And the girls with the red lights doing tricks for Mars bars And all the ravers that wish they were back in '89 Jack jack jack jack your body Because
Mars bars And all the ravers wishin' they were back in '89 'Cause everythin' was so much better the first time Jack, jack, jack, jack your body And
the girls with the red lights doing tricks for Mars bars And all the ravers that wish they were back in '89 Jack jack jack jack your body Because everything
Traduzione: Just Jack. Storie di vita.
this cops bragging about the nigga he's jackin I see no justice All I see is niggas dying fast The sound of a gun blast Then watch the hurst past Just another day in the life
liquor store that she's forgiven So come home Maybe in time you understand Only God can save us Where Miles Davis cutting lose with the band Just
villian, with rap cat feelins Me and this bird, we just be chillin Spit the gift, my new stand smith Bubble that off the top, dude just quick I roam
something worth aspiring to And can it be found in a record store Well it's not there anymore Just think of all the things we did We were different Just
us up on, man?) Yo, this part two of the raw (We ain't never gonna stop) Okay, y'all know what this is The remix, you know what I mean? (Life Stories)
My nigga Buckwild, word is bond he WHOA! Uhh.. and that's just how the story go.. And whoever I forgot on this shit is, WHOA! Aww man, WHOA! Eighth street, Life Stories
another lullaby Jack is nimble, Jack is quick Pick your pocket, turn a trick Slow and steady, he's got time To commit another TV crime TV crime One day in the life
1: Poet] Thats my word, I'm motherfucking stressed It seems like life's tryin to put me through a test Cuz every fuckin day it's just gettin worse Whats
rollin' dope, and I'm bound to let the gun smoke I'm gettin' richer everyday because I'm selling crack, and, yo, police ain't jack So I just wait to pull
