(feat. Tung Twista, Johnny P) [Chorus: Johnny P] Do you wanna riiide? In the backseat, of a Caddy Chop it up, with Do or Die Do you wanna riiide? In
[Intro: Method Man] One time... Huhh, all up in ya like a bone when I... Johnny Blaze, the Iron Lung Foxy Brown, the Ill Na Na (yeah, c'mon, yeah,
bust a bitch ass and shit see she did 12 months over a ratchet not no crab shit got bagged with the mag taxi cab shit clit was hangin out her panties
and flip off a cop. Girls give me props and there on my jock. Paris Hilton said thats hot when she saw my cock!thats hot! [Chorus] Johnny 3 Tears:
nose I'm a bull mongrel that's me Shimon Peres whatcha gonna do I'm from detroit blow the reveille deatho knocko that's me little ol'me glamorous me Johnny
t rollin' in my clique, You don't like it? Throw a fit! I ain't workin' 9 to 5, I'm just clubbin' everynight, Spendin' all my money waste time, Call me Johnny
Through the smoke and the oil Pumpin' iron around the scene Let the radiator boil Got no back down shift And a two dollar grill Got an '85 cab ...... (
Doin' a little drinking at my favorite bar Got so smashed I couldn't drive my car Got the phone and called me a cab Got thrown out, and couldn't pay
sun don't shine, the rain don't stop Cops totin' glocks, yet they still gettin' shot Niggas is snakin', filthy and in this lab of bakin' Cab dollar makin
Dawn quit to bust a bitch ass and shit See she did twelve months over a ratchet Not, no crab shit, got bagged with the mag Taxi cab shit Clit was hangin
smoke and the oil Pumpin' iron around the scene Let the radiator boil Got no back down shift And a two dollar grill Got an '85 cab ...... *Hang
smoke and the oil Pumpin' iron around the scene Let the radiator boil Got no back down shift And a two dollar grill Got an '85 cab on an '85 hill
Chorus: johnny p Do you wanna riiide? In the backseat, of a caddy Chop it up, with do or die Do you wanna riiide? In the backseat, of a caddy
Doin' a little drinking at my favorite bar Got so smashed I couldn't drive my car Got the phone and called me a cab Got thrown out, and couldn't pay my
I swore Was Johnny calling out to me, I flung open the door Johnny's head was home, it took a taxi cab Alas, it was too late, his body had gone bad Johnny
One time Huh, all up in ya like a bone when I Johnny Blaze, the Iron Lung Foxy Brown, the Ill Na Na Destination, plat' Yo Na Na, so ill, first week out
gir named Nellie Blie He's your man but he's doin' you wrong Now Frankie looked over with transom she saw to her susrprice There on the cab sat Johnny
, that's me Baby, that's me Shimon Peres, whatcha gonna do I'm from Detroit, blow the reveille Deatho knocko That's me, little old me, glamorous me Johnny
