Testi:
Jack Black Singing At The Party

sugar [Jamar: singing] Don't go changing, to try to please me [Puba: singing] Don't change the color of your hair! [all together] Your hair, your hair, your hair! [Jamar: singing

mic, stay on the mic (dammit) Rock on the mic with your rhymes galore! [Verse 7: Grandmaster Caz] Well I'm a black act back to attack the wack New Jack

slam dunk Bringing out a fat chunk Cause the track is mad funk Niggas try to say I never gave back You ready for the payback? Cause this a house party black

yo where the party at? Blunts copped in Cogn-y-ac Girls in the act, like "where the fuck Marlon at? Call him back" Ask him where he ballin' at, thats

from bad, fair from foul, right from wrong Now your mother's singing that sad song (My baby ain't never hurt nobody!) But he still got smoked at Bebe's party

'em some, come Every time they comin' at the dance, what you know It's time for rum, yeah man Every time they comin' at the dance, what you know It'

record sales soar After the death, of this creator, genocidal, tendencies When they mention he, who listens, to unseen hand Cappin' the faces of the young black man, when they sing

, stay on the mic (dammit) Rock on the mic with your rhymes galore! Verse 7: grandmaster caz Well I'm a black act back to attack the wack new jack Smack

, check out my girls Sing that shit G, sing that shit G! Give me the night, like George Benson and have fun, this jam is number one We gonna party til