the right timin' With a breakin' voice I fell down on my knees And she said, "Hey boy, I thought you'd never ask I've been lovin' on you since a long
Well, everybody sees me bein' a blinin' country rock star Drivin' downtown, poundin' honky tonk sounds in my bandit car They didn't know me back in '92
, I can tell there's somethin' that you're wantin' to say And I'm so afraid of where this is goin' I know life ain't easy when you're livin' with a man
Crank the Hank, find a football game and chug a beer ice cold Hey, if you want to turn a country boy on Turn a country boy on, turn a country boy on
my evening news About how they're losin' billions and it's up to me and you To come running to the rescue Well pardon me if I don't shed a tear Cause
He's got a sunburn on his left arm From hangin' out a Peterbilt window Got a wife and three kids on the farm Drivin' just as fast as he can go, yeah
just the son of a preacher man, oh yeah I'm just the son, I'm just the son Hey, I'm the son of a preacher man Hey, of a preacher man
palm of my hand I was the envy of every man And it was beautiful What a perfect little life we found We built it up and I tore it all down Like a fool
cry So why does somebody always have to die?" Mr. White collar in an uptown high rise Finishin' a twelve hour day A double tall glass of tequila sunrise Takes a
up and he marched over Left a lot of brothers dead in kawagalie If it wasn't for the good Lord and the man There wouldn't be a breath of freedom in
John Blazed J-J-J-John Blaze Ja-Ja-ah-John Bla-Blaze J-Ja-J-Ja, John Blaze Johnny Blaze, ain't a damn thing changed J-J-J-John Blaze Ja-Ja-ah-John
had a hard day Fuck around with the Don and get John Blazed J-j-john Blaze J-j-john Blaze J-j-john Blaze Johnny Blaze ain't a damn thing changed J-
Spinbad J-J-J-John Blaze Ja-Ja-ah-John Bla-Blaze J-Ja-J-Ja, John Blaze "Johnny Blaze ain't a damn thing changed!" -- Method Man Verse Three:
J-J-J-John Blaze Ja-Ja-ah-John Bla-Blaze J-Ja-J-Ja, John Blaze "Johnny Blaze ain't a damn thing changed!" -- Method Man Verse Three: Jadakiss Aiyyo
ve been there, through rich and the poor This bitch gotta twist up and hit Aiin't that some shit, I gotta ask, ain't that a bitch But a nigga gotta keep
