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Johnny Blanco

1, 2... you know? (Johnny Blanco) Chea!! Yeah, Yeah! (The Ghost) Whoo!! WL, Double R, 2O, you know? hahahaha Casper Producer Co., Holla!!! 108 Corona!! Yeah! Blanco

Blanco] I got you [Sticky F.] Oh shit... yo, turn the mic up [J. Blanco] Let these niggaz know what we talk about here [Chorus:] [J. Blanco] If you could

I'm dreaming of a white Christmas Just like the ones I used to know Where the treetops glisten and children listen To hear sleigh bells in the snow I

Oh God said to Abraham, "Kill me a son" Abe says, "Man, you must be puttin' me on" God say, "No." Abe say, "What?" God say, "You can do what you want

of Johnny B. Goode... He never ever learned to read or write so well, But he could play the guitar like ringing a bell. Go Go Go Johnny Go Go Go Johnny

Serve me right to suffer Serve me right to be alone Hey, to be alone Lawd, serve me right to suffer Oh! Serve me right to be alone Hey, to be alone

Oh, rock me, hey Yeah Rock me, baby, rock me all night long Rock me all night long Rock me, baby, rock me all night long Want you to rock me like my

Man, be careful with a fool You know, someday he may get smart Be careful with a fool You know, someday he may get smart He will treat you so cool and

Walkin' by myself I hope you'll understand I just walk to Be your lovin' man I love you, yes, I love you With all my heart and soul I wouldn't mistreat