that day Yeah, you sound like an old bitch nagging Fuck that fronting, fuck that fronting We're pumping up the brothers 'cause the brothers keep it pumping
mama collapse, cause she can't take the news And it's sad to say, but a lot of mothers gon walk in Mrs. Johnson's shoes So my condolences, goes out to
dodge a cover story Look like he stopping for gas I'm a pluck him, yay This had to be his most unlucky, lucky day 2 brothers come out of 7 Eleven in
I look forward to gross [Chorus: GZA (Ka)] In the gutter, some ride, some chill (some chill) I'm from the gutter, some 'Stuy, some 'Ville (some 'Ville) Know many brothers
shoved it in the closet Until the day that word dripped out like leaky faucet Alberto was homosexual, I ain't have nothing against it But little Ronnie Johnson
just shoved it in the closet until the day the word dripped out Like leaky faucet, Alberto was homosexual, I ain't have nothing against it But little Ronny Johnson
Black against black that is wack against wack I've seen the promised land so the earth don't faze me So, I should diss my brother and let the white man
the man? (The Heavster, time keeps on slipping) Who's the man? (The Heavster, time keeps on slipping) Yes, too many brothers be fakin' moves or frontin' grooves Peace to all the brothers
psychosis Deranged, I claimed the man's plain atrocious Flows be constant, I rock from here to Wisconsin My killer flow makes me jerk my Johnson He's
song Six months pregnant and the baby you don't know who's the father Why bother It could be bill cosby or kevin johnson You just came out the hotel With shawn kemp and magic johnson
Yo, oh, ya boy Jim Johnson big daddy Mmm, mmm Baby, when I touch her she like, ooh When I hug her, ooh When I rub her she like, ooh When we cut it's
13, 1957 King Single #5091 With Kelly Owens-piano, Skeeter Best-guitar, Carl Pruitt-bass David Panama Francis-drums Lowell 'Count' Hastings, Budd Johnson
it's party time all our babies will be born november seventeenth i'm sure and we'll get a cookiepuss from the local carvel store then our brothers will
Church choir did sing. (will sing) They all turned out to wish him best My big brother, Sylvest. Repeat Chorus Yeah, thats my brother Sylvest
the stage To Uta, to Buddha, Pablo Neruda, too Why Dorothy and Toto went over the rainbow To blow off auntie Em La vie boheme Sisters? We're close Brothers
?We will now hear testimony from Brother Nicely Nicely Johnson Brother Nicely Nicely Johnson? ?Well, it happened to me kinda funny, like a dream? ?That
Jeep tires burn my driveway black Got my John Deere hat turned back Brother says there's gonna be a fight Sumter County Friday Night One black eye and
Stewardess Worm: On your right, WormAir passengers, you can see Cleveland, home of the Johnson Worm Farm... (Spotlight falls on Dusty) Flying home,