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people, Stuart.
But they don't know what the queers are doing to the soil.
You know that Johnny Werzner kid -
the kid who delivers papers in
Intro: Method Man
One time...
Huhh, all up in ya like a bone when I...
Johnny Blaze, the Iron Lung
Foxy Brown, the Ill Na Na (yeah, c'mon, yeah,
we're about John Wayne, Johnny Cash and John Deere
Yeah, John Wayne, Johnny Cash and John Deere
Way out here, way out here
Our houses are protected
by
For moseying back in dreams where
Seeing us lost and scared
He put his hand on our shoulders
And pointed us to the temple across town
one more album and then I quit
And only one thing could make me say I'm not
And that's one million dollars on the spot
Upfront cash, money, no
abroad, I take it with me to the hotel
Got hit by the cash, now I’m looking all luxury
Thought I was untalented, till I made a discovery
TooFaced hides
One time for the homies who remain loyal
10 toes down live in die on the same soil
To all the ladies hold it down for them real ones
No idea why
Our houses are protected by the good Lord and a gun
And you might meet 'em both if you show up here not welcome, son
Our necks are burnt, the roads
of the slums
With a shot that go, for twisted metal for cash flow
React slow nigga and get, P.L.O
By the lone gunner, who took revenge for his brother
Who got
who giggle walking by
People love Bob Dylan, Johnny Cash and The Stones
But no one seems to give a damn when I play one of my own
I guess that's
bumps in the road, I'm almost there
Either you real, or you fake
Cause real niggas don't fold, don't bend or break
We just trying to get our cash
Feh! The power of the Trinity is but a myth! No antiquated trinket weilded by a religious fanatic will prevail against the Legion, sire. Our steel is
facts
I know they mad thats in the past
No I ain't Johnny I stay with the Cash
Don't play with me play with a Bag
Keeping it G aint shit sweet
Yo pockets
to him (Uh, huh)
OG gangsta
(Yeah) nine with the beamin' (Woo)
Body in the water shit
I thought that was streamin'
Couple Yonkers niggas
We brought our
The King's Alpha out to Death Row
Who you know was spazzing at Art Basel with the Trill OG
Grill by Johnny Dang boy u can't get these at Tiffany's
Who told you
ceased
That's that West Coast country boy from them Bay Area streets
That's my hitman, Sleegram, and Killer Keese
Kool Nut, Johnny Cash, Pac, y'all please
ass
Johnny Cash, afro havin'
Jack of Spades, boots havin'
Tony Danza, shoes wearin' ass!
B-b-b-black by popular demand, I expand
My hand
from the norms
And soon millions of folk
Records were being sold
By the early sixties, Dylan, Baez, Phil Ochs
Were doing intellectualized copies
If that ain't country it'll hair lip the pope
If that ain't country it's a damn good joke
I've been on the Grand Ol Opry and I know Johnny Cash
And if
Drinking all night and all day
Straight out the bottleneck
Heading straight to the bank
to cash the vibe cheque
From the monday club blues
To an album full
annoying is that annoying as Poison and the birth of rap
This is the Boys To Men Album meets Johnny Cash ain't no boys on this album only Nash
A boy who
never know
It's johnny cash; the ring of fire
Playing with June's burning desire
It's the laughing, the dancing, the sitting romancing
With the fireflies
Immature, yeah I always cried
Me and John both wanted to make an album so we just compromised
We meet in the middle and we're criticized
All that talk, all
the disagreement about
Our last face to face you spent a week at my house
You thought I was too hard on you, dog I never meant too
I saw potential
Laced you with
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