Concerts and film flicks
Some radio shows
Videos on Logo
Then throwin' em back
At Cocktails
fucking head)
And as I count the ways that I've
Said "fuck you" to the man
I don't care who thinks that
I've sold out or not (I don't care)
Since going
I'm alive and I'm out here on my own
I'm alive and I'm comin' home
Old buckskin jacket you always wore
Hangs on the back of my bedroom door
Boots
People told me slow my role I'm screaming out fuck that
I'm going do just what I want and it ain't no turning back
People told me slow my role I'm
know my name, they always give me respect
Run off with the bag, by morning I'll be right back
Run off with the bag, by morning I'll be right back
on yeah
Out in that bog
Hey ah ooo!
Now Johnny he's got his axe
Been twenty years waitin' for the cypress out back but..
We ain't goin nowhere anytime soon
fair
(Oh yeah, oh yeah)
Don't get discouraged by the finer things
(Ooh, don't get discouraged)
Just manifest it, you can live out your dream
(Ooh, yeah)
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
press and you know I never stress
With Loki DMS, J-Johnny to my left
Got Phantom and the rest who are down to rep the West
I grew up on drive-bys
press and you know I never stress
With Loki DMS, J-Johnny to my left
Got Phantom and the rest who are down to rep the West
I grew up on drive-bys
supplying gas I'm by the oven in the kitchen
And they gon keep on buyin bags don't need no government assistance
Live illegal Johnny's mad I really ducked
me to my hanging ground, Lord, Lord
Take me to my hanging ground
And John Hardy walked out on the sky full high
Pretty little wife by his side
just the clothes and fur on their backs
Down the highway they flew
Stopped at a convenience store
Grabbed some dog food for two
Oh... Johnny and Rex
Johnny was a girl, everybody knew,
Didn't give a damn just passing trough
Had a kind of dream back when she was 12
Knew that she belong to somewhere
a petite little body
Little titties no ass
But that shit ain't a factor
Johnny v bout that cash
Hold that
Ass open let me hit from the back
She got them pink
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