Lyrics:
today.
You know I don`t give a fuck what you think or say,
Cuz we gonna rock this whole place anyway
[Johnny 3 Tears]
Look up and see that motherfuckin`
us where to go
But Johnny said, "I like 'em
Don't you give them no trash"
You see, we were Johnny's little boys
And we got paid by Cash
We were there
don't you give your money
To that lying cheating man
Oh now, saturday night in Harlem
Everything's alright
Huh now, shake your thing
with an English man
Kissed her on the neck and then I took her by the hand
Said, "Baby, I just want to dance"
My pretty little Galway girl
My, my,
him of GZA back then I was a cold
Little nigga painting pictures
Avalon did that, six pack
Raised by them killers that’ll never
Bring them kids back
to get the click so you say
"Hey Man, I can't lickety split"
You start to open up a little book
And there's somethin' there you got to overlook
on'n'n'on'n'on on'n'on,
The beat don't stop until the break of dawn
I said M-A-S, T-E-R, a G with a double E,
I said I go by the unforgettable name
Of the man
of Johnny's hand and said
"Boy, I'm a fiddle player underground but now I walk upon the land.
Y'all better just be turning back if y'all want this boy to win
lasts longer face the fame
Id rather do my own thing than play ya sick little game!
[Chorus]
Think for yourself man don't do like they do, it's a sick
little puzzle of love
Man I ain't perfect, but I'm trying to be worthy of some
And yea it cuts when I stay, but hurts more when I run
Learned to fix my
And that's why your sitting there by the telephone
And you know that she ain't going to call you!
So you put on the TV and you're watching Johnny Carson
little people porn no
This is the end, beautiful friend
This is the final wank
When I touch myself, I feel like a plank
My hand is covering the gooey chode
play me some jazz on that fly trombone, and see if you can bring the basket back home.
Johnny Mintz, can't you give me a hand? I'd rather play in a hot
Johnny was a Pyro
by Patty Larkin
Johnny Was A Pyro and he acted like a baby
Wanted all of this attention I couldn't give
Drink a bottle of hard
punk ass motherfucker
You ain't shit without your homeboyz
Throw your hands up
You little trick, coward motherfucker
Like Yak said, ?How the fuck
without your homeboys
Throw your hands up you little trick, coward motherfucker
[Young Noble]
Like Yak said, how the fuck you gonna shoot me rocks
When you
Now give it up for little Johnny in That math Class
The type of kid with an overloaded Back pack
The type of kid that everyone just Seem to Laugh
you'll get to like it if
You give it a chance now
(Come on, baby, do the locomotion)
My little baby sister can do it with ease
It's easier than learnin'
skeleton key
But don’t you to wanna be a inspiration to me?
In an instance a child's life was ended
By the hands of a four foot menace like Dennis
lasts longer face the fame
Id rather do my own thing than play ya sick little game!
[Chorus]
Think for yourself man don't do like they do, it's a sick
Super G Man
Them a call him a dealer
But a him healer
Them a call him a dealer
But a him a the healer
Little Johnny had a sick belly
And the doctors
And that's how it ends
It's over. It's done
Little Dxsh. Little Dxsh
I am fucking plastered right now, but, you know, life goes on
Sometimes you
sittin there by the telephone
And you know that she aint goin to call you
So you put on the TV and you're watchin Johnny Carson
Segwayin right into
And that's why your sitting there by the telephone
And you know that she ain't going to call you!
So you put on the TV and you're watching Johnny Carson
Discuss these give the little man a hand by johnny clarke Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In