Lyrics:
Patti Johnny Suzie and me we're gonna take a ride on the flying machine
The flying machine it flies so high oh my love we can't pass it by
Up in
Walking down the road
With a pistol in your waist
Johnny you're too bad
Walking down the road
With a ratchet in your waist
Johnny you're too bad
how the people stand it,
But I guess they do
Cause they're all still there,
Even Johnny Franklin too
In the Village of the Sun
Village
Walking down the road
With a pistol in your waist
Johnny you're too bad
Walking down the road
With a ratchet in your waist
Johnny
your old friends treat you like you're something new
Johnny come lately, the new kid in town
Everybody loves you, so don't let them down
You look in
seen the Grand Ole Opry and I've met Johnny Cash
If that ain't country, I'll kiss your ass
Mama sells eggs at a grocery store
My oldest sister is
was a time, a while ago
I would have said I'd never let you go
There was a time, long gone
I would have said: oh Johnny boy
You're singing the wrong
between
(Johnny Richter)
Welcome to my block with the spot that I call my home
Where the locks are unlocked and I got cellular phones
Where the Kings was
them all
For my handsome, winsome Johnny
Some say he's bad,
But I say he's bonny
Finest of them all
Is my handsome, winsome Johnny
Well, I know
If that ain't country it'll hair lip the pope
If that ain't country it's a damn good joke
I've been on the Grand Ol Opry and I know Johnny Cash
And if
know, and still love it
Shady flow, Johnny Cage, chain flow, Johnny Dang
Been balling, six bottles, talk with such expensive slang
I got geechi on 'em,
sea-weed
Criminals be up to no good
So I tuck a heater
Bulletproof suit still in the fuckin cleaners, but anyways
I bumped into my neighbor Johnny Blaze
Told
always leave on
A weekend on the rocks
And an old school jukebox
With a little Johnny Lee on
The buzz I love to be on
You put a double on your
Smell like fish
Mr. Big Mouth, the gat be trout
You need to douche out your style no doubt
Johnny struck through the Shaolin slum
Prum prum prum on my
been proved
In the House a resignation, guilty faces everyone
Christine's fallen out with Lucky, Johnny's got a gun
"Please, please me"'s number one
[P. Diddy]
Ladies and Gentlemen it's about that time
The newest addition to the Bad Boy Family
Ralph, Ronnie, Ricky, Mike, Johnny
New Edition
Christmas toys all over the place
Little Johnny wears a funny smile up on his face
Johnny has a secret and the secret he must share
He wants
like fish
Mr. Big Mouth, the gat be trout
You need to douche out your style no doubt
Johnny struck through the Shaolin slum
Prum-prum-prum on my
[Johnny Blaze]
So what we smoke cancer sticks and weed and all that good shit
Fuck the world, word up
Sunz of Man, Method Man, True Mast',
a way to carry on?
Second guess
Did I do my best
There was a friend I had
[Chorus]
Johnny was a weirdo
So what did you expect?
I ain't no fucking
Parker Lewis
Set in my ways
Got you corny niggaz askin' who is Johnny Blaze
Get a late pass stinkin' ass sucker ass
Now you sufferin' like succotash
on the draw
Another youth get murder a victim of the law
Johnny was wicked ragamuffin and raw
Pull off a robbery but the cops he never saw
He got
Hank Jr. - Family Tradition; Willie Nelson - Angel Flyin' Too Close To The Ground; Ray Price - Crazy Arms; Johnny Cash - Sunday Morning Coming Down. Now
Blacked out, like it was in 1968
Like Johnny Cash any given day
Like a Mach 1 Fastback Mustang
Blacked out, like the clouds hanging over this heart
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