Lyrics:
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
through it
Yeah
But I pushed through, I came through it
Came through it
Yeah
Now no one can stop me
No one can stop Nell B.
everyday B.
She got in a fight with my dad and just for her Amusement last step mom put me in a mental institution.
Once a friend shoot up with a curved
just a trend
Alright
I close my eyes I dream
Mcallen all I see
B. Be good
Im back in my hood
Its return of the king
Im pulling up in my ride
I Feel Good
gotta a plan B.
Be careful how you talk about things
You understand me,
Trust is never given,nigga,you just have to earn it
See my young nephew grow
to Kate's Tavern
Katie, bar the door, we are jumping off the rails
Any hope for calm went John B. Sails
We're in your pub tonight to sing of good days left
[Mo B. Dick]
Mmm....hmmm
Girl we been long on overdue for this right here huh?
[Woman]
Yeah I know huh?
[Mo B. Dick]
Yeah it's really bout
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,
(wooo)
Trippie Redd (Hook3)
(Trippie Redd bridge)
I been fucking all your b.
fucking all your b.
I been fucking all your b.
Yeah yeah got
(Third
Signalement
Yeux bleus
Cheveux
Châtains
Jane B.
Anglaise
De sexe
Féminin
Âge, entre vingt et vingt-et-un
Apprend
Le dessin
Signalement
Yeux bleus
Cheveux
Châtains
Jane B.
Anglaise
De sexe
Féminin
Âge, entre vingt et vingt-et-un
Apprend
Le dessin
four K Daytons
Oh-oh, think quick 'cause my girls jumpin' on home boys tip
Better change my game, try another lure
'cause home boys lookin' like Al B.
Pɔpee pɔpee, pepepe pɔɔpɔɔ
Nana wei nso so yɛ Plan bɛn.
Plan A nanfa a, Plan B.
Sɛ Plan B nanfa a Plan C.
Ɛnɛ me ne me boys, we dey blow wonna trumpet...
that
Taste this here, now eat it, right
Hold on, hold on, my mom might hear this
(No, go on, say it)
Nah, it's nasty
Quit that, uh
[Chorus: B. Stille
Gentleman ft. Anthony B. - Face Off
Fire-starter blaze it
What me seh we fi do put down put down the gun deh
Oh yes this is gentleman and Anthony B.
is the last gig for Johnny B. Goode
And now the pressure's really on
Black limousines close in
His hotel suite is really neat
But the flight nearly
goes, he dropped from his pose
Hit the ground and his blood FLOWED, mom's are cryin
"Woman lose her head and cry" -> B. Marley
Mom's are cryin
"Cause her
the rugged female Heather B.
So all you gun waving niggas put down your glocks please
No need for playing the hard anymore
The bulletproof lyricist is
B. when I cut, twenty three's on a truck
Like a dust joint, you'll have your whole hood stuck
This is Ghost murder, we movin' like NARCs, go-carts
dick is platinum
And hard as a diamond, I'm hard when I'm rhymin'
I'm closer to God, like Eric B. I'm in
That get money frame of mind, any day
Said New Jack City 2, Banky B. Nino, push a 2000 benz-ino
[Killa Sin of Killarmy]
These rap icons, mass spit fire out of cons
Fuck a bigon, rely on ion
B. Nino, push a 2000 benz-ino
[Killa Sin of Killarmy]
These rap icons, mass spit fire out of cons
Fuck a bigon, rely on ion in my python
We
with hate for peace
All of this B.S must cease
All I am is one black man
In a mighty big white hand
Brother brother, sister sister
If you're Miss or if
Refrén: Itt a Fresh. B. I. - Véged ma éjjel végre
Fresh. B. I. - Meghalt a város is már
Fresh. B. I. - Ne mozdulj, itt van a vége.
Fresh B. I. -
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