Lyrics:
the cam while I roll up a gram
Reppin' Triple D we the south side
Always going in never outside
Soon I'm leaving Johnny's with the mouth wide
All ice
a green light turns to red
Ooh why can't you see ooh Johnny B
CHORUS.
The situation's tight
You are billin' by the night
Can't choose between the wrongs
Now why this man's soul was bleeding
The angel had to understand
So invisible, he stood by him
And then gently touched his hand
Which
Written by b. setzer
Cruisin' 'round this hopeless town,
Down the lovely streets of desire
You're my angel of mercy all dressed in white
And I'm
Johnny in his feelings
Off that liquor (Off that liquor)
While you playin' around that
Belly gettin' bigger (Oh yeah)
You can talk to me my dawg
You know
own
Worry none, to each his own
Move different can't trust a soul
Stack cheddar, that provolone
She get it in deuce
By seduce
Whip that 45
Got 'em in
FINALLY GOT HOLD OF JOHNNY
THEY FED HIM TO THE BUZZARDS
THEY STAKED HIS HANDS TO THE HOT RED ROCK
AND PINNED HIS EYES TO THE SUN
THEY SLIT HIM OPEN
own
Shit like that
Fuck, as long as your bitch smiling
When see me, you know
I mean, shit
To each his own
Pray for my presence, lil' babyor you leave
at a breakneck speed only reachable by a, a seventy-something in tear-away vestments.
And so, like the pilgrims before him, Dino Sore tightened the laces of his
He was just an old country doctor
In a little Kentucky town
Fame and fortune had passed him by
But we never saw him frown
As day by day in his
But now, nobody's takin' your candy
You just keep on livin' this tragedy
La la la la la la la
To each his own
But, I wait for you to take my
When they snatched my niggas up, I got a new lawyer
They start off young so they shoot for you, I groom 'em
Soon they become their own bosses
Let me tell you about big man, big man Johnny G had a problem, problem living free
He was taken for a ride by his own created reality
And as for he's
the way
And he got hit by an emotional ricochet
It's a bit more now than dressing up dolly
Playing house seems so melancholy
Shot with his own gun
left for town, on his own two feet he went
Passing the miles by, in hopes of a new life he found
Nothing but more of the same, it's not what you would
and listen to me
Straight ahead a green light turns to red
Ooh why can't you see ooh Johnny be
[CHORUS.]
The situation's tight
You are billin' by
to me
Straight ahead a green light turns to red
Ooh why can't you see ooh Johnny be
CHORUS.
The situation's tight
You are billin' by the night
of Babylon
Where each lad goes mad
When they rattle on
And fall upon
The Madland, where Oxydon
Boss in a box of his own octagon
What an Oxymoron
Paradoxical
provin'
He's worth again
With hammer in hand he wins
Retreated to his home
Loki "died" by suicide and Odin
Sat back on the throne
Okay, let's take it back
"Why is she so small?"
"Monty, make it stop"
Mister Roberts choked on a yoghurt
Mister Beezles mauled by weasels
If you're after buckets of gore
"Why is she so small?"
"Monty, make it stop"
Mister Roberts choked on a yoghurt
Mister Beezles mauled by weasels
If you're after buckets of gore
a minute, we like to thank
Each and every one of you hoes for comin' out to Club Hub City
I am sexy Leroy, backed up by the fantabulous chocolate lovelitez
a million, come on big shot, let's play Monopoly
[Verse 3]
He got a DVD flow
They need to give me man, Smack, his own TV show
The voice of the jails, voice
but his own
See, he couldn't protect Mommy's neck from Daddy's grasp
Or, protect Mommy's ass from Daddy's wrath
Couldn't shield her ears from
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