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hard
singing and playing with Jack Johnson
Try to be who, who you are
all you need is just to be yourself and you'll be happy
you got nothing to do you

step Mike Jack call it thriller
Nothing you ever could tell me will bring me down
Nothing you ever could tell me will bring me down
I been really pushin

to your very best

Hey, hey, I'm a Jack on fire

Hey, hey, your lips kiss Jack on fire

Way back in the Indian days

Nothing could drive the heat away

to Xzibit, lift, build muscle I hustle
And broaden my horizons
Stay focused to the point of
The chin like Tyson
Get live like a dunk on a
Big man by Allen

Growing up we really had nothing
Damn always trying to come up with something
Left me in the dust here all by my own
So scared and alone no fear

nothing for the Johnson's yet
Keep calm, folks
Buy the gifts that will look
More expensive than they are
Two-hundred different formulations
Of dynamite
So

and then I fleed
You brought a army, I brought me
I brought a floatie, you brought a fleet
Best of seven, its a fuckin' sweep
I win by 20 every time we meet

Have you heard about the big strong man?
He lived in a caravan have you heard about
The Jeffries-Johnson fight?
Oh, what a hell of a fight
You can

by bit until there's nothing left
Do you really think they'll represent you?
Abandoning our safety in the middle of this mess
What can I say

The Ballad Of Jimmie Johnson

Hey mate can you spare some change
Hey mate can you see my pain
I don’t think so, ooh ooh ooh I don’t think so

Hey

nigga 
Nigga rumble 
Counting pesos by the bundle
Cocky but I'm humble 
Coolest nigga in this mother fucking jungle
Coolest nigga in this bitch
Who this

watched a white officer assassinate
A black man and I
Know that tore your heart out and I know
It's crippling and I have nothing
Positive to say in
This

ayy

I don't need help, nothing new I go by Disco, who are you
Got me sayin', what's up? Like I'm Martin
Soon be in the rich culture sweater on my waist

When summer comes we'll run up Johnson's hill
Shake off the dust, survey the wreckage from up high
And wonder how we lived
Then dream of better times

If I planned to do him any harm

So, look a here

I put him on the back of my red corvette

cnd-a we went for a ride

Down by old man Johnson's farm

I

cares, they all gotta deal
And what do I got, like nothing appeals to anyone
I'm just a spoke on the wheel
Just tryin' to make his fuckin' bread and butter

on the back of my bike
And-a we went riding
Down by old man Johnson's farm
I said now, overcast days never turned me on
But something about the clouds and her

Great Solar Stance

Jeru the Damaja

Heroz4hire

1999

your dirt
Mental like physical blows destroy ego's
Your style is Babylonian, like dicks in assholes
The drama unfolds, don't mean nothing up my nose
I

so sublime
Let me tell ya, that nothing’s better
Nothing’s Better than Christmas Time
Deck the halls
And hang up the lights
Fresh baked cookies
By

Raspberry Beret

Hindu Love Gods

Hindu Love Gods

1990

put her on the back of my bike
And-a we went riding
Down by old man Johnson's farm

Now rainy days never turned me on
But something about

to stand
He says, we’re sending you, you gotta sing a song you don’t want to sing
I tried to run. I walked away
I did shut my mouth. I got nothing to say

cTOM BOMB BcBY by c. Ronee Blakley, Sawtooth Music, cSCcP
Ronee Blakley Productions Inc, Blakley Records. Distributed by Symphonic

 In every world

187 on a Hook

Brotha Lynch Hung

Blocc Movement

2001

it ain't nothing but gun play Its 187 on a motherfucking hook niggas out of bounds should have shook we banging by the book got shot in the neck trying

Last Man Standing

EPMD

Back in Business

1997

yo snap that neck, not playing with a full deck
Make a nigga sweat below the waist line by my Johnson
Where the tools kept, who I be? The code name