don't know shit Tryin to tell y'all what's a fuckin street hit The shit's way off course It's like me tellin Johnny Cash how to sing about his horse You
I'm a bull mongrel that's me Shimon Peres whatcha gonna do I'm from detroit blow the reveille deatho knocko that's me little ol'me glamorous me Johnny
: (E. Bogle) When I was a young man I carried my pack And I lived the free life of a rover From the Murrays green basin to the dusty outback I waltzed
: (John Stewart) Well, I hope to tell you, Johnny, that I lay that rifle down but leave the noose and the calaboose and headed for another town. Well
: Crazier than GG, yet more PC than Ian Got colored teeth like Johnny Exudes a vicious disposition His hair sticks out like Colin' did, he jumps Similar
losing their jobs Right here in Wichita Wichita The home of the heavy metal Continental Where the Motor-Head Messiah was tuning the system in Johnny Magic, Johnny Magic Johnny Magic, Johnny
he must know me to understand me from what you do to realize Im you everything I do honey bee from the bee hive Ever-green squeeze dried leaf smoke Killa
hit the decks! Cause aint no need for that, hustlers and hardcores Raw to the floor raw like Reservoir Dogs The Green-Eyed Bandit can't stand it With
: Let me take you for a ride far away from the upper side we're going down to the mean street Johnny's got a brand new 38 he thinks it's gonna cure
: When I was a young man I carried my pack And I lived the free life of a rover From the Murrays green basin to the dusty outback I waltzed my Matilda
waved goodbye and the blades hit something maybe just Fate, but the blades hit the 'copter went up in flames and Johnny never went marchin' home Johnny
: [music - johnny] [lyrics - johnny] this is the story about a young man who died who didn't have the guts to fight back he put his pride in a plant
: Johnny Blakely robbed the bank way down in El Paso He got thirty four dollars and a sack of green stamps I know He didn't tell nobody but his little
depend on Johnny For he's a false young man. "Oh, don't depend on Johnny For he'll not meet you here But tarry with me in yon green woods No danger need
know me by my name Come in the lane, in the wide body frame yeah [talking:] Ay what it do, my nigga 50/50 Twin My nigga Money Green, my nigga Waynehead My nigga Big Roy, Jocky Johnnie
crazy I'm replyin rude ("slow down baby" -- LL Cool J) I'm ill, smooth as Johnny Gill Gill, my my my, I pack steel So back off softie, here's a ice cream
?) To get on the mic and let my fuckin style run Nasty fuckin greenthumb Jolly Green niggaz Tango mango, pickin havin ass Nasty epileptic disease crazy havin ass Johnny