a gun I fill a nigga with lead Took a kitchen knife to [censored] fin' to poke me a nigga Wishin I had a gun so I could smoke me a nigga Sold my first
out There was nothing left but the cockroaches In a movie with no sound What good, what good are you? With your cynical flag and your Roosevelt room What good, what good
flame on the name Stefan, tattooed on her arm Hoe you ain't the bomb, must be a dyke witcho' lips swoll, and give a nig' some ackrite Chorus (minus
wood Where lived 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
in the woods among the evergreens... There stood a log cabin made of earth and wood, Where lived a country boy name of Johnny B. Goode... He never
pushin a little head Is always the safe bet, she tell me V twizzy In the Red Corvette, swervin lanes ?? a little pain and say what's my name, Rule Baby
blues Handy's cast in bronze And he's standing in a little park With a trumpet in his hand Like he's listening back to the good old bands And the click
lived a country boy named Johnny B. Goode That never ever learned to read and write so well But he could play a guitar just like ringing a bell Go go
a country cabin made of clay and wood, where lives a young country boy named Johnny B. Goode, he never ever learned to read or write a book so well
a country cabin made of clay and wood, where lives a young country boy named Johnny B. Goode, he never ever learned to read or write a book so
There stand a country cabin Made of clay and wood Where lives a young country boy Named Johnny B. Goode He never ever learned To read or write a book
back up in the woods among the evergreens... There stood a log cabin made of earth and wood, Where lived a country boy name of Johnny B. Goode... He never
back up in the woods among the evergreens... there stood a log cabin made of earth and wood, where lived a country boy name of johnny b. goode... he never
a nigga think he can win [Chourus x2] Let's make a Million Keep it real for Triple-0 Eyes low, from plenty Henny and Hydro Fuck a bitch and some Clothes
the people Any rebuttal to what I utter get box-cuttered Count how many bad honeys I slut, it's a high number Name a nigga under the same sky that I'm
a jurassic Now, toast to the young and the reckless No drama like the young and the restless Thank god then I roll up breakfast Fat boy roll a second Hello, good
spanish chick, word we all in together now we all fear cops be buggin shotguns on the whip, fuck em I will never sweat for a piggy you catch me high it's all good
up(up) And den wipe me down(down) She tol me uze a nag, uze a bug(ddaammn) She tol me I'm a blast I'm a stud She tol me ude be beast n ude be checkin