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Artists:

The Jacka · Phonecall


Albums:

The Jacka (The Jacka)


Do a little rope trick
Move around the mildew
When you stopped to make a phonecall
In the glitter of a landmark
She said something about a blood
invitation for tea time
'Twas given by somebody I can't recall 

It's the middle of the riddle, it's not very serious 
It's nothing but a big surprise
[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
this time tomorrow I'll be over you
By this time tomorrow there'll be nothing left to loose
And it breaks my heart

One more phone-call just to let
Look at your mother, teardrops
She just received a phone-call from the cops
"Your son will do life, 'cause he wigged a man's wife
Shot her with a gun
as weeks went by
She'd slide by tryin' to hide the black eyes
Lookin' right though, I might go for her seduction
Dangerous curves, I must avoid bein' sucked
was all too easy"

She only wanted a ticket to rock and roll heaven
By the time that he woke up she was halfway home again
With the stolen guitar,
the hotel and the bathshow
it's 5:13 by the clock on the wall
mothafuckez move so I can make a phonecall
shit is getting late and the time is 29
that why so
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
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
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
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
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
strapped


For protection in ya section, I be flexin' a slug and brain connection

Young niggaz stay strapped
For the robbas, and the jackas, and the sneak
And I knock on virgin hoe
So and if ya dick fit
'cause it's dank and drink
Ya got me thinkin by the quick lick
I'm big wit the .44
This ain't an indo
Got
a stone crack dealer
Surrounded by monsters like mike jack thriller
Ride around strapped 'cause I might jack niggas
Smokin purple like a motha fucking nut
powder, puff ya dro, come wit it
Jackas and the police at yo do, come wit it
Come to my dough, I come wit it, the gun split it, you gone get it
And if you
to it
PARTY sent my jackas to it
Drama bring the Mac into it
And this scope will get your mouth washed when I attach it to it
Gold on my neck, I make
now you in a cell tryin' to post bail by mornin'

CHORUS:
[Starang]:Now in the back of my mind, yo I really do hope
[Tek]:that motherfuckers out here
a bitch is only good for a duck head.(quacka)
USD, Grade A pure jaw-jacka
Low self-esteem nigga can't out mack her
Bring her to the world of a low down
like the rucker
Skip to my Lou if you lookin' for a couple, roosters in the duffle

Keep the hood screaming ?CaCa doodle doo fuckers?
Coke by the ton,
wasn't for you

I miss my fuckin' homeboys
I wish, I could bring em' back
Big Benz with the slap, in the back, by the pack
And if you can't move them,
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