The Jack Back Lyrics
| Song | The Jack Back |
| Artist | Sir Mix-A-Lot |
| Album | Mack Daddy |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Sir Mix A Lot ... | |
| {*first twenty seconds are some movie*} | |
| "in this country a man's home is his castle.." | |
| [sir mix-a-lot] | |
| I've been jacked by the racist scum, and here i come | |
| Klan, run - cause revenge is fun! and i'm that one | |
| To make you tapdance with a shotgun | |
| On donahue they said they had weapons | |
| Just to teach black people one lesson | |
| But i ain't goin to your school of fools | |
| So come here, and look at my tools! | |
| You can meet and greet the glock 19 in your nostrils | |
| I'll splatter your dreams | |
| Plans to overthrow are left in limbo | |
| Cause one loco bro chose to dispose of you | |
| And your skinhead crew | |
| I ain't a house nigga with a twenty-two | |
| I dump a hollow-point slug in your windpipe | |
| Try to breathe {*choking*} believe the hype | |
| Cause this ain't the jungle fool | |
| And i don't throw spears, and i ain't leavin here! | |
| A nazi and you ain't never seen germany | |
| But you was lookin for a enemy | |
| So you found a young brother with cash | |
| Crashed my glass, snatched my whole stash | |
| Boy i'ma getcha back, like it ain't no thang | |
| Show you what i learned from the gangs | |
| Stack em up deep in a six-nine deuce | |
| Long range scopes for the whole damn group | |
| Hangin outside a club called moonshine | |
| Waitin for the right time.. | |
| There he is, walkin in the levi's blue cut | |
| The wicked one dropped two shots in his butt | |
| I can't solve racism with a gat | |
| But this is where my head's at - get em with a jack back! | |
| "you ask me the niggers around here | |
| Been treated awful bad for a long time.." | |
| [the wicked one] | |
| I've been sayin this, i gotta fix em | |
| I wanna fix em with a crucifixion | |
| Nail em to a cross and burn em | |
| Burn em burn em burn em! | |
| It's been said that this would happen | |
| Skanless skinheads jackin | |
| All up in the crib insult for takin my force | |
| I had to break north | |
| The leader had a spraypaint can | |
| And on my wall wrote, 'death to the black man' | |
| Burned a cross in front of the hideout | |
| Hopin they could get my race to die out | |
| I'ma cause em pain, physical and mental | |
| I speak slowly - through the temple | |
| The wicked one is talkin trouble | |
| Blastin skulls into pieces of puzzle | |
| Damage em so bad, they can't stop me | |
| Not enough body left to get an autopsy | |
| Skinheads, stakin em out | |
| Bloodshed, takin em out | |
| Caught one of em, mix said, "go ahead" | |
| Thirty-eight, straight to his forehead | |
| I hit em hard and it hit the spot | |
| I punish and plot with mix-a-lot | |
| Now where's the leader at? gotta get him back | |
| Gotta get the gat, gotta get the axe | |
| Call it a revengeful murderous pact.. | |
| Call it the jack back! | |
| "some things are worth killing for" | |
| [sir mix-a-lot] | |
| They burned a cross in my yard, caught a brother off guard | |
| But i can't cry, cause i'm hard! | |
| They jacked another black, but this black wants payback | |
| I rack up killin stats! | |
| Now i'm on the hunt with a 12-gauge pump | |
| Massive hardware's in my trunk | |
| Creepin low.. and slow | |
| There's one - roll down the window | |
| Whassup, fool?!! ("noooooooooo!!") *buck buck buck* | |
| It ain't done til the punk stops breathin; | |
| Watch kunta kinte get even! | |
| It goes like that when a brother stays strapped | |
| Couldn't get a job so i learned to rap | |
| Livin kinda large and the skinheads hate me | |
| Run up in my house and they tried to take me | |
| Now i got the metal to his dome | |
| A desert eagle, dipped in chrome | |
| I got a black stocking cap yanked over my face | |
| Anger is takin rationality's place | |
| Hitler's in the house and i'm takin him out | |
| He shouts but the barrel's in his mouth | |
| Before i shoot, he wants to know if i'm white or black | |
| I yank my mask - this has been a jack back! | |
| "these boys were trained activists.." | |
| [the wicked one] | |
| I'm not a slave but the ku klux klan | |
| And the aryan nation say i am! | |
| What's behind the skinheads out to getcha? | |
| The reincarnation of hitler | |
| Now i got a murderous attitude | |
| I'm in a put em in a casket mood! | |
| Remember the days of slavery? | |
| They hung many black men from a tree | |
| We fought to be free real hard | |
| And the black man's freedom must not be scarred! | |
| Callin me an african sambo | |
| But after this, "american psycho" | |
| And i'll smoke any skinhead racist | |
| With the black glock that's in my fist | |
| And the morgue'll be packed in body stacks | |
| Memories due to the jack back | |
| Caught the leader of the skinhead clan | |
| You know the one with the spraypaint can | |
| Drilled him with a crowbar {*gargling*} die! | |
| In the left ear, out the right eye | |
| Then i took a knife to his chest | |
| Carved a wicked message in a bloody mess | |
