Lyrics:
I'm a young, 24 year old nigga
I come to take this game and bring it to me
We gon' be here
Ain't no fly by night nigga
We gon' be here two years,
S I T T E N T
When you see me in the club
I be on my zigg zagg
Swerving while i'm leaning
Wit a pocket full of cash
cye shorty say she leaving
and the cameras get to snapping
And they try to make you out as a lie
Symbolic because you were just trying to please them
by using logic and reason
It's a lose
Will you be my ride or die, ride or di
Swear you got me jogging like I'm running outta time
I'll go Johnny cash for you, yeah I'll walk the line
crickets sing
And if o'l Waylon was still here
He'd tell you Willie is the king
And Johnny Cash was a hero
The man in black sure could sing
dick
Too many niggas, not enough hoes
And some of you niggas, acting like hoes
Stay to myself like loners do
Get high by myself, I'm not in the mood
who you are, not who you want to be?
I walk the line like Johnny Cash
I made the bus in seconds flat
I called your line too many times
I'm not
Oh shit, caught that nigga alone
Ain't that a bitch
Hey, uh, this one here is, uh
For them niggas that be Johnny Dangerous
When they be fuckin'
[2Pac]
Oh shit, caught that nigga alone
Ain't that a bitch
Hey, uh, this one here is, uhh
For them niggaz that be Johnny Dangerous when they be
Gunny, Hey yo Jay wharrup fan, ya?
D block, hey you ready, if you ready go in or what?
Yeah, I clip up the nigger, Johnny,
Can I get any higher,
Ratin latent, and perpetratin
My album's love mics, tough like dirt bikes
You get frantic, New York City, run and panic
California, I switch
Yet within his group it's very couth at the least
Swell in tune with the movements of beasts
In the dark age he was unfazed by the new waves
Parody of Jackson by Johnny Cash (G. Rogers/E. Weeler), Bexhill Music Corp. (ASCAP)/Quarter Music Inc. (ASCAP)
New lyrics by Cledus T. judd and Chris
on the white walls, do a design in the droplets
Psycho what you might call, but my mind is spotless
Do you like Phil Collins, have you ever heard this album
trynna get by
Day to day struggling with shit so you get high
And staying drunk on the regular
Talking dope talk on your cellular
But in this game
my cats think you feel me at?
Alla why'all, and when we earn that
They finally let the dish and the pan
Then I start with some cash
Let me get
what's a fuckin' street hit
The shit's way off course
It's like me tellin' Johnny Cash how to sing about his horse
You go on tour, the white agency says
stayed on the raps 'til we made it on the map
By then, No I was my main guy
He and I was like Chi-town's Gang Starr
We had came far together, with a long
line
You're my Stairway to Heaven, you're Freddy Mercury
You've got a License to Ill, and girl it worked for me
You're Johnny Cash singing
wicked deams (deamons)
I keep my pistol by my bedside one in the chamber
Preoccupied with homocide my life's in danger
Rollin down the four-five beware
count cash for a livin` (beotch, BEOTCH!)
[Chorus]
Now, there was a cool little old fuck
Smoked a little broccelius then we stopped by the burrito
they know me so well
But I shows no love and be like: "Oh, well! " (well!)
When my album drops, sure as hell goin' sell (yup!)
Stack cash and laugh
Johnny
Rest in peace Johnny
We loved you like a brother
Here's the Tantalum King
Hey, thanks priest
Hey I loved
I loved Johnny like a brother cause he was
Hov
Started with a little rock, got me a little stove
Made a little money, bought me a little Rov'
Paid cash money like I was from Hollygrove
Sold ten
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