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"Last night I lay on a warm feather bed
Beside my husband and baby
Tonight I lay on the cold, cold ground
By the side of Black Jack David." [2x]
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Words and Music - Jane
Produced by David Bronze
Lead vocal _Jane
Piano - Reg Webb / Jane
Programming - David Bronze
A parody of "Riding With Private Malone" (Written by Thom Shepherd and Weed Newton. Recorded by David Ball)
New lyrical adaptation by Cledus T. Judd
Ratta to the motherfuckin' tat is how I stomp this
Much love for niggas that's sleepin up in the darkness
Cause I'm a crooked nigga 2 like Pac
I
David caught a giant on his tongue? 
The light through the window holds the dust of past heroes 
And they're never destroyed only scattered around 
By
Lil' Jewish princess, never recognized
Replaced the star of David for the ones in your eyes
So you popped a Vicodin and ran away from everyone
too.
I got two middle fingers and they're pointed at you!

(Chorus)

I'm the messiah, I'm anti-celebrity,
I'm anti-war like John Lennon in
Tom Thumb jumped up and said "I got one,
David Duke and Farrakhan riding side-by-side on the top gun"

[Shock-G]
Hickory Dickory Dock, each day I hear
time.....for what.....but
The cops say I'm 

[verse 2]
I get fresh from
Yankee stadium to the garden I beg your pardon
Stop it, my closet, macy's mens department
[O Dawg from Menace II Society]
"Oh nigga guess what! 
Word got back about the little marks who jacked you!
I know where they be kickin it
rhythm, blues, be bop and hip hop

Back on the block
Back on the block

[ VERSE 2: Melle Mel ]
I'm back, on the block, on the screen
I'm on the wax,
Bootleggin-whiskey-rapin-black-women-and-havin-a-fat-stack-of-loot
Undercover David Duke, isn't it true
The gangster movement started long before my time
Long before the hair rag, gangster sag
Finger signs and love
eatin'
A different dive bar, drinkin' every other weekend
Like a trucker drivin' 18, I only slept two
My neck stays Red and my collar stays Blue
Three
routine
I don't judge you if you're part of a true scene
But me? I could be anywhere - blue screen

At the Grammys getting nominated
Or trying to be
me up, bitch I'm gunning killing everything
And my veins pumping nothing but this thug blood
Maybe blue nigga, till I'm through nigga, yeah
Situation
like, "David, it's like one, two, three"
as you're climbing barefoot on the apple tree
it is as sweet as me, and as good as new
and you know how bad I
the plan
Setup perfect why flop us
My man
It be me and you
Oh yeah 
Down by the river
Oh yeah 
Without guns and triggers
Wu man
Sunz plan is perfect from
over another niggas loot and fucking up the currency
Born and bad seed outta the crowd
Like David Guenna you don't wanna see me angry pal
I'll raise up
travel in multiples of C
The organic supercomputer that solved the mysteries
Of Clan Calusa with two blue metric rulers
Liked Cool J, but thought
Wanna be a baller, shot caller
Twenty-inch blades on the Impala
Call her, gettin' laid tonight
Swisha rolled tight, got sprayed by Ike
I hit
Wanna be a baller, shot caller
Twenty-inch blades on the Impala
Call her, gettin' laid tonight
Swisha rolled tight, got sprayed by Ike
I hit
Candy-red, two-do', let my top down slow
Hittin, my remote, sittin, in my shit
Presidential V-12 with that AMG kit
It don't quit, as I get high
From K.C.
Candy-red, two-do', let my top down slow
Hittin, my remote, sittin, in my shit
Presidential V-12 with that AMG kit
It don't quit, as I get high
From K.C.
Ride on Blue Boy dipped in a Uni
Dickin on a squad car, vickin on a fully
Sick as a Sunni, strapped with a bobby
Pullin on the pin, he Tutankhamun
motherfuckers in the cold 
No need to be told, cause when you got a million po' people 
Gettin ganked, by a few that are rich and evil 
But it's illegal,