up like motherfucking' Tupac Shakur You a, "Black Jesus," heart attack seizures Too many cheeseburgers McDonald's Big Mac greases White devil, washed up honkey Mixed up cracker who crossed over to country
a country boy name of Johnny B. Goode... Who never ever learned to read or write so well, But he could play the guitar like ringing a bell. Go Go...
to New Orleans, way back up in the woods among the evergreens, there stand a country cabin made of clay and wood, where lives a young country boy
self We kept it real in the field what's up dolla bill I had dream we was smokin' cous up on the hill With Ben you did big for a country KIF Long as
a big hoedown And we got a little tonk in our country Got a little funk in the groove We're gonna raise some hell, gonna ring your bell We're gonna
little good timin' Beer drinkin', pool shootin' Honky-tonk, girl Once upon another time Before she moved to The Big Apple Wedding bells were gonna ring in a country
do that one right yo Verse 3: To whom it may concern on this mother[BACKWARDS] test I got the zest to clip ya thru ya vest Little shortys with big
Yeah Alright Way to go Ooooooh Ooooooooh Way to Go, Yeah! alright.... On a dark country highway, in my candy-apple corvér a strong smell of colidas
Bella Mafia, nigga I play to reign They put my album in the street like they pump the 'caine I'm like bleach, Lil' Kim leave a permanent stain! I'm feared in my country
then burp him Don't fuck around, I'm not your lil' homey I'm the King of the Underground, so act like you know me Homie, we big steppin', big reppin
Yeah, yeah Ladies and gentlemen, may I present May I introduce, four of New York's finest Give it up for the X-Ecutioners Yo, I'm like a country wild
of all people both near and afar Christmas everywhere Feel the love of the season wherever you are On the small country roads lined with green mistletoe Big
I'm just a big bang baller on a budget Dank weed, smokin' like 'fuck it' City slicker, country nigga, reppin' straight from Kentucky Horseshoes and rabbit
country boy name of Johnny B. Goode He never ever learned to read or write so well But he could play the guitar like ringing a bell Go go Go Johnny go
you'd become and the positions you'd hold But this was long before you and Jackie Geronimo Met in the Prelude Park at midnight Now when it came to bells
is used to make clones You got CD-Rom, everythang operates by computers Then what happens when circuit breaks Y2K's the big scare Scientists say we ain't prepared What I feel is contrare Alexander Graham Bell
country boy named Johnny B.Goode Who'd never ever learned to read or write so well But he could play a guitar just like a ringin' a bell Go go go Johnny
will it tell of the Liberty Bell As it rang with a thud o'er Kinzua mud And of brave Uncle Sam in Alaska this year My country 'tis of thy people you'