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on my lap

Tried to make me submit but I arnt a man who’s gona tap

You either by my side or hit the road like you were Jack

No one can make me feel that

poured a what boy that pop light skin it ain't a deuce in there
Ain't no Kool Aid in this blender but I'm mixin up juice in here

Hit the road bring racks

the Ignite classes
Hit my snap they sayin keep me posted on the fresh batches
On my jack my favorite hoe she say she need some fresh lashes
Youngin got no

Lost a lot of bitches
Lost a lot of women
Lost a lot of people
Lost a lot of shit, yeah
I ain't never wanna hit it down
Down on the road, yeah
I ain't

wanna see what I see?
OD, I be bout the bread, y'all stay tweakin'
Triple double never hit lightly
Do you wanna see what I see?
Do you wanna see what I

Loretta Lynn's Lincoln

Josh Turner

Your Man

2006

heard a tappin' on the window as I woke up
'Neath an old newspaper in my pickup truck
The policeman said, 'boy, you better hit the road, jack
Get that

on the road running it up



It’s just me & Smoove it’s a hundred thousand in this room 

And we just brought this out the bank, boy don’t make me hit the safe

many quarters in
That boy a bar-cade
Harlem, half the time he brought water in
Fetching orders, Jack em for Jersey she was my Jill
Back and forth, George

the crowd, I'ma rock the show
Cause them boys can't do it like us, no

I ride narrow, elude Jack Sparrow 
Lyrical arrows, I'm gunning for the Pharaoh
Got

They call me Jackson, got the same name as my father
But they only called him Jack, it's funny, 'cause he got up
And left me, back in '10, my dad

hurts, this shit is hard to live by
Opportunities wasted, it was hard to watch that kid die
For nothing, always stumbling... over words
Nigga shot 5 times,

dreams in the work road's narrow
How I leave the bar walking like I'm Jack Sparrow
Okay, talking to MJ
I really hate to say it but he might be right
I can

up my do'
Hit the Lowell Ho Stroll with a fat dough roll yo
Chillin' posted up on the block with my homies almost every day
Play by play make it my pay

fruit punched to the face no hits for free
Ain't grow up with the same bunch for this shit put up everything
Jack jumping let it ring
Going hard bitch

up my do'
Hit the Lowell Ho Stroll with a fat dough roll yo
Chillin' posted up on the block with my homies almost every day
Play by play make it my pay

babies and grow Read about it, listen on it, understand what you don't

It's okay to say no
Too much comfort, maybe get up and go Make like Jack hit

Peace to My Nine

Spice 1

Spice 1

1992

yet they callin' me they nigga
Should I get the A.K. and jump like Jack
Or should I just reanimate the mothafuckin' Fac
My name is Spice 1, but I be

Keep It Redneck

The Lacs

Keep It Redneck

2013

to drank
Yeah I like to smoke
Crank some Lynard Skynard
Hit them dirty roads
Pull up to my buddies
Buddy what ya know
Smoke a little drank
Stack another load

like suction cups
Yea what the fuck is up you duck
You better slip
Or get your wrist slit
Ultimate legit, can't quit when it comes to making hits
A phat

ghost
Hit ya Jack when im close
We can do another toast.
Hit another bowl but for now its the road
Ripping shows for the dough
Girl you already know.
They

let tonight it'll be the purge with it
My nigga I'm so damn high
I done slapped 5 when the road runner walked by uh
Yo Reaper take this (Uh)
Still run

my side
When the rubber hit the road
This rig don't dig no overload
Come on now let my baby ride

Ooo she's like a smooth stretch of highway
Ooo she's

Dedicated

Das EFX

Hold It Down

1995

with the runnin mile, your time's runnin out
I make it happen, niggas slackin, son they dumbin out
Actin fly, jack passed me by
Mmmah - you can kiss that

Nobody gives a funk
Instead a younger lad comes along and wants it more
So if you wanna have some fun
We gotta go now and hit the road jack
Hold up show