Lyrics:
passa tra un Lord e un Mr. Bean
Kung Fu Tai chi e tu vai giù da ring
Taglio teste col mio team new Mujahidin
Non parlarmi più di hip hop non sei tu
Verse 1: Shadow
Oi, up in a renny, blacked out, no Jacks gonna see me,
Big Haz got a crib, wanna Henny, roll one, smoke one then repeat,
I’m
want heat
Pull the burner out that bag and
It's hooked to your bean
Hood on the head and I'm bout to run up on
This nigga who dead just for looking at me
in that drop, shit, droppin' off a thot
They like "Glock what it cost?", shit, cost to be the boss (what the fuck!)
Young Jack Frost, Mr.
jack
I stay in tune with the sun, stars and moon
Cause behind bars you're doomed if your mind can't consume
Plus spiritual pain can bring forth
Rolly a get a worst in. Maybe minus way far central poor forty duck a pin.
Milk maid dud bean. Master a load a head. Pill pop a dope a well run general
Steady Pace is in the house, and we gonna do it like this
So many New Jacks and Jills on the hill
But only one bucket, so fuck it, they get the dills
jack
I stay in tune with the sun, stars and moon
Cause behind bars you're doomed if your mind can't consume
Plus spiritual pain can bring forth
the gas
Sour cream from my spleen into Levi jeans
Gonna bust the seams with my refried beans
Ronald McDonald just loves to be fondled
With Big Mac
tripper, Doris Day and Jack the Ripper
Gotta go Sir, gotta swelter, Leon Russell, Gimme Shelter
Miracles in smokey places, slide guitars and Fender basses
like Jack Dempsey
When we tipsy
Now on to 2009
Revised, reprise, reinvented
Octopus squeeze the nine cause I got's to get all mine
I got a fortess
Hillbillies
I know the time cause I clock the cash
In raw-ass ?
I can get mad as a mean guy
And on the other hand be sweet as a bean pie
Microphone fiend,
tripper, Doris Day and Jack the Ripper
Gotta go Sir, gotta swelter, Leon Russell, Gimme Shelter
Miracles in smokey places, slide guitars and Fender basses
up, pourin' dirty up (that's the only time)
Huh, stupid, that's a double cup
Thousand beans on the plane, I got bubble guts
Huh, fuck a bitch off
da-dunna-dunna
Now y'all ain't ready
I'm the jumping in the Jumping Jack Flash
You don't hear the way ya disc jumpin' across the track
Nigga I'm a jumpin' ass
Fist
And in the back of the caddy got fifty pound of smally
Tryed to jack but can't catch me
I just keep that paper stacking
Always packin never slacking
it'll work
And if it don't fuck it, I'll make my gun squirt
Y'all should join me, my skin is oily
Y'all don't want no beef, probably soy bean
No sir
suit
And the black suites sell bean pies, and the cream suites shout soap box
And the lime-green suites send angles to the streets with botox (Shh)
swing into the groove...
Like Jack Horner wrapped up in a corner
But I never saw a slice of no pie
Ooh, too busy standin' in line
Just waitin' for
a little money, thank you Easter Bunny
For the basket of jelly beans
Even though I don't know what the hell he means
I never read about him in the Bible
di Orione
Ti guardo e scemo tipo Mr. Bean
Altri due! grazie! tranqui è beverdì
Le guance rosse il tempo delle mele
Berreton Vic
Parli è sembra un
I wish I had a bag of magic beans
Throw 'em out the window and your dreams come true overnight
Well you can call me Jack
'Cause when you really stack
Polished two bottles of Jack Daniel’s
Hit wax that was thicker than candles
Then I polished off another three handles
Post tags show I went a little crazy
mastered it
I’ll make you imaginary
My Lines are scary
I am macho lebrea but I’m Jack Black
I’ma buy lambo, get some cash back
And I am a rarri you
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