Lyrics:
I'm gon' feature Em and get rich
And let Dre mix the shit
And drive off in the
Range Ro' 'Cause everywhere
I go they love the "bling-bling" flow!
Bang
Em and get rich
And let Dre mix the shit and drive off in the Range Rove
'Cause everywhere I go they love the bling bling flow
Bang bang look
Johnson's!
Howard Johnson's! Howard Johnson's!)
"Ahhh! there's a HOWARD JOHNSONS! Wanna eat some CLAMS?"
The first noteworthy piece of real estate they
johnson's!)
"there's a howard johnsons! want to eat some clams?"
The first note worhty piece of real estate they destroyed was edwards air force base
gets stronger
As they say in the great big state of Texas
An armadillo millimeter longer
Funk gets stronger (x2)
Funkadelic say:
Funk gets stronger
But around here Mr. Johnson's love lives on
He seemed far away and distant
With that cold and silent stare
Never moving, never speaking
And just
hurt if you come from out of town
But down by lord that's word
Fantastic
Show stoppin emcees
Yeah here streets is move by glocks in whos pocket
But
of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't
of money.
Like I say ol' Jack Johnson he was a pugilist,
He was a pugilist by preference and by profession
And one day ol' Jack came walkin' on down by
Tricked, With, Disservice, Tragic, Constant
Amaze odds like, Earvin, 'Magic', Johnson
Seems we, Stumble
Trying to be, Humble
To oppressors, Who ain't,
a worthy pool
Of peers to be competed with
I see my shit with Son House and Syl Johnson
And always loose, I done lost face too
But I'm sporting their
They call me Dwayne Johnson
'cause I'm harder than a rock
When I see a cock
I love white people, I suck them off
They call me Dwayne Johnson
'cause I'm
Johnson already taught us this. Ain't he ever coming back?"
"Uh, uh, he's, uh, very ill right now."
[Violent J]
No, they can sit and front about it all
chronic
Ly, that means I love you
Still up on the presumption I woulda fucked you
But now, you so far away
A rainbow road can't even determine the way
Okay,
away.
Man, that was a killer, well … [spoken words – Elmer Snowden]
You like that? [spoken words – Lonnie Johnson]
Who showed that to you? [spoken words
Doing things by the dozen
Always up am coming
And that is what your girl love
I ain't into cuffin naw
Ain't no Jon gotti but my Johnson is dapper
In
You a star, be who you are
I see you Lover boy
You write a poem you heard they love it
You show 'em hell like you Robbie Johnson
She say you cute
when it comes
Play, "Love Me Or Leave Me" by the great Bud Powell
Play, "The Blood-stained Banner" play, "Murder Most Foul"
on the back of my bike
And-a we went riding
Down by old man Johnson's farm
I said now, overcast days never turned me on
But something about the clouds and her
to linoleum
Swipe those
Place 'em on display at the Smithsonian
Next to only gems
That were left behind
By holy men
Infectious
Charisma of those who gave
planned to do her any harm
So, look here
I put her on the back of my bike
And-a we went riding
Down by old man Johnson's farm
I said now, overcast
planned to do her any harm
So, look here
I put her on the back of my bike
And-a we went riding
Down by old man Johnson's farm
I said now, overcast
West coast bad boys
Pop lockin in my rolls royce, cadillac, lincoln and mercedes benz
Pop lockin at the howard johnson, sheraton pop lockin
a friend who can be manipulated
I love it when you keep the same energy
Not when ya friends turn enemies
Would never throw dirt on ya name for real
Pray
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