[DOVE:]
This one is a short rendition in which me and pianist mate of mine
by the name of Prince Paul... I shall not relieve, I mean reveal, my
identity...
(Girl in background: That's not funny.)
So, I think we shall begin like this. Are you ready, Prince Paul?
You're f*ckin' us up, man!
[PAUL:] My playin's good, man!
[DOVE:] F*ckin' us up, man! As we begin again... rude interruption from
our audience...
(Background laughter)
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-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-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.
Johnnys Dead AKA Vincent Mason Video (MV)
Performed By: De La Soul
Written by: DAVID JOLICOEUR, KELVIN MERCER, PAUL HUSTON, PAUL E. HUSTON, VINCENT MASON
De La Soul - Johnnys Dead AKA Vincent Mason Lyrics
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[DOVE:]
This one is a short rendition in which me and pianist mate of mine
by the name of Prince Paul... I shall not relieve, I mean reveal, my
identity...
(Girl in background: That's not funny.)
So, I think we shall begin like this. Are you ready, Prince Paul?
You're f*ckin' us up, man!
[PAUL:] My playin's good, man!
[DOVE:] F*ckin' us up, man! As we begin again... rude interruption from
our audience...
(Background laughter)
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-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-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.
This one is a short rendition in which me and pianist mate of mine
by the name of Prince Paul... I shall not relieve, I mean reveal, my
identity...
(Girl in background: That's not funny.)
So, I think we shall begin like this. Are you ready, Prince Paul?
You're f*ckin' us up, man!
[PAUL:] My playin's good, man!
[DOVE:] F*ckin' us up, man! As we begin again... rude interruption from
our audience...
(Background laughter)
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-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-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.
Writer: DAVID JOLICOEUR, KELVIN MERCER, PAUL HUSTON, PAUL E. HUSTON, VINCENT MASON
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.