(Intro) The Peoples champ baby that be yours truly Paul Wall You know what Im talkin bout Gettin this money all day and all night and you know Im flyer
around leave her alone And this means you if your name's in this song She'll break your Hart Freddie and hurt your Pride Charlie Johnny she'll spend all your Cash
, Johnny Cash I ain't through with you yet Get up, I ain't through with you yet I ain't through with you yet Johnny Cash, get up Then he crawled out
Maine We keep the tour bus rollin' Just like it was a big old Sherman tank Like those who came before us Owens, Haggard, Willie, Waylon, Jones and Hank (And Johnny Cash
Clock on the wall says 1:00 pm Don't know why I'm smashed again... Don't know why I'm smashed again Cant believe this mess I'm in Johnny Walker's my
Better take one and pass or that's that ass Your vital statistics are low and fallin' fast Johnny Blaze out to get loot like Johnny Cash Play a game
's leaves and bright eyes Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind Stands strong in my favorites of all time Along with you and your Technicolor eyes You say Johnny Cash
rich, my lawyer stay down Lay down and play the playground You joke ass, broke ass, ran out of smoke ass Gay ass, oh, bitch touch the wall Old sissy
are, up and down that I-10 East to west on I-20, just say the leak and I'm on the wind 20 large, it's all cash Show Style Baller, I'm on the way Tell Johnny
' Johnny Richter, If your late on the rent, they call me Johnny the evictor, To play with my money is to play with my emotions, Like tokens in Vegas, your ass is cash
loves to rock Yeah, she's closer to the bottom But she's headed for the top She's got a dream to be a star Dressed in black like Johnny Cash With a pink
a back, I'm black and I can Decker Nigga, ya figgedy figure the way I kick it I'm dashin', I stiggedy stuck Johnny for his Cash and I trashed him, I miggedy
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
fly girl with a landing strip begging for hot wax A lonely upper lip and it's begging for a mustache A prison system that listens to the parables of Johnny Cash
SHANTYTOWN Writer Johnny Cash - June Carter « © '67 Anne Rachel Music, ASCAP / Song Of Cash Music, ASCAP » (I live down in Shantytown
wait to try her brand new wings On brand new things And she needs no rhyme or reason, when she goes Her mind is on what lies beyond that wall of blue
woke up this morning in a terrible mood Now you talk about a woman treatin' a good man rude She had me talkin' to myself gazin' at that mean ol' wall
youth dead, before the age of twenty-one Left his son to grow, in the ghettoes of the slums With a shot that go, for twisted metal for cash flow React