| Black Jack Johnson N.Y.C., R-O-C-K-I-N-G
|
| Sun and the moon, earths, stars, and planets
|
| Before song done y’all goin’all understand it Like — Hot
|
| The haters can’t fuck with it
|
| 'Cause they mom and they sister and girl in love with
|
| it (and they niggaz)
|
| Sound man holla black COME WITH IT
|
| Sping the record 'till the record done spinning
|
| Up top is you getting up with it?
|
| Dirty dirty is you getting cronk with it?
|
| Smokey smoke from coast to coast
|
| Be carefull our first draw be that overdose
|
| Who stay holding it from Brooklyn? |
| YOU KNOW IS MOS!
|
| Ha, Jackpot I (Sing yo) got to go for broke
|
| Is this the only way the Smith Family now to go Right here to my youngest one is older folks
|
| Im’ma put down like a dirty so and so Freak daddy came here to work the mojo — oh Because the — high is high and the low is low
|
| And that goes for the sinner man to holy folks
|
| Put your shit in the sky like I know you — oh Ha, my ghetto nation get toe to toe
|
| Stay rocking steady steady 'cause I told you so And after y’all get it go I let it go some more
|
| That Black Jack about something for sure) for sure
|
| For sure for sure
|
| Let me see you in the world making your shoulder role
|
| And if it get good tell your nigga throw your 'bows
|
| 'Cause we are so ghetto
|
| Yes we are rock and roll
|
| Yes we are so ghetto
|
| Yes we are rock and roll
|
| Yes we are so ghetto
|
| Yes we are rock and roll
|
| Yes we are so ghetto
|
| Yes we are — rock and motherfucking roll (WOOOO!)
|
| Ha, I am a fighter and a lover
|
| I’m the freaky baby daddy, I’m a bad motherfucker
|
| I’m the earth, wind, fire, and the thunder
|
| I said I am, go ask my mother
|
| You don’t believe that shit believe what you want to Alright, OK, So, Shut-up!
|
| Speak language come straight from the gutter
|
| Observe the terms that we trade with one and other
|
| Like — what’s good, what’s popping, what’s cracking
|
| What it is, how you living, what’s happening
|
| Work songs that the slaves sang back then
|
| The playground chants, with little girls claping
|
| + (Girls chanting)
|
| Black John Johnson N.Y.C., R-O-C-K-I-N-G
|
| Son and the moon, earths, stars, and planets
|
| Before the song done y’all going all understand it Black John Johnson N.Y.C., R-O-C-K-I-N-G
|
| Son and the moon, earths stars and planets
|
| Before the song done y’all going all understand it SPACE!
|
| GIMME THE SPACE!
|
| BACK UP, GIMME THE SPACE!!!
|
| LET A NIGGA ROCK!
|
| GIMME THE SPACE!
|
| LET A NIGGA ROCK!
|
| LET A NIGGA ROCK, HA!
|
| This is the sound
|
| Ghettos rock
|
| This is the sound
|
| Ghettos rock
|
| This is the sound
|
| Ghettos rock
|
| This is the sound
|
| Ghettos rock
|
| This is the sound
|
| Ghettos rock
|
| This is the sound
|
| Ghettos rock and — MOTHERFUCKING ROLLLLLLLLL! |