Lyrics:
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-ringing a bell
Go 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
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
a country boy named Johnny B. Goode
Who never learned to read or write so well
But he could play a guitar just like ringing a bell
Go go
Go Johnny go go go
two-toned shoes,
And I can sing the blues.
[Chorus:]
Look out, kids, it's the F. B. I.
We got a problem, you keep me high.
Put on your clothes, take
Let me show you how we get the money legit
Jack B. Nimble was nimble, and he was quick
Rev. Run, D.M.C. is the 'Kings of Rock'
Rolled to the top
a country boy named Johnny B. Goode
Who never ever learned to read or write so well
But he could play the guitar just like a ringing a bell
Go go
Go
on..
The tip of my tongue
Scream it with me when were done,
cll at once!
This is the Sara Song!
Switch-up!
They go by Sara B.
You'll never wanna be
with wings
preaching his word in the B. Boy sing
I AM one with myself as I turn to The
I prefer the dreams to reality
I prefer my life don't need no
Just When You Thought It Was Safe.
We're Back.
Voice Of Harlem,
Kingdom,
You Remember.
I Got The Finest.
Your Highness.
Young B.
I Got Ma Man.
I Got
Yeah, it's a real sad story
Show you just how unjust this world is
Let me tell ya bout a guy named Jack
Jack B. Nimble, Jack be quick
There's
a country boy name of Johnny B. Goode
He never ever learned to read or write so well,
But he could play the guitar like ringing a bell.
Go Go
Go Johnny
God (yeah)
Oh God (boy)
Yeah, G.O.O.D. (MMG, nigga)
Chain all V.S. I ain't with the B.S
Catch me in your city riding hard through the B.X
know about a Robb Report
'Bout a high speed Porsche, i.e.
You niggas ain't know how to floss 'til I came through the door
Like 'Eric B. for Pres,'
w duszy grzebać chce
Chyba dlatego tak nie lubię
Twych urzędników, Panie B.
Chyba dlatego tak nie lubię
Twych urzędników, Panie B.
Kiedy pomówić z
Fleece unter Puffer
JME auf repeat
Beat wie ein Uppercut
Creed Michael B.
Fleece unter Puffer
JME auf repeat
Beat wie ein Uppercut
Creed Michael B.
the worst trip I've ever been on
So hoist up the John B. sail
(Hoist up the John B. sail)
See how the main sail sets
(See how the main sail sets)
I've
sharp Steve Harvey, Bernie B. Mac
Keepin it on the D.L Hugley
[Chorus]
stop (Ahh ooh)
Levi, Michael B. and me
We get funky
(Continental) {x3} {The Continental sample}
Damn the DJ
(Damn U) {Damn you sample}
What's the name
hulk y'all niggas fuckin with the best y'all
Never should of put my rhymes with KLC, Craig B., Mo B. Dick, swamp nigga gold
Getter mista killa drug deala
Lawrence, your minority and I'm the majority
Check it, I was young and broke
But I'd fetch it, if it was freshest
Shelf the store for the Eric B. and Rakim
he's down with us
Eric B. and Rakim, they're down with us
Stetsasonic, they're down with us
Dana Dane, he's down with us
Sleeping Bag Records,
But I'm never overworked, cuz I'm still number one
Kool Moe Dee, he's down with us
Eric B. and Rakim, they're down with us
Stetsasonic, they're
now you know, a poet's job is never done
But I'm never overworked, 'cause I'm still number one.
Cool Moe Dee, he's down with us
Eric B. and Rakim,
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