Lyrics:
have to be free
You'd still be free as a bird
I would never cramp your style
You could go your own sweet way
I'd come by once in a while
I'm sure you
nobody ride him but Boss Jack
Come on children bend your back work a little faster fill your sack
Then you hitch up the wagon take it to the gin finish
batter you, 'til you a snaggletoothed chattering boob
Speedbag sound like paradiddles
Bury your middle in a babbling brook full of carrion
Ask Maid Marian
Uh free world living we're free world living
Who thought the water planet could be a slaughter planet
They drew lines in the motherland it's
mind
For it is Jack the sailor lad that's won this heart of mine
And she went into a tailor's shop and dressed in man's array
To ship on board of a man
focus on gettin that bag yeah
I'm just trying run up them racks yeah
Feds trying find out where my stash at
Free da guys locked up in that jack yeah
my bezel
Got
Plenty stacks from plenty packs
You can get it in the back roll up a little
Remember back cutting boob laps
Now the crew happens to be
of my gal
When Mike Jack made "Raining in
Moscow" I had no style
Tommy Boy stocking on my scalp
And that was like ninety-five
Now it's twenty-ten
Two
a sack
In the crib surrounded by stacks
Let me bring it back
You don't wanna fuck with jack
I go hard on every track
In the crib counting up my racks
Can
You got beats, we got topics
Come in Sadat X!
Sadat X and the teacher, it's a creature
A beast of burden
Energy exerting is few, cause rule is
The fool
she is a bad mom
I'm still ticking the clock, now he's on
I am a cracker with salt (yeah)
You can come play if you want
It is a war at the jump
Spray in
everything
There’s a price to be in heaven
Cuz lord it ain’t for free
You need divine intervention
Come sanctify me
Run Jack Run, Run Jack Run…
So you bring
and the beat was by Trackster
Title of the song was "Po Pimp"
I said, "Ooh, snap"
I told 'em I'm about to jack
Spit it funky like I'm a mack
I'ma come off
not a scrapper
A lot I do, a lot for you
We drank some juice
Now we're feeling dizzy in the room
Squeezing her boobs like every other dude
Yeah
Fuck
Aye
Do this shit how i want dont do it by the textbook
Doin' this shit authentic & genuine do it how i want dont care how it look
This shit is my
lo mataron
(Capo)
Everybody know that capo was a stepper (step it)
Catch me in the club
Got the Glock in la fiesta (boom-boom-boom)
I sold 'em
Meet the man in the mask
Meet the man in the mask
All those days and all that stays and
I don't keep it
I won't be here for it
All those days
By the shores of old Lake Michigan
Where the hawk wind blows so cold
An old Cub fan lay dying
In his midnight hour, the toll
Around his bed,
to get by
Slang dope, jack people, hands in the sky
When you livin' on the edge, yeah holmie it's a high
You get caught up in the drama and eventually
Apparent to the throne
Can't run in the Serengeti in the
Young and I'm ions beyond the box
Flow free on
But still will Ghost Recon a cop
So phenomenal by
actually Free, Willy
I got my face on a quarter
You got drawn and quartered
Tortured on the orders of a king, really?
How'd you get beat by a dude named
some muffins
Raised by two drug addicts
Young nigga found his own hope
Every line I Rap like snortin
Or in other words it’s DOPE
Yea that’s simply said
anyone to know what I boom to
Let alone what I watch on the boob tube
There ain’t no coup for a free view
If you’re playing this game then get in line
it down can't waste no time (can't waste no time)
When you by my side, is the only time, that you down to ride yeah
I'm fucked up girl my bad
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