Golden Gloves
[Hook: SciryL]
I watched Nino Brown bagging up the dope
Saw Jack Johnson jabbing from the ropes
Huh, I met a young lady bad enough to know
Don’t stop if you fast enough to go—she a knockout
Hmm, Jack Johnson jab, baby
Jack Johnson jab, she a knockout
Hmm, Jack Johnson jab, baby
Jack Johnson
[Verse 1: SciryL]
No bob or weave
Au naturel, fashion a smile, was classic
And such a fabulous child, grown woman with
A passion for style, caught the attention of half of the crowd
Lost off the entrance, she had bodyguards
More defensemen, awful henchmen that’ll off your head
Fall for the bread hits. Disrespect the walking
Death wish, you get what you ask for, brains on your
Dashboard. I asked for her number, she laughed, boy
Hmm, she passed with that ass going back-forth
Side-to-side like I asked for it
I don’t have enough cash for it. Huh, I’m young, black
And poor on the Sol-Trane for free, but let’s fast-forward
I’m in my room with the blueballs. All a sudden
I hear a knock at my room door. Her bodyguard
Telling me I got a date, arrive at eight
Have a shave, have a shower, and meet her at the Golden Gate
Young boy, don’t be late. That shit
There just restored my faith. I’m on the Sol-Trane
[Verse 2: !LLumiN@TE]
I saw Thomas Hearns jabbing at his jaw, but, in
The end, Hagler had him on the floor. Yeah
I saw Iron Mike practicing for war
Cus D’Amato, G, was asking him for more—don’t get knocked out
Yeah, Jack Johnson’s jab, baby
Jack Johnson’s jab, she’s a knockout
Yeah, Jack Johnson’s jab, baby
Jack Johnson’s jab, don’t get knocked out
Protect your neck, respect your jaw
Bartender said, “Nobody on the Sol-Trane’s respected more”
Connected Four, god, security team
Posterchild for maturity means I approached her with my
Guard up, dancing in a southpaw stance, I wanna
Hit below the garter, I gotta find the right lead
She got that Jack Johnson jab, so I might bleed
Light-speed speed-dating, gotta be patient
Match her energy, balance out the equation
She’s ain’t tryna find it, ask for it
Thinking, so my mind is on the next, my mind is on
The sex, I drifted off, contemplating body blows
Close clinches and Somalian karate hoes
She said, “You wanna go the distance with a Golden Glove?
Meet me at the Golden Gate if you know what’s up
Don’t be late, eight o’clock sharp like
An Iron Mike hook to the face when it goes dark
I heard you’ll see stars and hear Mozart
I heard it feels like Heaven and smells so raw
Open mind behind closed doors.” Lord
[Hook: SciryL]
I watched Nino Brown bagging up the dope
Saw Jack Johnson jabbing from the ropes
Huh, I met a young lady bad enough to know
Don’t stop if you fast enough to go—she a knockout
Hmm, Jack Johnson jab, baby
Jack Johnson jab, she a knockout
Hmm, Jack Johnson jab, baby
Jack Johnson