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 fuckin` us up  man! 
PAUL: My playin`s good  man! 
DOVE: Fuckin` 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.