Lyrics:
I can be your Johnny Cash
Will you be my June Carter?
I can be your man in black
You can be the best of everything
I see you and I'm mesmerized that
with America's #1 DJ, Funkmaster Flex
In collaboration with America's, pardon me, #1 independent rap label, Dipset
And right now I'm accompanied by
, 17
Nigga, get to running
I think I'm Project Pat
I be fucking with chicken heads
Fuck it on this cougar bitch
Did it in her husband bed
Benjis in
Cadillac vor
Jetlag in den Beinen, Johnny Cash auf den Ohren
Mit meinem Black Jack, Rat Pack im Cadillac vor
Cadillac vor, Cadillac vor
Fahr' mit meinem
The road of endless miles
Where evil’s in disguise
Under the spell of the adventure
Johnny didn’t seem to notice
That the night turned black as raven while
Ohhhh... that's how you feeling right now Tone?
You know they can't rap with us
Black by
Black by
Black by popular demand, on demand
And I'm Black
it was a joke
The trigger, I pulled his face, the yolk
Reached in his pocket, took all his cash
Left my man standing with the egg mustache
Suckers,
it was a joke
The trigger, I pulled his face, the yolk
Reached in his pocket, took all his cash
Left my man standing with the egg mustache
Suckers,
Sup?
Short Dogg back in the house beeyatch!
And it don't stop to the beat
Ain't no thang but a chicken wing
We gonna do it like this one mo' time
goin to jail man
Never goin to jail
I been alright
Johnny mans back
Hold out your cash
Show what you got
Boy I am not
One to be fuckin with
Man I am
never seen that much cash in a room
Better cop fast, Imma leave soon
Don't drop that, don't leave room
Imma need that whole thing by noon
I've been
Like c Peep Show (Topless)
I Pull Up In cll Black, They Like Who Dat (Who Dat)
I Woulda Helped You Bums Out But Y'all Blew That (Blew Dat)
Yeah You
old .44, put two holes in Milton's head
When Johnny walked off to get some more shootin' done, that ol' cold spring was a-runnin' red
Next guy he met
on
Let the cries out
Wave a whole chicken by his
Legs near the crotch smells
Sweating bullets in the tip
Blow torching his flesh
I seen his face melt
Drip
I'd like to have stand up, who's a very very proud man
He used to be many years ago, a bad land farmer down in Dias, Arkansas
But he's Johnny Cash's
been no cash made in it
So who thought you could get paid with it?
Just crash the club with my crew and then I'm outta there
Hit some skins, act
This beat so hard
It make me wanna run it back back
All the ice around my name
I’m starting feel like Johnny cash
This beat so hard
It make me wanna
Me, Colin, Johnny and Moe
in my drop six-eight, the perv was on, and
I was spankin, a full tank and
feelin great, tape deck, Shabba Rank-in
Headin
I'm dressing black like Johnny Cash
An you can't take away the scars and pain that's printed on my back
I can't wait till I get up an show the whole
Livin' by a guard and totem of the night
I'm slamin' doors 2-4-5 'n pullin' the keys
Now these are the traged valuable luxuries to me
In the early dawn,
to the break
Cause I'm a sugar blizzard
I'll blow you like a chicken and
Stab you in your gizzard
Nah nah, let me back that up
I think I'll freakin' shoot ya
John Silver
Saw Johnny Scarecrow make his rounds in his jet-black 'mac
Which he won't give back
Stole it from a snowman
As I did walk by
stand by when I bark my thing.
Verse :
Broke boys tryna order but can’t afford that chicken n tinz (pow)
Head to south gate turn to the left chapters
the viper like a vert
Johnny Cash, black on black, eyes look like im hurt
Nigga I was livin for the crash, that's just how the story goes
Burning bridges lit
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