Lyrics:
Uggghhhh!!!!
[Chorus] [ Master P & Mo B. Dick ]
[Foolish.... Mo B. Dick In Back Round ]
Fool... Cause you can't Fool Me
Call Me a Fool But You can't fool
5. Flores nos olhos
(E, A9)
Passo cedo com as malas todas prontas
Vou num passo, bem pássaro para ser todo seu
E. B.
don't hear my shit, well I'll fart soon
Like George Clooney, I'm Up in the Air
You'll recognize my name and then you'll cheer
B. A. H. A
(Who Am I)
B. A.
bless seen?, portmore best scheme, seh sweet nestle yes b..yes b.
Chorus: Matta weh dem seh, matta weh dem try dem fraid a mi. Adi a di king! any other
number came up and he was gone with the draft.
He's in the army now. he's blowin' reveille.
He's the boogie woogie bugle boy of company b.
They made him
hamar eljár a kezem
ha agressziót akarsz hallgassad meg a lemezem (mivan?)
Refrén:
Megint megkapod a kötelező oltást
S. C. B. P.
Megint
a country boy named Johnny B. Goode
He never learned to read or write so well,
But he could play a guitar like ringin' a bell
Go go, go Johnny go, go; go
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 go
Hawlin alley on a dark and drizzly night,
Billy lyons and stack-a-lee had one terrible fight.
All about that john b. stetson hat.
Stack-a-lee
b. dick: oh!
Chorus i: I got candy!
Mo b. dick: I can serve you on the block
Cocaine, cream, or rock, it takes over fiend
I got candy!
Mo b. dick: I
(Down)
Now I'm back on my B.S
Henny on the rocks, two VS
Pull up with your BM in a BM
Pop champagne in the A.M
You in the presence of the 88 king, one
a country boy named Johnny B. Goode
He never learned to read or write so well,
But he could play a guitar like ringin' a bell
Go go, go Johnny go, go; go
ci ha più pensato anche al lato B.
Lato B lato B lato B lato B…
presto qui c'è un posto fuori un lato B.
E così ci siamo messi a fare un gioco con il
gotta have it, don't forget my boogie with beam
That keep me in good health and kill ya, ya'mean?
B. Mack, seat back, S.P. intact
You see me with Crakk,
number came up and he was gone with the draft.
He's in the army now. He's blowin' reveille.
He's the boogie woogie bugle boy of company B.
They made
one’s gonna save us from ourselves
Wake up!
No Planet B. No excuses
Stand up!
No Planet B. This is where we make our stand
No Planet B. Let’s save our
R.O.C., we running this rap shit
Memphis Bleek, we running this rap shit
B. Mac, we running this rap shit
Freeway, we run this rap shit
O
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-ringin' a bell
Go,
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-ringin' a bell
Go go
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-ringin' a bell
Go go
number came up and he was gone with the draft.
He's in the army now. he's blowin reveille.
He's the boogie woogie bugle boy of company b.
They made
boy name of Johnny B. Goode
He never ever learned to read or write so well,
But he could play the guitar just like ringing a bell.
Go, go
Go, Johnny go
[Featuring Mo B. Dick Silkk Sons Of Funk]
[Master P]
RIP homie RIP
[Sons of Funk/Mo B. Dick]
How do I say goodbye to what we had
on and poppin', baby (han)
The Last Temptation, ah-ah (Last Temptation)
He's back (woo)
Y'all know who I'm talkin' 'bout (no)
To the world over, B. Brown (oh,
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