Lyrics:
is on our house!
Now tell me, what am I to return with?
Ugh, you don't remember?
The cow as white as milk
The cape as red as blood
The hair
on the other hand, had no father, and his mother
I wish
Well, she was not quite beautiful
I wish my son were not a fool
I wish my house was not a mess
I
on the other hand, had no father, and his mother
I wish
Well, she was not quite beautiful
I wish my son were not a fool
I wish my house was not a mess
I
NARRATOR
Well, she was not quite beautiful-
JACK'S MOTHER
I wish my son were not a fool.
I wish my house was not a mess.
I wish the cow was full of milk.
I
I’m coming from the Wes-Kaap west coast
It’s like Cape Town and Compton are step bros
If you don’t understand our slang keep your bek closed
I grew
the sun or the house
martin or the plumber may seek warmer climes in winter yet these
are not strangers to our land.
GUARD #1: Are you suggesting coconuts
was not quite beautiful
I wish my son were not a fool
I wish my house was not a mess
I wish the cow was full of milk
I wish the walls were full
time great list, Moscow, I ain't rushing
Squad like a full house, check the hand I ain't bluffing
California, down South, in the LAnd im triumphant
I am
be beat, and didn't get up until the next
Morning, when we all had to go to court. We walked in, sat down, Obie came
In with the twenty-seven 8
the mirror and the cane
It may be false, it may be true
But nothing has been proved
Stephen's in his dressing-gown now, breakfasting alone
Too sick
the mirror and the cane
It may be false, it may be true
But nothing has been proved
Stephen's in his dressing-gown now, breakfasting alone
Too sick
and collecting bribe from them.
Minister,
If you want to complain about anyone,
do so in the royal court.
I'll inquire immediately.
Now you may leave.
The minister
the mirror and the cane
It may be false, it may be true
But nothing has been proved
Stephen's in his dressing-gown now, breakfasting alone
Too sick
better be saving your thoughts
Boy all you got is a cape, I make the nation go off
And nigga who put fear in your heart, respect me
Take a act of God 'fore
zone
The swallow may fly south with
The sun or the house
Martin or the plover may seek
Warmer climes in winter
Yet these are not strangers to our land?
like I've been walking on crates (On crates)
Vacations in Italy for the grapes, yeah, yeah
House by the ocean out in the Cape (By the Cape)
Tired
of doors
Man, you're big enough to be an athlete so
You ever play any sports?
Just a little figure skating
Why don't you come up to the house and
Play some
Huh
Rip my babies nigga
You know this 63 shit deep up in me
Aye nigga you can treat it like a business, or treat it like a trap house
Know some
casket, bought a 'Cat and that's the car he died in (21)
Court system in my bedroom, only place I lied in (21)
I took a Hollywood bitch to Starlight and I
Shorty want to scream 'I ain't his real dad' now
I may not be your father
But I'm the closest thing to him
Girl I love you
And ain't a thing that I
said
I'll go
But every mornin' Imma pray for snow
But for now whatever, I don't remember much
Sticks and stones may break my bones
But I put on my cape
I don't fuck around this is foreplay
Fuck what the law say, fuck what the court say
I don't fuck around this is foreplay
Fuck round foreplay fuck
being followed by a
yellow Coupe De Ville
now she had a reputation
for driving pretty fast
it may not be the first time
but it might be the last
Then she
one or nothing at all
To whom it may concern lesson learned
I'm at the table waiting for it to turn
Until then this court is not adjourned
I'm bound
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