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Public Enemy
Public Enemy
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Gary G-Wiz
Gary G-Wiz
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Carlton Ridenhour
Carlton Ridenhour
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Keith Shocklee
Keith Shocklee
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Grand Imperial Ministers Of Funk
Grand Imperial Ministers Of Funk
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I remember when us blacks were on our backs Across tracks where we live, now we packin' in Cadillacs Or Pontiac if you know what I'm sayin' Po' old nigg thinks it's a Caddy and now he's playin' mack daddy But that's all right I blame it all on Jack Who's Jack you ask me, you say, I say it every time But the rhyme goes into your head down to your toes And you missed me play it off like a diss, yo Let's go and diss the wick wick wack, wiggedy whack in fact I'm sayin' hit the road Jack for the hook I'll play it by the book for the track, I'll bring it back Look out, hit da road Jack Hit da road Jack Hit da road Jack Hit da road Jack Don't you come back, don't you come back Don't you come back, don't you come back Black is black and white is white That's all right if you're right, that's all right, no need to fight, yo Much respect if your nature's in check a little If not expect me to cock a doodle do a riddle Just actin' cracka proves to be a killer to me Like I refuse to be a negro but we grow to be people, people But our color had 'em playin' us out Like we was Cinderella But if you take it and break it down, full of noise But Jack and his boys keep doin' what they wanna do But hear me out Jack goes under color to kill one another 'Cause some blacks act devil too And if you see him, you can tell by his act Not his word but his deed and we bleed all because of that Lifestyle of a dirty rat and if you act like that Step back and hit da road Jack Hit da road Jack Hit da road Jack Hit da road Jack Don't you come back, don't you come back, don't you come back Don't you come back, don't you come back, don't you come back Don't you come back, don't you come back, don't you come back Don't you come back, don't you come back Not Jack the Ripper or the Jack of Spades, I'm not jackin' for beats Let's get Jack the Raper, mothers cried while forefathers died from the whip And not a bit ever made the paper when I come they all run and hide And they quit and yell loud, here he come wit' dat black s*** I'm through wit' Jack bein' the quarterback of the scene He's played out like bell-bottom jeans, you know I took a line from the Main Source for that I know they feel the same, thank you, hit da road Jack Hit da road Jack Hit da road Jack Hit da road Jack Don't you come back, don't you come back Don't you come back, don't you come back Come back no more Don't you come back, don't you come back Don't you come back, don't you come back Don't you come back, don't you come back Come back no more, don't you come back
Writer(s): Keith M. Boxley, Gary J. Rinaldo, James Henry Boxley Iii, Carlton Douglas Ridenhour Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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