Lyrics:
Johnny, go, go
Johnny B. Goode
His mother told him "someday you will be a man
And you will be the leader of a big old band
Many people coming from
big time (Uh oh uh uh oh)
Yea, I pay people to pay my bills
Shit, I be too busy working major deals
See, I'm a jack of hearts trade I got major
jar and be gay-oh
Son of a gun, we'll have big fun on the bayou.
Thibodeaux, Fontainbleau, the place is buzzin'
Kinfolk come to see Yvonne by
am the mac 'cause the dogg got it goin' on
Livin' for the stick and you'll be lit like a hick
Oh, let me chill, 'cause I got too much money to get
I
(out of this place)
I shall walk
Out on you
'Cause you go silly
If she's willing
Trying so hard to be like the big boys
So you take her
been kissed
Never been kissed by a lady called Amy
You're far out, you're fab and insane
A woman of the world, it's quite plain
My dad told me Amy's
Ding-dong, ding-dong
Hear a bell a-ringing
All the children singing
You'll be singing too
Ooh ooh, ooh ooh
Hear a whistle blowing
Soon we'll
thinking that I'm playing
If you think that I'm not saying some motherfucking true facts
I got top shelf weed, and I buy it by the big bags
And I fucking
jail tight enough to lock me
Ain't no man big enough to stop me
I'll be there if you ever want me by your side
There ain't no rope stout enough
Crash, burn, tell me why don't we learn
Trip, fall, hit another big wall
We just keep on goin'
Everybody wants to be loved
By somebody
People say, when I walk by
There he goes a lucky guy
He got a big long car, a lotta money too
But I don't wanna be with me
If you're not with me
ain't no jail tight enough to lock me
There ain't nobody big enough to stop me
I'll be there if you ever want me by your side
So love me if you ever
tough walk
Jivetalk
Double cross
Sneakin down the side street hidin from the sun
Makin them big plans
Big man
Be this man
Gonna make a million
Shh, shh
You ain't gon' do shit, you fuckin' tweaker
She tell me, "slow down," I'ma put it deeper
My joints be bumpin' through the fuckin' speakers
burn the ground
Let this old world roll around
I'll be happy to have your loving
I don't want to be like a big freight train
I just want to be your
goodness me, it's a great big world
[Chorus:]
And it's a cold, cold, cold and we'll soon be old
Alas and a lack, it's a great big world.
I learned
the pretty photograph?
Save her flowering and fair
The days to come, the days to share
A big smile for the camera
How did she know?
The moment could be
nigga need some tissue
He ain't sayin' none nomo, had to let them tweakers blitz you
Bitch, I let them tweakers blitz you, better hope them tweakers miss
above
And when I climbed down to be set free
She took me in again
There's a big
A big hard sun
Beaten on the big people
In the big hard world
When she
and die.
[Note: These are the official lyrics as required by the song writer and may not be exactly as recorded.]
as they sadly pass me by
I'm in perpetual motion
And the world below doesn't matter much to me
This time tomorrow, where will we be?
On a spaceship
By now you should know that i ain't no tweaker
If you black and you proud
Then say it outloud
Don't keep those feelings locked up inside
Just go
(ho ho ho) with a bunch of big snowballs
To heck with ole Santa Claus
This year I'll build a big fire by the fireplace
I'll be like a little pig I
I go everywhere by myself, so you might not notice the kid
Big hittah for the cartel
Big hittah for the cartel
Big hittah for the cartel
Big
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