Lyrics:
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Got Jack and Sally in my ride
Tedy Bundy calls me all the time
Got the devil on my mind
That's facts
Dun know he made me sing this ryhme
I get
the coffee in the end
When he parties with the queen of the deck
Check
Poker face
Let, let guards down
Like in London Buckingham
It's the bass last
Like when
every once in a blue moon
I can't wait til i brabus the waggon
Ain't no kizzy kseviin ain't cappin
If you flexing kseviin gon jack it
If you playing six
too ratchet
Mike Jack how she touching this jacket Mike Jack how I'm feeling this Janet
Takeoff little bitch I ran it Bruno Mars I'm on a different
ball, paper dolls
Hacky sack and hangman
Tag you're IT, cops and robbers
Jungle gym, chutes and ladders
Tic tac toe, Mister Rogers
Marco Polo, London
The old timers on the stoop leaning leisurely
The new jacks up in the park smokin' greenery
Easily taken for granted when you up in it but its sweet
a pie
Jack move, robbery yeah that's a pie
If you see a pie go and eat that pie
I'm like where's that pie
Everyday I eat pies
If you're not hungry
(Have you ever been to London?)
(Go Grizz')
Bounce back (bounce back)
Take a loss, nigga, get it right back (right back)
Look, she get tossed
tooth, picky hair looking shit
From the East London bits
I'm not presidential I'm from the fucking slums
Where the niggas don't love you
Your girl fuck
shoo wop
Activate it
New York, London, Paris, Munich
Everybody talk about pop musik
Talk about, pop musik
Talk about, pop musik
Pop pop pop pop
tryna speak, cause I didn't care
24 hours in London, I take a plane, now I'm ready to maintain my name
Bitch, I'm in there
I'm tryna speak, cause I didn't
They'll all come running back
In the winter
Traffic's thinner
They run the boats
But they're few and far between
Oh, see New London
Harbor
we burn banks out and played safes out
Shit, I had to buy the bag its own place now
Bring the jack back, too many fakes out
So much work I had
Got a boy back home in Michigan
And he tastes like Jack when I'm kissing him
So I told him that I never really liked his friends
Now he's gone
dollar bill, got that London Fog out the back paid the man
Me and Khujo and T-Boo, three jack lumbers
On the loose, cut your ass Lo like Cee
Be under
Everybody made it
Shoobie doobie do wop
Infiltrate it
Pop pop shoo wop
Activate it
New York, London, Paris, Munich
Everybody talk about pop musik
Dear dirty London in the pouring rain
I wish to God I was back in the sea again
Though that belongs to the world of never will be
There was never
different scenery
the old timers on the stoop leaning leisurely
the new jacks up in the parks smoking greenery
easily take it for granted when you up in it
standin' outside
Gates got the cocaine in the bud, mmh
Rest in peace, Lil' Fat, Droptop Jack, come in all black
Hit me back, pull on me and Julio,
a lightweight, I'm a hard back
I run a man out of town with a car jack
Still the same don when I get P
Bring it back to the hood and a I half that
Yeah, I
the car jack for you
And you was shook (Oh shit) you was shook
So why now, in 2006, are you trying to hype?
Why are you trying to hype?
Imagine this
Got a boy back home in Michigan
And he tastes like Jack when I'm kissing him
So I told him that I
Never really liked his friends
Now he's gone
Everybody made it
Shoobie doobie do wop
Infiltrate it
Pop pop shoo wop
Activate it
New York, London, Paris, Munich
Everybody talk about pop musik
(That's so sick)
I write the news
I know you can't make sense of my southern views
Yeah, London prices may seem stiff
But they'll roll you
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