They found Johnny hollin' In the grocery store next door Then the policeman Handcuffed and beat him And they took Johnny out of sight He said, 'That
the corner Well, it ain't ever run and it ain't ever gonna Doctored odometers and forged inspections Landed my pappy in the House of Correction Cadillac Jack
Пераклад: Чэмпіён Джэк Дзюпрэ. Фрэнкі і Джоні.
Пераклад: Саутсайд Джоні і Asbury Джукс. Cadillac Jack.
lies in store? yeah, we've seen the movie throw your hands in the air and say hell yeah, come on captain jack what? johnny depp no from the front
When you're driving down the highway at night And you're feelin' that Wild Turkey's bite Don't give Johnny Walker a ride 'Cause Jack Black is right by
' my prayers and lightly confessin', I can hear hot licks From a set of drums upstairs. Well, it couldn't be johnny 'cause he isn't there; Johnny's overseas
' my prayers and lightly confessin' I can hear hot licks From a set of drums upstairs Well, it couldn't be Johnny 'cause he isn't there Johnny's overseas
Life is full of pain, I'm cruisin' through my brain And I fill my nose with snow and go rimbaud, Go rimbaud, go rimbaud, And go johnny go, and do the
couple chords Forgets a couple breaks Johnny says he's bound By only six strings to this world Johnny Quest hates sellout bands And Johnny Punk snorts ritilin And Johnny
know This Marley grow, no time to move feet Make it slow, you tellin' me no Say you want to start the show Like cool, Johnny Depp and you want to blow
's too good for my baby Oh, no (Nothing's too good for my girl) I walk around with my chest stuck out 'Cause my baby's worth braggin' about Every Johnnie, Jack, and
mistake, it was 'de boom' Bust in on my man in the next room Wheee! Fuck you, Johnny The spoon-fed Apple Jacks in bed room Fresh freak with the ice cubes and
) Cuffed up and hosed down, pimped up and hoe down Plus I got a whole city to hold down From the bottom to the top, so only place to go down And keep
in your hand and you bringing the music of the - Wu-Tang Clan And you hear Ironman on your - radio rapping Your feet start the dancing and your - hands
re feeling your cards, deep in your gut It was a cash game, 100 200 dollar table Me and Johnny Mack sitting, God willing and able July 23rd and 4th,
(Tom Waits) Hang on St. Christopher Through the smoke and the oil Pumpin' iron around the scene Let the radiator boil Got no back down shift And
