ll honour my name I got a good name I got a good name/ I represent more than my rep/ I?m sayin?, I got a good name (x2) My last name?s come down some
the lesser evil Weapons lethal as a Desert Eagle Now my lethal weapon won, you don?t get a sequel Verse 3: No eviction notice, still I?m homeless on a poets mission Not that I?m a
New Orleans Way back up in the woods Among the evergreens Stood a log cabin Made of earth and wood Where lived a hillbilly boy Named Johnny B. Goode
me what's wrong I could really use some answers Now-a-days everybody wants to be a rapper About two years ago everybody was a trapper Obviously, money
a stage Cause we don't give a fuck don't need to act our age, hey When I'm old I'm a spend my days, laying with my girls on the beach in the shade Have
Hickory dickory dock (dock) Hickory dickory dock (dock), your girl pulled out my cock (my cock) [Chorus] Here a girl, there a girl Errwhere I go a girl
excluded I had nickels Addin' up to her kind Short stacks with a wristful of jewels Sayin she didn't need a man To make her out for a fool Dig it, miss
you must be a damn good lover By the way you look,girl,in those hip-huggers If I was a zipper I'd sneak a peek To see if you were wearing anything
white house Tryna make them turn the lights out Champaign with my campaign let me do the damn thang What's my name, what's my name, what's my name a the
back up in the woods among the evergreens... There stood a log cabin made of earth and wood, Where lived a country boy name of Johnny B. Goode... He
back up in the woods among the evergreens... there stood a log cabin made of earth and wood, where lived a country boy name of johnny b. goode... he
A lonely mother gazing out of her window Staring at a son that she just can't touch If at any time he's in a jam She'll be by his side But he doesn
A lonely mother gazing out of her window Staring at a son that she just can't touch If at any time he's in a jam She'll be by his side But he doesn't
what's wrong I could really use some answers Now-a-days everybody wants to be a rapper About two years ago everybody was a trapper Obviously, money is
or you can't, can't Be a man, be a man, man No more No more, baby I'ma do right You treat me like a lady When you open doors, doors But then you wanna
