Lyrics:
Of his crimes, we tried to compile a list
Sellin' sexy DVD's of a Willy being kissed
Stealin' pensions on the old and infirm
Made a fortune sellin'
jack (aye)
I don't want that hoe I put that bitch on the track (yea)
Them boys move in circles that's why I call em dvds (dvds)
I been getting off mixing
Johnson on replay
Sewn together like the holes in my sweater
Writing these letters in cursive cuz I know it hurts to admit that you're better at this than
price, stay on your toes cause I'm poppin'
If Jack and a couple Harlows gave me the key cause now I'm locked in
Pacing, walking, forever hip-hopping
the good times go?
Life was so much easier twenty years ago.
I guess I should stop by Mr. Johnson's hardware store
His only son was my friend Joe
But
The man who honor rescued
Since the day he was born
And it runs him like a plantation
Like a plantation Jack?
Like a plantation Bob
For never has
never coming home
Nina oh, won't you leave me now
And I've been living on the road Nina
But then again you should know Nina
Cause that's you and me both
don't know if I should be, ah
Woe be gone, hoes be gone, light side of Obi-Wan
Tenuous links that pass as metaphors, Drake
What kind of a rapper's never
an old, old friend
Just like a used to be
Well, I know by heart the words
She wrote to me
Oh yeah, well, well
She said, "Dear Mister Johnson
Please sent
Vivisections performed by Gillette
And Unilever walmart moves in to monopolize
And rape communities
Nestle is responsible for third-world deaths
From baby bottle
Live by the code, die by the code
Never been a hoe, bury me before I sell my soul
Live by the code, die by the code
Never been a hoe, bury me
We've never thought about
The route I took avoid opps
Got the jab like it's a Jabulani T Motswako rap
I mean that's mandatory acts
No cap unless you Jack
don't feel, I can't feel it no more
Seems to me nowadays things have changed
I don't know if I feel the same
Yo, in the land of the unseen hand and hold
summer nights
Whispering her name
Under the blanket by the riverbank
Hearts beating fast
We never thought twice
She pulled me close and I held
the end you'll see
Our loves my favourite dvd
Like a romantic comedy
Sang in perfect harmony
I wanna watch you forever
Never put you on the shelf
Cause
Raised by the streets, no father no big brother
Racist police shooting us cuz our skin color
New Jack city my hood is what The Carter is
Bitches having
gon' turn it out
Jack Nicholson, in the house
Courtside, wit-out a doubt
(He's never gonna give it up, never walk away)
Spike Lee, in the house
gon' turn it out
Jack Nicholson, in the house
Courtside, wit-out a doubt
(He's never gonna give it up, never walk away)
Spike Lee, in the house
dream, to floss with the team
Long on the suine
DVD's on the screen
Blowing on cream
Waiting for you to scheme
You ain't gotta know how to flick, to spray
who know me
Very well are like
"Are you sure you're ok?" But I
Really am i've never been
This happy i'm so proud of
This album i'm proud
Of myself and I
Sitting by the fire, listening to the radio
He knows his life will never be nothing but OK
Sometimes at night you can hear Jack pray
Jack worships
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You ain't gotta know Buck! (UH)
You ain't no man
Nigga you ain't got no nuts
(heeeeeeeeeeey) damn!
Uh oh! - Here we go! He standing by Ja Rule!
a text if i consider you my mans & nem
lot of niggas nosey, trying to peek into your plans
i'm only worried bout my fam, i'm never worried bout a ham
i
I know you think you got it together player, but fuck the bird you with
And listen close to the makings of the perfect bitch
Listen close
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