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Take your Johnson, your Mercury or your Evinrude and fire it up
Meet us out at party cove
Come on in the waters fine
Just idle on over, and toss us
On a pearl splashing glass
If they give us any flack
If they come up on our ass
We'll just give 'em the go-by
The Cadillac pass

Take me now
From
just sit there and stare

Now drink that drink and smoke that smoke
Old mister johnson turns blue and starts to choke
Somebody slap him on the back


Now
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
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
of money.

Like I say ol' Jack Johnson he was a pugilist, 
He was a pugilist by preference and by profession 
And one day ol' Jack came walkin' on down by
Alright, before we get it started
Before we did 'smoke two joints', that was Jack from the Toys
And that song 'Rivers Of Babylon'
Was written by
Alright, before we get it started
Before we did 'Smoke two joints', that was Jack from the Toys
And that song 'Rivers Of Babylon'
Was written by
in the death row to count the days before
To the day they came a knockin' at his door.
But another warden came along, jack johnson was his name;
He
with nine mm
Bullets ? brother back to back I slam
Bread and butter, break beast to Bam Bam
Jump off the Jim before I jack my Johnson
I jam like
slam 
Bread and butter, break beast to Bam Bam 
Jump off the Jim before I jack my Johnson 
I jam like Janet, chew MC's like Swanson 
Get a stamp
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 niggaz in this
of this?
The makings of a perfect bitch

[Nas]
A ghoul at night, I role like Jack the Ripper trying to choose my wife
I need a ass of a stripper, fat
got em up open all over town
Strictly biz, she don't play around
Cover much grounds, got game by the pound
Getting paid as a forty
Each and every day,
Have you heard about the Jeffrey Johnson fight 
Oh lord what a hell of a fight 
You can take all the heavyweights you got (Cause you got!) 
You got
or maybe jack and sprite
A case of Coors light and its on tonight
We talking about a party down on Johnson's farm
Late night country trouble we don't mean
find the truth
Just wait 'till her lips turn blood red
She'll fall in love with whoever, 'nuff said
And that's Johnson
He's always on some agro frat
this bar!

By two o'clock, when the bars are already closed down, BILLY had broken 'THE BIG NEWS' to ETHELL. And with dust and boulders everywhere,
brother
Back to back I slam
Bread and butter breaks, peace to bam-bam
Jump off the jim, before I jack my Johnson
I jam like janet, chew MCs like swanson
a book out called The Emperor Wears No Clothes. The author's name is Jack Herer. It's published by Queen of Clubs, and I think there's ads for it in High
n****'s stomping in my chucks
See I make it rain, dear, cause I'm all by my bucks
Use the butt up in the front, d-ck up in her c***
And I put her in her
Old Mister Johnson had troubles of his own
He had a yellow cat which wouldn't leave its home;
He tried and he tried to give the cat away,
He gave