THE JACKA lyrics - The Jack Artist

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(Oh baby baby babyooh jack) Yeeee yeeee yeee! It's your turn now it's on me Plat around my wrist On ma hips a chrome thing Steal from your mother cause shes a coke fein Got rich overnight all started from a dream Introduce me to your wife now that's the wrong thing Got chicks everywhere everytime my phone rings It's a light skin thing, or maybe it's a dark one Got so many whips I can't remember where I park one Celebrate everyday my childhood was a harsh one But I'm back now 20 g's stack in my pocket Mob figa chain and your girl wana rock it Mob figa laywers accounts in stock markets Make a million dollars while you other rappers targets [Chorus:] And all the girls say, say say This ain't pdiddy makin the band this a g in the p city wavin my hand On the stage while the crowd in rage a skeet skeet God dam ask mama over there why she playin I see you peekin but you ain't speekin I'm from the bay but I hit LA every weekend She said she cuban but I thought she was puertorican Fired up the purple and the gals start geekin I guess it's been a while since a treal niga been around Bend her down jeah it was real spontaneous She not the smartest chick but she got brains ma nigg [Chorus] Stop at the light let the screens do a hunid Leada hoes in a daze for a second then gun it Up the block one time for ma nigas out there Tvs in the scraper let the whistle pipes blare Can't c where you at but they hear you everywhere 22s in the van shock em with the 5th wheel Beats slappin so hard givin nigas the chills Runnin in all you hoes the drill Neva popped pills but I pop suckas with the steel Self made millionare You say it's on to get a deal You really just a square Try to compete with a playa but itll never work I'm a rich motha fucka I never work [Chorus]

Jailbreak

JON BON JOVI "Destination Anywhere"
You know your favorite old pair of shoesThe ones with the hole in the toe you won't loseYour favorite record that's all scratched and usedBut still you love to play when your feeling blue That faded rose that's all dried outThose Bukowski poems we couldn't live withoutYour high school picture when you had wild hairThat stormy day on the beach that got us here Oh, you better believe there's just one thing you needCan't you see... Chorus:It's just me babyIt's just me babyIf there's just one thing that you should keepIn your book of dreamsIt's just me baby Just like a shadow 10 feet tallStanding right behind you should you fallI'll be the one to hold you up to walkWhen this wicked world makes us want to crawl And if your waves should ever break at seaI'll be there waiting, I'm that sandy beachI'm that same old dog, scratching those same fleasI'll be by your side, you can count on me Chorus It's just me babyWhat's it gonna take to make you seeWhat's it gonna take 'til you believe in me Oh, how my smile fades and my heart just breaksEvery time you go away Chorus It's just me babyWhat's it gonna take to make you seeWhat's it gonna take 'til you believe in me And if someday some new memory comes alongLooking shiny new, feeling really strongYou can tell him that I'll tell himHe can just move onI'm a fighter - I've been fighting for you all night longIt's just me baby

Its Just Me

BON JOVI
You know your favorite old pair of shoesThe ones with the hole in the toe you won't loseYour favorite record that's all scratched and usedBut still you love to play when your feeling blue That faded rose that's all dried outThose Bukowski poems we couldn't live withoutYour high school picture when you had wild hairThat stormy day on the beach that got us here Oh, you better believe there's just one thing you needCan't you see... Chorus:It's just me babyIt's just me babyIf there's just one thing that you should keepIn your book of dreamsIt's just me baby Just like a shadow 10 feet tallStanding right behind you should you fallI'll be the one to hold you up to walkWhen this wicked world makes us want to crawl And if your waves should ever break at seaI'll be there waiting, I'm that sandy beachI'm that same old dog, scratching those same fleasI'll be by your side, you can count on me Chorus It's just me babyWhat's it gonna take to make you seeWhat's it gonna take 'til you believe in me Oh, how my smile fades and my heart just breaksEvery time you go away Chorus It's just me babyWhat's it gonna take to make you seeWhat's it gonna take 'til you believe in me And if someday some new memory comes alongLooking shiny new, feeling really strongYou can tell him that I'll tell himHe can just move onI'm a fighter - I've been fighting for you all night longIt's just me baby

