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I remember when us blacks were on our backs |
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Across tracks where we live, now we packin' in |
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CadillacsOr |
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Pontiac if you know what |
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I'm sayin' |
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Po' old nigg thinks it's a |
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Caddy and now he's playin' mack daddy |
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But that's all right |
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I blame it all on |
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JackWho's |
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Jack you ask me, you say, |
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I say it every time |
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But the rhyme goes into your head down to your toes |
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And you missed me play it off like a diss, yo |
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Let's go and diss the wick wick wack, wiggedy whack in fact |
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I'm sayin' hit the road |
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Jack for the hook |
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I'll play it by the book for the track, |
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I'll bring it back |
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Look out, hit da road |
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JackHit da road |
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JackHit da road |
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JackHit da road |
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JackDon't you come back, don't you come back |
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Don't you come back, don't you come back |
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Black is black and white is white |
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That's all right if you're right, that's all right, no need to fight, yo |
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Much respect if your nature's in check a little |
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If not expect me to cock a doodle do a riddle |
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Just actin' cracka proves to be a killer to me |
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Like I refuse to be a negro but we grow to be people, people |
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But our color had 'em playin' us out |
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Like we was |
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Cinderella |
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But if you take it and break it down, full of noise |
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But Jack and his boys keep doin' what they wanna do |
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But hear me out |
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Jack goes under color to kill one another' |
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Cause some blacks act devil too |
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And if you see him, you can tell by his act |
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Not his word but his deed and we bleed all because of that |
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Lifestyle of a dirty rat and if you act like that |
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Step back and hit da road |
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JackHit da road |
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JackHit da road |
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JackHit da road |
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JackDon't you come back, don't you come back, don't you come back |
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Don't you come back, don't you come back, don't you come back |
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Don't you come back, don't you come back, don't you come back |
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Don't you come back, don't you come back |
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Not Jack the |
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Ripper or the |
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Jack of Spades, |
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I'm not jackin' for beats |
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Let's get |
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Jack the Raper, mothers cried while forefathers died from the whip |
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And not a bit ever made the paper when |
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I come they all run and hide |
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And they quit and yell loud, here he come wit' dat black s*** |
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I'm through wit' |
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Jack bein' the quarterback of the scene |
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He's played out like bell-bottom jeans, you know |
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I took a line from the |
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Main Source for that |
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I know they feel the same, thank you, hit da road |
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JackHit da road |
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JackHit da road |
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JackHit da road |
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JackDon't you come back, don't you come back |
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Don't you come back, don't you come back |
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Come back no more |
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Don't you come back, don't you come back |
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Don't you come back, don't you come back |
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Don't you come back, don't you come back |
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Come back no more, don't you come back |
