Lyrics:
found this shine
He moved north in nineteen forty-nine
On his tenth birthday daddy took him to town
To see the Jackie Robinson play.
It was
Jacking robing all day Jackie Robinson
I'm not Jackie Robinson I could rob ya son
Jacking robing all day Jackie Robinson
I'm not Jackie Robinson I
oxygen
Up on the clouds Jackie Robinson
The money keeps comin' in
Under the table like a congressman
Into my veins like oxygen
Up on the clouds Jackie
Jackie Robinson I'm sipping 42
I can't talk about my moves
I know they watching what I do
We ain't thirsty for these hoes
These bitches know I got
Jackie Robinson was a man who swung a bat
And because he was so good at it
He became much more than that
He was the first man of color in the game
think I'm lame for this
Then nigga you a mark
I knock the pussy out the park
Like Jackie Robinson
Or I make you tap out
Like Bret hart
So what you say
streets
You sang my Beatles songs with me
I sang your Broadway melodies
Bad harmonies
And where would Willie Mays have been
without Jackie Robinson
Where would Willy Mays have been
Without Jackie Robinson?
Mighta just been
Ordinary men
What's wrong with ordinary men?
What's wrong with ordinary men?
uh yeah
Jackie Robinson
45 talking loud, walk it out
I'm gon hit my opps
Fuck a opp we shoot at the cops
And flash our jewels
Ice tray the game
(Door)
Finna cop a new grill on a bitch,
You should see my smile bitch
We done poured up a Jackie Robinson, bitch I'm fin' see the clouds bitch
Finna
Repping forty two
Jackie Robinson in forty nine
Took your bitch and got to third base
I ain't even lying
When I cop a piece I ain't even check the price
I
"An iron curtain has descended across the continent of Europe."
" Jackie Robinson goes to bat for the first time in a Major League."
"Old soldiers
(B-R-O-O-K!)
Brooklyn we go hard, we go hard! (L-Y-N! Come again!)
[Jay-Z]
I father, I Brooklyn Dodger them
I Jack, I Rob, I sin
Aw man, I'm Jackie
I'm like Satchel Paige wit a gauge
Or Jackie Robinson, when I'm robbin' one
Of you Cracker Jacks fool I'm a motherfuckin' vet
And fuck yo
as Steve Hal
You can't salary cap my gat
No strike, cuz gangsta-rap is on the map
I'm like Satchel Paige wit a gauge
Or Jackie Robinson, when I'm robbin' one
somebody blocked in
Just saw my partner from Atlanta, he said, "You fresh as fuck, twin"
Swing that stick like Jackie Robinson and we slide home
He so
Fuqua, Damien Marley
Trevor McDonald, The Black Stars
Angie Stone, Count Basie
Duke Ellington, Jackie Robinson
Bill Clinton, that's right I said it
nigga haha
Matta fact you know what it is man
Shouts out Jackie Robinson
Booker T Washington homie
Oh y'all ain't think I knew that shit!
Sydney
(B-R-O-O-K-L-Y-N, come again)
I father, I Brooklyn Dodger them
I jack, I rob, I sin
Aww man, I'm Jackie Robinson
'Cept when I run base, I dodge the pen
Lucky
nigga haha
Matta fact you know what it is man
Shouts out Jackie Robinson
Booker T Washington homie
Oh y'all ain't think I knew that shit!
Sydney
on policy
Ya'll touchin' me right nigga, yeah, first black president
Win, lose or draw nigga, matter of fact, you know what it is, man
Shouts out Jackie
home)
I believe that I'm gonna make it
And baby I'll be home before you can say
Jackie Robinson
(Oh yes I will, yes I will)
Sometimes I wonder
Do you
president, win, lose or draw nigga
Haha, matter of fact, you know what it is man
Shouts out to Jackie Robinson, Booker T, Washington homie
Oh you ain't think I
nigga haha
Matta fact you know what it is man
Shouts out Jackie Robinson
Booker T Washington homie
Oh y'all ain't think I knew that shit!
Sydney
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