Letras:
Cash Johnny Here Was A Man

(Joy to the world, the Lord is come) Here was a man, a man Who was born in a small village The son of a peasant woman He grew up in another small village

Now what was I to be, a product of this heated pa*sion Momma got pregnant, and poppa got a piece of a*s Look how it began, nobody gave a f**k about me

blast) 'Cause Johnny wanted to be a thug runnin' from cops out on the block, the boy was hot and didn't give a fuck (scandolous) Runnin' up in the black

Eatin' at the cafe, 50 years ain't missed a day Six gears, John Deere's, man it's been a good year Got the rain, crops came, it was a blessing Main Street

I crawls from the mall Man im so fly no connections no jet lag ?Parvay? carat stones I break them off bad Im a hustla chasing meal tickets on a daily

the game Was worryin' about a white boy gettin' the fame They dug out the foundation Now let me give a demonstration Say, you got a dope group from the

bars The night the promise was broken I was drunk and far away from home, Sleeping with a stranger In the back seat of a borrowed car Thunder road ... Here

's the man? Who's the man? (The Heavster, time keeps on slipping) Who's the man? Who's the man? Who's the man Phenomenon one, phenomenon two Who's the man

politics Why wouldnt i? Says negro on my birth certificate Born in 1960 in a nation Throughout / ive been a spokesperson For a generation Within the same ol fear of a