this is what he said He said "I hate to break it to his fans" But Johnny Ace is dead, yeah, yeah, yeah Well, I really wasn't, such a Johnny Ace fan But
lonely voice How I wish that he had stayed He had a sweet and lonely voice How I wish that he had stayed But the dealer dealt the cards And the ace
is what he said He said I hate to break it to his fans But Johnny Ace is dead, yeah, yeah, yeah Well, I really wasn't Such a Johnny Ace fan But I felt
Übersetzung: Johnny Ace. Verpfändung My Love.
Übersetzung: Simon, Paul. The Late Great Johnny Ace.
Übersetzung: Squirrel Nut Zippers. Ein Johnny Ace Weihnachten.
this is what he said He said I hate to break it to his fans But Johnny Ace is dead, yeah, yeah, yeah Well, I really wasn't Such a Johnny Ace fan But
consider no limit the only pure game left [Chorus: Ghostface Killah] We gotta know how to play your cards, have a mean poker face And know an ace deuce
feel my thunder I hit em up, cock and buss that thang Watch whatchu say, fore yo ass get Johnny Caged See that heata heata, that number one ace treata
: (One, two...) [Intro: Snoop] Yeah, I like to dedicate this record right here to my main man Johnny Cash, a real American gangster I got my nephew
in waitin, marksmen recruitin Salutin, thug confederates, rhyme and reason Time and treatin, Air Force One we leavin Panama red, holdin 52 hands for ransom My man Johnny
UK and old Mick Jagger will adopt A strangle and a swagger Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah baby Rick Wakeman will take up the electric guitar, ha And Johnny
pressure of the game They consider no limit the only pure game left We gotta know how to play your cards, have a mean pokerface And know an ace deuce
I got sparklers on the mag Flo Rida act a fool, have a furniture attack Well cause I'm young gettin' money, homeboy in Phantoms and Lac's I'm in the club with my King Johnny
the Wu is back I got my Uzi back you dudes is whack, face it the Wu is back Up at Killa Bee headquarters, full rips is poured up I saw Johnny sippin
the Diallo shootin Soldiers in waitin, marksmen recruitin Salutin, thug confederates, rhyme and reason Time and treatin, Air Force One we leavin Panama red, holdin 52 hands for ransom My man Johnny
? Lou wrong? Disappeared for a year now I'm back y'all So get down with the entrepreneur of funk Not a sloppy fat punk or a Shaolin monk Ain't down with Johnny