Livin' It Up

JA RULE "Pain Is Love"
(feat. Case) [Ja Rule] Yeah, yeah, yeah We all my... Yeah C'mon, c'mon, uh To all my bitches that be givin' it up, uh To all my niggas that be livin' it up, we say... To all my bitches that be givin' it up, ah C'mon [Verse 1: Ja Rule] Baby, you're such a typical, everyday, one night thing It's a physical, I'ma fuck, you tonight thing Fuck, knowing your name, get your ass in the Range And rollover, gettin' blown while blowing the doja Bring head to a closure That's a good bitch Before it's all over, I'ma leave this bitch Probably treat this bitch, smoke better 'Cause if you ain't know, gangstas and hoes go together Poppin' my collar, partna Who in the spot Baby, Rule in the spot In the mug and the watch, love me Half the hoes hate me, half them love me The ones that hate me only hate me 'cause they ain't fucked me And they say I'm lucky Do you think I've got time to fuck all these hoes And do all these shows Or flight in the lama, Dodge and White Rolls Uh-oh, another episode [Hook: Case & Ja Rule] What, do I do To all my niggas that be livin' it up, we say... What, I do To all my bitches that be givin' it up, uhh What, you do To all my niggas that be livin' it up, we say... What, do I do To all my bitches that be givin' it up, uhh My love for you C'mon [Verse 2: Ja Rule] Bitches, just wanna hold the name exactly That's why they suck dick with more passion than apples And I ain't mad at'cha Never leave you alone 'Cause we fucks when I'm home Phone sex when I'm gone We both grown, both got minds of our own Bust our freaks off like old dog and Love Jones Been, in many zones, baby One hoe, two hoes Fuck prizzy bitches, the hoes that do bono But you know, the Rule be livin' it up And got all these hoes, givin' it up I like a little Rule baby, how cute are you With a body that rides all sexual I got a stick, I'll ride right next to you Do a doughnut, and cut, and I'll open it up On the freeway, dick in her mouth, foot on the clutch Rule bitch, not givin' a fuck [Hook] [Ja Rule] C'mon, we get high C'mon, we get ride C'mon, we get live Live yo' life [Verse 3: Ja Rule] Love you so sexy, I just want you next to me Your whole vibe, like you high on Extasy 'Caue ain't nuthin' but an 'E' thang baby I know that pussy wet like crazy I wanna feel your passion, come when you ask me Laugh when you cry, cry when you laughin' But ain't nothin' happenin' The bitch got a little too high Picked up my ride and started crackin' The radio blastin' +Between Me And You+ But you ain't on the low with that freak shit you do I thought you knew (What I do) Know I know (What you do) 'Cause it's been a good night, your head ain't right Like Teddy P, let's +Turn Off The Light+' And grind it out, takin' no times out 'Til the sun come out Bitch, when you find out [Hook 2x] [Ja Rule] C'mon, we get high C'mon, we get ride C'mon, we get live C'mon, it's my time [Ja Rule talking until end]

