Heir To The Throne Volume 1

by Jack Splash

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This is the first installment of the Jack Splash mix tape series leading up to the March 2010 release of his debut album, "Technology and Love Might Save Us All ..."

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released November 1, 2009

All song written, produced and arranged by Jack Splash from Plantlife.

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Track Name: Charlie Wilson (The Intro)
When I grow up, I wanna be Charlie Wilson
Right now I want me some Keri Hilson
I used to want to be Tupac like Weezy
Fuck it I’ma just be me that’s so easy
Magazines keep talking bout Plantlife
But that was a past life
Folks don’t act right
Let’s just say I had hands in my cookies
Let’s just say that I was dealing with rookies
Left LA with my heart and my hoodie
And that’s when I linked up with Cee-Lo Goodie
Yeah, one song turned into a group
And next thing you know we like Dre and Snoop
KP was Cee-lo’s old brethren
So that’s how I did that joint with John Legend
I guess folks heard Jack was ether
Around that time is when Prince met Rashida
She was like the Vanity of my crew
So it only made sense that Prince saw that too
I think we both got weak in the knees
Now I’m the studio with Alicia Keys
And I’m trying to figure how it went down so quick
That’s when I got that phone call from Q-Tip
…I remember we were talkin bout Dilla
And I remember feeling like Mike in Thriller
He said that I was part of that
Damn, Tip started that
That’s when I realize I had to work harder at
Making mo’ love music
The world needs it
Put it in the lyric even if nobody reads it
So think about it
Every song that I made
Was all about love
And I was still getting paid
Back in Miami, smoking bowls
When Big E got that call
From Matthew Knowles
He said…baby girl was doing a new project
I always thought baby girl was a fly chick
I could’ve fallen in love but maybe next life
I had a girl friend then my future ex-wife
Not really but kinda-sort-of
I was so submarine I was underwater
Most folk couldn’t see what your boy was on
So I made it mo’ better with Raheem DeVaughn
Had all of this popping in under a year
So imagine me working with Britney Spears
It was supposed to be LA, we did Vegas instead
And the very next day she shaved her head
Damn…Luke said don’t even trip
We got the studio locked down, beats to knock down
Like a dream I could see it getting clearer
In the Bahamas with Shakira?
Aw hell, just shoot me now
Cause it don’t get better than it feel right now
Went to the beach alone and did yoga
Had visions of Bill Gates and Oprah
I wasn’t even doing drugs
I just wanted to save the world with Technology and Love
So bold at ten years old
I was a broken robot with a heart of gold
So you know that I cried for Obama
Yup…Don’t blame me, you can blame my momma
I used to think about John Lennon and Yoko
Watching cartoons and sipping on some cocoa
All I ever wanted was to do what I do now
All of those years but I never quite knew how
So don’t believe what you read on Perez Hilton
Cause when I grow up, I want to be Charlie Wilson
Track Name: Baatin (Missin U ...)
Before Kid Cudi and Kanye West
I was rolling with Slum Village with an S on my chest
Way before all the hype the money or the critics
I had Baatin and Dilla in the back of my Civic
Way before I worked with Jamie Foxx
Dilla made an ill snare out of a raisin box
And he was telling Tre and
We was in LA and
Maybe ya’ll might never understand what I’m saying
I gave 3 my MPC
So you’ll never see me on MTV
Acting like I don’t know where I came from
I ain’t changed none
Now where you think I got my game from
Detroit players are oh so fresh
I was up on 8 Mile with Timotheus
At a couple strip clubs with no valet
And Dilla used to call that the Ghetto Ballet
Memories like photographs
I can’t tell the whole story
You don’t know the half
Just bits and pieces
Little clips and teasers
I’m gone save the whole story for my master thesis
But I cried like a child when I got the news
They were twittering and shit but it could not be true
Then I looked outside and I saw the weather
And it was shining so bright cause he’ll live forever
When I lost my hope and I could not do it
It was you Baatin that got me through it
And you told me if I fight for love they gone fight this
Tear drops on the paper as I write this
And I’m on an airplane in the sky
And I know you right next to me
I thought I’d say hi
Cause when I asked you what I was to do
You just smiled and you told me I should like you
So you never even knew I was making a movie for you
When they thought you were crazy I still adored you
It aint over, it aint done yet
You were the only real superhero that I ever met
So I’m getting a tattoo to remind me daily
That if love’s insane they could call me crazy
You in heaven doing lotus poses
You were like Moses,
You thought we didn’t notice?
Aw man Q-tip gave the baton to you
Never be the same but we’ll carry it on for you
Stand up stay strong for you
Sing a lil song for you
Pour out some liquor and light up a bong for you
I swear to God you were the robot with a heart of gold
Don’t worry Baatin, this is just the first episode
And it was fun while it lasted
So I hope you back with Dilla making something fantastic
Track Name: U Don't Know What You're Missin (Featuring T-Pain)
Baby you know that I do and I know you don’t
You Don’t Know What You’re Missin
You know I will and I know you won’t
You Don’t Know What You’re Missin
C’mon and let’s do this now
You Don’t Know What You’re Missin

