Lyrics:
(Hook)
Johnny why you gotta be so cold
Running down on me for some o's
another dead black man in the road
bullet holes
Johnny why gotta be so cold
Bury me under Johnny's Tree
Watch the world cave in
As it grows from me
Light the way like a million stars
That we could see someday
If we could
It's a fine day people open windows
They leave the houses just for a short while
It's going to be a fine night tonight
It's going to be a fine day
the clinica metadona
Petee used to get crunky on his track
Now he's trying to get the monkey of his back
Johnny's problem wasn't that he was a cheater,
Johnny's
Shelly doesn't dance here anymore
Since Johnny walked out the door
They used to tear down the house
When the lights came shining down
Now the crowd
Your old Fender Twin from Johnny's Music downtown
Still set on ten to burn this house down
Count the band in, then kick into overdrive
By the end
the man
Show you how to be the man, how to be the boss
How to buy the car, how to buy the house
Show you how to be the man, show you how to be the man
Show
these fuck niggas upset
I went and sent Johnny, said, "Buss that"
Before I leave the house I tuck that
He get wet, we give him a blood bath (bitch)
is the last gig for Johnny B. Goode
And now the pressure's really on
Black limousines close in
His hotel suite is really neat
But the flight nearly
diamonds there
On monkeys
Haha
Well what you talkin' 'bout
You know I come from Johnny
On Facetime with Sky
The other line
I got Mezzani
Oooh
I'm
When I first came to town people
I was walkin' down Pennsylvania Avenue.
I heard a lot people talking 'bout the White House.
I decided I'd drop
Fett, can you dig it? (yeah)
You was watching Run's House, Diggy (open up that fuckin' moshpit)
I was runnin' in your house, huh, can you dig it?
Our houses are protected by the good Lord and a gun
And you might meet 'em both if you show up here not welcome, son
Our necks are burnt, the roads
Ay caffeine
Pumping in my veins
I've been in the basement
Cleaning all day
Hey what did Johnny say
Bring the 64 park inside the driveway
Tell your
doutor e me chama de HOUSE
tenho mais grana que o Mickey Mouse
esfera de ouro, tipo Dragon Ball Z
""The choppa put fire in the house""
Me sinto o 2pac,
greed is no sin
Schools are all open but Johnny can't read
With hands tied behind them
The teachers just plead
Johnny needs parents who honestly care
But
yelling, telling and singing
I'ma call the whole squad and some heads gone be ringing
I'm Dope House stout, fuck a set up and no hear though
It's real
House on the hill
(House on the hill),
Countin' up my scrill, bitch, I'm workin' wood wheel
Nigga, how you feel?
(Nigga, how you feel?)
I feel so trill
Hey uh I like that beat that MC Lyte got
Johnny J flip that shit
Let's do that shit over
Let's do that shit like you
Know Death Row style, you feel
been proved
In the house a resignation
Guilty faces, every one
Christine's fallen out with lucky
Johnny's got a gun
"Please Please Me"'s number
Used to couldn't take that shit, but I'm taking that shit cause I'm gettin' to the bank
Ridin' round dreamin' bout Johnny Dang, I was blowing a lil
niggas handouts on a day to day
Call my day ones, make a play
I'm feelin' like I'm Johnny Dang
Okay, life's great, everything gorgeous
House in the hills
When that shit get ugly, bring the sticks out
I am not that nigga to be dissed
Catch a body, duck off at my bitch house
But I promise I don't tell her
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
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