your headpiece strapped on tight) See that's what I'm talkin' 'bout When you take the Johnny Blaze (You're dealing with Johnny Blaze, the Johnny Blaze
to cruise for eighth graders Rather tape the Weather Channel so that I can watch it later Reruns of reruns, so what's happenin'? Dee's knocked up and Rog on crack
time it was A shot of Remy, in my system, I'm buzzed Then baby, I ain't just a little war from unplugged Haha, you know I, crack myself up, sometimes
gats guns no interfearance Comic book characters would go head up with raw lyrics Now I take, whoever might be on break from doin tours And have them signed up
be like wait up , yo I'll call you cause no one knows what Johnny Richter's got chronic but when it's cracking, we be the toughest motherfuckers that's cracking
raise my beer and I swear "God it's been fun!" Good God oh my God good God good God good God good God God it's been fun! (I'll Drink to That) Standing
people. Good Americans. But, they're content to sit back, maybe watch a little Mork and Mindyon channel 57. Maybe kick back a cool Coors 16-ouncer. They're good
good love, good love) You wanna know why, you ask me why (why you trippin'? ) (good love, good love) You wanna know why, you ask me why (why you trippin'? ) (good love, good
[Johnny Blaze] So what we smoke cancer sticks and weed and all that good shit Fuck the world, word up Sunz of Man, Method Man, True Mast', collabora-tion
in America Or I could slow down like the man in the Bronco And get Johnny Cochran to be my lawyer Ohh Sonya, hit her on the Motorola If I get locked up
I burnt that ass from that blunt hash that I lit up "Owwwww!!" She jumped up, puffed up, started yellin I smacked her, cracked her, put her in a full
hook by her bed The other ends Johnny with a gun to his head He said "You always looked good in black" The next thing she heard was a bone chilling crack
[johnny blaze] So what we smoke cancer sticks and weed and all that good shit Fuck the world, word up Sunz of man, method man, true mast', collabora-tion
back again Oh excuse me I can't help cracking up again She's so good, she's so good at breaking down Oh, the Golden Handshake Girl I'm no good at breaking
new profession Who wanna see me at eight deep, fuck 3D You coward ass motherfuckers'll never see me Bustin' with automatic straps My raw raps like good crack