Lyrics:
get taxed with no big cat
I keep the fifth by my sack like it's 5th Ave
Industry niggas want me starving, homie forget that
Fuck it man, I'm finna
Jack Nick.
More rapid than the Celtics these Lakers they came
He screamed like a mad man and called them by name:
“Now Magic, now Worthy, now Scott,
with a big old dent in the bumper
That my Dad put there once he got the call that nine months wasn't ever gunna come after all
That I was joining
proved to you!
There was a big crowd of mourners at the church house
The section hands laid him in the sand
Trains go by on the rails John Henry laid.
Stadium status
Uh
My big brother was B.I.G.'s brother
Used to be Dame and Biggs' brother
Who was Hip-Hop brother, who was No I.D. friend
No
Stadium status
Uh
My big brother was B.I.G.'s brother
Used to be Dame and Biggs' brother
Who was Hip-Hop brother, who was No I.D. friend
No
Start fillin my lungs
Couple KitKats
And a Reeces yeah
Surrounded by snow
And it's knee-deep oh
CDs bumpin in the Camry
Found a rare candy
In the Safari
and vaudefillian famous
For singing "Swannee"
Written with words by Irving Ceasar
And music by Ira
Gershwin in 1919 became a big hit for
Jolson in 1920 and was
a gang sign
Gotta glock 40 in my waist line
Just bought a new crib by the lake side
What is life like its love and I love my girl
Show up life a big spenda
This is the ballad of Hollywood Jack and the Rage Cage
Nothing could stop them when Jables and Rage hit the stage
and Hollywood Jack hit the big
it the process or accumulated AC/DC?
Can't say for sure but I sure did get a good zing
Got addicted to that ritual they sold for a hefty fee
Maxed out
sent a great big fish to swallow me whole
I’m in the belly of the whale, it’s so deep, deep, deep
The bottom of the sea is so deep, deep, deep
GETTING THE P’s BY THE BOAT LOAD
(BOAT LOAD)
SURROUNDED BY GREEN LIKE A GOLF BALL
(GOLF BALL)
MOTIVATED BY THE LOST SOULS
(LOST SOULS)
MY JACK LBJ IT GET
BY THE LOST SOULS
(LOST SOULS)
MY JACK LBJ IT GET ALL CALLS
(ALL CALLS)
BACK TO THE CRIB SHE ON ALL FOH
BACK TO THE CRIB SHE ON ALLLL FOH
BACK
melon in now
With a pistol so big yo it could lift
A hippo and knock an elephant down
Akh, I punch a lot, I'm tellin' you now
And that fake-ass ice that
When you've got no more assurance
Than a great big hunk of lead
If you don't respond to romance
Jack, you're dead!
When a chick is smiling at you
the human-sized buildings
The where you going in such a hurry
Those boring familiar faces chatting on the street
The cars taking a walk
The scent of skin hit by
the greatest, you just the latest,
I'm loved by your grand mama, and your baby
[Chorus]
See my head is so big they call me jack in the box,
You can't
one we seeing hit him right in his chest
So hit the road jack
Bullets get the flying that's a Big Mac
Big 50 choppa imma hold him to that
6ix9ine
When you got no more assurance
Than a great big hunk of lead
If you don't respond to romance
Jack, you're dead
When a chick is smilin' at you
Even
that's been proved to you!
There was a big crowd of mourners at the church house
The section hands laid him in the sand
Trains go by on the rails John
to jack
Devils in little red hats
Motherfuckin' dirty macks!
And if you didn't know it's like that
I got a big fat gat for the dirty mack
Devil
to the party too (yeah)
Bitch don't even try me, you're looking tough (ha)
I'm on that greasy, I'm on that cheap trick
Got that ACDC up in the speakers
Rock
And you betta put a low jack on yo ho mane
I just call her boo
I don't know her whole name
Keep it on the low mane
All we eat is lo mien
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