The Tugboat Complex Pt. 3

AESOP ROCK "Labor Days"
I could make 'em all dance, or I could sleep I could walk with a limp and make your step feel incomplete people are made of match sticks, light this bread a flames note at the craft work door the last smirk of the the Damien mainframe my box cost siphon third rail juice from lost poets inhabit ocean bottoms with a bitter rotten scapegoat pardons (note to self) don't bargain at martyr parliament rallies where participants squeeze your last giggle then whittle sacrificial finalies I can tie my new faces alone, save your knee deep offerings sorta bring puke coughing bunk persona to light (I might) build [?] railroads, find you, and lay tracks adjacent just to scream "fuck off" as the engine pulls out the station what should we do with a thousand drunken sailors? "kill 'em all, locate their family address, release a mailer" (dear sir or madam, your son or daughter's embarrassed human kind consuming booze and gut fuel, till they cruised across the line) I spin gold, your raps are dirty lapsed towards the nursery class act impression of a bubble (yeah I could of been more subtle when polluting paradise gene puddle) man huddles make us look like cool peeps and I'm trying to school sheep towards the right idea {c'ya - [5X]} this basic divine subsidiary bust center syllable logic, fold origami plantation shut this picket fence hang on to your dreams kitten, you'll probably never hear this song let alone sip the mission long enough to listen (I smoke cigarettes down to filter, smoke the filter down to space now I'm gonna roll this question tight and smoke that shit up in your face now if you were to alter masks every time fame circus approaches do you really think your maker wouldn't notice?) Okay, I've died a thousand, and I'll die a thousand more, I leave footprints in fours, two for bi [?], two operate [?] practically caress the utterings of crushed [?] brothers and sisters mothering stickler cabin and madden shit I'll fix the wing for a penny and a parabole, yeah but this friendship sunk with a barrel full of [?] pull I seen guys harbor bad shiners then wonder why the culprits sitting at the their rainbows ending want's garbage bag liners [?] with out the apple seed it's useless (I sat for greed) patched for boredom crafts a castle out of toothpicks (I sat to breath) I breath to hard nearly metamorph castle loose pins now I stand to breath as not to disturb the [?] and I know that's not a story, it no longer turns my stomach hollering wolves in the form of one frustrated culprit but a love tap full of washed up stardom melted trying to milk it win a ticket to right white lines highway sideways [?] one love to the rungs in my ladder, one love to the gathering of laughter bats that hung from my rafters see the jackal met the badger, they were both such fucking bad asses that clashing wouldn't make sense (hence my tape deck) now I ain't gonna name name's, and I ain't gonna drag others in but I ain't about to say that I'm the only cat you got bubbling your lucky, somehow you managed to befriend some good people who will sit and soak the evils you secrete, but why? I'm not really sure (knock the fuck off, kicking his lip across the floor 'til the archival vinyl venom soak the [?] anti-clarity mechanism spit flattery burners fusing a million majesty murders then stole the crown) oh wait that's right, you discovered me right? offered up the peace pipe, and oh It's all cotton candy when Aesop Rock the B light he's actin foolish left in the middle of laying bricks (oh we weren't building nothing but a great wall around these stones and sticks) oh and for the record I've been rhyming since me and Andre thought we could freestyle built foundation out of passion and brother dusty [?] studied dope rappers, vocab expansion, poems and syllable placement your just mad cuz somewhere in there you came and went (I ain't the type to dwell) dismissed it as casually non compatible and bounced obtained status where I could straight objectively critique your after projects like (damn that sounds fresh) or (damn that shit is garbage, what happened? I'm not even laughing) yeah, but the barriers were broken (you choked) you made comments to the wrong [?] who out of respect and honor leaked your program now like were both trying to sit and breath another dawn so my advice to you is when I say just "move on" (move on [5X])

Missing You

TRACE ADKINS "Comin' On Strong"
An hour into my shirt I'm covered from head to toe Drilling oil from the bottom Of the Gulf of Mexico SUn's on the rise Sweat rolling black down my face Work until i cant move Another back-breaking typical day [Chorus:] I've weathered waterspouts and hurricanes Hailstorms and driving rain And missing you Ive worked through broken drills And bustedhands Weeks without seeing dry land And missing you I'll work as hard as any man But until I'm home with you again The toughest thing out here That i go through is Missing you I lay down on my bed And stare at the picture of you Barefoot on the beach Looking at me the way you do I fal asleep with your letter in my hands Dream about you until That ol' whistle starts screaming again [repeat chorus] Ill work as hard as any man But until im home with you again The toughest thing out here That i go through is Missing you

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