Lyrics:
sixteen he was stuntin'
Al B. Sure nigga with the hair all wavy
Hit Lake Shore, girls go all crazy
Hit the freeway, go at least 'bout eighty
Boned so
Foul style galore, verbal cow manure
Comin' together like an eyebrow on Al B. Sure
around town it was well understood
That I was knockin' 'em out like Johnny B. Goode
Hot licks, showin' off, ah number one.
Well , I 'd practice all day
rip this
I like my beats harder than two day old shit
Steady eating booty MC's like cheese grits
My man Al B. Sure, he's in effect mode
Used to have
great thrill
I would set him in chains at the top of the hill
Then send out for some pillars and Cecil B. DeMille
He could die happily ever after
Yeah, you know some people say love is just a gamble
But whatever it is, it's enough to drive old B. mad
They say love is just a proposition people
comes back and everybody lose themselves
Now step back to reality, look it's B. Rabbit, yo, you signed me up to battle?
I'm a grown man,
rolling along
Can't stop the smooth runnin' when the shit's running strong
Broke my bindings, the lion with wings
Preaching his word in the B. Boy sing
sixteen he was stuntin'
Al B. Sure nigga with the hair all wavy
Hit Lake Shore, girls go all crazy
Hit the freeway, go at least 'bout eighty
Boned so
nothing for me, baby
Oh, you wouldn't do anything I asked to
You know you ran away from your home, baby
And now you wanna run away from old B. too
You
Magic, Flash, Grandmaster Caz
LL Raising Hell, but that didn't last
Eric B. And Rakim was the shit to me
I flip to see a Doug E. Fresh show with Ricky D
Bentley's 'round the city on buttons, ya bitch
Arm hangin', wrist blingin', just stuntin' and shit
Drop the top, block is hot, stay bumpin', ya bitch
B.
Now Peter Piper picked peppers, but Run rapped rhymes
Humpty Dumpty fell down, that's his hard time
Jack B. Nimble, what, nimble, and he was quick
I was eighteen I went to Hollywood
I met Elvis, Marilyn and Johnny B. Goode
Got my guitar painted as the California sun
A red Caddilac having too
in the day was "Eric B. for President"
Rude boy composer, step to me you're over
Brothers wanna flex, you're not Mad Cobra
MC short and black, there
Rock and roll music, slowly 79
Sweet little sixteen, and you will soon be 21
No more reelin?and rockin? School Days will be done.
Go Johnny B. Goode,
great thrill
I would set him in chains at the top of the hill
Then send out for some pillars and Cecil B. DeMille
He could die happily ever after
great thrill
I would set him in chains at the top of the hill
Then send out for some pillars and Cecil B. DeMille
He could die happily ever after
made
I knew every single record the DJ's played
A honky tonk a Hound Dog, a Johnny B. Goode
Chain Gang, Love Is Strange, Knock On Wood
I was raised
Now Peter Piper picked peppers, but Run rapped rhymes
Humpty Dumpty fell down, that's his hard time
Jack B. Nimble, what, nimble, and he was quick
She's got a T-Top Camaro with a scoop on the hood
And two big speakers blasting Johnny B. Goode
Looking so sweet it oughta be a crime
She plays
eighteen I went to Hollywood,
I met Elvis and Marilyn and Johnny B. Good.
Got my guitar painted as the California sun,
My red Cadillac havin' too much fun.
rip this
I like my beats harder than two day old shit
Steady eating booty MC's like cheese grits
My man Al B. Sure, he's in effect mode
Used to have
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