I was cruising in a 6-4 with all of my hoes New bitch named Crystal, steady to blow My team way too official, with Chevys and Rolls Ooh-ooh-ooh! Daytrip took it to 10 Two niggas with a pistol that's ready to go Seen the red and blue lights, and I got

And I'll ride again We are heroes of the homeland, American remains We live in many faces and answer many names We will not be forgotten, we won't be left behind We'll ride again I am a shotgun rider, For the San Jacinto line, The desert is my brother,

'Cause everywhere we go girl, you're the star of the show And everybody's wondering and wanting to know What's your name, who's that girl Oh, what gets me the most is you don't even know With the prettiest smile in the world? That you are, you are, you

Pour some sugar on me Ooh in the name of love Pour your sugar on me Sometime, anytime, sugar me sweet Break the bubble, break it up C'mon fire me up Ooh I can't get enough I'm hot, sticky sweet Hey, hey, hey

And I don't even know his last name My momma would be so ashamed It started off "hey cutie, where you from?" And then it turned into "oh no! what have I done?" And I don't even know my last name Last night, I got served, a little bit too much of that

Let me show you the way to my Let me show you the way to my Let me help you explain your mind Want to help you explain your mind Sweet little boy, Johnny Sweet little boy, Roger Hello, my name is Johnny Well 'ello, my name is Johnny I like to explain

And I'll get over you I'll get over you You're haunting me, taunting me all in my brain Turn off the light and now all that remains Fills me with doubt And I'm shouting your name out loud Why do you wanna put me through the pain? I get the feeling I'll

Yeah, Obie Trice, real name no gimmicks I came in the game, profane no image I came in the game with a name I was given from a mayn who ain't give a fuck about his children I proclaim the name though, never in vain no Watch the change grow A young nigga

I said, "Oh, go Johnny, Johnny B. Goode tonight," yeah Deep down in Jamaica, close to Mandeville Back up in the woods, on top of a hill There stood an old hut made of earth and wood There lived a country boy named Johnny B. Goode He never learned to read

Go go. Go Johnny go Johnny B. Goode Deep down in Louisiana close to New Orleans Way back up in the woods amongst the evergreens There stood an old cabin made of earth and wood Where lived a country boy named Johnny B. Goode That never ever learned to