| It was a warning for the rest of his pack | |
| "this nigga got him with a jackback!" |
| zuo ci : Sir Mix A Lot ... | |
| first twenty seconds are some movie | |
| " in this country a man' s home is his castle.." | |
| sir mixalot | |
| I' ve been jacked by the racist scum, and here i come | |
| Klan, run cause revenge is fun! and i' m that one | |
| To make you tapdance with a shotgun | |
| On donahue they said they had weapons | |
| Just to teach black people one lesson | |
| But i ain' t goin to your school of fools | |
| So come here, and look at my tools! | |
| You can meet and greet the glock 19 in your nostrils | |
| I' ll splatter your dreams | |
| Plans to overthrow are left in limbo | |
| Cause one loco bro chose to dispose of you | |
| And your skinhead crew | |
| I ain' t a house nigga with a twentytwo | |
| I dump a hollowpoint slug in your windpipe | |
| Try to breathe choking believe the hype | |
| Cause this ain' t the jungle fool | |
| And i don' t throw spears, and i ain' t leavin here! | |
| A nazi and you ain' t never seen germany | |
| But you was lookin for a enemy | |
| So you found a young brother with cash | |
| Crashed my glass, snatched my whole stash | |
| Boy i' ma getcha back, like it ain' t no thang | |
| Show you what i learned from the gangs | |
| Stack em up deep in a sixnine deuce | |
| Long range scopes for the whole damn group | |
| Hangin outside a club called moonshine | |
| Waitin for the right time.. | |
| There he is, walkin in the levi' s blue cut | |
| The wicked one dropped two shots in his butt | |
| I can' t solve racism with a gat | |
| But this is where my head' s at get em with a jack back! | |
| " you ask me the niggers around here | |
| Been treated awful bad for a long time.." | |
| the wicked one | |
| I' ve been sayin this, i gotta fix em | |
| I wanna fix em with a crucifixion | |
| Nail em to a cross and burn em | |
| Burn em burn em burn em! | |
| It' s been said that this would happen | |
| Skanless skinheads jackin | |
| All up in the crib insult for takin my force | |
| I had to break north | |
| The leader had a spraypaint can | |
| And on my wall wrote, ' death to the black man' | |
| Burned a cross in front of the hideout | |
| Hopin they could get my race to die out | |
| I' ma cause em pain, physical and mental | |
| I speak slowly through the temple | |
| The wicked one is talkin trouble | |
| Blastin skulls into pieces of puzzle | |
| Damage em so bad, they can' t stop me | |
| Not enough body left to get an autopsy | |
| Skinheads, stakin em out | |
| Bloodshed, takin em out | |
| Caught one of em, mix said, " go ahead" | |
| Thirtyeight, straight to his forehead | |
| I hit em hard and it hit the spot | |
| I punish and plot with mixalot | |
| Now where' s the leader at? gotta get him back | |
| Gotta get the gat, gotta get the axe | |
| Call it a revengeful murderous pact.. | |
| Call it the jack back! | |
| " some things are worth killing for" | |
| sir mixalot | |
| They burned a cross in my yard, caught a brother off guard | |
| But i can' t cry, cause i' m hard! | |
| They jacked another black, but this black wants payback | |
| I rack up killin stats! | |
| Now i' m on the hunt with a 12gauge pump | |
| Massive hardware' s in my trunk | |
| Creepin low.. and slow | |
| There' s one roll down the window | |
| Whassup, fool?!! " noooooooooo!!" buck buck buck | |
| It ain' t done til the punk stops breathin | |
| Watch kunta kinte get even! | |
| It goes like that when a brother stays strapped | |
| Couldn' t get a job so i learned to rap | |
| Livin kinda large and the skinheads hate me | |
| Run up in my house and they tried to take me | |
| Now i got the metal to his dome | |
| A desert eagle, dipped in chrome | |
| I got a black stocking cap yanked over my face | |
| Anger is takin rationality' s place | |
| Hitler' s in the house and i' m takin him out | |
| He shouts but the barrel' s in his mouth | |
| Before i shoot, he wants to know if i' m white or black | |
| I yank my mask this has been a jack back! | |
| " these boys were trained activists.." | |
| the wicked one | |
| I' m not a slave but the ku klux klan | |
| And the aryan nation say i am! | |
| What' s behind the skinheads out to getcha? | |
| The reincarnation of hitler | |
| Now i got a murderous attitude | |
| I' m in a put em in a casket mood! | |
| Remember the days of slavery? | |
| They hung many black men from a tree | |
| We fought to be free real hard | |
| And the black man' s freedom must not be scarred! | |
| Callin me an african sambo | |
| But after this, " american psycho" | |
| And i' ll smoke any skinhead racist | |
| With the black glock that' s in my fist | |
| And the morgue' ll be packed in body stacks | |
| Memories due to the jack back | |
| Caught the leader of the skinhead clan | |
| You know the one with the spraypaint can | |
| Drilled him with a crowbar gargling die! | |
| In the left ear, out the right eye | |
| Then i took a knife to his chest | |
| Carved a wicked message in a bloody mess | |
| It was a warning for the rest of his pack | |
| " this nigga got him with a jackback!" |
