when I didn?t give a fuck Now I got My son Shoot a nigga he die public enemy number 1 But,this ain?t no action flick no johnny depp shit When tep spit
Horace Silver (Bill Evans) to Terry Gibbs on the vibe Gary Burton and album archives like Donald Byrd George Duke and Lee Morgan Shirley Scott Groove Holmes and Jimmy Smith
: (feat. Lil' Kim) [Will Smith] Uh, uh, uh What? Whoo! Ha-ha Yeah mic check Mic, mic, mic, mic, mic, mic, mic, mic Alright now let's go yo [Lil' Kim
the hallway, He merged perfectly, the mirror in the hallway The boy looked at johnny, johnny wanted to run, But the movie kept moving as planned The boy took johnny
high that I can kiss the sky How sick? So sick that you can suck my dick Look up in the sky, it's a bird, it's a plane Recognize, Johnny Blaze, ain'
187; Waitin' waitin' for the redcoats to come But all I hear in my frozen ears is ten thousand drums Ten thousand drums Johnny Johnny don't be afraid
So you drop the top, it's time get out Kind of how it is when you kick eight bars And not rhyme once and still sound fly Wheee! Peekin' at the Smith
It was the thirty first gathering of the Thompsons, Joneses, and Smiths There were tables full of chicken, taters, collard greens, and grits Well, it
Jones 'White Lightnin', man Patsy Cline 'Walkin' After Midnight Tammy Wynette 'Stand By Your Man' That's what I'm talkin' about Dolly Parton, Loretta Lynn Connie Smith Johnny
rhythm and blues To all you rich black folks with your glissining jewels Entrepeneurs all you millionaire dudes Before you catch another case limit your moves Johnny
Horace Silver, Bill Evans to Terry Gibbs on the vibe Gary Burton and album archives Like Donald Byrd George Duke and Lee Morgan Shirley Scott, Groove Holmes and Jimmy Smith
and my old buddy Johnny we'd go riding around If there was trouble to be found But man we dang sure did Cutting donuts in the fields Till old man Smith
Holiday, Cathy Hughes Charlie Parker, Betty Shabazz Denzel Washington, Coretta Scott King Morgan Freeman, Angela Davis James Earl Jones, Nat King Cole Curtis Mayfield, Bob Johnson Marvin Gaye, Johnnie
I smoke and sell more coke than coca-cola do I'm built to last, up in that ass my crew makes all the noise How you lookin like emmitt smith, runnin back
YOUR MEM'RY COMES ALONG (Johnny Tillotson - Paul Tannen) « © '65 Ridge Music » (Then your mem'ry comes along) Tears start falling I can
and get creamed kid My pen is registered like Bruce Lee on loose leaf My crew be, timped down puffing looseys Drop the slick shit, nigga wanna get with Swiss Smith
a bath in a month You can find me where the thugs be at, club be at A fact, I love women, 'cuz they love me back The name's Johnny, they used to call
How sick? So sick that you can suck my dick Look up in the sky it's a bird it's a plane Recognize, Johnny Blaze, ain't a damn thing changed How high?
