Lyrics:
diamonds in the light
And we're standing side by side
As your shadow crosses mine
What it takes to come alive
It's the way I'm feeling I just can't
I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key
DJ Screw by the gallon, bitch the game belong to me
I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key
DJ
And since me and Tune had Viacom shook
I shoulda got a real-ass pirate to do the hook
Maybe Jack Sparrow maybe Peter Pan's nemesis
My power's limitless
, and waitin'
Forward, to lettin' the music, will let me ride"
Rebel Music, Rebel Music's on my side always (it's what I keep by my side)
Live in the ghetto,
, and waitin'
Forward, to lettin' the music, will let me ride"
Rebel Music, Rebel Music's on my side always (it's what I keep by my side)
Live in the ghetto,
Future always look brighter
On the other side of the tracks, yeah, yeah
But then everybody wants to go over
But they don't want to come back, no, no
and
Whatever other synonyms
Strippers named Cinnamon
More chips than Pentium
What'cha gon' buy next? Whatever
New trend it is
I'm tryin' to spend my stacks
Or above me, I just want life
To be lovely
And I'm hoping to discovery
Of a new side of me
A loose high, a breeze
Or a self-high degree
It's all fine by me
in the booth now trying to get my rap together
You know, I got to fire to heat the street up
Abuse the track, and beat the beat up you know?
You
where they be
Dockin' this boat
No hope I'm shackled
Plus gang tackled
By the other hand swingin' the rope
Wearin' red, white and blue Jack and his
Lift your legs boy, lift them please
Before you cross them tracks
You gon' end up just like me
Don't be headstrong, don't ever be mean
Before you
on the East Side
In the city by the sea
Bros killing bros while others getting money
Slowly falling off living life like zombies
Looking so stupid but thinking
Albert of Monaco at the soirée
Damn!
Jehst:
I wanna parlay man, yeah you know those cats
that rock black suits and bowler hats
Playing Jack Jones tracks
classy, gold hand bone, mama said I'm too flashy
Niggas wanna jack me, tell 'em, "Run it," like a track meet
On my DMX shit, tell my enemies to get at me
fly by
Shots goin off
For columbine high
Little white kids
Takin walks
On the crime side
Never come back
Type of thing
Turn america black
Are you ready
(Everybody reppin' from the Illadelph side)
From the Illadelph side
To the New York side
To the the universal side
(Everybody reppin' from
On my self nigga that's facts facts facts facts
I'm a Bad motherfucker Samuel Jack Jack Jack Jack
Said her hair really real when I see track track track
you are)
You're priceless yeah
(Ayy)
Got a lot of things on my mind
They can never come when they see me by your side
They wanna, they wanna stop
of the homies jus got dusted
Dusted and disgusted
Let's let of some two or threes on the other side of t-uh-town
Draw the attention on the other s-uh-side
blinded by the flashing lights
Had the freaky bitches chilling on the side
They Tryna rest I'm Tryna keep the vibe alive
Remember days I was working 9-5
you by my side (by my side)
Yeah I need you (need you)
Here we go again (go again)
Here we go again (go again)
Zach the kid on the track and I'm about
you've got on the other side of that lovely little package in your hands, you've got Run To The
Hills, Phantom Of The Opera, and Losfer Words, or in other
Not Bobby and Jackie and Jack
And Ethel and Ted and Eunice and Pat and Joan
And Steve and Peter and Jean and Sarge-
There's probably dozens of others
griefs
But at least she didn't take the mark of the beast
Rest in peace boo
If I blessed then I'ma meet you on the other side
But for now I gotta slide
Discuss these on the other side of the tracks by jack jones Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In