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a country boy named Johnny B. Goode
Who never ever learned to read or write so well
But he could play a guitar just like a-ringin' a bell

Go go
Go Johnny go

Yeah, it's a real sad story
Show you just how unjust this world is
Let me tell ya bout a guy named Jack
Jack B. Nimble, Jack be quick
There's

a country boy named Johnny B. Goode
Who never ever learned to read or write so well
But he could play a guitar just like a-ringin' a bell

Go go
Go Johnny go

inside the club
Do you really wanna thug or do ya want love?
She gets the paper when it's time to get it on
She keeps these clowns thinking like Jack B.

[Chorus]
Mo B. Dick

We Gangstafied (Yes you know, yes you know ,yes you know)
We Gangstafied (This is for the real tru Gangstas)
We Gangstafied

lived a country boy named Johnny B. Goode 
 Who never ever learned to read or write so well 
 But he could play the guitar just like a ringing a bell

skin
And I got a heck of a cold!)

(B. O. - Rinso-White
B. O. - Rinso-White)

(Pease porridge hot, pease porridge cold
Pease porridge in the pot nine

[Chorus]
Mo B. Dick

We Gangstafied (Yes you know, yes you know ,yes you know)
We Gangstafied (This is for the real tru Gangstas)
We Gangstafied

a country boy named Johnny B. Goode
Who never ever learned to read or write so well
But he could play a guitar just like a-ringin' a bell
Go, go
Go Johnny,

before me
J. I cried - and to this day it haunts me
Boy it haunts me

V2
B.
Girl I tried to tell you the truth
I gave up, no point, there's no use
I told

She is laying down
On her little tomb
Please come and pray for me
I'm Dorothea B.

Waiting for a poetry

Dorothea B
Dorothea B

Did you forget me?

I

lived a country boy named Johnny B. Goode
Who never ever learned to read or write so well
But he could play a guitar just like a-ringin' a bell

Go go
Go

a mess
Better give my girl my best, put my B.S under arrest
'Cause I love my lady
Fellas if ya love your girl, fight that appetite for the ladies,

Well! The rock-a-beatin' boogie, b. o. o. g. i. e.!

Well !, rockin' to the rhythm of the rock-a-beatin' boogie
Dancin' to the rhythm

Trouble

Ginuwine

100 x 100 Black, Vol. 12

2011

wanna get it 
You better watch it girl cause its gon be trouble 

[Chorus]

T. R. O. U. B. L. E. spells 
Trouble, trouble, trouble 
T. R. O. U. B.

a country boy named Johnny B. Goode
Who never ever learned to read or write so well
But he could play a guitar just like a-ringin' a bell

Go, go
Go Johnny,

a country boy named Johnny B. Goode
Who never ever learned to read or write so well
But he could play a guitar just like a-ringin' a bell

Go go
Go Johnny go

lived a country boy named Johnny B. Goode 
 Who never ever learned to read or write so well 
 But he could play the guitar just like a ringing a bell

B. Goode
El nunca aprendió a leer o a  escribir bien
pero tocando la guitarra como todo un rey

Go go
Go Johnny go
Go Johnny go, go
Go Johnny go, go

Peter Piper

Run-D.M.C.

The Mix Tape, Vol. 1: 60 Minutes of Funk

1995

Now Peter Piper picked peppers, but Run rapped rhymes
Humpty Dumpty fell down, that's his hard time
Jack B. Nimble, what, nimble, and he was quick

A distant friend of Johnny B. Goode 

Jason B. Sad was a lonely lad 
His head was a bed for everyone 
His clothes was his life 
but his heart was

Ghost rider gibi DOGU B. alev içinde
No pilot uçuyoruz hepimiz yok hedef
Oh my god dedi bunu duyunca bebek
So whats up? hepsi yolunda bu gece de

i carry are so heavy, you see
It seems like it ain't nobody in this great big world
That would wanna help old b.
But i will be all right, people
Just

Hangin' with my sweet amour
She came out with a lion's roar
Yellin' "I'm goin' to the corner store,"
Be back at quarter to four
"Don't slam you