"Hit Da Road Jack" Lyrics

I remember when us blacks were on our backs

Across tracks where we live, now we packin' in Cadillacs

Or Pontiac if you know what I'm sayin'

Po' old nigg thinks it's a Caddy and now he's playin' mack daddy

But that's all right I blame it all on Jack

Who's Jack you ask me, you say, I say it every time

But the rhyme goes into your head down to your toes

And you missed me play it off like a diss, yo

Let's go and diss the wick wick wack, wiggedy whack in fact

I'm sayin' hit the road Jack for the hook

I'll play it by the book for the track, I'll bring it back

Look out, hit da road Jack

Hit da road Jack

Hit da road Jack

Hit da road Jack

Don't you come back, don't you come back

Don't you come back, don't you come back

Black is black and white is white

That's all right if you're right, that's all right, no need to fight, yo

Much respect if your nature's in check a little

If not expect me to cock a doodle do a riddle

Just actin' cracka proves to be a killer to me

Like I refuse to be a negro but we grow to be people, people

But our color had 'em playin' us out

Like we was Cinderella

But if you take it and break it down, full of noise

But Jack and his boys keep doin' what they wanna do

But hear me out Jack goes under color to kill one another

'Cause some blacks act devil too

And if you see him, you can tell by his act

Not his word but his deed and we bleed all because of that

Lifestyle of a dirty rat and if you act like that

Step back and hit da road Jack

Hit da road Jack

Hit da road Jack

Hit da road Jack

Don't you come back, don't you come back, don't you come back

Don't you come back, don't you come back, don't you come back

Don't you come back, don't you come back, don't you come back

Don't you come back, don't you come back

Not Jack the Ripper or the Jack of Spades, I'm not jackin' for beats

Let's get Jack the Raper, mothers cried while forefathers
died from the whip

And not a bit ever made the paper when I come they all run and hide

And they quit and yell loud, here he come wit' dat black s***

I'm through wit' Jack bein' the quarterback of the scene

He's played out like bell-bottom jeans, you know

I took a line from the Main Source for that

I know they feel the same, thank you, hit da road Jack

Hit da road Jack

Hit da road Jack

Hit da road Jack

Don't you come back, don't you come back

Don't you come back, don't you come back

Come back no more

Don't you come back, don't you come back

Don't you come back, don't you come back

Don't you come back, don't you come back

Come back no more, don't you come back