| Check this out
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| Hey, I knew this nigga named Johnnie Walker
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| A nightstalker, a big shit-talker
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| Even though he liked a lot of vodka (say what?)
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| he was from Tennessee, sprung off Hennessey
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| Makin enemies fast — in L.A.N. |
| they didn’t play (what?)
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| He got into a Tanque/tangle with +Ray+, he had on too much gray
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| Ray had a Strawberry sister named Daquiri
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| Johnnie politely her ass behind the back three
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| Now, all four uncles E&J wanna tossi
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| Martini and Rossi had to get the niggaz off me He got jacked for his Dana’s, in other words
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| (give it up nigga, give it up!)
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| He caught the Nighttrain and blasted his Thunderbird
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| with the pistol, him and Cisco, couldn’t stand him
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| cause he caught him lickin Brandy off his sister named Kandi
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| At this point he had more bad luck than a trash truck
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| He lost his girl, Remi spent his last buck up Remi caught him shootin game at Elayne, so now
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| flowers and ch&agne don’t mean a damn thang
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| Remi ended up runnin off with Martin
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| He was wanted for arson for startin fires in Carson
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| So Johnnie hired a gun named Rum, and paid him
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| 151 and the job got done
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| with a thirty-eight straight to the face
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| He caught him in a six-pack and got they ass back
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| Up close he made 'em post and broke all their glasses
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| (?) and Rum threatened their families with matches
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| He felt he needed more men just like Gin
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| So he packed his strap and started claimin Silver Satin
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| From then on in, anybody caught bailin
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| down Seagram’s 7 was bound to get sweated
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| Except Bartyles and James, cause they was cool
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| He knew 'em from school when they didn’t bang and made moves
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| Turns out, he never reached the top
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| They found his ass at the beach on tha rox |