after day shit on his mason A God steam represent the gummy with the green who walk fiend stand up on your block and burn a bean Sir Ballentine, lookin
it, huh, who got it?) Underdawgz in the building, U.D.'s (who got it, huh, who got it?) Streetlife, Size/7, what, Johnny Blaze (who got it, huh, who got
hand on my hip, don't let the black chrome slip Loose lips cause full clips to fly on the strip So I walk swift, toatin' a Johnny Walker fifth Niggas
verse] [Freeway] Two words, Freeway, two letters, A-R Turn y'all rap niggaz into two words, fast runners Like Jackie Jurner, you better sleep with your burner
feat. The Maccabees) [Intro: (singer) Killah Priest] (Freedom, we're gonna tear your kingdom down) [gunshots] Ah, Johnny, yo, got shot, my baby, Johnny
Schaf schutzen Dieser Verse zeigt auch von Weitem Wirkung, wie bei Scharfschutzen Guck wie du nach einer Line dein Gleichgewicht verlierst Mein flow ist so fat burner
come back When you're out of the blue and into the black. The king is gone but he's not forgotten Is this the story of Johnny Rotten? It's better to burn
come back When you're out of the blue and into the black. The king is gone but he's not forgotten This is the story of a Johnny Rotten It's better to burn
Combs and bizzy-bone out (I see you in the club) And by one, I'm gettin' thrown out Mami, got her toes out, ain't one army can Blaze Johnny Like Gwen
need gats, cockin heat back, be out like Freejack The heat's on, you think one-eight, and Johnny's blamed Who that nigga burn biscuits, and spit flame
tu m'as fait danser sur du verre pile tu m'as fait croire a un amour cingle moi j'etais fou de ta paleur nocturne & de ta soif a me lecher les burnes
do, so shut the fuck up and relax, this is kottonmouth fool [richter] I?m bout to help y?all understand where the fuck I?m commin? from, It?s johnny
: Lyrics by Stephen Morrissey Music by Johnny Marr Panic on the streets of London Panic on the streets of Birmingham I wonder to myself Could life ever
: [music - johnny] [lyrics - johnny] you pray the lord to save save your soul from hell to keep a place in paradise when you die in vain you blow your
care to fasten your seatbelt Enjoy your stay, welcome to L.A. Chorus: Xzibit Welcome to L.A. Where you can see the whole city burning Cause the cops
floor While the bass is bumpin' All night if your body can handle [Repeat 1] [Keith] Chillin' at the house on the hill You gotta say my my my like Johnny
: Damn nigga, what's wrong wit you [Ras Kass] (I reign) I reign more cop than Johnny Sippin' tanquery with o.j. Sportin' bruno mali Not guilty but