[Chorus:] I'm fucked up! You fucked up! Selling Niggers where's your stash You just blew your luck! Jack boys on your ass put your chain on top, I ain
depot for. Trains are big and black and smokin' - steam screamin' at the wheels, bigger than anything they is, at least that's the way she feels Trains are big and black
My little crazy cat took a train to meet his gang downtown. They played Black Jack A guy got up and started a gunfight. He's looking for trouble day
on ya toe" lookin ass nigga "rat" lookin ass nigga "will you marry me, splat" lookin ass nigga " whoopi goldberg, black lip" lookin ass nigga midnight train
Blanc, black, attaque du tac au tac, estomache les jacks Elegiaques, les plaque, les traque, les claque Et les macque, sort l'acier et les braque
When the rats are running and the boys are gunning for heads on a tin plate you can hear the footfall softly in the back yard. And the black jack
just totally amazing, do you know that he did that song i mean, what it's called, popping germaine? i got more kicks that jack chan in the face ? black
'm never comin' wack We never lack the latest flavour, keepin' crates stacked Buyin' records by the pack With my knapsack filled as I chilled On the C-Train
down because she made me sore I thought I was her daddy but she had five more When I was arrested I was dressed in black They put me on a train and
when the train come by Deep down in my heart, baby, feel an achin' pain How long, oh, baby how long? Baby how long, baby how long, Has that evenin' train
her down because she made me sore I thought I was her daddy but she had five more When I was arrested I was dressed in black They put me on a train and
back hydraulic hot one Juiced up, and I'm itchin to hit the switches Crawlin over train tracks, avoidin all ditches Ice-skatin on the 20-inch tires Jack
de m'en remettre a Dieu OL' Kainry C'est pour mes petits freres, caches dans un coin en train d'boire En train d'croire que l'echec c'est plein d
de m'en remettre a Dieu OL' Kainry: C'est pour mes petits freres, caches dans un coin en train d'boire En train d'croire que l'echec c'est plein d'arabes
ways Nowadays tell me what lady don't get it Listen to BLS you just might catch radio edit I got the good news so watch the happy story end like Colin Fergussen or Jack
I dreamed that I was at a club scene where all the thugs be Every criminal mug be, living in luxury, what the fuck G? That must be Bugsy, in the black
your vents Rugged horsepower, M-20-F, executive manifestin you a lesson False representation'll leave y'all sweatin in the train station Remember I'm blacker
the train a rollin' when it's ballin-the-jack For I just love the rhythm of the clickety clack So take me right back to the track, Jack! Choo-Choo Choo