Lyrics:
bad) uh
You keep telling me go
(Shit)
Well fuck it
Ima pack all of my shit and ima go and hit the road
(Fuck it
it is what it is huh)
You saying that
flip shit (ha)
In the field, John Madden, it's a hit stick
I ain't goin' back broke, I do rich shit
I fuck my hoes on a pile of money, I got rich
agreed, sacrifice was the code of the road.
I left town at dawn, with Marcel and St. John, strong men belittled by doubt.
I couldn't tell her what my
I'll beat your weak muffin
Decease you easily
I wanna tell you a story about when I was 8
Used to get beat and battered by the kid's that was in my
don't see you niggas downtown, I don't see you niggas downtown
I don't see you niggas on road, I don't see you niggas on road
I don't see you niggas
Where we at? Where we at?
Bo Jack
Used to hit the road long before the MapQuest
Plug on them bricks and bowls gave me all access
Bust white
the ground running, hit the ground running
Screaming back at me, Jack it be, but it really isn't me
I see shadowy figures from my past in front of me
Never
week gotta change lines
Bitches blowing my jack up
Diamonds hit like a Mac truck
On the road trynna stack up
Wit gang dare he act up
We’ll be on em
Too
called me Jack
She told me straight I had to hit the road
Just pour another in my cup I'm never going home
I've been getting waved
I've been getting waved
She always sitting on me sitting on me sitting on me
Better hit the road jack
We'll slide to yo block
Leave shells by yo doormat
That nigga ain't with
erased
Not even God takes this long to get back
So get back
'Cause I hit a fork in the road
I lost my way home
I'm cut off from out main line
Like
the dead
Sheriff in the yard, here comes the rest
I sat like a ghost, they all passed by
My girl cried baby this'll be my last bye
Baby in her arms
She
shoot you really run
And boy you never hit the road so how you stacking all your funds
I snatched your bitch and gave her back she saying four you such
they drop a couple songs, now they feeling that they blown
I'm in my zone, lemme think, should I take it slow
Or I should spazz on em, hit em with
I hit the road I was really wheelin
Had gravel flyin and rubber squeelin
And I didn't slow down till I was almost to Arkansas
I think I'm gonna
and then I wonder how far
She has driven my old sports car, down the road away from me...
Credits: All songs written by Ian S. McCaskie/John Jack Jr
c 2023
somewhere along the road
I said I'd like to slow it down just one time
I'd like to go one more round and know what I know now
I ran into my old friend John
I school that ass like St. John's
Some come get a little bit, hit hard like a rock and
Open up the door cause I'm knocking
Ready or not, here I
stand
Where we stand
One more thing
Before you go
Pick it up and then I'll hit it on down the road
I got no time
For playing games
I mean that
about it I really do it though
Hit the spot and I be trapping up out it you don't know who I know
Put my city on the map and I got it popping in who they
the pool with ya mama
Attack her by the legs then I pull her to the bottom
Twist nothin' up like a condom
Slap it if you fuckers got a problem
When I see
in the pool with ya mama
Attack her by the legs then I pull her to the bottom (yeah)
Twist nothin' up like a condom
Slap it if you fuckers got
really awesome
Now walk up to the club like "What up? I got a hit song"
I'm so pumped, I bought some clothes from the thrift shop
Ice on the fringe is
Didn't need her when I beat life twice, who did that body?
Walked the main line, niggas was scared to pass by me
I'm a millionaire, niggas expecting me
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