Lyrics:
gotta find me
Cuban link bust down, I just left from Johnny
(What up, Johnny?)
I'm not these other rappers, touch my chain
I'll bust your noggin (Pussy)
just catching corn
I don't wanna know bout her and
I don't wanna know bout yours
I'm halfway on love like Johnny Depp,
I just had to divorce
I hate being
Crept on, Conan'd like the barbarian
I ain't a prince man I made some mischief
With Will that got me in brown like Harry
I'll light up your life like
I Surf the swelter
'Till I get this kiss
Simulated bliss
Time crisis n' twist
'Till I freak out
Brown hair and tan skin
Move my hand onto your thigh
Na Na Na (Lil Poopster)
In the middle of the night mommy gets up
she sees a little brown *** in my plastic underwear
can't help myself I was
Brown guts in the regal, Peter Pan
Motherfucker, just him drivin' Big truck I'm goin' all mighty, like the duck
Might slide a nigga like a pick, yeah, I'm
a taste of that Coochie back
Why these niggas pulling up like hashback
Finna pull up like a hash brown
Cookin up dope in the trap house
Why these niggas
a nation reduce fight the power to gin and juice
Some people gave it up and turned it loose.
[verse 4]
Beethoven, bach brahms
I want some james brown
Even
play with with that
But watch me rock with Liberace flash
Punk rock the Clash, Boy Bands are trash
I like Johnny Cash and Grandmaster Flash
Oh, they
Napoleon murphy brock (vocals)
Bob harris (vocals)
Johnny "guitar" watson (vocals)
Ensemble: (displaying dummy #1)
Do you know what you are?
Thing-fish:
Ray Cyrus, John Michael Montgomery, and Joe Diffie.
He saw Johnny Cash on MTV,
Bought a new new toupee, said: "That's the place for me."
He done
nigga
Come from my pops so y'all ain't fucking with mine
Come to get down like Johnny Guitar (wow, wow)
What? You think we chicken? Then bust a cap,
Napoleon murphy brock (vocals)
Bob harris (vocals)
Johnny "guitar" watson (vocals)
Ensemble: (singing)
We got de talkin' shoes!
We de mammy nuns!
Napoleon murphy brock (vocals)
Bob harris (vocals)
Johnny "guitar" watson (vocals)
Ensemble: (singing)
De white boy troubles!
(white boy troubles!)
De white
You know the dealy, for really
I get you open like act
Doors and worldwide rap tours
Everything I wrote soak through
Brown and black pores
Be familiar,
and Lost Boys fucking up some commas
Back To The Future, Marty and Doc Brown
Cursing Kanye 'cause he brought the Nike stock down
Soundwave tripping, he
(Poison) Yeah fellas, that was another dope one
You know what I'm sayin', Mike?
Yeah, B.B.D. In full effect
Yo', wassup to Ralph T and Johnny G
And I
hearted with no room for forgiveness
I got ? about 3 in each ? prop 215 fuckin me down in O.C.
The punk claimed that he knew Johnny Richter
Something
the jackulator
Ill fanatic, leave em con beat and battered
They all look at are, another hip hop star
Brown Hornet, I got MCs cornered like a rat
I hit
Beethoven, Bach, and Brahms
I want some James Brown
Even Bruce, Brian, Bono, Beck, yeah
Chuck Berry prince, Stevie, Sly, Smokey
Johnny Cash in my Chevy
Heard
timers give thanks
Niggas like Barkley's
Luke arm and Hank brought their kids
Water guns spraying off in the Bridge
At the Johnny pump everybody having
slim
Call it Missy i got that Bobby Brown
But I ran out of Whitney
Still got some Brittney, got a lot of Lindsey
Citgo on 48, come get this Julius Erving
those leather boots
That's why she only grooves on fruits
And Johnny's glum, he's got no one
He's no fun, no fun
Kenny's tough
He's had enough
Of watching
gone
Where is the flame that once was burning
Deep inside your soft brown eyes?
Where is the soul that once was yearning
For peace but not for
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