Lyrics:
to the bottom but she's headed for the top.
She's got a dream to be a star dressed in black like Johnny Cash,
With a pink guitar.
No, she didn't go
Another black man in America
Dead in the streets by the hands of police
I can’t even tell you what is scarier
They sworn to protect but they leave my
Willy Wonka, ho's dick blue face
Blue street diamonds and the blue jeans
Put a fuck nigga in a food chain
Kickin' shit, Johnny K, Liu Kang
Free my niggas
to shake my hips
In the inner sanctum
Satan gave me tips and then I thanked him
I'm the creature from the
Black leather lagoon
Yeah, black, black, black
new country is all about me but I love some Johnny Cash, Waylon, and Willie.
Respect the old school and make room for the new
Now tell me you don't
It started March of sixty-four
Many years ago
We were hired by Johnny Cash
To open up his show
Four boys, a worn out Cadillac
With a road map
All I see is shade
Feel like Johnny Cage
Nigga,makin fuckin' plays
Ay, ay,
I'm in black like Johnny Bravo
All I see is shade with shades up on my
through SC
Just walk on by, nigga, just walk on by
Before you fuck up my high
Before you fuck up my high
Before you fuck up my high
If you see me in
as a trombone
Down in New Orleans
I'm still blessed by the road
Yeah the highway's my friend
I sow songs like Johnny Appleseed
Wherever I jam
I got a 4-Track mind
I'll tell you how I became the wicked nigga they call Young Mind Fuck
Black out, black out (Youngin from Del Amo)
Black out, black out (Belt by
I'll tell you how I became the wicked nigga they call Young Mind Fuck
Black out, black out
(Youngin' from Del Amo)
Black out, black out
(Belt by
Black heaven is a place where people like me go
Up there in black heaven, black heaven
Know Dr. King still preaching about togetherness
But
the man in the black robe had to fear me
Watch my jewelry
Surprise by my delivery
After the case was over couldn’t appeal me
Momma be proud
Nothing stopping
black kobra
Code name black mumba
Hashtag ma team hitters
Rain sleet or snow we get Money
Dey callin me johnny like cash Bumpper car all on yo ass
lane, ah, for real
(How you want it?) How do you want it?
How do you feel?
Comin' up as a nigga in the cash game (yeah, my nigga, Johnny J)
Livin' in
lane, ah, for real
(How you want it?) How do you want it?
How do you feel?
Comin' up as a nigga in the cash game (yeah, my nigga, Johnny J)
Livin' in
Hey last weekend I saw you cry
'Cause your uncle Johnny died
You were all dressed up in black
'Cause Uncle Johnny had a heart attack
But don't you
before I been down before
Tryna chase these dreams by all means that’s on everything
In a 3 piece with so much grease on me I could be a chicken box
evidence for
If these things are what you mean by God
Then I believe in God but I
Don't believe in a personal
God to whom I look for comfort or for a
Natural
tranquilize a horse
i'll bet a million in cash
against your stash
coz i think mine's better than yours
the boy said "my name's johnny and you ain't smoked
Mami I'm a pig, I'm a flop from the start and you already know it
You said I'm like trash, I'm a pest, got no cash and you cannot control it
Why you
gold.
I don't believe they knew
that I was Long John Silver.
Saw Johnny Scarecrow make his rounds
in his jet-black mac (which he won't give back) --
in action
The artist formerly known as Fashion
By the way my name Attack, first name Black
And Problemz
Put it all together and y'all still
socks
Smoking on that thang by the Bay side
Oowee got me higher than a spaceship
Look me in my eyes you don't say shit
Look up on her face like save me
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