Lyrics:
, Jack, and don't you come back
No more, no more, no more, no more
Hit the road, Jack, and don't you come back no more
(Don't come back no more)
Hit
yeah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Hit the road Jack
And don't you come back no more
That's right you were around before this shit begun
When Twan had a daughter and
Sort of was made to mature before the first tour
We hit the road like
That's right you were around before this shit begun
When Twan had a daughter and
Sort of was made to mature before the first tour
We hit the road like
I wanna hit line drives
Wanna lose weight?
For you
Hey, what's up doc?
Now I was raised in a sandbox next to you and her
You was holding
Real talkin nigga
Man I'm all about my cash flow
Nigga I'm the shit my momma
Had me out her asshole nigga I be actin'
Nigga know that we mackin'
)
She-she-she-she-she-she-she's every country boy's dream
My momma said, "That drama don't need it"
Dirt roads even out, county fair queen and
If you can keep it, you ain't
that brought Versace
To the centerfold (‘sace)
Take off on the plug
I hit ‘em with the finger roll (yeah)
If you can buy the car then what
The fuck you
that album
The Score by The Fugees
Or Bob Marley's greatest hits
The Legend album
Or the Blueprint
Or Abbey Road
Or something that
When you hear it
Hey daddy go and win them souls
But please make sure you call
I'm so proud of you, I'm so proud of you
And now you're giving God your all
Hey momma
out, now will it?
And ill town fell like I stuck-up props, got shot
Don't worry, I hit by a, flurry, and his punk-ass dropped
But I'm the one who has
Beam me up Scottie not as to where I have no control of my
Body tweaking diodes I walk the roads like karate masters
Most the time my mind be ghost
You're the real Jack Frost (Jack Frosty)
I'm still showin' love, by the way (by the way)
They try and drag your name through the mud every day
I'm
Mami you miss me don't you?
Haters wish you? could hit me don't you?
Heh, you should call me uncle
I understand I'm back by popular demand
That new
been down that road ain't no discussion
Fuck my daddy that nigga ain't teach me nothing (Fuck my daddy)
Momma doubted me I never seen it coming (Momma
on the road, man, I think we're going nuts
Nigga tried to run but his head hit his butt
Nigga got killed, should've kept his mouth shut
Subs by
Hey my homie won't you pass that shit (Pass that shit uh)
Pass that shit right over here (Keep the rotation on the move take a hit uh)
Hey my homie
uh, we got guts on the camera.
"The Joker's Wild is brought to you by:" "Faygo!"
Everybody sing! "Send ya' momma straight up to tha sto'!
Tell
got no hits
I heard her new boyfriend lumpin' her up with his fists
But hey, you got what you asked for, I'm petty as shit
That's some food for
richer the Richie quickly
Niggas wanna hit me if they get me dress my body in linen by Armani
Check it, my lyrical carjack make your brun' splat
High
my life right by the end of the road
'Fore my body in a casket and I'm stiff and froze
'Fore I'm layin' in a morgue with a tag on my toes
I'm here
Yeah for goons only nigga
Drive-by music bitch yeah, hey watch this
Hey if you strapped put ya hands up homie
Look, see what I'm talking about
Even
Jack to my right
Brand new drip from rodeo drive
They dance to the beat when I play live
They all freak out when I drive by
I just wanna make music
bang! bang! (that's what I showed her)
Hey! make way for the drill team!
Hey! and the party we will bring!
Hey! make way for the drill team!
She ain't
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