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Hello children Black Jack Johnson NYC, R-O-C-K-I-N-G Sun and the moon, earths, stars, and planets Before song done y'all goin' all understand it Like, hot The haters can't fuck with it Cause they mom and they sister and girl in love with It (and they niggas) Sound man holla black come with it Sping the record 'till the record done spinning Up top is you getting up with it? Dirty dirty is you getting crunk with it? Smokey smoke from coast to coast Be careful our first draw be that overdose Who stay holding it from brooklyn? you know is mos! Ha, jackpot I (sing yo) got to go for broke Is this the only way the smith family now to go Right here to my youngest one is older folks I'ma put down like a dirty so and so Freak daddy came here to work the mojo, oh Because the, high is high and the low is low And that goes for the sinner man to holy folks Put your shit in the sky like I know you, oh (Brooklyn stand up!) Ha, my ghetto nation get toe to toe Stay rocking steady steady 'cause I told you so And after y'all get it go I let it go some more That black jack about something for sure) for sure (say what!) For sure for sure Let me see you in the world making your shoulder role And if it get good tell your nigga throw your 'bows 'Cause we are so ghetto Yes we are rock and roll Yes we are so ghetto Yes we are rock and roll Yes we are so ghetto Yes we are rock and roll Yes we are so ghetto Yes we are, rock and motherfucking roll Ha, I am a fighter and a lover I'm the freaky baby daddy, I'm a bad motherfucker I'm the earth, wind, fire, and the thunder I said I am, go ask my mother You don't believe that shit believe what you want to Alright, ok, so, shut-up! Speak language come straight from the gutter Observe the terms that we trade with one and other Like, what's good, what's popping, what's cracking What it is, how you living, what's happening Work songs that the slaves sang back then The playground chants, with little girls clapping Blackjack Johnson NYC, R-O-C-K-I-N-G Son and the moon, earths, stars, and planets Before the song done y'all going all understand it Blackjack Johnson NYC, R-O-C-K-I-N-G Son and the moon, earths stars and planets Before the song done y'all going all understand it Space! Gimme the space! Back up, gimme the space! Let a nigga rock! Gimme the space! Let a nigga rock! Let a nigga rock, ha! This is the sound Ghetto rock This is the sound Ghetto rock This is the sound Ghetto rock This is the sound Ghetto rock This is the sound Ghetto rock This is the sound Ghetto rock and, motherfucking roll!