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(Suitcase in my hand)
No, shit, what's this
(Jack is in his corset, Jane is in her vest)
Fucking faggot Johnson
(Jack, sweet Jane, I'm in a rock'n'roll
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
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
put her on the back of my bike
And a we went riding
Down by old man Johnson's farm

Now rainy days never turned me on
But something about
at you
Even though there's nothing said
If you stand there like a statue
Jack, you're dead!

You've been always kicking
But you stubbed your toes
When you
She was pacing back and forth
On her front porch
I pulled up slinging gravel
In my daddy's ford
She cried all the way to Johnson's store
I kept
Captain Jack will get you high tonight
And take you to your special island
Captain Jack will get you by tonight
Just a little push, and you'll be smilin'
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
smile 

Captain Jack will get you high tonight 
And take you to your special island 
Captain Jack will get you by tonight 
Just a little push,
(hey hey)
Your lips kiss Jack on fire

And when you fall in love with me
We can dig a hole by the willow tree
Then I will fuck you till you die
to your very best

Hey, hey, I'm a Jack on fire
Hey, hey, your lips kiss Jack on fire

Way back in the Indian days
Nothing could drive the heat away
and we went riding
Down by old man Johnson's farm

Now rainy days never turned me on
But something about the way, the clouds and her mixed
She wasn't
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
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
put her on the back of my bike
And-a we went riding
Down by old man Johnson's farm

Now rainy days never turned me on
But something about
This is the ballad of Hollywood Jack and the Rage Cage
Nothing could stop them when Jables and Rage hit the stage
and Hollywood Jack hit the big
here
I put her on the back of my bike
And we went riding
Down by old man Johnson's farm

I said now, overcast days never turned me on
But something
here
I put her on the back of my bike
And we went riding
Down by old man Johnson's farm

I said now, overcast days never turned me on
But something
the slack
Ain't nothing you can do about the dough that you lack
But beat it right back to the track, Jack

Choo choo, choo choo ch'boogie
Woo woo, woo
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
here
I put her on the back of my bike
And we went riding
Down by old man Johnson's farm

I said now, overcast days never turned me on
But something
Jack Johnson, yes my dog, right with them!
The most special, most ghetto, most method, most valuable
Rep my avenue like is the damn state capital
Coming
how I'ma live and die with it
Hold up and down your spine with it
Like Zimzallabim, Jack Johnson, yes my dog, right with them!
The most special, most
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
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