Lyrics:
Till she couldn't even recognize the pain
Just another notch to cut in the belt
A man made more by the lies he'd tell
Oh his spring got loose started
gave me you number anyway you were on the talcum
Powder, how's about them oranges?
Moved away from home to school with big plans
By day, studied
Casey Jones was an old engineer
Call for his family tonight, they will fear
All I need is my water and coal
Look out the windows, see my drag wheel
Killa, Jones, Jones, Let's Go are
Clowns don't come around, pound pounds I pump in town
Do like House of Pain, Kriss Kross, jump around
Jumpin'
hater yeah
You can not never just doubt her
She got that power
Pussy is power
But that mula that shit green
I love that shit more than hours
Look I was
Fuck what you talking about, I ain't hearing none of that
All them niggas stick 'em up for a 60-pack
Chopper on 'em make a nigga do jumping jacks
So you see a nigga shining in the Benzo
Ballin'!
Got me feelin' like Jim Jones
I'm a pimp though, no limp though
Couldn't copy my style in Kinkos
Put
I'm Drake in back to back
Buying all this jewelry, I need more by stack
Feeling Dicaprio Leo, just call me Jack
Talking on the internet, we turn him
I'm Drake in back to back
Buying all this jewelry, I need more by stack
Feeling Dicaprio Leo, just call me Jack
Talking on the internet, we turn him
won
A cold soul melted by the heat of rising suns
I'm a jack of all trades but a master of none
Can't save face so I think I'll cut my losses and run
call it
I watch these haters take they shots like they were alcoholics
"What is he wearing? Somebody jack that fool's steeze"
If I'm a faggot spell it
When you got no more assurance
Than a great big hunk o' lead
If you don't respond to romance
Jack, you're dead
When a chick is smilin' at you
Even
face? No case
Drug deals easy, more booze is lookin' like space
Jean Paul Gaultier, see-through Jamaican tank top
Hopped out the two-tone, Lord, made
Jack, to conive a two fist
Blam to your chin Blam! to your soul
Now tell me who the player with the biggest balls
Rhymes hittin' like planet Rio, press
to bring rhymes
Rappers is dime a dozen like
The cars in Trading Times
This is the shit I'm
Not the ordinary cracker, i'm the Ritz
Step back Jack or collide
unto you today my friends
This is not the house that Jack built
This is the house that we all built
Because it takes more than one
You see it takes
unto you today my friends
This is not the house that Jack built
This is the house that we all built
Because it takes more than one
You see it takes
as a
Moral judge? I think you should keep quiet
Can you think of one more corrupt?
Yeah, I'm living in one i'm living in one
I didn't mean to be so fired up
Scientists swear by me
Imagine Einstein in Carmen Jones's body
Gave you auditions
They say I'm a gymnast in business
My summersault your positions
Waste
and no more groans
No mortgages or loans
And you won't see a trace of worrying on the face of Farmer Jones
Howdy neighbor, happy harvest
Get your
it, I'll take you to war
Yeah, I no longer idle by,
I'm biding my time
For more
(I want it more, I want it more)
I want it more, yeah
(I need it more, I
me but i dont know them
isolated, hope i know some
on my jack jones, i hit the road jack,
but didnt come back, no more, no more
well here im so high,
to be there by nine
Pin stripe suit, clean shirt and tie
Stops off at the corner shop, to buy The Times
Good Morning Smithers Jones
How's the wife
Rollin through the block bumpin Jim Jones So Harlem "shit is getting funny to me"
I got a hundred on the sack
Wit my buddies in the back
Dreamin bout
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