Lyrics:
Alabama
At a club they call Big Jack's
A little four-piece band was jammin'
So I took my guitar and I sat in
I showed 'em what a band would sound like
a little device called "fluid drive"
Jack, after you revive
Chunk all your junk
Back in the trunk
Fall on your bunk
Clunk
This is the G. I. Jive
Alabama
At a club they call Big Jack's
A little four-piece band was jammin'
So I took my guitar and I sat in
I showed 'em what a band would sound like
Oh for just a little while I thought that I might lose the game
Oh but just in time I saw that twinkle in your eyes
From a jack to a king
Alabama
At a club they call Big Jack's
A little four-piece band was jammin'
So I took my guitar and I sat in
I showed 'em what a band would sound like
Mobile Alabama
At a club they call Big Jack's
A little four-piece band was jammin'
So I took my guitar and I sat in
I showed 'em what a band would
Alabama
At a club they call Big Jack's
A little four-piece band was jammin'
So I took my guitar and I sat in
I showed 'em what a band would sound like
Alabama
At a club they call Big Jack's
A little four-piece band was jammin'
So I took my guitar and I sat in
I showed 'em what a band would sound like
drinkin' Jack
I'm crankin' Hank, drinkin' Jack
You can kiss my boots
(Comes out in the whiskey)
(I can't help, I can't help)
Woah, and you can kiss my
caught in a box
Not with a fox that's got dreadlocks
Hands in the air scream "fuck you"
Bitch built like Cindy Lou Who
One shot, two shot
Lemme see
a first class flight
I ain't ever felt this good in my life
Call me mark I'm Invincible
You can call me Marshall I'm a criminal
No words baby I need visuals
Thuggz Bunny
(Show 'em what you fuckin’ with)
Jack Rabbit
(Show 'em what you fuckin' with)
Oxy Cottontail
(Show ’em what you fuckin' with)
Doc Sipps,
Don't know jack
Hustle for the next meal
Getting fed bullshit
Vomit as it all gets mixed up
Lost in the shuffle
Shit's fucked
Lost in the shuffle
Don't
just like some marbles
New whip what's popping Jack Harlow
I got the powers like I'm in Marvel
Keep this shit real no fakes in my circle
JR, Landon,
change the truth, I dive in, but I can't
I can't drink you away
I've tried Jack, I've tried Jim
I've tried all of their friends
But I can't drink you
she wobble, she wobble it
I throw a little rack for breaking her back
I'm outta there Jack
She suck that good dick she a bobblehead
Baby girl suck that
Blood on the T.V., ten o'clock news.
Souls are invaded, heart in a groove.
Beatin' and beatin' so outta time.
What's the mad matter with
never got gaffled like that
In fact I stay strapped
When niggas try to jack i caps back
The 9 Millimeter on the punk bitch
They don't want no fuck Rich
thought that I might lose the game
Then just in time I saw the twinkle in your eye
From a jack to a king
From loneliness to a wedding ring
I played
chest, shot in his chest
One sided duel, gun and a fool, ah
What a way to go
Up in the city they called him Boss Jack
But down home he was a alley cat
Ah,
that I might lose the game
Then just in time I saw the twinkle in your eye
From a jack to a king
From loneliness to a wedding ring
I played an ace and I
a little device called "fluid drive"
Jack, after you revive
Chuck all your junk
Back in the trunk
Fall on your bunk
Clunk
This is the G. I. Jive
your name I'd like to know."
She smiled all in her countenance, said, "They call me Jack-A-Roe,
Oh, they call me Jack-A-Roe."
"Your waist is light
saam die boemroeke
(Awe) Al vandat ek vas gevang was in lekker musiek, maak ek die jol los want ek rap so slick
Al die ander fokken naaiers rap matriek,
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