Lyrics:
Knock the door apart
Here's Johnny
I call the song Thompson cause it spraying like a tommy
Break out of my shell like I'm shooting like a shotty
Rip up
Oscar West meg a Vinz belső fight, ez Tekken kaland (k.o.)
Kezembe lant, az nem maszk már, Hunter S. Thompson meszkalin kell (Johnny)
Ha el akarsz
Lo chiamavano Johnny Canaglia ventimila la sua taglia
Ha già file di pistoleri alle calcagna
Lo sceriffo di Thompson lo vuole vivo o morto
Gli
Johnny's daddy was taking him fishin'
When he was eight years old
A little girl came through the front gate
Holdin' a fishin' pole
His dad
Johnny's daddy was taking him fishin'
When he was eight years old
A little girl came through the front gate
Holdin' a fishin' pole
His dad
Johnny's daddy was taking him fishing
When he was eight years old
A little girl came through the front gate
Holdin' a fishin' pole
And his dad
ya soda pop
No Pepsi rather drink 7up, nigga shootin at 6 like
Klay Thompson
An he rock 11 think he
Klay Thompson
Keep an nine on his hip like he
Johnny's daddy was taking him fishin'
When he was eight years old
A little girl came through the front gate
Holdin' a fishin' pole
His dad
Johnny's daddy was taking him fishin'
When he was eight years old
Little girl came through the front gate
Holdin' a fishin' pole
His dad looked down
a nigga gon' shoot, call that boy Klay Thompson
Gettin' high than a bitch and recordin', I ain't stoppin
And it's all fun and games till them bodies start
the back
Bumpin' coming down the streets
I'm cranking Johnny Cash
I'm talking Man in Black
And if you don't like it then
Y'all can kiss my country ass
(I'm
the back
Bumpin' coming down the streets
I'm cranking Johnny Cash
I'm talking Man in Black
And if you don't like it then
Y'all can kiss my country ass (I'm
these lil niggas to test, no math class
Johnny Knoxville, she think imma jackass
Semi-automatic got him coughing up stomach acid
Attacking with
thompson (drums)
Tom fowler (bass)
Ruth underwood (vibes, marimba, percussion)
Bloodshot rollin' red (harmonica)
Johnny "guitar" watson (vocals)
Is there
Frank zappa (guitar, vocals)
George duke (keyboards, synthesizer, vocals)
Napoleon murphy brock (flute, tenor saxophone, vocals)
Chester thompson
"Then why the hell you with me huh? Why the fuck you with me?
Whatchu think I need you, you think I need THIS shit?!"
[Chorus: Gina Thompson
It was the thirty first gathering of the
Thompson's, Joneses, and Smiths
There were tables full of chicken
Taters, collard greens, and grits
and
down the black hand
side of the left hand
sideline. like a gem
hadar tufted booblehead
in a johnny cash black
and off-black onesie and
all black
It was the thirty-first gatherin'
of the Thompsons, Jones and Smiths
there were tables full of chicken,
taters, collard greens and grits
Well it all
niggas ain't bout shit
Slime a nigga out pull up on that dumb shit
Niggas started running when he saw it was a Thompson
Play with the gang get hit with
not the way it look
Bet I'm running from the johnnies cause in the whip I got a rocket
Nigga approach me with issues and best believe I'm known to pop
Blue diamonds in my teeth shout out Johnny Dang
You's a nobody, use you as my ash tray
Kick her out then call her back over the next day
Real dirty
on frozen no freezer
My bars is sick no sneezer
Hittin yo b*tch derek jeter
Swag... johnny bravo
Spanish b*tch making me tacos
You n*ggas lame you's a follow
Comedy: Lil' Liza Jane
--- Instrumental ---
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Honky Tonk Girl
(Hank Thompson - Chuck Hardin)
Don't be
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