| zuò cí : Sir Mix A Lot ... | |
| first twenty seconds are some movie | |
| " in this country a man' s home is his castle.." | |
| sir mixalot | |
| I' ve been jacked by the racist scum, and here i come | |
| Klan, run cause revenge is fun! and i' m that one | |
| To make you tapdance with a shotgun | |
| On donahue they said they had weapons | |
| Just to teach black people one lesson | |
| But i ain' t goin to your school of fools | |
| So come here, and look at my tools! | |
| You can meet and greet the glock 19 in your nostrils | |
| I' ll splatter your dreams | |
| Plans to overthrow are left in limbo | |
| Cause one loco bro chose to dispose of you | |
| And your skinhead crew | |
| I ain' t a house nigga with a twentytwo | |
| I dump a hollowpoint slug in your windpipe | |
| Try to breathe choking believe the hype | |
| Cause this ain' t the jungle fool | |
| And i don' t throw spears, and i ain' t leavin here! | |
| A nazi and you ain' t never seen germany | |
| But you was lookin for a enemy | |
| So you found a young brother with cash | |
| Crashed my glass, snatched my whole stash | |
| Boy i' ma getcha back, like it ain' t no thang | |
| Show you what i learned from the gangs | |
| Stack em up deep in a sixnine deuce | |
| Long range scopes for the whole damn group | |
| Hangin outside a club called moonshine | |
| Waitin for the right time.. | |
| There he is, walkin in the levi' s blue cut | |
| The wicked one dropped two shots in his butt | |
| I can' t solve racism with a gat | |
| But this is where my head' s at get em with a jack back! | |
| " you ask me the niggers around here | |
| Been treated awful bad for a long time.." | |
| the wicked one | |
| I' ve been sayin this, i gotta fix em | |
| I wanna fix em with a crucifixion | |
| Nail em to a cross and burn em | |
| Burn em burn em burn em! | |
| It' s been said that this would happen | |
| Skanless skinheads jackin | |
| All up in the crib insult for takin my force | |
| I had to break north | |
| The leader had a spraypaint can | |
| And on my wall wrote, ' death to the black man' | |
| Burned a cross in front of the hideout | |
| Hopin they could get my race to die out | |
| I' ma cause em pain, physical and mental | |
| I speak slowly through the temple | |
| The wicked one is talkin trouble | |
| Blastin skulls into pieces of puzzle | |
| Damage em so bad, they can' t stop me | |
| Not enough body left to get an autopsy | |
| Skinheads, stakin em out | |
| Bloodshed, takin em out | |
| Caught one of em, mix said, " go ahead" | |
| Thirtyeight, straight to his forehead | |
| I hit em hard and it hit the spot | |
| I punish and plot with mixalot | |
| Now where' s the leader at? gotta get him back | |
| Gotta get the gat, gotta get the axe | |
| Call it a revengeful murderous pact.. | |
| Call it the jack back! | |
| " some things are worth killing for" | |
| sir mixalot | |
| They burned a cross in my yard, caught a brother off guard | |
| But i can' t cry, cause i' m hard! | |
| They jacked another black, but this black wants payback | |
| I rack up killin stats! | |
| Now i' m on the hunt with a 12gauge pump | |
| Massive hardware' s in my trunk | |
| Creepin low.. and slow | |
| There' s one roll down the window | |
| Whassup, fool?!! " noooooooooo!!" buck buck buck | |
| It ain' t done til the punk stops breathin | |
| Watch kunta kinte get even! | |
| It goes like that when a brother stays strapped | |
| Couldn' t get a job so i learned to rap | |
| Livin kinda large and the skinheads hate me | |
| Run up in my house and they tried to take me | |
| Now i got the metal to his dome | |
| A desert eagle, dipped in chrome | |
| I got a black stocking cap yanked over my face | |
| Anger is takin rationality' s place | |
| Hitler' s in the house and i' m takin him out | |
| He shouts but the barrel' s in his mouth | |
| Before i shoot, he wants to know if i' m white or black | |
| I yank my mask this has been a jack back! | |
| " these boys were trained activists.." | |
| the wicked one | |
| I' m not a slave but the ku klux klan | |
| And the aryan nation say i am! | |
| What' s behind the skinheads out to getcha? | |
| The reincarnation of hitler | |
| Now i got a murderous attitude | |
| I' m in a put em in a casket mood! | |
| Remember the days of slavery? | |
| They hung many black men from a tree | |
| We fought to be free real hard | |
| And the black man' s freedom must not be scarred! | |
| Callin me an african sambo | |
| But after this, " american psycho" | |
| And i' ll smoke any skinhead racist | |
| With the black glock that' s in my fist | |
| And the morgue' ll be packed in body stacks | |
| Memories due to the jack back | |
| Caught the leader of the skinhead clan | |
| You know the one with the spraypaint can | |
| Drilled him with a crowbar gargling die! | |
| In the left ear, out the right eye | |
| Then i took a knife to his chest | |
| Carved a wicked message in a bloody mess | |
| It was a warning for the rest of his pack | |
| " this nigga got him with a jackback!" |
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