Lyrics
This one is a short rendition in which me and, uh, pianist mate of mine
By the name of Prince Paul
I shall not relieve, I mean reveal, my, uh (That's not funny), identity
So, I think we will begin like this. Are you ready, Prince Paul?
Yo
You're ****in' us up, man!
Yo, my playin's good, man!
****in' us up, man!
As we begin again...
Rude interruption from the audience...
Here we go
Oh Johnny
You got a bullet in your forehead, boy
Don't you understand, you dead
Buried six feet under the concrete
Ooh-aww-ooh-oh
That's the noise he made when he got shot
But Johnny's still dead
Still dead
Thought about his Mama
Thought about his Father Josephine
Nobody could help the boy when he hit the concrete
Ooh-aww-ooh-aww-oh
The last words said by Johnny
But now he's six feet under and he's dead
Our next song we'll play is called Jenifa, we'll be back in a minute
By the name of Prince Paul
I shall not relieve, I mean reveal, my, uh (That's not funny), identity
So, I think we will begin like this. Are you ready, Prince Paul?
Yo
You're ****in' us up, man!
Yo, my playin's good, man!
****in' us up, man!
As we begin again...
Rude interruption from the audience...
Here we go
Oh Johnny
You got a bullet in your forehead, boy
Don't you understand, you dead
Buried six feet under the concrete
Ooh-aww-ooh-oh
That's the noise he made when he got shot
But Johnny's still dead
Still dead
Thought about his Mama
Thought about his Father Josephine
Nobody could help the boy when he hit the concrete
Ooh-aww-ooh-aww-oh
The last words said by Johnny
But now he's six feet under and he's dead
Our next song we'll play is called Jenifa, we'll be back in a minute