Lyrics:
it
Bitch from the islands
And she just be vibin
She don't be whining
She just be wining
All on my johnson
She be rewinded
Throwing it back
That
the Johnson Rag
Hoy Hoy there goes the latest shag
Ho Ho it really isn't a gag
Hep Hep there goes the Johnson Rag
Jump Jump don't let your left foot drag
on your dick this morning
It dried up
It done dried away
You need to spit again
Do you need more Mr Johnson
You get on your knees
And you spit the fuck
[Erick Sermon]
EPMD
Def Jam
Blazing
Check it, uh-huh, YO
It's E-Dub on the microphone
My style be Elektra, I'm the male Syl Rhome
Homes,
to God I don't let the anger build
Why you gotta hit me with the change up? (Why?)
Talking Randy Johnson with change up
Talking Nolan Ryan with the change
20 plus years of selling Johnson & Johnson
I started out as a baby face monster
No wonder there's diaper rash on my conscience
My teething ring
glock sick it's Magic Johnson
You don't get no pussy you jus whip out the Johnson Johnson
Pimpin lil baby she don't got it I'm not responding
Spot em said
gotta move
Now it's on to Texas and to (Georgia)
They tell you what they want, show you what they want you to see
But they don't let you know what's
the blue
She say she don't bleed but her period do?
I told that bitch imma beat it Sike nawl
Tossed from the left now the right wall
Don't want the pussy
"Better to have money and not to need it
Than to need it and not to have it!"
Money, more money (I ain't with being broke!)
I've got to get my
chopper
Money don’t come slow bitch I’m popping
Pass me the rock lil bitch Dwayne Johnson
I got all that shit you wanted
Get to the top you know I want it
gets up into em
Time to give it all do it new like that
Didn't think I would bring a groove like that
Don't bust ya ass doing moves like that
End up
or (either one)
Marcus paint, inhale, faint
Yeah, heh-heh, heh-heh, smells great, heh-heh (whoa)
Acid, you don't got that? Just melt plastic
That's it, now
all the sickness and the horror that is dwelling inside of me!
It hides a demon from within so don't you try to test your luck
Or face the fucking
Cancer Season finna run up
In your house, angel number
Shake n Bakin, Ricky Bobby
OG Bobby Johnson hobby
Breathe into it, kamikaze
Bomb the industry, watch
the Johnson Rag
Hoy Hoy there goes the latest shag
Ho Ho it really isn't a gag
Hep Hep there goes the Johnson Rag
Jump Jump don't let your left foot drag
the Johnson Rag
Hoy Hoy there goes the latest shag
Ho Ho it really isn't a gag
Hep Hep there goes the Johnson Rag
Jump Jump don't let your left foot drag
the Johnson Rag
Hoy Hoy there goes the latest shag
Ho Ho it really isn't a gag
Hep Hep there goes the Johnson Rag
Jump Jump don't let your left foot drag
the Johnson Rag
Hoy Hoy there goes the latest shag
Ho Ho it really isn't a gag
Hep Hep there goes the Johnson Rag
Jump Jump don't let your left foot drag
the Johnson Rag
Hoy Hoy there goes the latest shag
Ho Ho it really isn't a gag
Hep Hep there goes the Johnson Rag
Jump Jump don't let your left foot drag
the Johnson Rag
Hoy Hoy there goes the latest shag
Ho Ho it really isn't a gag
Hep Hep there goes the Johnson Rag
Jump Jump don't let your left foot drag
the Johnson Rag
Hoy Hoy there goes the latest shag
Ho Ho it really isn't a gag
Hep Hep there goes the Johnson Rag
Jump Jump don't let your left foot drag
the Johnson Rag
Hoy Hoy there goes the latest shag
Ho Ho it really isn't a gag
Hep Hep there goes the Johnson Rag
Jump Jump don't let your left foot drag
to make shit worth it
Yea, bag it. Why the fuck do you have it?
Why the fuck don’t I got it and
Is any way I could stop it?
It’s perfect, fuck your
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