Lyrics:
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From out of Indiana like bees from a hive
Came a little known team called the Jackson 5
They came with a mission impossbily tough
To whip the Dream
to say
"Hello, haven't seen you on this bus before"
I gave her a look that said
"Huh, life is funny, you never know what's in store
By the way, your hair
Tuesday morning, 8:15
I was riding to work on the
Jackson Park Express
Seemed like any other day
Then my whole world changed
In a way I never
God chose me
Got my auntie out the piece
Jackson Ave forever in me
Done got this jewelry on me
Came a long way from the days we didn't eat
Spent five K
Dionne Jackson ]
Are you looking for that place to go
Where the true players kick game for sho'
All you need to do is let us lead the way
[ Dolla
number five better get in where you fitting in
Baby get rid of your minute man
Come fuck with a long dick Floridian
Put you in positions where you'll never
faith you’re a disgrace;
And, then, he tops it off by saying…
…At the congregation, you’ll not show your face!
V32 Group
Oh my god…
(1 beat pause)
Jackson (oh), I am for real
Never meant to make your daughter cry (uh, uh, yeah)
I apologize a trillion times
"Look at the way he treats me"
Shit,
Jackson (oh), I am for real
Never meant to make your daughter cry (uh, uh, yeah)
I apologize a trillion times
"Look at the way he treats me"
Shit,
Jackson (ooh), I am for real
Never meant to make your daughter cry (uh, uh, yeah)
I apologized a trillion times
"Look at the way he treats me"
Shit,
Jackson (oh), I am for real
Never meant to make your daughter cry
I apologize a trillion times
"Look at the way he treats me"
Shit, look at the way
Jackson (oh), I am for real
Never meant to make your daughter cry
I apologize a trillion times
Uh, uh, yeah
"Look at the way he treats me"
Shit, look
for real
Never meant to make your daughter cry
I apologize a trillion times
I'm sorry Ms jackson (oh) , I am for real
Never meant to make your daughter
are one hundred ways to love a cat
One hundred loving ways
Way thirty-five: cat-proof your home
One hundred loving ways
There are one hundred ways
The cats, you can dig the song
Yo the black panthers woulda had their own cartoon right
I know and 8-track Walkmans, right
True, The Jackson Five
gonna be that way
Little girl you've been down here so long
I can tell by the way that you move you belong to
The Jackson Cage
Down in Jackson Cage
call me by government
Hate it but fuck with it
You know I'm gentleman
As long as we fucking
Right after we cuddling
I'm leaving prints all over your body
the traction
Thirty five a p I'm taxing, fire bullets sing like the Jackson's
Put her in a lock she on my dick like she steady latching
Fein came to me want
Parody of Jackson by Johnny Cash (G. Rogers/E. Weeler), Bexhill Music Corp. (ASCAP)/Quarter Music Inc. (ASCAP)
New lyrics by Cledus T. judd and Chris
the shots, I feel like Phil Jackson
Steady trappin'
Yeah, police by my spot and I was still trappin'
Yeah, hop in the Benz
I put a F on the rim (rim)
Jackson
It's your boy, Bubba Watson golf boys
1-1-6, Reach Records ex hustler!
Michael Jackson, I'm bad!
I don't know, I forgot
call Michael Jackson bad
Ooh messing with a brother that you call Michael Jackson bad
Eehee messing with a brother that you call Michael Jackson bad
Acha
call Michael Jackson bad
Ooh messing with a brother that you call Michael Jackson bad
Eehee messing with a brother that you call Michael Jackson bad
Acha
call Michael Jackson bad
Ooh messing with a brother that you call Michael Jackson bad
Eehee messing with a brother that you call Michael Jackson bad
Acha
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