Lyrics:
took
Then documented it in his book
How these niggas shook the world with the hook
Now they back like Jack in that red Cadillac
Now GIT, don't let
some Attica felons
Use a firearm good
Bloods go for heart swelling
Insert the spasm
Yes the dirty herb has him
Thoroughbred thugs insert the phantasm
write no rhyme like this
But now you're startin to piss me off, ha ha hah
Oh yesh why'all, Sugah he got that silky Southern drawl
Every tooth in my
that
If the love is real, roll down that hill Like Jill, they call me Jack
He say he need a pill before he kill on drills That shit so wack
Ha ha ha
the way
Godhead
Now if a holy grail
Carries a semen trail
I guess we can think that god has gone bad
But look at it my way
I fucked up on every day
on a hill
But he's here every night
Just standin' still
He's the man behind the bar
Wearin' a smile
But the weight on his shoulders
Has been there a while
smooth
Legendary jazz man
Saw his wife secondary to his true passion
Started with my crew rappin'
New jacks in '82 never looked back
Now look what it
Jack gets lost in his head
Like a black man running from Feds
Dead thoughts in his brain it's a deadly combination
At this point Jack has had every
the square footage start with an 8
Where every bedroom has room for Alaskan kings
I don't need a Red Bull, 'cause my house has wings
You don't even know how
wait for me on top of the hill?
Carvin' our name inside of the
Tree like my name was (Yeah)
Carvin' our name inside the tree
Like we Jack and Jill
I'll
of his boat
Well, every last plank, he’s planed them all by hand
Each one a small piece of his Master’s plan
A quiet meditation untroublin’ his soul
Til
hand,
A joker and the jack of hearts make for a lonesome man,
He steals and smokes and drinks and almost always has a fight,
I try to help him through it
drinking from his Stein
Lightning and bats, fill the midnight sky
This one goes out to all of us
Who came to celebrate this month
Every October
The end
(yes, indeed)
'Cause when the night falls
And stars shed their sparkler dims and don't you know that God is Pooh-Bear
Holding out his honeyed paws
Boy who met the world, I can't give it back
Guess you talking' shit, moonwalk over that
Feel like jack and Jill cause I do too well
Oh, go figure that
many quarters in
That boy a bar-cade
Harlem, half the time he brought water in
Fetching orders, Jack em for Jersey she was my Jill
Back and forth, George
to the paper
God has a favor for your thirst
Drink-drink ya pint bye-bye
To this bullshit praise Allah
To the wheels I'm a ridah
Steering your Prada
Only
from the trailer feens stole your jewels
and Big Stretch punched him out his shoes
Back then I was taken stashes quick who holdin
That's when every
jack and Jill
We just vibing let's be honest I can't cuff her let's be real
Every morning I get me a check I ain't never have to steal
Threw back a perk
nothing but another day
But, out of respect, I gotta give the Lord his day
Tell me, tell me, where do the homies and bums got to sleep? {Nowhere}
Where
That THEYRE COMING WIHT THEIR VERY OWN PLcNS
TO BRING EVERY McN TO HIS KNEES
FOOLS RUSH IN cND HES IN LIKE THE Jack
With no one he knows to have his back
the internet has dragged his love-life back into the ocean
The primordial ooze
It's way out, Jack
I pledge allegiance to the unhappiest girl in the world
She
I'd play the Red River Valley
And he'd sit in the kitchen and cry
Run his fingers through seventy years of livin'
Wonder, "Lord, has every well
enough
for me to beat is gettin' battered,
His self-esteem's gettin' shattered,
Into tiny little fragments on the floor and scattered,
What can I say,
Life
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