Lyrics:
and turned onto heights
you said me and johnny cash
are the only ones you like
you said you miss the friends
that we had growing up
and last year at jay's
cash, I’ma hustle everyday
I was always taught, I ain’t gon’ never get my way
We gon’ put a nine, uh, r-i-p to K
I had a album that was made, and two
walked this New York Nigga
Voca cash
Plus his fiends mad loyal
Seen him under the building, and after five niggas turned the
Shooters on hood soil
the effects
I mix cd's and treat 'em like album shit
Our albums
We treat 'em like the president elections
On our champagne campaign livin' up dresses
Give me the cue
Skip the introduction
Proceed the lip function
The junction get rushed by some grimy people busting weed
Splatter your melons like
and I grew some roses
Got straight out the mud of the soil (turn, turn)
Is there such a thing as bein' way too loyal?
It was eight racks a show
I was
wasted but I'm
Making movies by day
And albums by night
Everyday I'm getting paid
Every month is a flight
Found my Mary Jane
We gon get married in
roll would save our souls
Crazy kids, dying to live like our heroes did
Gone in flash, wasn't built to last
Spent all that cash we didn't have
Big, big
to station
I received a receipt
To the tune of Creation
And I haven’t paid it
Born in the heat
Life is a storm, over an infinite sea
And I have been stained by
away by magic
Johnny could but weep; he felt this loss so tragic
The day was cold and wet; they found here 'neath the statue
Investigators found no
cash, blood and oil, in the age of the refugee
They're trying to buy our minds, we ain't selling
Bang, bang, bang, hear they're nailing down the coffins
cash, blood and oil, in the age of the refugee
They're trying to buy our minds, we ain't selling
Bang, bang, bang, hear they're nailing down the coffins
lines I'd say
Well I'm not going back to those times
Just like Johnny Cash I'd always I find the line
I found The Line
I rolled into a town that I
shit since Johnny Hobo went sober
Don't be fooled, 'cos even if I look like a slob
I'll still kill any fucking cop just for doing his job
Our house,
our guns
Do y'all fuck 'em 'til they cum?
Damn right, we make 'em cum
Do y'all niggaz bust your guns?
Hell yeah, we bust our guns
Do y'all fuck 'em
cash
Wid cash on cash dub sacks new blocks
Baby S, El Drex, Kurupt, Trigga and Short Khop
When you see me wid the DPG
Just walk on by, nigga, just walk
option number 5
She Holly, and I'm her Tommy, her wallet is full of Johnnies
Honestly, I'm appalled by the cash she bring around me, yeah
What's a flex? I
to the Beatles
Johnny Cash to The Beaters
Put it all up in the pot and
That's what's coming through your speakers
I'm trying to be a legend
They tell me it'll come
This ones for me
Hey
And this ones for you
This ones for you
And this ones for me
Be successful by 25 or forever close your eyes
We all loosing sight
women like Bobby did Whitney
That's why the only blue we salute is to Nipsey
Juneteenth barbecue at the precinct
Hanging by the pigtails, burned down
Church bottleneck
Hah
I'm that new age, Johnny Cash
Nasty chip up on my shoulder
Pick your favorite country rapper
Everybody know I'm golden
Got
tell them is a ph cruise!
We stay up to the morning, engaged to the party
Get married the cruise
In our trips and feelings we never mind
Cause we payed
featuring Deadly Venoms
[Kurupt]
DV....
DV..
Yo we trying to make the cash ya'll without a doubt
Representing both coasts
Oh shit, caught that nigga alone
Ain't that a bitch
Hey, uh, this one here is, uh
For them niggas that be Johnny Dangerous
When they be fuckin'
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