't afford to check it I wish somebody come along and run in to it and wreck it Come on, since my baby parted, come on I can't get started, come on I
Traduction: Chuck Berry. Come On.
Chuck Berry/Brian Wilson (uncredited lyricist) Let's hear it Look who came to sing Louder Are you ready for em? Well let 'em know you're welcoming them come
drink is my shit Stop playin, Youtube But tonight we on that Red Berry and Cranberry, Soo Woo [Lil Wayne:] And I'm smokin' on that purp Sippin' on that
thought my dirty raps were kinda funny but close minded people thought I was only out to make money But check on back cuz it's a fact obscenity is no new thing remember Chuck Berry
(Chuck Berry) I got on a city bus and found a vacant seat, I thought I saw my future bride walking up the street, I shouted to the driver hey conductor
got the glass jar And when I hit it, admit it Ya'll on ya'll ass ya'll We on the same team You don't wanna pass the ball Chuck and gun up the dough You
( Chuck Berry ) Louie, Louie, oh baby Baby, Louie, Louie Gotta sing my song Louie, Louie, oh baby Now Louie, Louie Come on, help me sing this song I
Hank Williams sang it Number 3 drove it Chuck Berry twanged it Will Farmer wrote it Aretha Franklin sold it Dolly Parton graced it Rosa Parks rode it
on, they let sun in, no blinds All I drink is my shit Stop playin, Youtube But tonight we on that Red Berry and Cranberry, Soo Woo [Lil Wayne] And I'm smokin' on
, how do you reply to that? You see a lot of people don't realize that you know Rock n' Roll is truly black music, it was created by Chuck Berry, Little
Hank Williams sang it, Number 3 drove it Chuck Berry twanged it, Will Faulkner wrote it Aretha Franklin sold it, Dolly Parton graced it Rosa Parks rode
, I can hardly wait I'm hungry so when I come through hand me a plate Or that down hun southern cook connect jam Now easy on the ham, but heavy on the
(Chuck Berry) Let me tell you 'bout a girl I know, I found her walking down an uptown street. She's so fine, you know I wish she was mine, I get shook
'til I got back in the USA (Come on, boy!) / INSTRUMENTAL / Lookin' hard for a drive-in, searchin' for a corner café Where hamburgers sizzle on
hey sure does smell like rain Woody Guthrie was a walkin? man In the dust bowl days Had a six string guitar in his hands He killed a fascist every day Chuck Berry
