Lyrics:
Cocai money beck
e uma garrafa de Jack
Eu no baile esalando
o perfume mal Beck
A fumaça e branca
Mais é verde a cor do Beck
Da dois tapa chuta
Yo, rated X, smack you off the stage when I'm vexed
No sweat, I crack a cold case of Beck's
Guess whose back? The jack of all trades is next
seen some ugly trees
There was a werewolf honkin'
'Long the side of me
I'm mean 'n I'm bad, why'know I ain't no sissy
Got a big-titty girly by
nigga! Trill trill ass nigga)
You claim you got much dope
And you got much backup
But you ain't got jack shit to
Make this nigga slack up
So if you wanna
yo bitch ass? You ain't even much a starter jack
Go ahead and take ya team to the showers
When we done with the trophy bitch, you can have ours
'Cause
no reason for alarm
Soon after this maneuvering, artists all over
Started being influenced by those Bone Thugs-N-Harmony-esque cadences and flows
plotting on that dime
Thought 'cause we was cool before that we gon' take yo ass on tour?
Fuck nah, this my chance to get it
How you entitled to my shine?
killed without a check
Know I'm Jack the Ripper, and I'm coming for your neck
Yeah
Killing by seventy, we put em to rest
That body ain't cold when it's in
loved by ya grandmama, and ya babies
[chorus]
See my head is so big they call me jack n the box
You can't impress me, so fuck what you got
I say my head
of town
If you're gonna do it give me a reach around
Jump off the ground
Get off my ass jack
Get off my ass jack
Get out of town
If you're gonna do it
Original rude boi on your scene
Everybody light your blunts, get your smoke on
All you bitches drop your drawers witcha stinkin' ass
Just roll
and began, put the jack down to chance
See I can put down like this, and you don't know why
Niggas always would try but soon they all just die
I didn't
Ain't no love in Oakland, bitch
Niggas always talkin bout 'I love you'
But ain't no love, bitch
Now it's a shame, I can't be saved by John
his ass when he made the dumb-ass mistake to ask her what her parents were like, and she done it all shut up on tranquilizers too." [Jack Scagnetti:]
ass (stinkin' ass)
Just roll that weed (roll that weed) just roll that weed (roll that weed)
Ayo yes it's me the MC Grand Royal
Spittin' that Newcleus
like that get me vexed
So I crack your ass like corn while your bitch crack my Beck's
Rock da spot
Yo
Aiyyo, catch this picture, of me in the mixture
Red Chip Funk
Performed by Twenty-something DJ Franklin
Lyrics and arrangement by Raymond Francisco Quinton
Produced by Rabid City Records
(C)
I'm really the jack of all trades I can do it all
I'm talking about I can do it all pussy ass nigga
Let's go
First off let me start by saying I can do
blasted, surrounded by niggas in masks
Sent with the task to harass and murder my ass
Will I last? heaven or hell? freedom or jail?
Shit's hard, who can
Apollo (Pollo)
Hardest pill for me to swallow (Swallow)
Giant step for man today (Day)
Ten toes by tomorrow (-Morrow)
I built the boat that's in the bottle
wanna blast
Drop it on my shit
Drop it on my dick
Make me get long
Like da Neck of giraffe
By the end of the song
I'll be wreckin' dat ass
Gon' shake
yo DAWG ass, Barkin up the wrong tree
Rip'em in the studio, taken damage? hardly
Farley, down by the river, eat a snicker victor
Gonna get him drunk
talented
They be fuckin with mo' MC's at Jack the Rapper)
(Aight fuck it, what you say Mall?
Ay, fuck them sheisty ass bootches, nigga)
The California
Mai ling callin', go hit the road, jackk get off yo ass
Mai ling callin', go hit the road, jack get off yo ass
I'm really up in saccs and I'm
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