Lyrics:
and his eyes bright blue
So called beef with you-know-who
Fuck it, he just let em kill all of our troops
Look at the bullshit we been through
Had our
Lost city of New Orleans, we call him this
(Georgia)
Now
This song is dedicated to the one wit the suit
Thick white skin and his eyes bright blue
I just graduated from high school and man, was it an experience! I had fun and got all the way to my 12th grade year and was rocked by a worldwide
Jack and Jill went up the hill to fetch a pale of water
Jack fell down and broke his crown and Jill came tumbling after
Oh Jack, oh Jill
Take better
Standin' on a corner,
Suitcase in my hand.
Jack's in his car, says to Jane, who's in her vest,
Me, babe, I'm in a rock n' roll band.
Ridin' in
with the program
I'm a grown ass man, call me pops
Fuck around and take your phone ass man
Everybody know Jack, but they don't know Jack, man
They
hit me in my face
Every man gets his wish
Every man gets his wish
Your red Hawaiian shirt and
Your hair jet black
Hanging 'round with your friends by
sweepin' the nation
Now you got a bunch of unarmed innocent victims
Gettin' fucked by the system
Sittin' at home with a butter knife, huh
Any fool could
deadlines met, still up at 4 am, he quenches his first
With a bottle of Jack, the only thing keeping him up is this 30 perc
At first it was only one, didn't
First I lost Hass, then I lost Gold
When I lost Knight hit an all time low
Cause I had to call his wife tell her he ain't coming home
Cause some sucker
[ L.V. ]
Papa was a rolling stone
Wherever he laid his hat was his home
And when he died all he left us was alone
[ Prode'je ]
Pops was
look so nice in pictures
But I swear that you don’t know
That underneath the surface all the
Scary things are lurking
Come on baby let me take you home
Mudcat was an old man
Lived down along the river by the big sand bar
Mudcat was a soul man
Played the Delta blues on a slide guitar
He'd sit out
of my childhood will never be forgotten
It was just an old plywood boat
A '75 Johnson with electric choke
A young boy two hands on the wheel
I can't
let me work him wit that
Tell Mr.Rogers I'll leave his brain on the trolley track, now prolly that
Listen, y'all stop it, I know you appalled dot it
the street, probably should have stayed home
His baby mother trippin', straight blown up his phone
He's thinking to himself, Dam, what the hell is going on
He
laughing as she died.
Nice man Jack is home again to see the morning come.
Smiling at the passers-by, he takes the midday sun.
And sometimes he would
Jack, he is a banker
And Jane, she is a clerk
And the both of them are
Saving up their money
Then they come home from work
Sittin' by the fire
Radio just
fucking merked by some lame
Heard he got it in the Range nigga Caine popped one in his brain
Over some-thang, took his watch and his chain
Country boys
and A train
Now I got 6 homes, 10 cars, 8 names
I might be Charles Johnson, John Bronson
Oscar Martinez, Omar Swanson
And don't front, I'm jingelin baby
Yo these stories I spit, I seen 'em I wrote 'em
Like a teen that was boastin, "La Vida Loca" in
In his dream I awoke him, the Beamer I drove it
It was
[ L.V. ]
Papa was a rolling stone
Wherever he laid his hat was his home
And when he died all he left us was alone
[ Prode'je ]
Pops was a roller,
him back?
Give me the mac, let me welcome with that
Tell Mr. Rogers, I leave his brains on the trolley track
Now prolly that
Listen, ya'll stop
Have you heard about the big strong man
He lives in a caravan
Have you heard about the Jeffrey Johnson fight
Well oh what a hell of a fight
You can
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