Lyrics:
the bar and poor champagne out
Right back to the mission where we started how we came out
Hit the jack I hit you back I got them perks to work the pain out
blue moon your corpse hit another phase of decay don't need the replay you picked your side and now you hide from the legends we made black jack going
just rent it out
See I ain't none of them, who ride around on rented rims
I change on the weekend, and floss in his mama's Benz
See when I hit
betta put a low jack on yo hoe mane
I just call her boo
I think her name is Shawna
What I really know bout the girl that drive the Honda.
I just call
just rent it out
See, I ain't none of them
Who ride around on rented rims
Change on the weekend
And floss in him mama's Benz
See, when I hit
in the death row to count the days before
To the day they came a knockin' at his door.
But another warden came along, jack johnson was his name;
He
course
He took a spoonful, soon was a corpse
She dumped him in the port with
The fish by the wharf
She told her cellmate his dick's like a dwarf
But she
your minister
And you can save that speech for
The sisters of the church
This is America, jack
This is all about corporate
Takeovers and money makeovers
on Dayton's
But you better watch dees hoes
Fools PH'in', rollin' on Dayton's
But you better watch dees hoes
Some of these hoes jack, Wendy look cool but this
Right about now, Thugs-n-harmony is on a come up
So to all you bustas out there, beware
Stalkin' (gat fools), walkin' jack moves
[Krayzie]
Woke
me
Surrounded by killers, with a bunch of women with very big heinies
Back of the club is where you find me
Two steppin, feel like DeJ Loaf, dare
Swanson
New York's youngest Bumpy Johnson, I put fear in y'all heads
Sheek Louch, type of nigga gasoline y'all beds
And that's warnin', if you alive in
don’t hit my jack don’t do that texting
Speeding by the BK inna left lane
Way too many blessings to be stressing
Got my bitch on lock this shit
the stu'. Im finna hit you in a minute n****.")
N****, So keep calm
IG got white freaks giving me sweet dome
In the telly she really ready for visionary
Then
All of my goons just sent me the coordinates
I'm eatin' all protein to make sure I'm ready
I head into town and I hit up the deli
They all know my
me hit the road
Hit the road jack, I wasn't kidding I mean really hit the road jack
You weren't with me at the struggle, not gon' be here
hit me up on my jack
Cause I give a fuck about none of that
I Give a fuck about none of that
If I don't know nothing else a nigga know pain
And I know
thought that it could last
'Cause I wanna be Jack and Diane
I want everyone to understand
Why I wanna be Brenda and Eddie and have it all ready
By the time
Swanson
New York's youngest Bumpy Johnson, I put fear in y'all heads
Sheek Louch, type of nigga gasoline y'all beds
And that's warnin', if you alive in
bored by me
Than you surely won't see paradise
Ching man down to the floor
Chinged him more just to finalize
Call me Jack like the Samurai
Causing hell
this young one
Hooping in the sun, proud to be where I come from
Later shootin guns fantasizing
Fascinated by gold rope chains
Looking back at my hood
rags in a brown paper bag
Go on and hit the door
(Go on) let the knob hit you in the back, Jack
I don't ever wanna see you no more (let it hit you in
2021 why you rocking True Religion?
Could've threw a fit but I hit the club and threw some chicken
Boujee this boujee that I got the rudest bitches
Jack
and vaudefillian famous
For singing "Swannee"
Written with words by Irving Ceasar
And music by Ira
Gershwin in 1919 became a big hit for
Jolson in 1920 and was
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