Lyrics:
I'm going hard with the gang
All you see body bags
I wanna meet Johnny Dang
I want my diamonds to
I want my diamonds to dance
Imma go get me bag
S-T-A-R (S-T-A)
S-T-A-R
Each, peach, cheek bones
I spy Tom Jones
Tom Jones down in Peckham
I spy David Beckham
David Beckham on the train
I spy
of Bill,
And Johnny's lads stand very still.
With the thumpire's shout, they all start to clout
- there's no guns in this gentleman's bout.
Georgie moves
Jimmy Rogers, Patsy Cline
We lost Hank at 29
Roy Acuff, Johnny Horton and dancin' Bill Monroe
Woodie Guthrie, Bob Wills
Spade Cooley, Kitty Wells
(no!)
Old Captain Jack (yeah)
Giving them what for
He's the pauper of the surf
The jester of Tortuga (0h God)
But is Davy Jones' locker
What lies in
Hank Jr. - Family Tradition; Willie Nelson - Angel Flyin' Too Close To The Ground; Ray Price - Crazy Arms; Johnny Cash - Sunday Morning Coming Down. Now
[N.A.R.D. / Johnny P]
So I'll leave here mama I'll be there, ok
Cadillac (cadillac) pimpin... pimpin (escalade)
Do or Die Ridin through the cold
Mariah, I seen the big black Ford
Well, he's all boxed up on a red belle dame
Hunted Black Johnny with a blind man's cane
A yellow bullet with a rag out in
Mariah, I seen the big black Ford
Well he's all boxed up on a red belle dame
Hunted Black Johnny with a blind man's cane
A yellow bullet with a rag out
[N.A.R.D. / Johnny P]
So I'll leave here mama I'll be there, ok
Cadillac (cadillac) pimpin... pimpin (escalade)
Do or Die Ridin through the cold
sprinkle with her icicle eyelash
Ask Cappa Pendergrass for backstage passes
Special guest, no more Johnny Blaze, Johnny Mathis
Acrobat, run up on that
sprinkle with her icicle eyelash
Ask Cappa Pendergrass for backstage passes
Special guest, no more Johnny Blaze, Johnny Mathis
Acrobat, run up on that
and roll
She's Dark Side of the Moon
And I'm more Lovesick Blues
She likes them Rolling Stones
I'm die hard Haggard and Jones
I don't know where we fell in
I got a slow hand like twitty
No show jones but I’m coming to your city
I walk the line and look real good in black
But I’ll never be cool as Cash
why these lames not in my lane bitch?
When I'm home alone think which of these walls I'mma paint bitch
I flex like Bones Jones when in the wrong I still
T Bannon, Race
Security
Sim Sim Salabim
Study, study, study now
Judo later
Sim Sim Salabim
Davy Jones locker caged
Pirating
Sim Sim Salabim
Delirium
right out the jets
You rappin indirect
But it's lookin like a movie shoot
How they sendin all these damn actors at the set
[Jim Jones]
It goes get 'em
There ain't no better music than good old country tunes
Love to hear them twangy classics from Johnny and June
Even driving through the city, I crank
I never had the chance to meet Merle Haggard
I never had the chance to meet George Jones
I lived too far away from where the country music played
But
another thing clear
Blame it on the cowgirls
And the rednecks
The jukebox
And Johnny Paycheck
Don't blame the cure
For the pain or the suds
I'm turnin'
Highway
And old George Jones I'm glad to see he's finally getting straight
And Waylon staying home and loving Jesse more these days
And nobody wants
highway and old George Jones
I'm glad to see he's finally getting straight
And Waylon staying home and loving Jesse more these days
And nobody wants
Highway
And old George Jones I'm glad to see he's finally getting straight
And Waylon staying home and loving Jesse more these days
And nobody wants
jones for your body and your skin tone
Five minutes alone I'm already on the bone
Plus I love the fact you got a mind of your own
No need to shop
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