Lyrics:
uncle?)
Uncle krackerrrrrr
I'm double wide on the side, in the back of the bus
I'm your uncle kracker sittin' platnum plus
Double platnum (what?)
Sam
Your Uncle Your Uncle Your Uncle's Got A plan
Your uncle's got a scam yeah I'm Talking Uncle Sam
Said Your Uncle
year-olds here getting started
This that one you can play in the car
Without having to turn the swears down
You don't need a radio edit
This is the radio
Ladies and gentlemen, everybody's favorite uncle
From Detroit, Michigan, Uncle Kracker
All day long, I'll be taking it easy
Laying in this hammock,
When it's really yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (every project, come on, come on, Destiny's Child, ayy)
Boy, I know you want me, I can see it in your
When it's really yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (every project, come on, come on, Destiny's Child, ayy)
Boy, I know you want me, I can see it in your
admit I been tempted by drugs
I admit that I just need a hug (I)
I admit the devil talk to me sometimes
But the devil is not who I trust (yeah, not who
to be, too bourgeois to rock a jam raw
Understand what I'm sayin', they're down by law
They play the jams that are right, sometimes not polite
They
Yo I was sold to a sick European by a rich African battlin'
Middle Passages, I can't go back again
Battlin' years of denyin' history, lies
(YAYYYY!!!)
Greetings Earthly beings!
You have reached
The most entertaining
Radio station in the galaxy!
I go by the name of $eventeen
And you just tuned in
That new CL fly
Outside of Popeyes eating chicken and fries
Yeah, come holla at your uncle
I understand, I'm back by popular demand
You are now
move busta rymes
Is sitting with ur one and only uncle shine
(its kracker)
Yeah yeah scooby dooby doo where are you? I found
Something you might
Threw the spinners on the tractor, I listen to Uncle Kracker, but
That's white America for you, we all that matters
I'm walkin' backwards, shadowboxin'
name was Uncle Luke, yeah
I'ma make a hundred million probably by next June (yeah)
Niggas try to act stiff, they really cartoons (yeah)
Yeah
Yo I was sold to a sick European by a rich African battlin'
Middle Passages, I can't go back again
Battlin' years of denyin' history, lies
sister's listen (listen)
Aunties uncle's they dont listen (listen)
None of my cuzins get it (get it) well
A couple of em yeah they wit it. (wit it)
I just
the number one emcee, best believe
I love the pianos and I love the flow
I love the snare drum, I love oh
I can't cuss on radio
Because if I do they just might
C-L fly
Outside of Popeye's eating chicken and fries
Yeah come holla at ya uncle
I understand I'm back by popular demand
You are now listening
night it was a dream
This morning a fantasy
Back when the only fan I had was a fiend
Meet me by the Acura cause the cops like
To get help from
move busta rymes
Is sitting with ur one and only uncle shine
(its kracker)
Yeah yeah scooby dooby doo where are you? I found
Something you might
to Get Better
Or
Wild Wild Woman
By Your Smith
Or Forest Whitaker
By Bad Books
Do you have any regrets?
Oh yeah
Plenty
I've seen these music docs
just all he know
He don't know nothin' else
I tried to show 'em, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Goin' on you with the pick and roll
Young La Flame, he in
to do
I just see a few hands clapping out there
Uncle Jam's army, here- yeah.
Disturbing the peace at the bridge of the river quiet.
Marching in
the day before
It was the same old song so
I turned off the radio
I turned off the radio (radio, radio)
I turned off the radio (radio, radio) , yeah
I
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