Lyrics Johnny Cage - St. Leroy II

Johnny Cage

Johnny Cage
Chop her down it was kung fu
Last Dragon I’m the one ooo
Saucin' wonton soup
How I face the shade it was Johnny Cage
Chop her down it was kung fu
Saucin' wonton soup
Gotta count up 'til my thumbs bruise
How I face the shade it was Johnny Cage
Pullin' up rollin up oooooo
In my cup kick like Chuck ooooo
She wanted me to be the one
She the same old song oooooo
Peep game like I’m court side
Feel like Clyde Drexler I glide
Ain’t no question bout it I’ma get mine
You prayin' that I fall but I believe I can fly
In case you ain’t know we in a different bracket boy
Big difference between roach eggs an caviar
Don’t catch feelings we headed to bands
Rather hold my cash 'fore I hold a bitch hand
Chop her down it was kung fu
Last Dragon I’m the one ooo
Saucin' wonton soup
How I face the shade it was Johnny Cage
Chop her down it was kung fu
Saucin' wonton soup
Gotta count up 'til my thumbs bruise
How I face the shade it was Johnny Cage
Used to use the oven just to heat the crib
Had to say my prayers like Aretha did
Dreaded Up Jesus I’m the face the hope
Aim for bread I got Franklin in a scope
I done showed too much love now
Ain’t too many I trust
They wanna tell you chill when you heating up
They rather slow you down instead of keeping up
They rather run the town ooh ooh
I rather run it up
Chop her down it was kung fu
Last Dragon I’m the one ooo
Saucin' wonton soup
How I face the shade it was Johnny Cage
Chop her down it was kung fu
Saucin' wonton soup
Gotta count up 'til my thumbs bruise
How I face the shade it was Johnny Cage