Radio Station - Mos Def


  • Ms. Fat Booty
  • Mathematics
  • Hip Hop
  • UMI Says
  • Speed Law
  • Love
  • Got
  • New World Water
  • Fear Not of Man
  • Do It Now
  • Brooklyn
  • Sunshine
  • Habitat
  • Supermagic
  • May-December
  • Priority
  • Know That
  • Climb
  • Life In Marvelous Times
  • Wahid
  • The Panties
  • Mr. Nigga
  • Auditorium
  • The Embassy
  • Casa Bey
  • No Hay Nada Mas
  • Rock N Roll
  • Revelations
  • Twilite Speedball
  • Pistola
  • Quiet Dog
  • Ghetto Rock
  • The Boogie Man Song
  • Close Edge
  • Pretty Dancer
  • Quiet Dog Bite Hard
  • Oh No
  • Zimzallabim
  • Freaky Black Greetings
  • History
  • The Rape Over
  • Life Is Real
  • War
  • Sex, Love & Money
  • Workers Comp.
  • Body Rock
  • Crime & Medicine
  • Blue Black Jack
  • Modern Marvel
  • Miss Fat Booty

Hello Children

Black Jack Johnson N.Y.C., R O C K I N G
Sun and the moon, earth, 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 niggaz
Sound man holla black come with it
Sping the record 'til the record done spinning
Up top is you getting up with it?
Dirty, dirty is you getting cronk with it?

Smokey smoke from coast to coast
Be carefull our first draw be that overdose
Who stay holding it from Brooklyn?
You know is Mos, ha
Jackpot I got to go for broke
'Cuz this the only way the Smith family know to go

Right here to my youngest one is older folks
I'ma put it 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

My ghetto nation get toe to toe
Will stay rocking steady steady 'cuz I told you so
And after y'all get it come what let it go some more
That Black Jack about something for sure, for sure
Say what?
For sure, for sure, ha
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, okay, so, shutup

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 claping

Black Jack Johnson N.Y.C., 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
Black Jack Johnson N.Y.C., R O C K I N G
Son and the moon, earth, 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
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