Lyrics:
gonna mess around,
Yeah, I'm goin' to Jackson,
Look out Jackson town.
Well, go on down to Jackson go ahead and wreck your health.
Go play your hand you
don't get hit by the bolt of lightning
Striking you down 'cause you're fronting
A dead leader can't tax your mind
Therefore he's not a threat to your
gonna mess around,
Yeah, I'm goin' to Jackson,
Look out Jackson town
Well, go on down to Jackson; go ahead and wreck your health
Go play your hand you
may look tonight,
You will see this wanted man
I might be in Colorado or Georgia by the sea,
Working for some man who may not know at all who I might
and down, said, "you look like a pimp"
I knew she'd been around, I said, "do it like Karrine"
She tried to be sexy, I asked her, "can you stop?
I want
gonna mess around,
Yeah, I'm goin' to Jackson,
Look out Jackson town.
Well, go on down to Jackson go ahead and wreck your health.
Go play your hand you
When the fed rush in the dope spot
And your main man tell 'em how the coke drop
How he rain danced with me by the boat dock
I know when he did that, I
mess around
Yeah, I'm going to Jackson
Look out Jackson town
Well go on down to Jackson
Go ahead and wreck your health
Go play your hand you big-talkin'
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
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
walk
Slidin' up and down that pole
Look at that girl moon walk
You screamin' "Oh, baby, you so good"
And I'm watchin' you gettin' to it
You a freak,
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
til they look inebriated
When we buy the land, motherfuckas will appreciate it
Don't worry about the Urban League or Jesse Jackson
My man that owns
til they look inebriated
When we buy the land, motherfuckas will appreciate it
Don't worry about the Urban League or Jesse Jackson
My man that owns
(Skit, Skyez on the track, woah)
Yeah-Nah (Yeah)
You know wassup, man
Aye, man, yeah
Village Michael Jackson shit (Yeah)
(Grrt, bow)
Yeah, slime
You gon' ask yourself how come your mans
Didn't empty that last round that he had in Curtis Jackson's ass while he had the chance
You keep askin' us
bruh,
Just cause she tied down
Don't mean she can't jump
Or stand up
Gone in a flash what
Thats what a flash does
Oh you Bad girl
You Michael Jackson
Michael Jackson in these shoes (ooh)
I got a couple hoes I've been lovin' on
But that shit don't mean nothin' to me
I got a couple blunts I've been
They be playin' with this shit, man
Y'all niggas playin' with the money
Holiday season!
Y'all nigga don't know what the fuck to do with this shit
up
Tell em What you represent
I represent Jonesboro
Where they don't make it out
Look, I represent Jonesboro
Man I took 10 grands quick, quick
Look
gonna mess around
Yeah, I'm goin' to Jackson
Look out Jackson town
Well, go on down to Jackson, go ahead and wreck your health
Go play your hand you
No we must see him.
Mandy: Go and praise someone else's brat, go on.
Wise Man 2: We were led by a star.
Mandy: Led by a bottle, more
Jackson ever since the fire went out
I'm goin' to Jackson I'm gonna mess around
Honey I'm gonna snowball Jackson look out Jackson town.
Here we go now,
Yeah this one right here goes out to all the baby's mamas, mamas
Mamas, mamas, baby mamas, mamas
Yeah, go like this
I'm sorry Ms. Jackson (oh), I am
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