Lyrics:
We are some fine musicians
We practice every day
And people come from all around just to hear us play
What can we play?
Jack plays the drum kit
going back, I'm on the tracks, just shooting Jack
There ain't no stopping that
Whiskey train, ain't feeling no pain
I'm good timin', all damn
Flex auf die Zähne schmieren, lässt meine Seele frieren
Jack Daniel's pur auf Eis, kann es nicht regulieren
Ständiger Tatendrang, weil ich nicht
problems with my good friend Jack
The thought of being single got me spinning, seeing double
If I sober up my heart'll be in trouble
So I'm drinking 'til
(Skrt, pouloulou)
(Skrt, pouloulou)
(Skrt, pouloulou)
Posé, j'suis sous Jack dans mon bendo
J'fais repérage de femmes sur les réseaux
J'ai vu
tryna bring 'bout forty back
Forty packs and forty racks
.40 Cal and a MAC
Box him up, Apple Jacks
Rat-a-tat, tat-a-tat
In the Scat, caught him
certain
The one I love
I'm through with flirtin'
It's just you I'm thinkin' of
Ain't misbehavin'
I'm savin' my love for you
Like Jack Horner
In
cheating refs calling fouls on me
Break the fucking whistle off in his ass, now hit the road, Jack
Hop off the bozack, the .44 clap
You'll need low jack
provide
Its this terrible terrible pain in my mind
So where, where's my nurse with my bottle of pills
She said shed be right back with a jack
Its
out of his mind
With the Colins and Bobs
I'm a jack and a lad
And I'm up for the world
And I've kissed a Gateshead girl
He calls for a copy
Fair haired lady and the suicide king
Kill the brother of the one eyed jack
Two side of shady as the angels sing
That the jack ain't coming
I got a woman
She rules my house with an iron fist
I got a woman
She rules my house with an iron fist
She screams out Jack the Ripper
Every time
boys flop.
Like it or not I'm the game and
I'm showin' up, keke got dat oil and we pourin' up,
Hit the club wit captain jack
And big Steve
pretty head about this
Me and Saint Jack K never had too much to say
It's easy driving with your feet
With some good ol' girl in the passenger seat
jacks up the ass, whoa
Smoke be the jack town mack
In a caddy, six fuckin' fifteen, hittin' hard than a nigga's daddy
And all you hoes gettin' dick, in
nigga! Trill trill ass nigga)
You claim you got much dope
And you got much backup
But you ain't got jack shit to
Make this nigga slack up
So if you wanna
ready
Yuh (oh, shit), yuh
I'm in the land of the lost, now I'm chill, Jack Frost
Yeah, my conscience like Constantine, that hot sauce
Jack
Ghost with the sky blue kufi, smashin' groupies
Leavin' them fiend out, like New Jack's Pookie
Every line is like ninety nine dimes
Shrine auditorium rap,
Ch'yeah, uh
Where we at?
Bo Jack
Let's get it
Uh
This that bricktionary slingo (yeah)
I mix and mingle with my gringo (ayy)
Was just me
Baby, a bully
Come on, you know you ain't like that
I can tell you ain't ready to die, jack
Niggas gonna need more than the ice pack
Pull the gun out,
with my bros
Feds couldn't make me chat
Never had a whip, never had Ps for a cab
Man never gave me jack
Then I hit a lick, gave man food on the tick
to have cards and now we're playin' with swords
My G went from Blackjack to a black Jack Sparrow
I know so many man who got a case on their head
That
a while
But then I just smile
I go ahead and smile
Whenever you see me
You say that you want me back
And I tell you it don't mean jack
No, it don't
just smile, I go ahead and smile
Whenever you see me
You say that you want me back
And I tell you it don't mean jack
No, it don't mean jack
I
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