Bring the horns in

Girl you were on the beach looking oh wow
I wish I knew then what I know now
Your body was fine I had to watch that
Cause I was on your jock like a jock strap
So we exchanged numbers and thangs
I was thinking bout a couple of thangs
Last on my list was being your buddy
First on my list was getting some cuddy
I’m just playing we don’t gotta go so fast
But you better cover up some of yo ass
Otherwise I won’t act right
You got my balls turning blue like a black light
You thought it was funny you was a cutie
So I took you to dinner and a movie
And we were just having a ball
Til your gold digging ass just ruined it all

Baby You know that I do and I know you don’t
You Don’t Know What You’re Missin
You know I will and I know you won’t
You Don’t Know What You’re Missin
C’mon and let’s do this nows
You Don’t Know What You’re Missin
Cause we were just having a ball
Till your gold digging ass just ruined it all

You don’t know what you’re missing at all

So now I’m trying to pay this check
And I’m thinking in my head
That I hate this chick
The conversation moved oh so fast
When she told me that she only liked men with cash
And her favorite past time was shopping
I’m thinking, this the last time we talking
But I let her go on and keep babbling
She kept talking bout how she loves traveling
Italy, France and Spain
And that’s about the time that I forgot her name
I think she said something bout Gucci
I was thinking damn she had a fat booty
What a waste of a pretty ass face
Fat ass and a tiny lil waist
Cause we were just having a ball
Till her gold digging ass had to ruin it all

Baby You know that I do and I know you don’t
You Don’t Know What You’re Missin
You know I will and I know you won’t
You Don’t Know What You’re Missin
C’mon and let’s do this nows
You Don’t Know What You’re Missin
Cause we were just having a ball
Till your gold digging ass had to ruin it all

You don’t know what you’re missing at all

That’s the groove, check it out girl
See the twist is
You could’ve had all my business
Could’ve been my misses not my mistress
Could’ve had all the clothes and the riches
That’s why I never understood dumb bitches
Gold diggers are usually the broke ones
So fine and so fun with no funds
You want to change your life in reality
…change your personality
Cause baby you could’ve had whatever you liked
If you loved me
But all you gonna get is my dick now
If you’re lucky…

I’m jus playin……no I’m not

Baby You know that I do and I know you don’t
You Don’t Know What You’re Missin
You know I will and I know you won’t
You Don’t Know What You’re Missin
C’mon and let’s do this nows
You Don’t Know What You’re Missin
Cuse we were just having a ball
Til your gold digging ass had to ruin it all

