Lyrics:
back by Saturday
Sing it, Poontang Boomerang
My friend was gettin' married, and met the bride to be
It was pretty obvious, she wanted some of me
I
Jack, and Ginger
Mary's here my dear
No need to ask I'll bring her pour me a glass
I'm in my zone
I'm in my zone
And if it's mine that's you honey
years, dead by his hand
He had returned from a war far away
But to his chagrin on that joyous day
His wife lived in his house with another man
Tonight,
Jack, and Ginger
Mary's here my dear
No need to ask I'll bring her pour me a glass
I'm in my zone
I'm in my zone
And if it's mine that's you honey
Childhood memories triggered by smell
"So now what?" you may ask
Well that's hard to say
Because that old jack of diamonds is a tough card to play
All
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
broke you don't sleep nigga
You know, long live all my niggas
Yeah
Look, aye keep that Glock by my Tommy
Boy you know you pussy like right beneath
to the heights Brooklyn in my bloodline
A couple joints hitting my jack this ain't a love line
Back when I was broke sitting on a mail box
Y'all wanted niggas who
Asfalt rocker by Henk Wijngaard
Johnny was een knul van amper achttien jaar
Met een zwarten leren jack en vet in z'n haar
Hij swingde met z'n
Hangin out down by the railroad tracks
Got nothin but a compass and some Cracker Jacks
Sun's goin down turn the rails to red
Gotta get away gotta
his neck scratched, to catch flack
Sweat jackets and dress slacks, mismatched
On his breath's Jack, he's a sex addict
And she just wants to exact
I drink alone, yeah
With nobody else
I drink alone, yeah
With nobody else
Yeah, you know when I drink alone
I prefer to be by myself
Now
of your parents side by side in I.C.U (everybody lose)
Closed casket so they can't have a proper wake
Don't interfere with family business, that's how we
at prime time
The sleeping gas, every home was like Alcatraz
And muthafuckas lost their minds
Just victims of the in-house drive-by
They say jump, you
the chain (Damn right)
[Scratching by RZA]
"Mister Method Man for short, Mista' Meth"
"Tical, yep"
"Hmmm"
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, c'mon!
Even if I
mêmes blagues
Ouais on sort plus dans les mêmes boîtes
C'est plus les mêmes tchoins à la table
J'sais pas si c'est moi ou bien le Jack
Mais j'ai cru
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