Jackson; go ahead and wreck your health. Go play your hand you big-talkin' man, make a big fool of yourself, Yeah, go to Jackson; go comb your hair! Honey, I
rehearsal Yeah, in between the was and the could be Love is the reversal I believe we're underwater I believe the engine's blown Yeah, I believe our
hell's goin' on?) Shut up! I could go on and on, but, lets move on shall we? Say, you're me and I'm you and they all watch the things we do And like
Jackson (you just think you're one) I'm gonna mess around Headed to Jackson look out Jackson town Well you go on down to Jackson go ahead and wreck your
am I? I'm the best to ever spit I got that, "Hot Shit" like I'm Nelly and the Tics I pop a hot block dodge the cops and the dics Cause they want me gone
you feel so inspired Let me guess - the way I play off the vibe makes you excited Let me guess - you wanna go and party after the show And you were hopin
or to your chest I'm nice times twice I use this mic as a lyrical sacrafice got you in my grips like vice I represent the T-dot and I'm known to keep
how I'm gettin' jewels I say big up big up it's a stick up, stick up I stick and move And that's how we do So you grab the gat and let loose Yo, rat
go ahead and wreck your health Go play your hand, you big-talkin' man, make a big fool of yourself Yeah, yeah, go to Jackson, but go comb that hair I'
What if it was you? You that I needed all along I felt like a fool Kicking and screaming And pretending we were wrong Let's get wrecked on Pop-Tarts and sex And
you think you fuckin dirty clucka Man I don't care what you think you fuckin tommy tucka Man I don't care what you think you cuttin muthafucka You's
I'm gonna mess around I'm goin' to Jackson Lookout Jackson town Well go on down to Jackson Go ahead and wreck your health Go play your hand you big
busted you wanna touch it, to hot You forgot, you?re not ready, you?re head could get ruptured Hit between the eye, I planned the plan alive I?m the
can I be free And who this cat I'm lookin at? Cause I've been lost so long without anybody knowin [Chuck D (Flavor Flav)] So I move on (uh-huh) and I
[killa bamz] Red dog ebonese, half gotti and lebonese You see me posted, lifted like my tape to text Poverty projects son, and I ain't scared to talk
who you think you grabbin? The god can never lose, so you know it will never happen Lyrically making you sleepy, you'll need a nap when I slap you with
were only a mask? And why do you want them to like you? What change are you trying to bring? Or do you lust after just their attention Do you want them
Jackson Go ahead and wreck your health Go play your hand, you big-talkin' man Make a big fool of yourself Yeah, go to Jackson Go, comb your hair Honey, I
