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Jacuzzis were his claim to fame
And you would probably do the same
If he did it to you
His name was: Bob Johnson the hot tub king
He's your man if
making miss, huh never mind
Look like a fool, yeah this what I do, yeah
If you ain't riding with me then I throw up the deuce yeah
I got the juice yeah
regrets, no abortion, had a son
By the name of Seven
And he's five
By the time I do this mix, he'll probably be six
You do the arithmetic
Me do
We said this summer we go down to Cancun
No money makes that kind of hard to do
Forget the beach I'd rather be here with you playing croquet okay
get back and do some physical fitness
Jumpin' jacks, sit ups and push ups
Now pick up your brain
And come and lift up some heavy weights
Stupid, you
The good Lord came to me and said, boy, you gotta go where you don’t want to go
The good Lord came to me and said, boy, you gotta do what you don’t
fuckin Rock so what's up hoe?
You wanna get fucked by me dick mick dangles
Then drop your funky drawers straight down to your ancles
And swing that big ass
pretend all is well
When you can tell the truth from a lie
When everything crumbles
And it isn't up to you
You raise your head begging
And asking what to do
goes it's cos he had a square bum.
Well I'm telling you, that's not absolutely true
He was told to sit there by his teacher.
Jack's crime was this, he
they see ya man passing
I'm in the Aston Martin, unforgivable blackness beg your pardon
All my Jack Johnson nigga, all my shows sell tix like Boston
take that chance, roll the dice, broken hearts, broken homes
You're not from here, you won't know what it's like
Jack's as cold as ice, he's lost his
your minister
And you can save that speech for
The sisters of the church
This is America, jack
This is all about corporate
Takeovers and money makeovers
I said shit real
I know how baggin' a whole brick feel
But Cass'
Do you know how battlin' a whole Crip feel?
Who grip steel? Revolver with the spin
Jack you shit on the fence.
But the fence, the fence, is owned by America.
Sit on the fence, owned by America.
They make no pretence, it's owned by
on display (yeah)
You think I'm gettin' boo'd up, baby, oh no, not today (not today)
I'm 'bout to bust it out the frame (woah)
Dick dancin' everywhere, I do
Callin' out Magic, I'm swingin' this Johnson
Bitches avoidin', I'm callin' out nonsense
Smokin' Sharif like the big O'Neal
If you get this line, bitch, you
love that lazy feeling]
So do you feel like sleeping
[Let the world go by]
Mr Bentley yawns, he hates the daily grind
So it's goodnight,
Ring, ring, ring, ring
Do you hear me callin'
Look at this mess that you just started
I took a perky my soul departed
The reign has started
Now we
All right, let's start with the most basic
Question there is: Are
You a religious man? Do you believe in God?
Well, that'll do for openers i
Think I
do?) feed 'em to the wolves then
Catch me by myself nigga better still dead
Yeah I'm a hater, fuck your wrists
Yeah I'm a hater, fuck your life
Yeah I'm
burning still, oh no
A beautiful story left incomplete
Ooh, how he knocked me off my feet
Sitting by my window pane
Thinking am I going insane
Why do you
Some fuckin' is good for you, though
Jack gettin' some
Pussy beats havin' a war i ain't lyin'
Cummin' is a lot of fun
Drink Irish, smoke Jamaican
destined to despair.
So beware of Jack, when the night grows late,
And the moon is full, don't open your gate.
For if you do, and he enters your home,
You
out the house, 17 gold mouth
18 on the block, nigga got them thangs out
Birdman Stunna, nigga, we don't sit in jail
Real niggas do real thangs, you know
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