your fiction like books , need to go out to life and look cause uh... what happens when they take your material , and you already sold your soul and its.... chorus ( jack johnson
I speak to them punks who come actin' salty Then Ali, I let this thing go, back on up off me (Boy yeah) I heard you was on my tail now you yellin', "
For a little safe sex for the inspection Cause though I'm mackin hoe's like jyro mackson I'm learnin real quick gotta wrap my johnson But just insace I hope your on
pipe and it go off mother fuckas My gun don't fit through the doorway mother fuckas lets Go! This is the last warning shot before we're letting this go
stare Now drink that drink and smoke that smoke Old mister johnson turns blue and starts to choke Somebody slap him on the back Now the curtains go up And both lights go on
-eyes, glue-face boys On a pearl splashing glass If they give us any flack If they come up on our ass We'll just give 'em the go-by The Cadillac pass
style, flash no loot And I don't even get dressed for a video shoot But I be hoppin' out of Benzes with slippers on Two bitches, gettin' my Jack Tripper on
Johnson stomp 'em Hold G like Bumpy Jonson on 'em Read flip and beat kids like Joe Jackson My flow jackin', clack, clack, I'm sharp like the claws Of Hugh Jack
by the way, Re you go on; did you get those white albums I sent ya with the pencil on the front, yeah? yeah, you should move some of those for me ...
the air, one hand on my Johnson Hip-Hop police on me like I'm the convict What happened to the old school? I thought it was rhyming Doug E. Fresh and Daina Dane on
air, one hand on my Johnson Hip-Hop police on me like I'm the convict What happened to the old school? I thought it was rhyming Doug E. Fresh and Dana Day on
never will He's on your tail and he's in for the kill Then the Steam Train's rolling by. WOMAN 2: He's better than Magic Johnson MAN 2: The man's
With 800 pounds on 18 wheels After 800 miles you know how it feels To have your rear so numb you gotta poke it To see if it's still there Well it's one
his clothes all the time I had a little friend named Mr. Johnson Who always tried to be like me He rose to the heights of this profession But he was hard on
see. Now, the mother of Samuel Morse Always sent the lad out on a horse. "Take a message to Ms. Peavy on the far side of the pike; Spread the word about
(feat. Jack Johnson) Johnny wanna be a big star Get on stage and play the guitar Make a little money, buy a fancy car Big old house and an alligator
's in them drugs They make you spit slugs, leave marks in the floor Yo, I stomp through the yard, I march through the hall Charles Bronson them hard, Jack Johnson