Lyrics:
¡HOY!
B. EN UN PAÍS MUY LEJANO DE MI HOGAR
C. UN CHINO SE INFECTO CON UN VIRUS MUY LETAL
D. DOLOR DE CABEZA ,FIEBRE Y
the brown sticky nigga bout to please you
With this ketchup, watch I'll wet ya
Ain't no gettin up cause your in a mess bro
Chorus: [Mo B. Dick]
Just
the ghetto you never know,
When it's gon be yo time.
[Sons of Funk, Mo B. Dick, O'dell]
Sittin at the ghetto thinkin bout
All my homies passed away
Mo B. Dick:
I'm sittin in a room full of hoes with some sexy ass bodies
Smokin on the cess,playin dominoes.Ain't fuckin wit nobody
I'm scopin em out
about things that no longer even matter
Give two fucks bout a opinions I'm honored cus they seem flattered
20/20 vision I could see the b.s from a far
together, you and I
For I know who the small friends are
I am with name, I am with name
I am Ramona A. Stone
A night fear female
Good timing drone
I
Verse 2: Drazon B.
Couple rhymes for a couple regrets
Last lunch by the ocean but your boy was way too vexed
But you know what
You were right with your
say the blind lead the blind.
But in the ghetto you never know
When it's gon be yo time.
[Sons of Funk Mo B. Dick O'dell]
Sittin
of the rock-a-beatin' boogie
B. o. o. g. i. e!
You gotta jump! You gotta jive!
You gotta dance! To be alive!
You do the rock-a-beatin' boogie,
Rock-a-beatin' boogie
playin a game b.
and ı'm watchin my brother lose it's shame b.
i know you better than this that's why ı'm angry.
instead of givin up you can make a plan
Go, Johnny B. Goode
His mother told him someday you will be a man,
And you will be the leader of a big old band.
Many people coming from miles
Sail the tv round the swimming pool
I want my name in lights a la johnny b. goode
Be an all night loon like a ronnie wood
Don't read the writing
lived a country boy named Johnny B. Goode,
Who never ever learned to read or write so well
But he could play a guitar just like a ringin' a bell.
a country boy name of Johnny B. Goode
He never ever learned to read or write so well
But he could play a guitar just like a-ringing a bell
[Chorus]
Go,
a country boy named Johnny B. Goode
Who never ever learned to read or write so well
But he could play a guitar just like a-ringin' a bell
Go go
Go Johnny go
a country boy named Johnny B. Goode
Who never ever learned to read or write so well
But he could play a guitar just like a-ringin' a bell
Go go
Go Johnny go
a country boy named Johnny B. Goode
Who never ever learned to read or write so well
But he could play a guitar just like a-ringin' a bell
Go go
Go Johnny go
Johnny go
Go
Go Johnny go
Go
Johnny B. Goode
His mother told him 'Someday you will be a man,
And you will be the leader of a big old band.
Johnny go
Go
Go Johnny go
Go
Johnny B. Goode
His mother told him 'Someday you will be a man,
And you will be the leader of a big old band.
a country boy named Johnny B. Goode
Who never ever learned to read or write so well
But he could play a guitar just like a-ringin' a bell
Go, go
Go Johnny,
To hear you play your music when the sun go down
Maybe one day there will be in lights
Saying Johnny B. Goode tonight
Go go
Go Johnny go
Go go go Johnny go
The shit with this bitch
Yo I said I'm calling you B.
Yo B it's the phone
Yo B.
"May I help you?"
"Yes what's your name?"
"Hello?"
"Hello
a jig.
You've gotta be as busy as a bee
To be a Mister B. I. G.
And if you want some dig-dig-dignity,
You've gotta dig, dig, dig, dig, dig for your
A. — Hein! Roger ?!? Quessé qu’tu fa icitte ?
R. — Ah non pas toé. Devine c’que j’fa icitte. Chu v’nu voir un show d’métal pis y’a une game des
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