You don’t know what you’re missing at all
Track Name: Little Richard (The Beef)
They said I sound like who?
That’s funny
Go Check the mutha fucking resume dummy
If it sounds funky and it’s electro
And it ain’t Plantlife, and it ain’t Metro
Then you know somebody done bit your boy
Like Chips Ahoy
You a bitch, a toy
And I’m the Wild Style, style OG burner
Rick James bitch with a name switch
From now on ya’ll can call me the defector
Otherwise yall can call me Young Spector
That’s some shit that Q-tip told me
So how you think a musical genre can hold me
You’re playing yourself you’re masturbating
Jack off take the mask off you’re faking
That’s why they don’t give a fuck when you talk
I’m Mike Jackson doing the moonwalk
You aint corny?
Then why I shit you out
Bubble gum with no flavor
Spit you out
Bitches be like Jack you so funky
Dudes be like Jack you a fool, you monkey
Yeah, I’m so chimpanzee
I was on what you on in 2003
So how you gone act like you on that new shit
From my city blew up and ain’t do shit
I’m a pimp, I’m a LA soldier
When I blow up, I’ll be like Mick Shinoda
Holler back at my folks
And put my El Camino on a hundred spokes
Boy this ain’t beef, I squashed your beef out
When them boys in the hood were ready to knock your teeth out
So Bambaata, I was oh so Zulu
When them streets got funky cause you stepped in doo-doo
And it’s obvious that I could give a fuck about the fame
Cause if I did I would’ve already done said your name
But you know who you are and it is what it is
Don’t quote me boy cause I aint said shit
Jack Splash the ill mixture
And I started all this muthafucka like Lil Richard
Track Name: In The Future (Featuring Kelis)
In the future…I won’t love u
And in the future…I won’t need u

Hey baby, what’s your zodiac? (Gemini)
Let me show u where your spot is at
I don’t need to know your history
I prefer u stay a mystery
I don’t need to know your telephone
I won’t even ask to drive u home
She started talking bout her man
But I ain’t trippin…cuz he’s not here right now

In the future…I won’t love u
And in the future…I won’t need u
But I need u right now, I need u right now I want u
I need u right now-now-now
I need u right now, I need u right now I want u
I need u right now, n-n-n-n-now

Kelis Verse 2
I don’t believe in astrology (I never did)
Plus u never met a chick like me
Tyrone, Bill and James is all the same to me
Girls just wanna have some fun (ow, yeah)
I don’t need another boyfriend/sidekick
What I could use is another smoothe drink
Come-come here boy (right now?)
And dance with me
Come dance with me

In the future…I won’t love u
And in the future…I won’t need u
But I need u right now, I need u right now I want u
I need u right now-now-now
I need u right now, I need u right now I want u
I need u right now, n-n-n-n-now

Let’s go find us a place to hide
VIP or we can step outside
I don’t care about the cameras
Let them catch us bein’ scandalous
I don’t need to know your myspace/facebook
All u need to know is I taste so good
Kelis:
Come-come here boy (right now?)
And dance with me
Come dance with me

In the future…I won’t love u
And in the future…I won’t need u
But I need u right now, I need u right now I want u
I need u right now-now-now
I need u right now, I need u right now I want u
I need u right now, n-n-n-n-now
Track Name: Sly Stone (The Throne)
Where the funk at?
I’m gone hit you with the old shit

If yall aint trying to be exactly what I’m on
Then this tat on my left arm ain’t Sly Stone
If I ain’t ahead of my time and so FRESH
Obama ain’t president and Hillary is
Ill as he is, but still he the best kept secret
These multi-platinum producers done peeped it
And now they trying to walk on the moon
And make tunes that sound a lil suspect if I’m in the room
But I guess it’s a FAMILY AFFAIR
So yall can DANCE TO THE MUSIC
And then try to reuse it
And sample my shit like the break from STAND
And see me in the streets and try to shake my hand
I guess that’s the new way of sampling
But they could never fill these shoes I’m standing in
I’m like Run D.M.C.’s Cazelle’s
So THANKUFALETTINMEBEMICELF
And ya’ll can wear skinny ass pants and my glove
But ya’ll can’t never copycat all my love
And truthfully those skinny jeans don’t match you
It just makes dudes like Jadakiss want to slap you
So I might go ahead and whip out my Girbauds
And set a new trend for u trendy ass ho’s
Cause copycat suckaz need something to follow
And these fake mutha fuckers need something to swallow
Deez nuts
Word to Snoopy
Cause I was pimping hoes in my ’98 hooptie
While yall was still trying to be Pacino and DeNiro
I was making dinero being a little weirdo
Three finger ring down on Slauson
Earl Scheib Volkswagon, bitch we bossin’
MCM from head to toe
And Fila on the feet just in case you didn’t know
So when you on my dick now like you was then
Ask me how I feel about it, it just depends
And yall can keep trying to clone my tone
I’m heir to the throne mutha fucker Sly Stone
Track Name: Like A Ringtone (Featuring R. Kelly & T-Pain)
Baby, I just wanna get with u
In the most familiar way
I don’t wanna cause a spectacle
I just had to stop and say

