Lyrics:
move but the money
Uh, strugglin', jugglin', got it to the black man
Eatin' the scams like I was motherfuckin' Pac-Man
Cops step off, you know
sellin' dope
I don't want no picture with the president
I just wanna talk to the man
Speak for the boys in the bando
And my nigga never walkin' again
In your natural state, you look better by the way
Hip-hip-hooray, I bought a sick whip today
Bust down Patek face, you think I'm playin' patty cake,
the girl Kristine in it, got my man Big G in it
A-yo, inside the ghetto or in a sunny meadow
I'mma make you move whether woman or fellow
Yo, I got
I'm comin' from the west, they all slept
(Flex) 'Cause it's been a long day
And I get with Johnny Q when
Niggas rub me the wrong way
Twenty four tracks
stay on point like Rod in this Strickland
If Brooklyn courts was the canvas, then I would be the big man
From thoughts that pennies bring, I
a moment, not taking pictures to save it
I mean, how could I forget? My memory's never faded
I can't relate to these haters, my enemies never made it
I am
As the years roll by, I wonder why
I long to leave my home
And hit the trail of the iron rail
Away out there alone
But my heart will sigh 'til I
Know that I am
I'm being dragged down, down by the hand
The hand of a golden giant man
He's crushing my knuckles
Splitting my skin, he says he will
If only I
a pond too big for this fish
Am I the one who killed her?
Who will ever know?
A lot of things to consider
Will you ever see ton beau
But it’s not me they
frantically, then I dropped down to his feet
I saw the blood, all over, the hot concrete
I picked him up, then I held him by his head
His eyes shut, that's
Big man stands behind an open door
Said, leave your lady on the cement floor.
Got some kicks, want to take a ride?
I said, yeah!
"Take your
my glass and shout shanghai
My drummer friend comes shooting by
He said Errol Flynn will never die
Oh no! Who am I to question why?
And are you
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
it's my muthafuckin last one
Every nigga and they mama askin why
But I'm in the game live by the game
And in the game I'ma die
And if I die or should
When I walk beside her
I am the better man
When I look to leave her
I always stagger back again
Once I built an ivory tower
So I could worship from
Or is this all there is?
Johnny makes and Johnny spends
cm I out of, am I out of?
cs he stares at the big screen
Missed the big scene
Busy dreaming
Hey,
frantically, then I dropped down to his feet
I saw the blood, all over, the hot concrete
I picked him up, then I held him by his head
His eyes shut, that's
to the ground with his knees crumpled up
But it T'wasnt I hit him t'was the johnny jump
And the next thing I met down in Youghal by the Sea
Was a cripple
the brake lights
Case of the stage fright, drawing a blank like
Dah, dah, dah, dah
It ain't my fault
Great big eyeballs
My insides crawl
And I clam
Johnny go, I said go
Go Johnny go, I said go
Johnny B. Goode
His momma told him "Someday you will be a man
And you will be the leader of a big old
here's your chance
Doin' eighty on the freeway, police, catch me if you can
Forgive me, I'm a rider, still, I'm just a simple man
All I want is money,
or a Johnny Cash
Somebody chewing baccer and whipping ass
I need a preacher, I need a savior, how about y'all?
Can I get an outlaw?
Let me get a outlaw
ya owner?
I'm real live man, you a persona
Now I'm a goner, call ma momma, in the corner
Mister gun man, your plan is working
Cause niggas is
.jpg/300px-Johnnie_Clarke_dans_le_Rastafest_2015_du_théâtre_Fairmount_(2).jpg "Johnny Clarke")
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