up to you Johnny's got a problem Johnny's got a problem and he's outta control... Johnny's got a problem he's outta control He's got static of the brain
a sample you ain't got Not one damn thing for a nigga to ride to But I been gettin' funky since I was in high school Growin' up in that Bootsy's rubber
That's the problem with Diazepam, so many things I don't remember But I've got a sinking feeling, it's not that I'm a clairvoyant But I think I creeped
's Now they stuck with them handguns I thug it out with T.B., and Johnny Handsome I hand none niggaz no credit, you see I'm iller than most I'm kinda
, it's been quiet in the Bronx since Kate Rich got killed I heard some kid wearin' a mink Fakin' like he live in Brooklyn squealed We gon' need Johnny
[N.A.R.D. / Johnny P] So I'll leave here mama I'll be there, ok Cadillac (cadillac) pimpin... pimpin (escalade) Do or Die Ridin through the cold Chi
deville, flossin off behind the wheel it's appeal Took a chill, but I still had to pose And if I pause, it's because I left my condom Chorus: johnny
out and shells exchange I wanna see these niggaz die die, make they mom feel hell-a pain Walk around like I got a broom in my pants Na that's a fuckin' A
sitting there just asking for some curly hair I knew that I was getting where I wanted to be But someone must have warned you, so it's Anchors Aweigh This Johnny's
talk a week I said, ?I'm sorry, baby, look, I gotta go? She was a telephone freak She said, '?Oh Johnny, talk a little longer With you I'm so in love
'cause I'm blastin, we're fast when I seen (seen) fake ass OG's (OG'S). I'm ridin me (ridin me), Mo Thug is where I be, I'm down again So put'em up,
's the big deal? Let's just go for it. J: Well, it's just that it's a bit bloody smoky in here. I can't see a thing. W: Oh, alright we can open a window
war is good. Let's try another; Johnny blew his head off-Johnny listened to metal. Therefore metal killed Johnny. That's logical, it's settled. Take it
, you gotta teach him how to act And I hate cough syrup, don't you? I'd rather be a sailor than a fighter I'd like to sail a ship into the sun If you
worries on my mind When I'd go fishin' I put on my old torn shirt My little dog would lick my face whenever I got hurt And if I was good I'd get an extra
, when I pull up in suicide do's 400 dollar loc's on my face, with diamonds in my mouth And I'm well acquainted with Johnny, bitch I'm shining in the
to know it Eventually my A's turned into D's Eventually my O's made its way to E I'm tense, I'm not at ease, there's nigga's with degrees That ain't
