Lyrics:
Mrs. Johnson's in the kitchen
Cookin' up a tv dinner for the Mister
And uptown there's a couple havin' sushi
Served up by their favorite waiter
While
The makings of a perfect bitch
A ghoul at night
I role like Jack the Ripper
Trying to choose my wife
I need a ass of a stripper, fat lipper
Mad niggas in this
and listening to songs at night
To walk and stroll the capital streets at dawn
and then go home by boat
Summertime with jack johnson’s songs
and her tan,
Blow it blow it
FNI we da vibes and You know it know it
All this ass n this cash ima throw it throw it. (x4)
Written by: Silver Johnson and Montana
the skin off a slave's back
Jack, my Johnson's created the wrench. In fact
History is his story is true for roots of facts
Bitch
So they're in
All my shit paid for
And why should I rent a house
When I can buy it and write it off?
Make it my Florida home for the summer
'Round winter time
Ayo Priizma send that beat
Ice ice cold like I'm Jack Frost
Ice ice cold like I'm Jack Frost
I'll be dripping with that water
I'll be dripping with
tired of all y'all crab ass rappers
Bucktown home of the Original Gunn Clappaz
Use to be on ocean by the street empire
See my man Buckshot on Bushwick
underwear
For all the girls I might take home
I got the Johnson's baby powder and the Polo cologne
Fresh dressed like a million bucks, threw on the Bally
his house
Got the guidance, don't have doubt
Even in my self
Sycamore tree grew in the hole
I think its home to elves
Every time I hit the oil, resonate
Jack was 11
Jill was 3
Sent from heaven
Until they'd meet
Jack grew up
Started a fam
Thought he had it all in the palm of his hand
Til the day
They
at First Baptist Church
The pastor name was Reverend Johnson (Okay)
Chastised his shirt and matchin' shoes
But had to front, it never bothered him (Okay)
out, he just got a girlfriend
Instead, she knew something was funny she could tell
By his behavior or the way he would wave his hand
When he would
I saw roses choking in the grass flaking paint
In a broken window pane
A mailbox barely standin' by the driveway
I can almost read the name
A swing
('cause no one told me)
Deontay Wilder lost his first fight
He got beat up by Tyson, I ain't talkin' 'bout Mike
Oh, the Tyson that he got beat up by was
by the ruling classes
So the scales of justice tip
In the favor of the government
Under this flag
We're all Union Jacks
And there's no home
Nellie Johnson, wanted man in this next town
Wanted man by the Boller Sisters
Wanted man by Kid Callahan
Hey Darlin' don't you tell me you don't want
Nellie Johnson, wanted man in this next town
Wanted man by the Boller Sisters
Wanted man by Kid Callahan
Hey Darlin' don't you tell me you don't want
just got a girlfriend instead
She knew something was funny
Shecould tell by his behavior
Or the way he flamboyantly shook his hand
When he would wave
got his first
white pussy
But I'm still annoyed blowin through your selenoid
Bringing more Blues to Brothers than Jon Belushi and Dan Akroyd
scheme
[Mr. Lif]
She recognized his plot
[Aesop Rock]
He thought he was home free
[Mr. Lif]
She knew that he was not
[Aesop Rock]
Now it's off to the jail
made me into a case
They were so kind to make me the kind
That carries out his revolution by instinct
NEVER STRUCK YOU THE PILLS THEY MADE TO CURE
Bitch, I’m talkin’ in that tone
Today is the Facts Zone
How yo’ son gon’ support his people
When his home ain’t Black-owned!?
And stop sayin’ you
spit slugs, leave marks in the floor
Yo, I stomp through the yard, I march through the hall
Charles Bronson them hard, Jack Johnson your jaw
If I sell
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