Lyrics:
- Words and Music by Lee Pockriss and Lyn Duddy
(Johnny Angel, Johnny Angel, Johnny Angel, Johnny Angel)
You're an angel to me
Johnny Angel,
your four points O's
And Benz five hundreds it all points to oh
Now you niggas 'memba me
Tell me how could you forget, back to johnny's album cover
lane, ah, for real
(How you want it?) How do you want it?
How do you feel?
Comin' up as a nigga in the cash game (yeah, my nigga, Johnny J)
Livin' in
ripened and rottened in our puberty
Two kindred spirits bound by destiny
Well now I was smart but I lacked ambition
Johnny was wild with no inhibition
a yes, they gonna yell, and scream and shout
Gotta dress like an icon
Style like nicki minaj
Wear black like johnny cash, son
Have em stacked like
lane, ah, for real
(How you want it?) How do you want it?
How do you feel?
Comin' up as a nigga in the cash game (yeah, my nigga, Johnny J)
Livin' in
out Johnny Cash
And the band starts to play
A ring of fire as he walks up
And stands there by the stage
And he say
Hell yeah, turn it up, right
out Johnny Cash
And the band starts to play
A ring of fire as he walks up
And stands there by the stage
And he say
Hell yeah, turn it up, right
stamped on my jeans with all my profit in my pocket
Too much money for a wallet and I ain't made it to college
But still can hit up Johnny, smack
award me with hoes
Put em on a track like vocals
Leave em for a day and they want their
Master back like the first album by Jay
I dash with the dividends
or a Johnny Cash
Somebody chewing baccer and whipping ass
I need a preacher, I need a savior, how about y'all?
Can I get an outlaw?
Let me get a outlaw
One time
Huhh, all up in ya like a bone when I
Johnny Blaze, the Iron Lung
Foxy Brown, the ill na na (yeah, see'mon, yeah, see'mon)
Destination
and shout
Gotta Dress like an Icon
Style like Nicki Minaj
Wear black like Johnny Cash, son
Have em stacked like Dolly Parton
Yeah, we got it going on
Know
two bad apples
On our family tree
Kind of ripened and rotted
In our puberty
Two kindred spirits bound by destiny
Well now I was smart
But I lacked
Johnny
Johnny is a tranny
He lives out on the South side
The south side of town
Everything he does is epic
He'll make a movie about this one day
alone
'Cause we're about John Wayne, Johnny Cash and John Deere
Way out here
We've got a fighting side a mile wide but we pray for peace
'Cause it's
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
chart-baiting piece of crap, packet of gore
And I know little Johnny’ salary is high as hell (At least a million)
But I can rip-off Hendrix’ licks just as well
I
ass
Johnny Cash, afro havin'
Jack of Spades, boots havin'
Tony Danza, shoes wearin' ass!
B-b-b-black by popular demand, I expand
My hand
You already know, yeah me and YoungJohnny yeah, we gonna grow
The rooms getting cold because we ain't in there and making it scold
The cadence
of the slums
With a shot that go, for twisted metal for cash flow
React slow nigga and get, P.L.O
By the lone gunner, who took revenge for his brother
Who got
Ya'll better make some room
Johnny's made his way into town
If you got some cash, unlock it
Take it out your pocket
It's going to a greater cause,
and rottened in our puberty
Two kindred spirits bound by destiny
Well now I was smart but I lacked ambition
Johnny was wild with no inhibition
Was about like
Give me the cue
Skip the introduction
Proceed the lip function
The junction get rushed by some grimy people busting weed
Splatter your melons like
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