Jack B. Nimble Songtext
von Masta Ace Incorporated
Jack B. Nimble Songtext
Yeah (yeah), it′s a real sad story (real sad story)
Show you just how unjust this world is (so unjust)
Let me tell ya bout a guy named Jack
Jack be nimble, Jack be quick
There's a cop – runnin′ right – behind ya with a stick
Better run Jack, run Jack, run Jack run
Better hide that gun Jack, hide that gun Son
Things look bad now, they're gonna get worse though
Look, there's an alley, take off in a burst yo
It sure is dark Jack, it smells like piss, ay yo
Look at that big rat (here), hit him with this (man)
Uh-oh quiet, here comes that cop-uh
Get in this garbage can and put it on the top-uh
Yeah, yeah, that′s pretty slick, what a trick
He walked right past, what a dick
I think he′s gone now, ready, set, now jet
You better run Jack, run Jack, don't stop yet
There′s a patrol car, they're searchin′ the area
You think you're scared now, it′s gonna get scarier
Don't be mosin', they′re closin′ in kid
See what havin' that darker skin did
Now which way Jack, ′cause you need a breather
And a good lawyer, you won't get either
Up those stairs Jack, your sister′s building
The cops will leave soon, so stay there 'til then
But she′s not home so you can keep on knockin'
Take out a slim jim and pick the lock and
Now you're safe, can you believe those guys
Huntin′ ya down with such hate in their eyes?
But now you can rest Jack, but oh what a mess black
Run to the bathroom and flush away the crack
Maybe you should′ve just kept your mouth quiet
Never knew that it would cause such a riot
Peek out the window – to see who's lurkin′
Twenty cop cars (hey!) This ain't workin′ (uh-oh)
Someone saw you when you dipped inside, they're
Comin′ up the stairs there's no place to hide, yeah
Good thing you didn't ditch the gun like I said G
You′d be a sittin′ duck, dead full of lead see
They didn't come to arrest and take ya back
They came to finish and – diminish you Jack
You should′ve never – said that – you would start tellin'
On the cops that was down with the drugs you was sellin′
So now it's time to take the nine from ya back
′Cause they're kickin down the door, good luck Jack
Jack B. Nimble
Jack B. Nimble
Hey Jack yo, you better be nimble
Show you just how unjust this world is (so unjust)
Let me tell ya bout a guy named Jack
Jack be nimble, Jack be quick
There's a cop – runnin′ right – behind ya with a stick
Better run Jack, run Jack, run Jack run
Better hide that gun Jack, hide that gun Son
Things look bad now, they're gonna get worse though
Look, there's an alley, take off in a burst yo
It sure is dark Jack, it smells like piss, ay yo
Look at that big rat (here), hit him with this (man)
Uh-oh quiet, here comes that cop-uh
Get in this garbage can and put it on the top-uh
Yeah, yeah, that′s pretty slick, what a trick
He walked right past, what a dick
I think he′s gone now, ready, set, now jet
You better run Jack, run Jack, don't stop yet
There′s a patrol car, they're searchin′ the area
You think you're scared now, it′s gonna get scarier
Don't be mosin', they′re closin′ in kid
See what havin' that darker skin did
Now which way Jack, ′cause you need a breather
And a good lawyer, you won't get either
Up those stairs Jack, your sister′s building
The cops will leave soon, so stay there 'til then
But she′s not home so you can keep on knockin'
Take out a slim jim and pick the lock and
Now you're safe, can you believe those guys
Huntin′ ya down with such hate in their eyes?
But now you can rest Jack, but oh what a mess black
Run to the bathroom and flush away the crack
Maybe you should′ve just kept your mouth quiet
Never knew that it would cause such a riot
Peek out the window – to see who's lurkin′
Twenty cop cars (hey!) This ain't workin′ (uh-oh)
Someone saw you when you dipped inside, they're
Comin′ up the stairs there's no place to hide, yeah
Good thing you didn't ditch the gun like I said G
You′d be a sittin′ duck, dead full of lead see
They didn't come to arrest and take ya back
They came to finish and – diminish you Jack
You should′ve never – said that – you would start tellin'
On the cops that was down with the drugs you was sellin′
So now it's time to take the nine from ya back
′Cause they're kickin down the door, good luck Jack
Jack B. Nimble
Jack B. Nimble
Hey Jack yo, you better be nimble
Writer(s): Duval A. Clear, Sean Mcfadden, Otis Redding, Allen Alvoid Jr Jones, Alvertis Isbell Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com