up to you Johnny's got a problem Johnny's got a problem and he's outta control... Johnny's got a problem he's outta control He's got static of the brain
s the problem with Diazepam, so many things I don't remember But I've got a sinking feeling, it's not that I'm a clairvoyant But I think that I creeped
Sara cry a lot After that I forgot what she said That's the problem with Klonopin, so many things I don't remember But I got a sinking feeling, I think
a sample you ain't got Not one damn thing for a nigga to ride to But I been gettin' funky since I was in high school Growin' up in that Bootsy's rubber
That's the problem with Diazepam, so many things I don't remember But I've got a sinking feeling, it's not that I'm a clairvoyant But I think I creeped
's Now they stuck with them handguns I thug it out with T.B., and Johnny Handsome I hand none niggaz no credit, you see I'm iller than most I'm kinda
, it's been quiet in the Bronx since Kate Rich got killed I heard some kid wearin' a mink Fakin' like he live in Brooklyn squealed We gon' need Johnny
[N.A.R.D. / Johnny P] So I'll leave here mama I'll be there, ok Cadillac (cadillac) pimpin... pimpin (escalade) Do or Die Ridin through the cold Chi
deville, flossin off behind the wheel it's appeal Took a chill, but I still had to pose And if I pause, it's because I left my condom Chorus: johnny
out and shells exchange I wanna see these niggaz die die, make they mom feel hell-a pain Walk around like I got a broom in my pants Na that's a fuckin' A
sitting there just asking for some curly hair I knew that I was getting where I wanted to be But someone must have warned you, so it's Anchors Aweigh This Johnny's
talk a week I said, ?I'm sorry, baby, look, I gotta go? She was a telephone freak She said, '?Oh Johnny, talk a little longer With you I'm so in love
'cause I'm blastin, we're fast when I seen (seen) fake ass OG's (OG'S). I'm ridin me (ridin me), Mo Thug is where I be, I'm down again So put'em up,
's the big deal? Let's just go for it. J: Well, it's just that it's a bit bloody smoky in here. I can't see a thing. W: Oh, alright we can open a window
war is good. Let's try another; Johnny blew his head off-Johnny listened to metal. Therefore metal killed Johnny. That's logical, it's settled. Take it
, you gotta teach him how to act And I hate cough syrup, don't you? I'd rather be a sailor than a fighter I'd like to sail a ship into the sun If you
worries on my mind When I'd go fishin' I put on my old torn shirt My little dog would lick my face whenever I got hurt And if I was good I'd get an extra
