a new guy thats turning me on and the big ballot strings are about to get played and the melody i wrote is about to get sanged a song about our love is
your jack it over tragic Not intended for any illegal purposes' It's like anthrax and small pox in surplus to murder us (Ya gotta understand Trick love the kids) (Trick love
down at home country love (Country love) I don't ask for much (Huh, huh) That's enough to keep my heart in the court (Huh, huh) Tell the truth, it's
best is white Co-signed by a nigga that pimped the mic Make the rule the view that the beef is cool But what it do is fool the few fools who buy the
Why must my visions be so clear The truth, the truth, I've got work to do I got shot with a buck shot, shot me down But you know you can't paint a frown
is the world's debut of these damn fools Stak and Blac, tic for tac, breakin' all racial rules And ain't too much, wrong with that 'cuz if it is, gone
no love and I thought you know it Fool, you know how we do it You know how we do it Jack B nimble, and Jack B Quick If you wanna jack me on a lick, '
Yeee-yeee haahee yeehaa, yeee-yaahee that nigga Big Ass Moe chillin with my partna named D-mo its on his birthday we comin through in a niggas trunk is
My little white pill My unpaid bill The one who will Be my love My little grey dove My push and my shove My heaven above And we tumble down like Jack
revolver naturally the record is long played even though you may not be so why dont you relax? lean back and enjoy urself until the coroner comes... oop my penis is
don't write love songs. What is it that we sing then? Our love of life is total, everything we do is an expression of that, Everything that we write
sometimes Niggas be tryin' to get at me 'cos I be droppin' funky rhymes What the fuck is goin' on? This rap game is made to make money You niggas is
a ticket, there ain't nothin' to do Yeah, I love these streets like I love the booth Mr. Cocaine Music, I'm 100 proof Got white on white on white, ice
'Bout) Peace Love And Understanding" As I walk on through this wicked world, Searching for light in the darkness of insanity, I ask myself, Is all hope lost? Is
It's bumpin' on the East Side Slammin' on the South Side Makin' noise on the North Side Now Jack B. Nimble, and Jack B. Quick If you wanna jack me on
new place? Money got to go I told 'em theres no space Never love hoes, hoes I don't chase Only wear loc's the same as my race All I know is stunt, make
time -- mine is the right to be wrong. Well I'll go to the foot of our stairs. Jack rabbit mister spawn a new breed of love-hungry pilgrims (no bodies
