Lyrics:
is on it's way
It's coming to ya'
Everybody sing together
Put your hands like this
Sing along with the Jackson five, yeah
Singing hallelujah
walked till I am dead
I got the blues this morning
Rollin' into jackson town
I got the blues this morning
I'm rollin' into jackson town
Ive been
remedio mas
Que adorar a Michael Jackson
A Bill Clinton o a Tarzán
Es mas difícil ser rey sin corona
Que una persona mas normal
Pobre de Dios que no
a riot goin' on
There's a riot goin' on
Student demonstration time
The violence spread down South to where Jackson State brothers
Learned not to say
just might tell you the truth.
I got a woman in Jackson,
I ain't gonna say her name.
I got a woman in Jackson,
I ain't gonna say her name.
She's
a riot goin' on
There's a riot goin' on
Student demonstration time
The violence spread down South to where Jackson State brothers
Learned not to say
Drunk, alone, on the kitchen floor
Thinking of the memories from Jackson
It's cold, I'm stoned, and I'm wanting more
I don't really see things
koncert na sto dwa
Jego zdjęcie nad łóżkiem mam
Nagle brawa zdmuchnęły liście z drzew
Stadion śpiewał z nim I'm bad bad bad bad
To Michael Jackson
To idol
tell my baby, I'm up here in St. Louis, oh, but I'm just as blue as I can be
Now, bluebird, when you get to Jackson1, I want you to fly down
"Jackson," he says
And my name's Marie
He says, "Jackson," he says
'Shoot the snoot to me'
He says, "Jackson," he says
Is that the language of love?
He
I
I used to be outside, now I'm bossed up, uh
I used to nut in these hoes, now I'm nuttin' in the throat
I used to be Michael Jackson, I done
thing you know
I was doing the Michael Jackson
I was thrown offbeat, my feet got tired
Baby got this thinking, it was off the wire
Baby got this thinking,
Packed Jackson
Oh my god, bitch you herd me
I'm Action Packed Jackson
You gone have to call for some more back up
Action Jackson he the truth
He the truth
a break now
Before I break now
Show me your Janet Jackson's if you nasty
You said you want to cut my nuts off like Jesse Jackson, classy
Why she say
My wrist like Michael Jackson My wrist like Michael Jackson my wrist like Michael Jackson my wrist like Michael Jackson My wrist like Michael Jackson
papa from Jackson's Hollow
You ought to see me strut
I'm a honey dippin' daddy
Got a hard hearted baby
She's a sheik shakin' Sheba but she can't
In 1814 we took a little trip
Along with Colonel Jackson down
The mighty Mississip
We took a little bacon and
We took a little beans
And we caught
papa from Jackson's Hollow
You ought to see me strut
I'm a honey dippin' daddy
Got a hard hearted baby
She's a sheik shakin' Sheba but she can't
I grew up in Wyoming
In and around Jackson's hole
In the shadows of the Tetons
Where summers are hot
And winters unbearably cold
But
(Yeah, wooh, wo)
(Yeah, woah, oh, oh)
I'm actin' like crazy
I'm actin' like crazy
I'm actin' like crazy
(Actin' like crazy, woah)
Vado veloce Jackson
maybe
We could find us a brand new recipe.
[Alan Jackson:]
I got a hot rod Ford and a two dollar bill
[Clint Black:]
And I know a spot right over
When I was a kid Uncle Remus he put me to bed
With a picture of Stonewall Jackson above my head
Then daddy came in to kiss his little man
With
stacks
Hands down, yeah, the big dawg comin' back
Think you good? Nigga, pants down, you smokin' crack
Michael Kors robe, mm-mm, nah, Michael Jackson
proved that he can make it
So don't never stop
Brothers stand together and let the whole world see
Our brother Jesse Jackson go down in history
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