's going to fight Jack Dempsey. Chorus: Thats my brother Sylvest (What's he got?) He's got a row of fourty medals on his chest (Big chest!) He killed
Theres no combination of words I could put on the back of a postcard No song that I could sing But I can try for your heart, our dreams, and they are
'll do it again When you move like a jellyfish Rhythm don't mean nothing You go with the flow You don't stop Move like a jellyfish Rhythm is nothing You go
The city is my jungle gym Look at this big great world that we're living in There's lots of fun to be had on these streets We can take a ride just you
Spoken: Well, I've got one memory thats always been with me. My dad would get up to go surf about 4:30 or 5:00 and sometimes I would hear him and go
we don't understand Then let's all just believe I was readin' a book Or maybe it was a magazine Suggestions on where to place faith Suggestions on
old guitar Move on down the road (keep on moving) I'm gonna pack my old guitar Move on down the road (where you gonna go) Oh where I go, I don't know
your fiction like books , need to go out to life and look cause uh... what happens when they take your material , and you already sold your soul and its.... chorus ( jack johnson
I speak to them punks who come actin' salty Then Ali, I let this thing go, back on up off me (Boy yeah) I heard you was on my tail now you yellin', "
For a little safe sex for the inspection Cause though I'm mackin hoe's like jyro mackson I'm learnin real quick gotta wrap my johnson But just insace I hope your on
pipe and it go off mother fuckas My gun don't fit through the doorway mother fuckas lets Go! This is the last warning shot before we're letting this go
stare Now drink that drink and smoke that smoke Old mister johnson turns blue and starts to choke Somebody slap him on the back Now the curtains go up And both lights go on
-eyes, glue-face boys On a pearl splashing glass If they give us any flack If they come up on our ass We'll just give 'em the go-by The Cadillac pass
style, flash no loot And I don't even get dressed for a video shoot But I be hoppin' out of Benzes with slippers on Two bitches, gettin' my Jack Tripper on
Johnson stomp 'em Hold G like Bumpy Jonson on 'em Read flip and beat kids like Joe Jackson My flow jackin', clack, clack, I'm sharp like the claws Of Hugh Jack
by the way, Re you go on; did you get those white albums I sent ya with the pencil on the front, yeah? yeah, you should move some of those for me ...
the air, one hand on my Johnson Hip-Hop police on me like I'm the convict What happened to the old school? I thought it was rhyming Doug E. Fresh and Daina Dane on