Lyrics:
But you can't erase
What was already written
I heard that Nas had a vision
And it was me in this kitchen
Cookin' this dope I mean chicken
I vow to never
(Walking black plague)
Taliban told her don't throw in the towel
I'll throw the grenade
Sick shit, sick shit, walking black plague
(Neilaworld)
Lost
cooking chicken Alfredo
On the block like I'm sponsored by Lego
I could give you some sauce, Prego
Don't get lost in the sauce, Mayo
Play it smart before
the end of time,
I wanna love,
Love ya that much,
Cash it all in,
Give it all up,
When you're gone,
I wanna go too,
Like Johnny and June,
Like Johnny
of the stricken killed by the poultrygeist
Ok the farm was having some struggles couldn't get no help from the land
It had not rained in a couple months and nothing
the pills and liquor 'til we black out
My driveway cost a couple million just in cars
That loud weight, I just drop some chicken in that hole
Fly by you
cash bae
I be gettin the cash yea
We get in the bag
Don't know how to act
We actin a ass for the cash yea
I be drippin wit cash bae
I be drippin wit
Hung up the phone I think my cover is blown I'm deep cover
Your wife ordered a pizza from me she got the meat lovers
I'm johnny bravo the other black
her nose
The theme song will not be written by Jim Webb or Francis Scott Keys
Nor sung by Glen Campbell, Tom Jones, Johnny Cash
Engelbert
her nose
The theme song will not be written by Jim Webb or Francis Scott Keys
Nor sung by Glen Campbell, Tom Jones, Johnny Cash
Engelbert
Think Differently
Poverty-stricken, fried chicken, fly rhyme kicking
Blind visions from the mind's wisdom, in this crime religion
Niggas listen, what
Think Differently
Poverty-stricken, fried chicken, fly rhyme kicking
Blind visions from the mind's wisdom, in this crime religion
Niggas listen, what
Chicken And Ass
In my city we get Ratchet
We love Chicken And Ass
I aint worried bout you niggas
Im just gettin that Cash
Them Bankrolls
They don't fold No
Johnny waved
He was on his way home
He waved goodbye to his comrades in arms
And all the twisted things he had seen
He waved goodbye
And the blades
still a let the tool pop, I shoot it at four opps
Ridin' in a foreign, ayy, bad bitches goin', ayy
I don't go to sleep ain't gotta wake up in
up, I'm the young Johnny Cash, money
Make gas, motherfucker, that's gas money (ayy, woo, ayy)
I think I'm Jack-in-the-Box 'cause I stay up in them
Just seen another cover story on me by Forbes (by Forbes)
In a Black Cadillac with the bulletproof doors (doors)
Lit the hotel room up, white ashes
(Aye aye aye aye...)
(Gangsta, gangsta, gangsta, gangsta!)
-[Chorus]-
(Gangsta, gangsta, gangsta, gangsta!)
My black bandana;
So cool in my black
from
(gunshots) little Johnny
I think you'll find, sir
That there will come a time
When black people wake up and
Become intellectually independent
this
I gotta believe in somethin more than that
Like Johnny Cash I'm the man in black
[Chorus]
[DMC]
Yo yo, this one right here goes out to Jam Master
Murder, cash, cars, hoes
Fast life as usual is all that we know
He has risen, started from a GO prism
(hooptys)
It was hard for me to see my vision
a rule for me
Put your mink on and slide in a cool for me
Hey, you gotta get high and go low for me
It's Cash Money, young money, never know money
It's
to the beat of my tune
I'm in a black car, I'm a black dude
With a black background, black bag too
Black hair, black hat, and some black shoes
White chick,
tranquilize a horse,
I'll bet a million in cash against your stash,
'cause I think mines better than yours."
The boy said, "My name's Johnny,
and you ain't
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