Lyrics:
Jack he is a banker
Jane she is a clerk
Both of them save their money
When they come home from work
Sittin' by the fire
Radio does play
Look:
Man it sure is good to hear you singin' and yodelin' and pickin' again Jack Elliot
I been drivin' haulin' load of grain all day long
Got about
with me
I said
All
Can't fuck with me
I wanna give a shout out to my nigga Door, Door, Door
Buddah Monk, Buddah Monk, Buddah Monk
Yo, Jack, Jack
Blast shots for all my niggas who splash cops
The rich Corleone camp is here, thousand and one
Corner son, fake a jack, you be a goner
Yo, control
she's got those great big legs, so pleasing' on the eye
And the preacher walked by, turned around and looked
Jack and hollered "My, my, my!"
She's
on Dayton's
But you better watch dees hoes
Fools PH'in', rollin' on Dayton's
But you better watch dees hoes
Some of these hoes jack, Wendy look cool but this
And Jack-
The White House is under attack
Eight years is the limit, but eight will do
By then there'll be Bobby-
And Teddy, too
Or Peter
And make no mistake who you're really in love with
Is clear by the state that you're in
Cause Jack is the one that you're dying to be with and he loves you
good, I feel just like ballin' the jack
Got down by the station, suitcase in his hand
My, my baby's comin' home
Lord, don't he look grand?
Well, I feel
fuss"
Drunk, she stumbles down by a river
Screams calling London (London!)
None of us heard her coming
I guess the carpet weren't rolled out
"Oh
fuss"
Drunk, she stumbles down by a river
Screams calling London (London!)
None of us heard her coming
I guess the carpet weren't rolled out
"Oh
Jack and Jill they were up on that hill
But they never came down together
It's a lie that they told
And they sell it to your soul
So you keep your
Brace yourself it's kind of gory
Jack and Jill were popping pills
Flying high to catch the thrills
Goldilocks took Papa's gun
And loaded bullets one by
move that thang
Make me wanna slang wood like a lumber jack
Make me wanna slang wood like a lumber jack
Make me wanna Timber
Say fuck your lil flow
Thuggz Bunny
(Show 'em what you fuckin’ with)
Jack Rabbit
(Show 'em what you fuckin' with)
Oxy Cottontail
(Show ’em what you fuckin' with)
Doc Sipps,
Baby im sure
You sure that nigga can't wait come talk too a killa
Baby I'm sure
You sure I can't take you home walk mike jack thriller
Baby im sure
I get them bags for the low fasho you know it's jack city
Pittsburgh Zo I run the whole city that right Mouth full of slugs I keep a pocket rocket
constructs
Smoove criminal just like mike jack
Always handle mine and
Guaranteed to come right back
Slimesquare it's live there
You better bring your life jack
coming back
I started out with a hundred pack
I had the spot doing jumping jacks
Ran that shit up couple hundred racks
Staying on point I ain't one to lack
towers
Jack and the beanstalk
And its all up in my garden so sing it with me now, no point in stopin once its started
And I'm saying like don't mind these
home
All alone
With nothing to do
I'll just
Jack off
While thinkin' of you
It's not my fault
That I think you're lookin' so fine
I'll just
Jack off
While
fucking sick of people doubting me, man (Sick)
I've been counted out more times than I can count on my hand
So if you're talking 'bout Jack, put some
There's a man named Jack
He works day by day
Through the dust and the dark
He wields his pick
A miner's life
A hard but hopeful lick
He's Jack the gold
slow, let the world spin
Every drop's a story, let the night begin
No last cause in sight, just the moon riding high
With Jack by my side, the stars feel
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