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wasn't too much later they came out with Johnson's wax
I remember the book depository where they crowned the king of Cuba
Now that's all I can think of,
There´s an oil well down on Johnson´s road
Where we´d go to be alone
I never thought i´d go there by myself
I stood there calling out your name
Is Johnson's Cadillac
Is Stalin's Cadillac
Is Somoza's Cadillac
Is General Pinochet's Cadillac and be referred to Reagan's Cadillac
Gonna drive
I'm strange
and that's why they say I'm funky
Little Richard, Wild Lou, sunshine you sure can sing
Robert Johnson, Robert Johnson, Robert Johnson!
You
My name is Bumpy Johnson
Bumpy? Momma named you Bumpy?
Bumpy Johnson!
Bumpy Johnson! Oh boy you're a
Sight to sore eyes
Uh huh, eyo, yo, yo, yo,
underwear
For all the girls I might take home
I got the Johnson's baby powder and the Polo cologne
Fresh dressed like a million bucks, threw on the Bally
Johnson
You're wearing your dresses way too high
And it's reported you've been drinkin'
And a runnin' 'round with men and goin' wild"
"And we don't
Johnson
You're wearing your dresses way too high
And it's reported you've been drinkin'
And a runnin' 'round with men and goin' wild"
"And we don't
daughter came home one afternoon and didn't even stop to play
She said Mom I got a note here from the Harper Valley P.T.A.
The note said Misses Johnson
LORD KNOWS I'M DRINKING
(Bill Anderson)
« © '72 Stallion Music »
Hello Mrs Johnson you self righteous woman
Sunday School teacher what brings you
a better life
Than what she's got
And that's what keeps her getting by
Friday noon, parent teacher day
It's Johnson elementary or half a shift's pay
rarely bring 'em out
He never did it like this, I took a different route
I paint a picture like Martin Johnson (Martin Johnson)
Towels by my sink
or maybe jack and sprite
A case of Coors light and its on tonight
We talking about a party down on Johnson's farm
Late night country trouble we don't mean
Jackson
Nancy Wilson, Magic Johnson
Mahalia Jackson, Smokey Robinson
Sugar Ray Robinson, Nikki Giovanni
Adam Clayton Powell, Afeni Shakur
The Funk
Hey there ladies, Johnson's free
Who got the law, who got the love to keep a man like me?
[Chorus]
I said, oh na'n'na na
When I die, don't you
There's a little girl in our neighborhood
Her name is Charlotte Johnson and she's really lookin' good
I had to go and see her, so I called her
thank Mark Mandoo
And the One Live Crew and all the Lakewood posse
Mr. Capoo, and the Antioch posse
Especially the Johnson family, what's up Miss. J?
thank Mark Mandoo
And the One Live Crew and all the Lakewood posse
Mr. Capoo, and the Antioch posse
Especially the Johnson family, what's up Miss. J?
ha, say my name say my name
Yeah, freak daddy ha Jack Johnson ha
Get ya fingers up ghetto blaow blaow blaow {screaming}
Freak daddy ha say my name
where the uhh, Howard Johnson rest?
[E] Yeah Howard Johnsons, Motel 6, anywhere
[E] We can freak them hoes in the car Keith, yeah
don't care I drink too much
People say I'm headed nowhere
And I don't fuckin' care
Jimmy Johnson's gonna die
Sarah Suzie's gonna die
Everybody's
que prazer não se nega então nesse momento vem pra cá
Johnson
Te vi de longe
Já queria ter você aqui mais perto
Acredita, se envolve
Tô te dando o
it to change) some folks wanted the same way no no no (Ya we need it to change)
Andy Johnson wanted to keep the blackman broken but majority
Johnson
Dispenso rosas, amo armas
Já que armadilha é lixo
Sem simpatia, nós tem marra
Porque faz com capricho
Eu faço rap 5 estrelas
Lá na treta,
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