Mars bars And all the ravers wishin' they were back in '89 'Cause everythin' was so much better the first time Jack, jack, jack, jack your body And
the girls with the red lights doing tricks for Mars bars And all the ravers that wish they were back in '89 Jack jack jack jack your body Because everything
Übersetzung: Just Jack. Life Stories.
And the girls with the red lights doing tricks for Mars bars And all the ravers that wish they were back in '89 Jack jack jack jack your body Because
cause, One Nation, young, black and dangerous by far, Young nation just trying to get this Young nation just trying to get this Just trying to get
this cops bragging about the nigga he's jackin I see no justice All I see is niggas dying fast The sound of a gun blast Then watch the hurst past Just another day in the life
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 Just to
rollin' dope, and I'm bound to let the gun smoke I'm gettin' richer everyday because I'm selling crack, and, yo, police ain't jack So I just wait to pull
in his life? And Mama, bad talk going around town saying that Papa had three outside children and another wife. And that ain't right. HEARD talk about Papa doing some store
rid of the other kids And just about only we can live the way we live We'll take you to the max Plus a tax and jacks(?) I'll be back with an ? means you
all said and done I'll be 40 before I know it with a 40 on the porch tellin stories with a bottle of Jack, two grandkids in my lap Babysiting for Hailey
hand Went up in Eastland and shot a policeman Fuck a peace plan of citizen bystands But shit is in my hands, here's your life span For what your life'
in Eastland and shot a policeman Fuck a peace plan, if a citizen bystands the shit is in my hands, here's yo' lifespan And for what yo' life's worth,
in stores right now Make sure you go pick it up FatBeats.com, SubterraneousRecords.com Shouts out to Boom Bap Project, take one Let's go! [One.Be.Lo:] The life
Jack-ramento Rep your city, nigga Sac-A-Indo Where niggas pity square ballaz Cuz the killaz is quick to mack your mental [?] fits at the town Bitch we'll jack
: [feat. Junior Reid] [Junior Reid:] You only got a few days more To get the guns you want at the gun store On the first day of christmas guess what
he yearned for adventure. Ol' Captain Jack, ----------. He's the corper of the surf, the jester of Tortuga. From Davy Jones' locker, what lies in store
