Lyrics:
And find yourself shovelling shit
With a rusty jack-handle queen of a broken spade
You must not be afraid
You must turn the page
You wore your goddess
land
This land was made for you and me
One nation under God, indivisible
With liberty and justice for all
(Just, just dance)
(Let's play a love game,
swear I'll behave
You wanted control, so we waited
I put on a show, now I make it
I was born in a crossfire hurricane
And I howled at my ma in
Sometimes, staying loyal get you burned
Love get you killed
And having no ambition get you left out in the field
I don't know what the fuck they be
to ride born to ride
I'm the california kid who's born to ride
Ain't scared of death are you prepared to die
I'm the california kid who's born to ride
Born
You get kicked out my class
If ya make one mistake!
(heeeeeey) g-unit radio!
Real niggas! (real niggas) Jack boys! (Jack
Boy) Dope dealers! (yeeah)
OK,
Yo, I'll never do the baseball with you
'Cause your hoochie-coo was so smooth
Was it such a sin to let, let me in?
Hooked by your ever-so-shyness
truss it
Can't truss it
Can't truss it
Can't truss it
Kickin' wicked rhymes
Like a fortune teller
'Cause the wickedness done by Jack
Where
on his box
Jack boldly declared
""Let There Be House""
And House music was born
""I am you see
I am the creator and this is my house
And in my house there
on his box
Jack boldly declared, let there be house.
And house music was born.
I am u see, I am the creator and this is my house.
And in my house there was
down on his box,
Jack boldly declared,
"Let there be house",
And house music was born.
"I am", you see, "I am the creator,
And this is my house,
on his box
Jack boldly declared, let there be house
And house music was born
I am u see, I am the creator and this is my house
And in my house there was
Yo, I'll never do the baseball with you
'Cause your hoochie-coo was so smooth
Was it such a sin to let, let me in?
Hooked by your ever-so-shyness
views
Don't understand virtues
Modern or family values, out the door with you
Lack there of, Oh, Where is the family love
Crack is whack, but hey if it
Are you a grown crack baby born in the '80s?
Are you a grown crack baby born in the '80s?
Are you a grown crack baby born in the '80s?
Are you
What it look like? What it feel like?
Grew up in the church no church mouse
I love my sister, I love my big bra
Grew up in the house playing ragga
Everything you say, in and out one ear
You know we love you, but it has to be said
You get your shit from Kempa, when you slide him some bread
Jack Regione
Jumping Jack Flash it's a gas gas gas
I was raised by a toothless bearded hag
I was schooled with a strap right across my back
But it's alright now in
foreign sands
With eyes fixed upon
The low graves and the guns
Born to live, born to die
Born to give, born to fight
Born to love, born to yearn
Born
watchin' me
Like a hibachi I'm flipping a feast they be clockin' me
Give it your best by all means you not stoppin' me
I came to body beats, put on this
believe in me, do you believe in us, They tried to tell you he the truth did you believe the fuss, I know to each his own, born alone die up in these
your Race
Am born for the music
And am doing it my way
All by grace but I know is my call
Girl am born for this
Tell those motherfucker that am Born for
Ain't no love in Oakland, bitch
Niggas always talkin bout 'I love you'
But ain't no love, bitch
Now it's a shame, I can't be saved by John
[Chorus: Bizzy]
Stalkin' gat fools walking jack moves
Ready ta pap you if we have to daily,
Stalkin' gat fools walking jack moves
Ready ta pap
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