Lyrics:
Buchanan, respiratory failure was the key
Abe Lincoln, by an assassin's gunshot, R.I.P
It was a stroke that put Andrew Johnson into the ground
Ulysses Grant,
hawks
Now that's incredible reserved by the federal
Name a twenty one year old you know do it better boo
Never who, you better off searching for that
claim my prayers everyday Cus I know that nothing's promised
and not all of em get answered and that's just me being honest
or they come when I
folks get their face
Me and a half dozen of us would've done him in
But he was never around except when we were drunk
And he's not like we are, see he
Jack
Ayo B, my name is Jack
Or P.Dough and don’t ask whys that
Crap
Bird just shat on my Lonsdale creps
I gotta take em back
Bro put hash in the dash
We
my black ass
You pop em for fast cash so we dies over dollars
Get wise hold the knowledge, we rides know the choices
The key to the future, the devil
the Liberty Bell
And downsize it's ring
And they'll take you my brother
And downsize your thing
I know if never meant nothin', Jack,
But they downsized my
It's Q-Tip, the ass-jack
Will.i.am and Sergio
Q-tip steady rockin' on yo' radio
It's the eh, it's the ethnic
It's the hip hop dance, let's sing
Johnson in Watsoville
Or is that a load to Mr. Watson in Johnsonville?
Well, anyway, after several days I don't know what or if it mattered
Just a load
to get behind the mule in the morning and plow
Get behind the mule in the morning and plow
Choppity-chop goes the axe in the woods
You gotta meet me by
I'll beat you next game
Jack of diamonds, jack of diamonds
Oh, I know you of old
You robbed my poor pockets of silver and gold
Rye whiskey, rye
up all your beans boy and clear right on out"
I know I'll never eat again at Smokey Joe's Café
And so we'll never meet again at Smokey Joe's Café
on me wayne:
All I know is… stack loot, pack tools
If it’s bad then I’ll jack you X2
Got to get it grinding
Got to get it for the sake of cake
Never fake
A signal to draw night
He says, "Dear Jack, those parting words I want for you to hear"
He says, "Dear Jack, those parting words I want for you to know
work
Sittin' by the fire
The radio does play
The classical music there, Jim
The march of the wooden soldiers
All you protest kids
You can hear Jack
got me by the collar
In some Motel 6 squalor, where every local call's a dollar
I got no time left to jack off, I got a deadline that won't back off
by the 9
Fuck the dumb shit, I run this, a whole life of crime
Ain't never had shit, but always had my pistol, bitch
187, don't make me whistle, bitch
out to all the refugee gangs around the world
Signal, signal, y'all need to chill with the drive-by's
It was the fourth of July I heard the cherry bomb
shit, we never mind that
Funny, never find that, Puff a dime stack
Write hot shit and make a nigga say, rewind that
Niggas know, we go against
my dogs knew her
Drip, drip, Lucy, Biggie, juicy
You talkin' to me Jack? You hatin', you know me
You nosebleed, I'm floor seats
Back on that ass
and Gina said "The rings are nice"
Next thing you know they want to pull off a heist
Shook took a look and shot the jeweler twice
Diamonds all shinin'
find a monster in your closet
By your sneakers
You could find out the monster is actually your teacher
You could have a dad with a friend named Jack
a deadbeat, dead to the world and dead wrong
Since I was born that's my life, oh you don't know this song?
So don't say jack, and please don't say you
a flapjack
A stack, a rack, a six-pack Jack
Just call me Jack Kerouac
Click-clack open up the hatchback
I could eat a Bubble car or a packamack
Pattacake,
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