The Jackal by Ronny Jordan (and performed marvelously by Miss CJ Cregg)
Did I ever tell you about the man who changed my life? The one I thought, ohhh. Lord, when I saw him walkin' back in that bar, all tall and lean with them broad shoulders, sweeeet lips, I knew that I had died and gone to. . . Chocolate Heaven. . . He had a real deep voice, white pearly teeth, his shoe was always shiny. Long slender fingers manicured perfectly. The man wore 800-dollar Italian suit, straight from, I dunno, what would they call it, Milan or Rome or someplace like that? I knew it wasn't local. I said, I got to get next to that. I haven't seen him in a long time. The man was so fine, he could get any good girl into trouble. . . Can you guess what his name was?. . . Well. . . 'The Jackal'. . . 'The Jackal'. Say. 'The Jackal'. . .
He was fat back cat cool like a Friday afternoon martini, chillin' at a quarter after 5. Twist of lime, Coke on the side. The brother loved the high life. Had a Ph.D. in street stride. They called him 'The Jackal'.
He was big Mack daddy super black stylin' a diamonds in the back Cadillac. Fur-lined boards, white wall wheels, cruise control, built for speed, chrome on evray-thang. And stereophonic speakers, though he really didn't need them. When they called him. . . 'The Jackal'. Say. 'The Jackal'. . .
Fly boy was in the buttermilk, hard, livin' fast, livin' large, 6 foot 4 and not an ounce of fat! When women asked, 'is you a Cat?' He said 'I did more that that. I'm the firmest of the firm And in case you, hadn't known, they call me 'The Jackal'.
Served the 18-year bid First Reicker's Island then they hid him in the state penitentiary. Said the charge was Grand Larceny. That was 1975, and today, if he's still alive, he'd be living in the park. Hm. The brother whose claim to fame was that they called him 'The Jackal'. 'The Jackal'. . ."
The Jackal by Ronny Jordan (and performed marvelously by Miss CJ Cregg)
Did I ever tell you about the man who changed my life? The one I thought, ohhh. Lord, when I saw him walkin' back in that bar, all tall and lean with them broad shoulders, sweeeet lips, I knew that I had died and gone to. . . Chocolate Heaven. . . He had a real deep voice, white pearly teeth, his shoe was always shiny. Long slender fingers manicured perfectly. The man wore 800-dollar Italian suit, straight from, I dunno, what would they call it, Milan or Rome or someplace like that? I knew it wasn't local. I said, I got to get next to that. I haven't seen him in a long time. The man was so fine, he could get any good girl into trouble. . . Can you guess what his name was?. . . Well. . . 'The Jackal'. . . 'The Jackal'. Say. 'The Jackal'. . .
He was fat back cat cool like a Friday afternoon martini, chillin' at a quarter after 5. Twist of lime, Coke on the side. The brother loved the high life. Had a Ph.D. in street stride. They called him 'The Jackal'.
He was big Mack daddy super black stylin' a diamonds in the back Cadillac. Fur-lined boards, white wall wheels, cruise control, built for speed, chrome on evray-thang. And stereophonic speakers, though he really didn't need them. When they called him. . . 'The Jackal'. Say. 'The Jackal'. . .
Fly boy was in the buttermilk, hard, livin' fast, livin' large, 6 foot 4 and not an ounce of fat! When women asked, 'is you a Cat?' He said 'I did more that that. I'm the firmest of the firm And in case you, hadn't known, they call me 'The Jackal'.
Served the 18-year bid First Reicker's Island then they hid him in the state penitentiary. Said the charge was Grand Larceny. That was 1975, and today, if he's still alive, he'd be living in the park. Hm. The brother whose claim to fame was that they called him 'The Jackal'. 'The Jackal'. . ."
Overcast future and thd past riding on a dime No control ever will hold of my life But inside the darkest nights in the day So listen to the words of life that I heard my father say
Keep your head up to the sky don't be shy Trust in what you know is right and I'll provide-repeat
Can't find a job for money will rob or do I have to sling(don't mean a thing) Question fast who do I have to hate in order to be great But if love is the key what else to I need to be a success (I wanna be blessed) Believing in the one is how I've began to be great
Bridge You know in life we go through so much Will all get ther if we don't give up Live life you won't know tomorrow And you might lose all of your pain and sorrow