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Jack Black Singing At The Party

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

procrastinate These lyrical styles that I compile To preach and teach and educate me, a new jack brother (Who's that) When you were at the parties rapping

knees I got to get out of London park Straight as a crow waiting for my treasure at the lottery Blues in my pockets rain on the fair the weighs Are buildin' blacks

Hey 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,

a cook, a waiter or a good musician so if you happen to to be just passin' by stop in at the saturday night fish fry. ALL: it was rockin' LITTLE MOE: Sing

get elbowed Word to Herb, yo if you can't swing this Learn the words, you might sing this Just a little bit of the taste of the bass for you As you get up and dance at

-z] gimme that beat fool, its a full time jack move dont worry skano ill give it back soon just havin a little fun, wassup my nigga? S dot collection black

a 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

some junkies before a fix Halfa Cali' came to get with the source They did after we down, players could have they own choice Either rap singing, or even street singing