Lyrics:
a liquid nitro-gas spiller
Psycho slash Michael Myers, Michael Jack's "Thriller"
Rifle slash knife faggot that's your "Cop Killer"
As a yougin, I was beat
your one up there (come on)
My recipe is Jack Daniels, non-filtered Camels
Crates full of samples, dutches and examples
One Nike in the grave, one
and let you die
I wanna know before you fade to black
You better listen, 'cause you don't know Jack
I see you wear a silver rosary
Now do you need
the kind who would take it in stride
Some jack of diamonds kicked her heart around
Did they know they were walking on holy ground?
Almost called it a day
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
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
Yo, what's up?
This is G-Love coming at you live out here from California,
Even though I'm Philly born and bred
And I got my man Jack Johnson
can't pay the rent
Police are always breathing down my neck
And there's no way out
There's no way out no more
Under this flag
We're all Union Jacks
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
Jack of diamonds/ is a gambling man/ ["together were men"]
He played the tables /whenever he can/["while he can"]
Take some advice boy stay clean
Jack Johnson in the studio today - we just got out of the surf
my man, Jack, tell 'em what time it is...
(uh, com 'on)
sweeping
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
Rock bitch, Little Rock bitch
Fort Worth bitch, Fort Worth bitch
Nashville bitch, Nashville bitch
Birmingham bitch, Birmingham bitch
Jack-town bitch,
So call, competitors have no wins
I laugh at MC's who call me wack
You ordered, and now I'm gonna serve you, Jack
We're respected by all, treated
12 a.m. I creep slow
Trying to get my jack on, nigga But you don't hear me, ho
I'm in the streets on the hunt I got a Glock in the front
A plop in
jack me like some kind of crack fiend
I wonder if knows that my income is more than
His pension, salary and then some
Your daughter is my number one fan
explanation
Jim and Jack fallback reason that
I'm hungover, I ain't even had a drop to drink
Now I'm just kicking myself and wishin like hell
I could take back
AS BRIGHT
COWBOY JACK CLEMENT BELIEVE YOU ME
SHARP AS A TACK PIANO KEY
THIS TOWN WILL NEVER BE THE SAME
NOW THAT HE'S GONE
IN SPITE OF WHAT ALL OF THESE
we gon' make them bitches dance
Cause we pop a rubber band
Used to jack, rolling up a jack
Shawty so thick, see her ass from the front
I’m
mind
And then she asks, was it beer, Jack, or Jim?
I know how you get, when you're with your friends
I reply Moonshine, as I head down the hall
Then
it's hitting for
Sip a little Jack, maybe blow a little 'dro
Love you from behind but I hate to see you go
Oh
Come on give me that green light
merry, I paint it black
Tonight they hang Jack
Tonight they hang Jack
When this killing season's opened,
I never say your name again
And if a smell
Buy and die, or sell and be free
We are the new Jacks, this is our reality
Do unto others, leave no one alive
This is our creed, we will survive
beats
One time try to run a make on my plates
Routine jack but jack is too fuckin late
Put the strap up in my lap
Hopin these muthafuckas don't trip, slip
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