Black Jack David is the name that I bear Been alone in the forests a long time But the time is coming when a lady I'll find I will love her and hold her
my Black Jack David By the side of my Black Jack David In the arms of my Black Jack David By the side of my Black Jack David (Thanks to Jessika for
Oversættelse: Incredible String Band. Black Jack David.
while as the lights blinkin My Rolls gold shinin with the mall, black diamonds (yup) Me and Banner tag teaming again Wake ya lazy ass up you bad dreamin again [Chorus] [Verse 2: David
Your eyes always dotted, you best stick to rappin David blake: you fake as fuck! I mack your ass like a muthafuckin truck I guess that eye was too black
He bought our house on the GI Bill But it wasn't worth all he had to kill to git it He drank pearl in a can and Jack Daniels black Chewed tobacco from
my rims are too heavy I got my own liquor, now I can't hold the wheel steady 'Cause I been drinkin' while as the lights blinkin' My Rolls gold shinin' with the mall, black
man for this hype track It's the veteran takin' the mic back David Letterman even said he like that track, man Even though he ain't a rap fan Black
hangin' off These is words from the Arch Bishop, some call it six up The Betty Crocker, marvel cake stakes admissor Wax janitor, black Jack Mulligan
City street, hang out Thumbs in pocket Black jacket Black jack, dego-red Manhattenized-Bohemia Of Southern California Tough punk of Cool, futuristic
me clockster Light skin Mossberg, not the black but the chrome one 26 Davins, the black back with the chrome front All we make is cash, straight drop glass Niggas try to jack
presented by Don Sebesky I be cranking mad jack, got mad stacks of cool-out You know we pull the smoke tool out I give props to Bluenote and Black Jazz
Like ooh, don't fuck me naw nigga, I'll fuck you Two, three in your face till you're blue - black Would you fuck her wit a jack top man? I'll shoot ya
Michael London never mix meat with dairy Maybe they shoulda called that show Little Kosher House on the Prairie? We;ve got Jerry Lewis, Ben Stiller and Jack Black
But she's forsaken her fine fine home And Black Jack David is Singing through the green green trees Last night she slept on a fine feather bed Far far from Black jack David
Run You better run on home The powers that be They like treats Tricks Carrots And sticks They like fear and loathing They like sheep's clothing And blacked-out vans Blacked
Landon never mix meat with dairy Maybe they shoulda called that show "Little Kosher House on the Prairie" We got Jerry Lewis, Ben Stiller, and Jack Black
or, never, ever, ending on a bad note Ripping ya' craft spoke, for spitting a bad quote (Blueprint what's your approach?) I smash black folk and white
