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The Jacka · Alpine · Alpine Stars



[Jacka]
You know these whodies be askin'
Uni Mack 10
Can I be your bitch [can I be your bitch]
Naw, you can be my ho
I put you on a track
And alpine meadows burn in the evening light
I remember the path to glory
And the way around the hill
I remember true love's eyes
Shining in the night

You're
a dream I had bricks like transporter
Change my life like Steph Curry in the fourth quarter
What if you drove by a playground and witness
Michael Jordan
the trig, there's nuff foes equipped
Real deal, of course, I pack steel, shits thick

I'm not dumb, to walk the streets, they kept us swinging by
A punk
mom, huh?
She copped the toys I would play with in my room by myself, why he by himself?
He got two older brothers, one hood, one good
An independent
mad as hell
Cruising down the highway fast not slow
Ninety miles an hour in my five point o
People waving at me cause they know who I am
Alpine
fry flaggin' hoes out the roof ?
Car down crush ? and fresh paint
Eight in the back you hear my Alpine crank
All of my n****s they had a truck load
stay put in the alpines
Ho ho Cocteau you get mixin' the moonshine
He'll teach you how to walk through mirrors

My my my you're petrified
My my my
you do it mom, huh?
She copped the toys I would play with in my room by myself, why he by himself?
He got two older brothers, one hood, one good
[chorus]
Fuck nigga that's enough said.
See a bitch is only good for a duck head.(quacka)
USD, Grade A pure jaw-jacka
Low self-esteem nigga can't out
thought, the fools kept steppin'
Jumped in the fo' hit the juice on my ride
I got front back and side to side
Then I let the Alpine play
Bumpin' new shit
thought, the fools kept steppin'
Jumped in the fo' hit the juice on my ride
I got front back and side to side
Then I let the Alpine play
Bumpin' new shit
again to get us by 

No one knows which way it's gonna go 
We just keep showing up 
Never asking why 
Not quite sure where we've been before 
We
over, I've got a job to do
And the world will be less crowded by the time I'm through
And I'll keep rolling while bullets slide
'cause all my shootin's
trunk exposed
Swishahouse baby that's my crew roll wit us or you'll get ran through
We loved by few and still true let me tell yall jus wat it do
drugs, Can't take this from
Him, He loved girls. Went from neighborhood
Jackas,To neighborhood stackas I-10 ridaz,to
I-10 traffickas. Imagine us in that
Firin' up fry flaggin' hoes out the roof
Car down crush bustin' fresh paint
Eight in the back you hear my Alpine crank
All of my niggas they had a truck
fry flaggin' hoes out the roof ?
Car down crush ? and fresh paint
Eight in the back you hear my Alpine crank
All of my niggas they had a truck load
First of all you gotta have nuts 

Don't give a fuck 

Nigga's duck when I bust 

'cause they know if I miss it ain't by much 

Thinkin short like
later

[Verse 1]
I left the kids at the crib, and the squad in the trap
Now I'm in the two-seater with my broad in my lap
The alpines beatin', but
suspension
Nardi to steer with
Alpine deck was glowin'
Bumpinn' Big Daddy
And the nigga was definitely flowin'
I was ridin' shotgun
Donald and Hen in back
Look
stereos
He said the spot was sleep, he cased the joint a week
3 a.m. on the dot, inside we creep
Got Alpines, Fishes, JVC's,
Motorola Phones, Sony Color
Till I caught him in my car trying to steal my Alpine
Chased him up the street to call a truce
The silly cluck head pulled out a deuce-deuce
Little
Till I caught him in my car trying to steal my Alpine
Chased him up the street to call a truce
The silly cluck head pulled out a deuce-deuce
Little
[Produced by DJ Muggs]
Yeah, word is bond
Das EFX in this yaknowhatI'msayin
Straight from the sewer, word is bond
We doing this with my nigga