Lyrics:
Yo, rated X, smack you off the stage when I'm vexed
No sweat, I crack a cold case of Beck's
Guess whose back? The jack of all trades is next
Goose
Happy to chill on my jack jones I just need me a- and a juice, ay
Happy to chill on my jack jones for the weight and the cost of my backbone
Now
on a spliff off your high grade
My eyes are red, I been burnin', I been burnin', burn
Now where I come from burnin' weed, it is a habit
A big fat bag
Surrounded by my real niggas
They cock back, they see
Caps, they peal quicker, real killers
Real business, it's never personal, Jack
Remember that fuck up my
are always blue
One night when work was finished just after close of day
A boy said sing a song Jack it'll drive your cares away
When he began his
Comes the Judge, Here Comes the Judge
{Give it to me now}
[Ol' Dirty Bastard]
Here comes my Mac
I don't need this shit owned by stack
I don't need
Don't close your eyes
Don't close your eyes
Don't close your eyes
Don't close your eyes
You count the days go passing by, See the hands fade before your
Baby, We're Gonna Die
Written by Jack Swagger, Marcus Jones and Rich Salsbury
So gimme death or gimme nothing
Point and check
Moving on, cause it's
and no tune (twiddly-dee)
To sing in your party while you souse at the moon (oh yeah)
Lazy Sunday afternoon, I've got no mind to worry
Close my eyes
and the sunrise
Do it by yourself if you want it done right
I don't see me losing in any scenario
clways make it out alive like Indiana Jones
I don't need your
No need to adjust your system
This song call it Jack Herer, cause a hit strong
Fist pump, Rebel on the set make your bitch jump
Doubt me get in
Close to you baby,
I don't know what to say or do.
I want to get
Close to you baby like the sight of your eye?
Close to you baby like the heat
disgusting
I'm rushing like I'm Aaron Jones
Hit me on the phone, yeah I'm home alone
Why, tryin' to bone
Watch your tone
She say that she coming over and that
what, lace who? That ain't what Ma$e do
Got a lot of girls that'd love to replace you
Tell you to your face, boo, not behind your back
Niggas talk
what, lace who? That ain't what Ma$e do
Got a lot of girls that'd love to replace you
Tell you to your face, boo, not behind your back
Niggas talk
man
He's got a little word you can
Use to help slow down
Stop your head spinning around
Close your eyes
It fades away
The things that seemed so hard
eyes!) Rise, yes I come to (Sterilize)
Mr. Parasite, I got your big surprise
Mad effective as you vision my perspective, hot shot
Look at what you got,
leave the bar till it close
You a pussy and it shows
Guess that's how life goes
Love my friends fuck the foes
Let his body decompose
I'm the leader in
Scientists swear by me
Imagine Einstein in Carmen Jones's body
Gave you auditions
They say I'm a gymnast in business
My summersault your positions
Waste
Chorus X2
So what you want soldier?
Close your eye, make a wish
Nigga tryin' to come up, is like tryin' to drown a fish
When the drama run up, nobody
Go on and close your eyes, go on imagine me there
She got similar features with longer hair
And if that's what it takes to get you through
Go
Go on and close your eyes, go on imagine me there
She got similar features with longer hair
And if that's what it takes to get you through
Go
Go on and close your eyes, go on imagine me there
She got similar features with longer hair
And if that's what it takes to get you through
Go
I see hate in your eyes
I see hate in your eyes
Foot on the pedal
I feel like Geppetto
It's no way to settle
When I'm on a roll
When I'm on the road
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