Lyrics:
Somewhere on the waterfront
Johnny's hiding with a gun
Swears he'll kill any man that tells his story
He's ain't sorry for what he's done
He broke
on 'em
Dope money with a band on it
Half gold, we got a hand on it
D-boys still ball the same
Just gotta little bit of glam on it
Yah
I got flames
walking the line, like Johnny Cash in your high
So you can hand it over in return get more time
Look deeper my homie, no excuses, man, you ain't blind
you gonna do when a man from her past catches up with you?
What are you gonna do when he wants to make a claim on you?
Fast johnny, I'm flat
a check
And all these haters talk shit
But they don't damage none
Hiram Clarke I really never plan to run
Started with a little tryna manage crumbs
Now I'm
Thank you very much
This next song was written by a man right here in Folsom prison
And last night was the first time I've ever sung this song
Yeah, mother fucker! Kimya Fucking Dawson!
What put your fucking hands down!
As I sit and listen to
A kid you clearly influenced
I text and say I'm
phone
I don't give a fuck, though
Hand me a Dixie cup and a Red Bull
And I'mma mix it up with something special to make ya head go
Ooo wee ooo wee,
the meanest nastiest rootenest-tootenest blobfish to ever fly the Seven
But before that all happened there was a man by the name of Jo Jinnan Jr
That was
those bosses in the office
Didn't give a damn about profits or losses
Johnny was a working man
Who laboured his whole life
Johnny was a quiet man
Never
or die, people just float
She give her heart to the man in the long black coat
There's smoke on the water, it's been there since June
Tree trunks uprooted
man, I don't give a F (ooh, ooh)
What you wanna get, smoked? Cigarette (bah, bah, bah)
English, English girl named Fiona
African girl, Adeola
by the hand and my heart it was thumpin'
When she said, "Hey man, you crazy or sumpin'
You see what happened last time they started"
Well, I seen
me about it
Well, the whole thing started at three o'clock fast
It was all over by quarter past
I was down in the sewer with some little lover
When I
give you my hand in hopes that you'll understand
That he's just a regular ordinary man
Living in his empty yet hopeful life, he's lead only to believe
Ta
Somewhere on the waterfront
Johnny's hiding with a gun
Swears he'll kill any man that tells his story
He's not sorry for what he's done
He
man, uh
(look at that dog, man, give me one of them)
Jimmy joe go'n bring out here 2 open the show {crowd boos}
Jimmy, come on out here and give us some
you didn't buck a shot
Put the pistol down, throw up your hands, see what ya got
Old Johnny Walker from around the block
Was livin' rather large 'till
as the wheels turned around.
Maybe Johnny, you'll meet your match
When you look into my Chevy's eyes,
Keep your engine hot and running,
'Cause this sweet little
to a man?
The little ole man
With the grubby little hand
Who lived in Montreal
Was drooling a bit
As he reached for her tit
And he said to himself:
of your hand
When his mommy looked at him proudly and said
My Johnny'll be a steal drivin' man Lord lord hey Johnny'll be a steal drivin' man
John Henry was
work you know you owe me too much to stop
John said I got a little working to do but I ain't goin' by your clock
People said John was a slacker cause
Rodeo
Written By: Jessica Clarke
Intro:
Pretty brown, brown drivin me wild
Dada da dada da dada da da
Pretty brown, brown drivin me wild
Dada da
dedication and through faith in God You feel me
My name is little Johnny I wanna be a rapper when I grow up
I'm gonna be the best rapper ever
Y'all gone see
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