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Johnny Smith

high that I can kiss the sky How sick? So sick that you can suck my dick Look up in the sky, it's a bird, it's a plane Recognize, Johnny Blaze, ain'

So you drop the top, it's time get out Kind of how it is when you kick eight bars And not rhyme once and still sound fly Wheee! Peekin' at the Smith

Jones 'White Lightnin', man Patsy Cline 'Walkin' After Midnight Tammy Wynette 'Stand By Your Man' That's what I'm talkin' about Dolly Parton, Loretta Lynn Connie Smith Johnny

Horace Silver, Bill Evans to Terry Gibbs on the vibe Gary Burton and album archives Like Donald Byrd George Duke and Lee Morgan Shirley Scott, Groove Holmes and Jimmy Smith

Holiday, Cathy Hughes Charlie Parker, Betty Shabazz Denzel Washington, Coretta Scott King Morgan Freeman, Angela Davis James Earl Jones, Nat King Cole Curtis Mayfield, Bob Johnson Marvin Gaye, Johnnie

YOUR MEM'RY COMES ALONG (Johnny Tillotson - Paul Tannen) « © '65 Ridge Music » (Then your mem'ry comes along) Tears start falling I can

a bath in a month You can find me where the thugs be at, club be at A fact, I love women, 'cuz they love me back The name's Johnny, they used to call

m throwin' elbows (The name) Mic Doc this is hip hop (Say what?) Roll with the Hit Squad, stomp like the Go-Bots (Shiggedy shots bust) Parrish Smith

'll fuckin lose ya breath cause all I do is smoke the real shit And im the nigga wit mo money den Will Smith I'm da nigga wit mo money den Will Smith