Lyrics:
somethin', they want it the old way (yeah)
Comin' down the block, the windows is so hazy (yeah)
Never said, "I can't," my nigga, there's no way (no way)
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
guitar down the street look out now
Here I come
Play a lotta songs
Maybe some of that Johnny Cash
Hit the strings all loudest
When the Busses roll past
I
rubbing my back
He whispered to me "my old town road money running thin
I need a new hit by midnight I got approval from Em"
They dragged me into the studio
waiting in line they gotta have
Last night was the first night I got sleep
Tossing and turning for two or three weeks
My nightmares are triggered by
him his service stripes and he said,
"There's a little old lady and her car's broken down up near the Byantine Winery.
You gotta help her man.
Go
one of my poems which, oh, here
They come, garlanded with morning glory and wisteria
Blooms, trombones all the way down to the river
Thank you
ALL MAMA'S CHILDREN
WRITERS JOHNNY CASH, CARL PERKINS
There was an old woman that lived in a shoe
Had so many children, she didn't know what
flew like the down of a thistle
But I heard him exclaim, 'ere he drove out of sight,
"Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night!"
ICP and Esham wicked rappers delight 2015
Feinds of the wicked shit its time to get high
Bump your fuckin shit up for somthin wicked shit by
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle
But I heard him exclaim, as he drove out of sight
"Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night!"
'Twas
saw a girl he recognized
And at the after party they both locked eyes
As the night grows old
His hands are warm but his feet are getting cold
He takes
It's OK, they're clean
Well, I checked into my room and I turned down the A/C
And I turned on the SpectraVision
And I'm just about to eat that
Days of Thunder
Johnny Gwynn, 2020
Verse 1
I hear a storm rolling in
Like that old engine
yeah my Ford Mustang
When I was your man
Out on Vineyard
MOBSTER McSH
BY JcCK SOLLECITO
I was eating some braciole after some “business” last night
When my eyes beheld a freakin' unbelievable sight
Ya
up be , and Daddy Black on the 3-way
To find out where the haps at
They said at the old club where we used to play craps at
True, that's how the day
johnny rocket bands on my kids
Bitch I know I'm popping
Finna get a new load out on gold
Switching colors by the seasons
Yea I know that old niggas love
the blue line oh
He'd never let you down
You could tell by the look in his coal black eyes
That boy was glory bound
He could bring the home town to its
change
With a hand me down guitar
But when I'd play those strings I'd feel a fire
Way on down inside my heart
So I learned a few songs by the greatest
when
I put him to sleepnow dream Cass'
(DreamCast) i'm a crocodile
They say I'm the best as soon
As I jot it down
What sense do this make? How
You
partner and me
Ah they drove away laughing but the message was clear
We don't care about nothing but the money down here
I come home to Maria in
remember my rhymes and get the hell away
Just last week when I was walking down the street
I observed this lovely lady that I wanted to meet
I walked up
all his lights and they drove right by him, woo
Chapter two
Traphouse just got cable
Stuntin' on the neighbors
The cable man was the feds though
sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, 'ere he drove out of sight,
"Happy
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