Letras:
Johnny Blanco

1, 2... you know? (Johnny Blanco) Chea!! Yeah, Yeah! (The Ghost) Whoo!! WL, Double R, 2O, you know? hahahaha Casper Producer Co., Holla!!! 108 Corona!! Yeah! Blanco

Blanco] I got you [Sticky F.] Oh shit... yo, turn the mic up [J. Blanco] Let these niggaz know what we talk about here [Chorus:] [J. Blanco] If you could

: Depuis quelques temps je suis blanc comme un Cachet, Je suis sur que ca vient de la bouffe, encore un virus qu'on M'a cache. Mon assiette est pleine

sang de ton ennemi johnny m'a dit, johnny m'a dit ecarte le rouge, ecarte le blanc la seule couleur, c'est noir brillant johnny m'a dit, johnny m'a

s jumping salty, ain't no trade out on the streets, Half past the unlucky, and the hawk's a front-row seat Dressed in full orchestration, stage-door Johnny

I'm dreaming of a white Christmas Just like the ones I used to know Where the treetops glisten and children listen To hear sleigh bells in the snow I

Oh God said to Abraham, "Kill me a son" Abe says, "Man, you must be puttin' me on" God say, "No." Abe say, "What?" God say, "You can do what you want

of Johnny B. Goode... He never ever learned to read or write so well, But he could play the guitar like ringing a bell. Go Go Go Johnny Go Go Go Johnny

Serve me right to suffer Serve me right to be alone Hey, to be alone Lawd, serve me right to suffer Oh! Serve me right to be alone Hey, to be alone