First time I saw u
I played with u
Now you’re my favorite song
I like how you go
I fell in luv with your energy
Now you’re all I know

You’re like a Ringtone, Ringtone
Stuck in my head…
Just like a, like a Ringtone, Ringtone, Ringtone
Stuck in my head, my head…

U could never get repetitive
I’ll, I’ll, repeat, repeat, repeat myself, self, self
U know my passion can’t be edited
I guess I’m callin out for help, help, help, help…

First time I saw u
I played with u
Now you’re my favorite song
I like how you go
I fell in luv with your energy
Now you’re all I know

You’re like a Ringtone, Ringtone
Stuck in my head…
Just like a, like a Ringtone, Ringtone, Ringtone
Stuck in my head, my head…

T-Pain’s Rap:
Super electronica
Like a hit of the hydroponic bud
Uh, what is up?
Shawty in the kitchen got me cutting up
Everytime I hear the ringtone song
It’s prone to make me wanna go cut a rug
And every time I see my shawty
I just wanna give her everything but a hug
But u told me not to fuck with her
Ever since I asked u “what’s up with her?”
Damn, I like to get me drunk
Like a bunch of Nouveau in a sip it cup
Somebody fix me up
I done fell in love, come and get me up
What’s up my name Teddy Pain
No game, I got pick up lines can u pick them up?

First time I saw u
I played with u
Now you’re my favorite song
I like how you go
I fell in luv with your energy
Now you’re all I know

You’re like a Ringtone, Ringtone
Stuck in my head…
Just like a, like a Ringtone, Ringtone, Ringtone
Stuck in my head, my head…
Track Name: James Brown (2 Cute 4 Jail)
Check it out
I’m gone tell you how it is trick
Jack Splash
Give a fuck about the business
I would rap for free
I would rap for food
This rap shit puts me in a good mood
You could make money off it
I’m already rich bitch
Dave Chappelle in the grey Chanel
Miami-Dade tried to lock your boy in jail
Too cute for jail, Michelle pay the bail
Call my manager tell him I’m in a cell
Don’t they know about Jack Splash record sales?
Back on the streets and I’m still a problem
Right in the middle of these goons and goblins
Along come a cool mutha fucker like Jackie
So LA bitch, I’m so khaki
I could give a fuck about a bullshit critic
Beats are like pussy if it’s good I’m in it
And I’m not going to say that I’m the best alive
Cause I got a million dollars and I’m signed to Jive
And I’m not going to claim I’m the best in the game
Save that for Rakim and Big Daddy Kane
But after all the O.G.’s, I’m the best
Ahhh that feels good to get that shit off my chest
…James Brown
Track Name: My Dreamgirl (Part 1)
She got big brown eyes that could change convictions
And sweet red lips that could kiss the world
I waited six months just so I could taste ‘em
I’d wait another six if she would be my girl

She must be my dream girl
My dream girl (uh oh)
She must be my dream girl
My dream girl (uh oh)
She must be mine

Do you believe in love at first sight angel?
I think I might have gotten her a little confused
I bought a fortune cookie just to make my mind up
Guess what?
Fatefully it said that I could not lose

She must be my dream girl
My dream girl (uh oh)
She must be my dream girl
My dream girl (uh oh)

Hummingbird if u were mine
I”d never let you cry
Girls like u were meant to fly
My dream girl
And when you told me bout your dad
The things you never had
I could give you all of that
My dream girl
In my dreams it never fails
Just like a fairy tale
We don’t need no wedding veil
My dream girl
I’m ok to take it slow
Just had to let you know
I don’t want to let you go…

She must be my dreamgirl
My dreamgirl (uh oh)
She must be my dreamgirl
My dreamgirl (uh oh)
She must be mine
Dream time…
Track Name: Luv Slut
She don’t care about my ways
As long as I come home
And she don’t see my face for days
She always sleeps alone
Not like she don’t want me bad
Her body tells me so
She says I’m the best she had
And there’s one thing I know

The girl is just a
Luv Slut
Cause she would do anything for love
The girl is just a Luv Slut, slut, slut
Cause she would do anything for love
Love, love, love
Slut

