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Shine, Shine, Shine (Eddy Raven) · Jacks Are Wild (The Jacks) · Six Jumping Jacks, Vol. 1 (Harry Reser) · Union Jacks (The Babys) · The Cadets Meet the Jacks (The Cadets) · Jacks No Sekai (Jacks) · Jacks & Kings (The Nighthawks) · Shine Eyed Mister Zen (Kelly Joe Phelps) · Shine Eyed Mister Zen (Kelly Joe Phelps) · Shine on Brightly [Shine on Brightly...Plus] (Procol Harum) – and 90 other albums »


a queen and a three
And mumbled some words
That were so strange to me
Then she turned up a two-eyed jack
My eyes saw red but the card
Still stayed
a queen and a three
And mumbled some words
That were so strange to me
Then she turned up a two-eyed jack
My eyes saw red but the card
Still stayed
supper, eat it down by the sea
Gave my baby twenty, forty good reasons
Couldn't find any better ones in the morning at three

Rain gonna come but
And mumbled some words that were so strange to me
Then she turned up a two-eyed jack,
My eyes saw red but the card still stayed black
She said the man you
some words that were so strange to me
Then she turned up a two-eyed jack,
My eyes saw red but the card still stayed black
She said the man you love is
some words that were so strange to me
Then she turned up a two-eyed jack,
My eyes saw red but the card still stayed black
She said the man you love is
a strap, 
About worrying ya moms, and burying ya best cat, 
Talking about revenge while you carrying his casket, 
All teary eyed bout to take it
a strap, 
About worrying ya moms, and burying ya best cat, 
Talking about revenge while you carrying his casket, 
All teary eyed bout to take it
And mumbled some words that were so strange to me
Then she turned up a two-eyed jack,
My eyes saw red but the card still stayed black
She said the man you
Pink tarantula!
1, 2, 3, go!

When you wake up in the morning the rising sun shines through its frosted veil.
We'll always lay together dreaming of other
ain't got a jack in your body
You fake ass niggaz, gettin' screened like a short pass
An' if you incorrect, I'ma diamond cut your bastard ass

You got
Poolside, too high, with three bitches
For four nights, I'm finna dip
Be out at five in that six hundred Benz
Or that seven fifty I 
Ate nine
to three

The waters are totally polluted
The armies inside my head have feuded
One side has smothered the other
The disease it spreads and begins
it up
Snappin by the pain as a crew hear the gain
We remain on your mind like skulls, not a golem
I'ma show it in the house all perimeters are blown
and get by
No peace for the beast we police and shine the light
Culture vanish on the television pimpin' those
On "Cribs" in a home that they never own
Anytime that I lace mine
Light up the stage
For the homies we make shine
Sick the dogs on you
Get more by the K-9
Homies on the yard never walk in
to compliment this fuckin' sweat and tears
Will anyone really know how alone I really am?
Can you understand 3 am and a bottle of Jack?
The smell of failure is
cope 
By the time you peep this shit here, 
I'll be three times doper 
Yeah, this is for the trendy G's 
To ya bitches, & High School enemies 
All
spittin', uh
Been eatin', been ballin' and you know I'm shittin'
Platinum links, chinky-eyed blonde haired honeys sippin' rainbow colored drinks
Black thugs
like fuck y'all plans
See, we feel like stars, shine like stars
Fuck stars, fuck y'all, we examples
Samples of the hood, thugs from the hood
Young
nigga, but you ain't got a jack in your body
You fake ass niggaz, gettin' screened like a short pass
And if you incorrect, I'ma diamond cut your bastard
people know him by the name of, uh, Microphone Mike
But those of us who know him well call him Michael Troy Nine
Give it up, give it up

I wanna give
it up, jack it up
That's what playboys do when they come up on somethin
Nigga ice it up, dress it up, bezel it up
That's what Cash Money do when
Whatchu talkin bout?

[Dove]
Yo, you gettin stomped by the marching band
Keep 'em shook like spray cans (it's so hot)
It's so hot it'll make your face
know you love club music nigga, but you ain't got a jack in your body
You fake ass niggaz, gettin' screened like a short pass
And if you incorrect,