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But not near as good
As flyin' down a back road
With some buddies from back home
A splash of Jack in my Coke
Catchin' bream on a Zebco
Spottin' deer in
no they ain't gangstas
Better listen to me man, that's his marketing plan
Now these cats get on T.V., like they animals homes
Throw on a white T,
And then murdered
By a Brother
That she would've advocated
His life matters
Or that
A grown man
Can yank off my panties and pants
Without permission
We are
the black limo
Jack Daniel through the crack window
I spot the fake red dot his face like a Hindu
Grab the symbol
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The day Grandaddy died, she was there by his side
And she held to his hand, till the end
And just before his final breath, the one that took him
of my childhood will never be forgotten
It was just an old plywood boat
A '75 Johnson with electric choke
A young boy two hands on the wheel
I can't
of them just thought
That they were right, but each was wrong
I decided I would help 'em out
And that they need a song
Written by an outsider with no
Dog in
his ribs
Last nigga had his head in his dick
Keep four chains on, I'm really lit (yeah)
Send a whole gang home we hear a diss (pussy)
Lost niggas,
no they ain't gangstas
Better listen to me man, that's his marketing plan
Now these cats get on T.V., like they animals homes
Throw on a white T,
Lost city of New Orleans, we call him this
(Georgia)
Now
This song is dedicated to the one wit the suit
Thick white skin and his eyes bright blue
it's beer pong
Toupee Knock his wig off
Took his bitch to by a real one
I can't stand the rain
And I can't stand to stand to close to Niggas
I was
and setting' at the table is our drinkin' buddy jack.
We're joined by Captain Morgan and his cousin Jimmy Beam; here comes Jose Cuervo; they ask me how I've
Room service bumpin' Kain on the newest song
Holdin' gats knowin' everything I do is wrong
'Till I hi-jack the sky flyin' on a unicorn
Downstairs with
later tonight
A king this fair deserves a little bit more
Noble knights and followers a palace on the shore
An army of soldiers, fighting his wars
But
Now, Jack, he is a banker
And Jane, she is a clerk
And the both of them are saving up all their money
When they come home from work
Sittin' by
Now, Jack, he is a banker
And Jane, she is a clerk
And the both of them are saving up all their money
When they come home from work
Sittin' by
Hemingway by Dan Johnson
John was a soldier, from deep down in Florida,
He turned eighteen on Key West.
The Army would get him, and as soon as they
Jack Frost
His skinny little frame aches
There's cuts upon his grazed face
Trying to find a safe way home, that may be long
He looks above
on that old mans list
And half way home he was shaking his fist
Cussing that cloud of dust and boys like us
Boys like us are misunderstood
A little
Jack, he wasn't that nimble, wasn't that quick
Jumped over the candlestick and burnt his dick
Ran up the street cause he was piping hot
Met a bitch
Jack, he wasn't that nimble, wasn't that quick
Jumped over the candlestick and burnt his dick
Ran up the street cause he was piping hot
Met a bitch
Little boys and girls, they all love me
Come sit on the lap of I-see-E
And let me tell ya a story or two
About a punk-ass nigga I knew
Named Jack, he
to me
More Buffett more beer ah ha yeah I'll play any song that you want to hear
A Bob Marley song or a sing along a little Jack Johnson yeah you can't go
Ahhh
Heard young Johnson wen't and got a new Ford
Still got the cellophane on the dam doors
He don't work on the count of his back
Only cripple I
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