walked in my shoes through the shadow of death If it's true that you dwell in the halls of my heart Then I'm not just a fool with a fancy guitar No,
't about the (uh) Cha-Chang Cha-Chang. Aint about the (yeah) Ba-Blang Ba-Blang Wanna make the world dance, Forget about the Price Tag. [B.o.B] Yeah
on sucking dicks until some millions appear Like voila, you do it right, he just might buy you a car Unless you play these suckers just like B.O.B play the guitar
[Lenny Kravitz also accompanies with guitar] [Intro: Pharrell Williams] (Diddy in background) Hey yo, ladies and gentlemen You could never imagine, what
shake Huh, watch the Ice break Watch the Ice break Yo, let's see now who's tryin to diss me Say I sold out cause I rocked with the B.C. Y'all are bitches
know, she wanna know how long I been playin' As long as my mother, as long as my momma she been prayin' She bought me a guitar, she bought me a guitar
cabin made of earth and wood There lived a country boy named Johnny B. Goode He never learned to read or write so well But he could play a guitar like
earth and wood Where lived a country boy name of Johnny B. Goode He never ever learned to read or write so well But he could play the guitar just like
return of Billy Ocean, Cuervo is my drink Stank, stank means you got the funkiest, dopest heat on the street Three G ski, Slimm, Big Boi and ths is C B
career Guess they plan on sucking somes d-cks until some millions appear Voila! you do it right he might just buy you a car Unless you play these suckers just like B.o.B play the guitar
company B. A root, a toot, a toodlie-a-da-toot. He blows it eight to the bar in boogie rhythm. He can't blow a note unless a bass and guitar is playin
company B A root, a toot, a toodlie-a-da-toot, he blows it eight to the bar In boogie rhythm, he can't blow a note unless a bass And guitar is playin
this bitter finale Just me, my dignity And this guitar case Yes, yes, my man is fighting Some unholy war And I will stand beside you But who you dying for B
Bridge, born and raised in the U.S.A. Where my president is B-L-A-C-K Where my president is B-L-A-C-K Where my president is B-L-A-C-K I was born and
Honey, the way you play guitar makes me feel so Makes me feel so masochistic The way you go down low deep into the neck And I would do anything, and I
'mma do me Do you, 'cause nigga I'mma do me Do you, nigga Let me attempt to spit this Assist this with a pen in my fist I'm scriptin' Sonny Liston's lost B
Plus I got it all, Bitch tell me what you don't see. I got 25 lighters on my dresser Got the girl and the girl to undress her My guitar strap is leather