Lyrics:
the glock and he stop it
Lock it, pop it, upping the glock and he stop it
Young nigga stay with some green I ain't playing with niggas this shit not
the boys in green
Ole ole and a chance to dream
We're heading to the euros, we're taking over France
We might get hammered but we're going to take the chance
as Johnny Williams kicked the ball
I'd be forever Green.
Now I see the scarves hang in the breeze
Exeter's goalie down on his knees
Here we all sing in
all black and white
Green screen behind us to paint the picture bright
I'm feeling the liquor, I need me a sprite
smoking the reefer, I'm seeing
pussy with my fathers features
Puff heavenly, see me at 6"1, weigh a buck 70
Catch me in spots y'all niggas never be
Packed in like Green Bay
replyin' rude
I'm ill, smooth as johnny gill
Gill, my my my, I pack steel
So back off softie, here's a ice cream cone
Put down the microphone
Thank you,
(drums)
Tom fowler (bass)
Ruth underwood (vibes, marimba, percussion)
Bloodshot rollin' red (harmonica)
Johnny "guitar" watson (vocals)
She lives in mojave
pussy with my fathers features
Puff heavenly, see me at 6"1, weigh a buck 70
Catch me in spots y'all niggas never be
Packed in like Green Bay
out, running out
Time is running out, running out
Johnny drives a Thunderbird, he's in a big rage
Always being criticized for being his age
In his
anyone can see my new celebrity is you
When Steve McQueen and bennie Green (34) and
Geoffrey Beane (35)
Tried handing Joey Bushkin (36) a laugh
Both
indeed, top speed,
Wanna see everybody turning green
Poppin' pills and eatin' shrooms
Give me molly and 'Bou Lou
J'ger Bombs and bong rips
Vicodins
hooptie, movin' dope through the pipeline
Pimp C, bitch, holla at your bitch, now your bitch on my team
Got her buyin' us sticky green, lace some with
And New York's a good time to let go
Johnny of Brooklyn, born and bred
To put ideas into my head
Can't remember what he said
But I know it wasn't true
me what you want; you can call Dr. green thumb
Put the blunt down if I'm wrong well homie then I'm stoned
That's what happens when you hit
like tickles like (the french)
Not Johnny but like a Bench I press on like glue
I stand like Lee while you stagger like Lee
Most likely I'll gagger
Napoleon murphy brock (vocals)
Bob harris (vocals)
Johnny "guitar" watson (vocals)
Ensemble: (displaying dummy #1)
Do you know what you are?
Thing-fish:
Okay, steppin' up to the stage we got a new comer
His name is Johnny Llama
Show him some love, show him some love
How you doin' everybody?
This
of bright green leather
Combs to buckle me hair
cnd a ring for every finger.
Some say he's black*
But I say he's bonnie
The fairest of them all
My handsome
hopping out the green Lambo, you know I'm feeling froggy
Couple perks of the relevance, some are menacing
In my thoughts, I'm just checking in, silence
fell out his wheelchair, nobody picked him up
Aquaman asked me if he needed a hand
Popeye was trying to smoke all of his green out a can
Swamp Thing
and all
Rock-a-bye, baby, your cradle is green
Father's a nobleman, mother's a queen
Sally's a lady, and wears a gold ring
Johnny's a drummer,
a angel
Get the drop and let off shots, he get shot he a angel
Get the drop and let off shots, he get shot from all angles
Do whatever for Johnny
I
those leather boots
That's why she only grooves on fruits
And Johnny's glum, he's got no one
He's no fun, no fun
Kenny's tough
He's had enough
Of watching
likes she likes me.
Go!
She was the dancin' queen,
Cutest thing I've ever seen.
But I'm not sure if it was meant to be,
'Cause she likes Johnny
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