Lyrics:
No one to talk with
All by myself
No one to walk with
But I'm happy on the shelf
Ain't misbehavin'
I'm savin' my love for you
I know for
The overtook me down in Juarez Mexico
In the hot joint takin' the pill
There walked the sheriff from Jericho Hill
Willy Lee your name is not Jack Brown
No one to talk with, all by myself
No one to walk with, but I'm happy on the shelf
Ain't misbehavin', savin' my love for you
For you, for you, for
and serve hoes like flap jacks
(But we don't love them hoes) Bitch, and it's like that
This is what you look for in a ho who got cash flow
You run up in
hides hangin' by the dozen, even got a little bitty
muskrat cousin
Got 'em out dryin' in the hot hot sun, tomorrow Poppa's
gone turn em into money
overtook me down in Juarez Mexico.
Laid in the hot joint takin' the pill
In walked a sheriff from Jericho Hill
He said Willy Lee your name is not Jack
the county hospital jack
Where niggas die over a little scratch
Still sittin' in the trauma center
In my back is where the bullet entered
Yo nurse I'm
No one to talk with
All by myself
No one to walk with
But I'm happy on the shelf
Ain't misbehavin'
I'm savin' my love for you
I know for
Chestnuts roasting on an open fire
Jack Frost nipping at your nose
Yuletide carols being sung by a choir
And folks dressed up like eskimos
Everybody
give us rest, man
You keep us on the run
Jack Straw from Wichita
Cut his buddy down
Dug for him a shallow grave
And laid his body down
Half
Jellicle cats are of moderate size
Jellicles jump like a jumping jack
Jellicle cats have moonlit eyes
We're quiet enough in the morning hours
We're
overtook me down in Juarez, Mexico.
Laid in the hot joint takin' the pill
In walked a sheriff from Jericho Hill
He said Willy Lee your name is not Jack
gotta know you're thoroughly respected by me
You get the keys to the Lexus, with no driver
You got your own '96 suh-in the ride
And keep your ass
By the ranks or single file
Over ev'ry jungle mile
Oh, we stamp and crush
Through the underbrush
In a military style
In a military style
Hup
You're back now at the jack-off hour, this is DJ EZ Dicc
On WBALLZ, right now, somethin' new, by Snoop Doggy Dogg
And this one goes out
Chestnuts roasting on an open fire
Jack Frost nipping at your nose
Yule-tide carols being sung by a choir
And folks dressed up like Eskimos.
a Jack-of-all-trades when I'm workin' in ther shade
I'm a shade tree-fix-it man
Well I headed outa west from Arkansas my Ruby ran fine for a while
Then a rock started
brothers in the SS
Now I can't go around and can't back up
So I gotta peep game laying in the cut
Is this a jack or a kidnap?
Since I'm never ever
Thrilled by volts of electrified juice
Well, which way did my donkey go
If you see him let me know
I haven't seen my donkey since
He backed into that
the cool in you
Or it'll be a sad love song being sung by Toni Braxton
And I'll dissect you like a fraction
All you wannabe top cat MCs, I'll pop you like
With four brothers in the SS
I can't go around and can't back up
So I gotta peep game laying in the cut
Is this a jack or a kidnap?
Since I'm never
You're back now at the jack-off hour, this is DJ EZ Dicc
On WBALLZ, right now, somethin' new, by Snoop Doggy Dogg
And this one goes out
on standby
Waving just to say, "Hi"
Did you stop?
No, I just drove by
Kept on pursuing to the next stop
I bust a left and I'm heading to the next block
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