| You are in knee deep, you need some medicine
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| Once again, feel free, it’s in your head again
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| Come with us, believe, they wouldn’t let you in, unless you paid a fee, please
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| See we, we on that Jack again
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| We on that Jack, we on that Jack again Oh, yeah, let me get a vodka tonic,
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| with a little bit of pineapple juice, and cranberry, and an umbrella in it
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| Nah, I’m fuckin wit ya. |
| Come on man, you know what I’mma have
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| Bottles in moderation, is not my operation
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| I rock parties for a livin, that’s my occupation
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| But I’m not even sure what genre we claim
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| Too many styles for my own good, got momma to blame
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| I like rock & roll, hip-hop, soul, funk, and rhythm
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| But they can’t tell where we livin, so um, fuck the critics
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| When I drink I get honest, and a little friendly
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| You know I got a girl, right?
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| But thanks for tryin to tempt me, love
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| This must be an invention of the devils who mettle and revel in the stench of
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| drugs
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| Line up a shot or two and make it pros
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| Somebody tell me why they still ain’t played this late night show
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| It must be me, right?
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| Just waiting on the evite to run through the green light
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| Instead I gotta be right and kick it with the c-lights
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| I’m back to back Advils, wrapped packs, madd real
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| Jacks that pack wheels, trunks full of black wheels
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| And get yourself some old number siete
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| Quick to help you get laid, or enrage?
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| JD, blocks bleed, safely, shots lead
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| And before you know it you’ll be lookin at your peeper screamin.
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| You are in knee deep, you need some medicine
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| Once again, feel free, it’s in your head again
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| Come with us, believe, they wouldn’t let you in, unless you paid a fee, please
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| See we, we on that Jack again
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| We on that Jack, we on that Jack again Dog, I was gettin out the whip,
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| I knew it was about to be on. |
| So I just basically left Mary in the whip,
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| grabbed a whiskey, and headed for the crib man
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| I don’t like to indulge in this type of thing
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| Usually I fly high, man I never blinge
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| Now tonight, I’m goin in, I’mma celebrate
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| Go on, pour another drink, buy another case
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| My girl hates the taste, but likes it all night
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| Tells me to take a shot so we can fuck or fight
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| Wanna roll the dice? |
| I’m like, hold tight
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| I sip brown until it’s blurry in my third eye
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| Next thing you know, we bounce like
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| Bed springs squeak while she’s screamin another language
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| I talk dirty, she treatin' me like a savage
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| One more shot and I swear she takin' advantage of me
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| But I don’t really mind, though
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| I got a piece of her mind, she got her mouth full
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| I don’t need medicine, nah, I don’t need council
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| She always asks me if I’ll bring him around soon (jealous)
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| I can’t feel my head, it’s the Lucky Number 7 again
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| Tennessee, I think I owe you some racks for introducing me to my best friend —
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| Jack
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| You are in knee deep, you need some medicine
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| Once again, feel free, it’s in your head again
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| Come with us, believe, they wouldn’t let you in, unless you paid a fee, please
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| See we, we on that Jack again
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| We on that Jack, we on that Jack again |