Testi:
Cash Johnny Here Was A Man

(Joy to the world, the Lord is come) Here was a man, a man Who was born in a small village The son of a peasant woman He grew up in another small village

on the streets you don't hear a peep ni**a it's a god damn shame, somebody explain why they sent a Bad Boy to play a grown man's game Tear that a*s

that ass Your vital statistics are low and fallin fast Johnny Blaze out to get loot like Johnny Cash Play a game of Russian Roulette and have a blast

was shoppin at, Macy's, want to have a wife and babies Supportin 'em from endeavors that consistantly pay me Real estate investments and a big Mercedes maybe Somethin, a

gun blast) 'Cause Johnny wanted to be a thug runnin' from cops out on the block, the boy was hot and didn't give a fuck (scandolous) Runnin' up in the

the outlaws, Who weren't afraid to cross the line. What happened to the workin' man, Who sang the truth about their troubled lives. I was raised in Georgia, in a

fuckin with a lunatic a psycho in a war zone Nobody's boostin me I'm tootin cane on my own I ?? them booties now I'm sittin here countin my cash I'm all

(feat. Johnny P) [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

Everyday be the same on a level, too, shovels graves In the sight of a psychopath, TEC and lead 'em all dead Than a mobsta Johnny Gotti with a tommy,