Lyrics:
for days, Mike Jack Thriller
Know your do's and don't's like B. Tiller
Slaying niggas left and right, like I'm Jack the Ripper
Bitches gettin' real
Ask around your hood and bet they gonna tell ya,
B. A.M is gangsta, moviendo lo que sea,
Bringing that fire, all up in your area
Palm beach sayin
Oh
B. Boys and B. Girls stand up
Down south, midwest, east coast, west coast
Globally, everywhere, yeah!
Tech N9ne now! Let's go!
[Chorus: x2]
It's B. Sig in the place with State P
And we got what it takes to rock the mic right, yeah
Still watch what you say to B. Sig
'Cause I still will
It's B. Sig in the place with State P
And we got what it takes to rock the mic right, yeah
Still watch what you say to B. Sig
'Cause I still will
oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
Black Black Berry
B. L. A. C. K.
B. E. R. R. Y.
B. L. A. C. K.
B. E. R. R. Y.
B. L. A. C. K.
B. E. R. R. Y.
B. L. A. C. K.
B. E.
of Kings, the war of worlds
For treasures beyond all meaning
The economic holocaust
Has threatened all and each
B.
They crack the earth and drain the wells
Ho, ho
Bounce
Holla
Bounce, bounce, bounce
It's B. Sig' in the place with Young Free (Free, Sigel)
And I got what it takes to rock the mic
a hillbilly boy
Named Johnny B. Goode
Who never ever learned
To read or write so well
But he could rock n' roll
Like a bat out of hell
Go
Go Johnny go,
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
Go Johnny go
field
That girl makes me wanna D.I. E
Booty so big yeah B. I. G
Got the whole room laughing hehehe
Thanking God for that booty
That girl makes me wanna
O clima na quebrada é mais quente do que no inferno
Anjos decaídos no B.S em meio ao ego
Zé povinho é um veneno, metido a besta
No Buriti Sereno,
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
Go Johnny,
nogen konne tåla:
Ingen plan B, eg har ingen plan B.
Hvis dette e det det e,
så har eg ingen plan B.
Eg e'kje akkurat en rev på konsekvensa, men eg
closer to my people than any wife of a preacher
Got my grandmother features
Don't have quiet demeanor, so when I ask for a feature, I'm like
Ay, ay, ay
B.
agoniser ici?
M.P. — Vous êtes mieux protégé que derrière n’importe rideau, fut-il de bambou, de fer ou d’acier, vous comprenez?
B. — Oui mais Monsieur
the tears from her happiness
Her own little son name 'o Johnny B. Goode
Was gonna make some motion pictures out in Hollywood
Bye, bye, bye, bye
Bye,
came the tears from her happiness
Her own little son name 'o Johnny B. Goode
Was gonna make some motion pictures out in Hollywood
Bye, bye, bye,
the tears from her happiness
Her own little son name 'o Johnny B. Goode
Was gonna make some motion pictures out in Hollywood
Bye, bye, bye, bye
Bye, bye,
a country boy named Johnny B. Good
Who never ever learned to read or write so well
But he could play the guitar just like ringing a bell
[Chorus]
Go,
a country boy named Johnny B. Goode
He never learned to read or write so well
But he could play his guitar like ringin' a bell yell
Said go, go Johnny!
Where lives a young country boy
Named Johnny B. Goode
He never ever learned
To read or write a book so well
But he could play his guitar
Just like
on and poppin', baby (uh)
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,
and can't start the rhymin'
I been on the plane, and up in the sky, my bars are still flyin'
My brother's got my back you see, B. Wells and Jabez Z
When you
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