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Albums:

Jacks Are Wild (The Jacks) · Money Money 2020 [Bonus Tracks] (The Network) · Six Jumping Jacks, Vol. 1 (Harry Reser) · Union Jacks (The Babys) · Money Money 2020 (The Network) · Money Money 2020 - 180g Blue Vinyl (The Network) · Ebertplatz 2020 Remixe (Mohn) · The Cadets Meet the Jacks (The Cadets) · Jacks No Sekai (Jacks) · Money Money 2020 (The Network) – and 90 other albums »


caught it (caught it), presidential by 40 (40)
That drop hit from Europe (woof), that coupe got deported (hah)
I turn coke boy to that corporate money
out, I don't have jack to wear
You know I gots to look dipped in the fresh new gear
Cool I found something so I ironed it
I then got caught up
Date four hoes, make her smile and make her moan though
Lady charmer put armor by your baby mama
I hate to say it a later moment I didn’t warn ya
High
live through the boulevard night
Get ready for problems, get ready for pain
If you wanna play the L.A. game
Where you got to hustle and nothing is
to live through the boulevard night
Get ready for problems, get ready for pain
If you want to play the L.A. game
Where you got to hustle and nothing is
golden grams
For stolen moments
When the rain hit home
Spiral ice steps, see-through sofas
Ice cream mountain
Raspberry ways
She's 20-20 blind cherry glaze
used to getting by

Old may lays down by the railroad tracks
Got no paper in his pocket, got no paper on his back
I asked him what the time was, he
used to getting by

Old may lays down by the railroad tracks
Got no paper in his pocket, got no paper on his back
I asked him what the time was, he
when we rollin through 
Atlanta skies be blue 
The sun is beamin it seemin 
That i glisten, rather gleaming 
20/20 got me leaning to the side 
Feel
Hello, uh-oh, h-hi, baby
No, I’m just sick and tired of this phone ringing all day long
Everybody calling me with a bunch of problems
My
white to black

We got problems like never before
That won't fade by lockin' your door
Or runnin' away, so hear what I say
Yo, talk is the only way

Talk
When did rap turn into a fashion show?
Too many makeup artists won't let their passion show
The anti-social mogul, havin' 20/20 visions
In needa
did 
You go from completely fine to you don't wanna 
Talk at all? I mean, come on, what's the problem? 
I need one thing done, it should not be that
got a plan for something, come and talk to me.

Cause it never meant nothing, Jack
I know it never meant nothing, Jack
I know it never meant
you're militant
That's the way that we're taught by our government
I don't want to hear that, save it for the next man
I got a mind of my own and I
And my pockets be short, and I started to trip 
To maintain with no problem stopped by my bitch house 
She was poppin with them sales I don't play that
Before the children that's confusin' life
The voodoo type that'll pull out the Uzi and make you lose your life
The news is tight, I got 'em hangin' by
of the money makin muthafuckaz from the other side
Was thinkin about a jack move tryin to whoo-ride
Gettin jealous 'cause my music got this rap game sewn up
fruity by the pound
(That's how ya feel)
And I got the best white in the town
(That's how ya feel)
45 on my lap, it's going down
(That's how ya feel)
him
and watched his back
That's the only way
To roll on  the track
But yo,
Mitch got rushed by feds last week
The snatchbared the runk
Of his white
clearing this shotgun
To erase the problem
Does this happen where you live?
Just had steak and lobster last night
Now I gotta rob a liquor store
But it
like Jackie Chan and lay low, like {?} Jack-son
Maxing and relaxing, haters, do they really want to test me man
I got an arsenal waiting, do they
seven, I got Jumbo Jacks
Would you like your cheese with that
Yeah I like my cheese with that
Crack in the box round the clock
Open all night pitching
I got ninety nine problems and they all bitches
Wish I was Jigga man, carefree living
But I'm not Shawn or Martin Louie
I'm the Cleveland nigga
I got ninety nine problems and they all b****es
Wish I was Jigga man, carefree living
But I'm not Shawn or Martin Louie
I'm the Cleveland n****