the old songs It takes one to know me I guess, you're the one We've lived out all the stories Sang all the old songs It takes one to know me And you
Do it like that Just like that Do it, do it like that Just like that Do it like that Just like that Bounce it from the back Let me hit it from the {back
me Better take one and pass or that's that ass Your vital statistics are low and fallin fast Johnny Blaze out to get loot like Johnny Cash Play a
know a nigga been all over the world man) Australia, China, Africa...England (you know it's the same shit everywhere I go, you know) [Bone Thugs N
ya feel? Let me know if everything remains real! Word up! Tell me how ya feel! I feel good tonight, talk to me tell me how do ya feel so that everything
one God knows where and there's one in Japan Was a hundred degrees you got shit scared and ran Well Johnny go easy Johnny go fast Johnny come lately and Johnny
dead of night I think I found the one for me Take a look at my life, all black Take a look at my clothes, all black Like Johnny Cash, all black Like
me happy when skies are gray You'll never know dear, how much I love you Please don't take my sunshine away You told me once, dear, you really loved me
dropped to the canvas Scandalous, made the metro panic Cause static, with or without the automatic And while I'm at it, yo, you got cash, pass it It's
Wu thousand nuthin' but hardcore we tryin' to get land riches and more Ghost put me on to it we just do it, floss or whatever Take care of the business
I rhyme for cash I'm glad to say goodnight to Johnny Carson And brother, where you rub it 'fore you catch the magic in your Johnson Honey dips, money grips I know
it pronto Do it like that, just like that Do it, do it like that, just like that Do it like that, just like that Bounce it from the back, let me hit it
a moan, "It's the cursed cold, it's got right hold 'til I'm chilled clean through to the bone. Yet tain't being dead, it's my awful dread of an icy grave
be happy to know that as you saw me go, I was singin' this song: We'll meet again, don't know where, don't know when, but I know we'll meet again
another one She wove a red cloak so regal to see She's made it for a king's son I said and not for me but I knew it was for me She wove a pair
it don't let the money become you you take it and revolve it no matter how you get it you hustle and go get it square stick with it make sure all the
you naked baby, one whole week Time for you to give it up, let a nigga hit it up Take in on or spill it up, swallow, don't spit it up Oh when, oh when