You just got to understand
She ain’t no type of ho
She just want to keep her man
I mean this girl’s a pro
Even when I’m at the club
She finds a girl for us
She’s the only one I love
The only one I trust

The girl is just a
Luv Slut
Cause she would do anything for love
The girl is just a Luv Slut, slut, slut
Cause she would do anything for love
Love, love, love
Slut
Track Name: Rick James (Nasty With The Bass)
Let me hear the bassline…

Glitter on my face
Nasty with the bass
Keep my girls locked up wearing lace
Don’t cuff them girls
Don’t chain em up
Just love them girls
Rick James em up
Jack Splash is giving out cash
I’m the real Santa Claus and the ho’s know that
Ho-ho, ho-ho
Ho-ho, ho-ho
I never make it rain though
That aint me
But I’m very generous
In the V.I.P.
Only if the girl generous with me
I’m Rick James
You could be my Teena Marie
So we could be Fire & Ice and fuck twice
Light up some Mary Jane and get nice
Give it to me, give it to me
Girl, just shake it for me
Wiggle for me, girl now
You aint the kind to bring home to mother
But you the perfect kind just to be my lover
We could make pet sounds undercover
Or we could fire it up and light another
You da fucking best
Best I ever had and then
I went and fucked your best friend
Now you the second best I ever messed with
Jack Splash plus 10 on the guest list
Fuck Fountain Blue
I aint tripping, it’s cool
Won’t let my boy in, he look like Pitbull
Yeah, that’s what the bouncer said
I almost saw red and slapped his head (bitch)
Your club can’t hold us
I’m gone go get some chicken strips at Goldrush
South Beach is too sidity
Th-th-th-this Miami, it’s a big ass city
I don’t kiss no ass or do tap dance
I’m gone get some wings and a lap dance
Yeah, now that’s much, much better
Thick girls dancing to David Guetta
I been ill before ya’ll said so
Like Rick James, before the Chappelle Show
So I’m gone do me and just call your bluff
Keep giving ya’ll nasty, gushy stuff
You ever seen Rick in Germany rocking?
You think I give a fuck when these haters talking?
You ever seen Rick behind the Temptations?
You think I give a fuck when these haters hating?
I’m in a plane with Smoky Robinson
Calling my baby, that’s what’s happening
Backstage with a bottle of whiskey
Send the promoter to come and get me
Drunk like I am, but fly as shit though
Controversy you can ask Miss Info
Just ask my kinfolk
Might be sober, but I’m on that shit though
The Ruler’s back like Slick Rick bitches
Put it in your mouth like black licorices
So just give it up, that’s why you came
And remember one thing for my man Rick James

U and I…were meant to be
So chemical…it’s ecstacy
U and I…or U and Her
Or Me and She
Come freak with me
U and I
U and I…or U and Her
Or Me and She
Come freak with me
Track Name: Tangerine
As long as you keep being sweet to me (who me?)
I’m going to lick you girl from head to toe
Under it all you’re just a freak like me (that’s true)
I’m going to teach you what you need to know
Girl, your love is so sweet
Taste just like a tangerine
When I peel you open
Juicy like a tangerine
Tangerine
Like a tangerine
Like, like a tangerine
Like a tangerine
Like, like a tangerine
Track Name: Lauryn Hill (Ain't Crazy)
They said what happened to rap?
Playa it grew wings
New style, auto-tune, some of sing
Same thing, Stevie Wonder with the Clavinet
Herbie Hancock bitch, we be rockin it!
U think Hendrix was scared to experiment?
U think Zulu Nation wasn’t heaven sent?
U think all this rap shit was an accident?
Fuck that, I’m gone take it back, they attackin it
That’s why I neva turn my back
And I’d neva back down man I’d neva do that
I’d rather die for sumthin that I believe like Pac did
And change the game like Barack did
Ya’ll are too old and too lame
And too out of touch to understand T-Pain
And ya’ll are too mad and too broke
And too uptight to understand them Southern folk
That’s whay I fucks with Soldier Boy
Stop hatin, stop debatin
A little mo hustle, a little less talking
Might put some money in ya pocket
And we can all get along like a gang truce and hang loose
Stop spittin that game dude and change youth
Lauryn Hill ain’t crazy
So wehen I stop makin records ya’ll can go ahead and hate me…