Lyrics:
rollin' routine
It's a process, and yet it comes guaranteed, by me (by who?)
Motherfuckin' Johnny Richter
If you lay on the work then call me Johnny
the rip)
Drop top V, niggas sped off (off the rip)
Coke Boys get the bloody money, dirty cash
Live niggas who smoke weed, car seat stacks
You monkey walk,
of cash
Get a car with party inside
Driven by an i-Pad with a band playing live
Top floor and I put on my shades
While two young girls come by and they
Where they at?
If you want to go and take a ride with me
We 3-wheeling in the fo' with the gold D's
Oh why do I live this way? (Hey, must be
But all of this cash found
Got that private jet cus airplanes always wanna pat down my cash out
Live life getting them dubs with ease
Laugh how they tap
Where they at?
If you want to go and take a ride with me
We 3-wheeling in the fo' with the gold D's
Oh why do I live this way? (Hey, must be
Where they at?
If you want to go and take a ride with me
We 3-wheeling in the fo' with the gold D's
Oh why do I live this way? (Hey, must be
this
I gotta believe in somethin more than that
Like Johnny Cash I'm the man in black
[Chorus]
[DMC]
Yo yo, this one right here goes out to Jam Master
names like Johnny Cash
And Ernest Tubb and I bet you'll find that
We're gonna relax you
Sit back and listen to "North to Alaska"
And if you ever come in
Castro
Them Donny Brasco's get Johnny Doj around they last holes
Keepin' em half froze, put in shiny boxes rockin' they last clothes
The cash close inside
Wicked, wicked production you know how it go man
Y'all listen to music by Harry Fraud man
0'12 man. New 'tings
Bronson man
Big boss Bronson man
of broken rocks
Whether heard in herb spots, jukebox or malt shops
Uncut live, drop eighty-five, in one shot
Spotlight hits the metal mic, majority stare
of broken rocks
Whether heard in herb spots, jukebox or malt shops
Uncut live, drop eighty-five, in one shot
Spotlight hits the metal mic, majority stare
blowing her nose
The theme song will not be
Written by Jim Webb
Francis Scott Key, nor sung by Glen Campbell
Tom Jones, Johnny Cash, Englebert Humperdinck
Where they at?
If you want to go and take a ride with me
We 3-wheeling in the fo' with the gold D's
Oh why do I live this way? (Hey, must be
the new kid in the new school
I ain't too fond of the new school
I'm an old soul in a young man
Bump Johnny Cash when I cruise through
Two cokes still
the green, count the cash
I'm a star, Johnny Cash
I get so high, I'm on Venus
Lean like the statue of Pisa
Work of art, Mona Lisa
Yea my girl, she a diva
Never
lives spent chasing cat
Nevermind that shit, I be chasing cash
I know that they wanna see me fall
I been fucked up for so long that I don't feel it
here's to the nights, dancing with the band
Strangers into girlfriends from a one night stand
Brought a little liquor and turn up the Johnny Cash
You
girlfriends from a one night stand
Brought a little liquor and turn up the Johnny Cash
You could bring a receipt to Heaven but you cannot take it back
And this
shit
You can't sit with me and my friends bitch
You runnin' around on the microphones with
A fake ass Tennessee accent
I got more fans in your hometown
a Bonnie
This the wild crazy life of Groovy Giovanni
And my pockets looking overweight
Your pockets scrawny
Got some foreign diamonds harvested by TV Johnny
Where they at?
If you want to go and take a ride with me
We 3-wheeling in the fo' with the gold D's
Oh why do I live this way? (Hey, must be
Where they at?
If you want to go and take a ride with me
We 3-wheeling in the fo' with the gold D's
Oh why do I live this way? (Hey, must be
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