Lyrics:
hoppin' on my dick like a Jambo Jack
I'ma pay for her ass, I don't like it flat (no)
I invest in you, I'ma get the money back (yeah)
You know I got
are all singin' as they drag you by your feet
But the hangman isn't hangin' and they put you on the street
You go back, Jack, do it again, wheel
company bitch call me Jack Tripper
[Chorus]
[Snoop Dogg]
I'm back up in the VIP
In a cloud of smoke
Be poundin' surrounded by all my folks
Give me
You thought I was bummy
You thought I was broke
It's funny
Cause I'm the one laughing
Jackie legs be the pack
That's kangaroo Jack
It's jumping with
Gather your weight, take a deep look inside
Are you really who they idolize?
To pimp a butterfly
At first, I did love you
But now I just wanna fuck
it up, jack it up
That's what playboys do when they come up on somethin'
Nigga, ice it up, dress it up, bezel it up
That's what Cash Money do when
seven, rolling off the gate, I hit it twice
Black Eyed Peas, money baby, it’s gon be a good night
And when I said I love you I fuckin’ meant it
And we
it was the Mega bus with bundles
All the droopy-eyed junkies come through with they money crumpled
Make 'em get it straight, the fiend arm got more
The take one back
Every time I take two steps
When the world goes to sleep
We remain wide eyed
Moving thru the mist as
We travel by the twilight
Competition
Love is gonna sneak right up and snuff you from behind
So I want you to check the story out
As we go down the line
(Let us move on)
Money's
Dedication 3, Young Money, nigga (Barack O-Drama)
Dedication 3, Young Money, nigga (Gangster Grillz, you bastards)
Dedication 3, Young Money, nigga
are all singin' as they drag you by your feet
But the hangman isn't hangin' and they put you on the street
You go back, Jack, do it again, wheel
on
Notice
So heres fair warning
Dont you blow it
Blame it on the grind
Running outta time
Money on mind
And I'm focused
Light one for this four eyed
homeboy but
Ain't no love round here
There's crack down here
Nines and macks down here lil niggas will
Jack to be exact down here, phines down here
Niggas
you under my wing
Car expensive, jack a nigga
What they know? I head crack a nigga
Shots fired don't ask a nigga
Gangsta got killed by a rappin' nigga
of mine
But for me, he showed, wasn't no love in him
So I ain't hesistate ta put them fuckin' slugs in him
Jack who, Take what, from who, not me
Slip
love)
That's how it been coming lately, D (they come off the Yukatán, love)
Last 'bout three, four months
This shit been fucked up out here, man (yeah,
with automatic jack clause
Mack 10:
I get full of their shit and take flight on these niggas
`Bout to show these so-called
Wig-splitters
Ayy
You know its Lor Tri nigga yeah ayy
Blow on who lor nigga imma drift off
Slammin on the box like a young Nigga chris paul
1 2 3 Do the dash then
Can't, won't look back and press rewind
Because life ain't easy ask George and Weezy
Moving on up it was nice and breezy
Three's company with my man Jack
is who we is a 3-D, can he get back from where we enter
Lovely entertainment's what we enter
Feel the force, where we enter like Splinter
Black Eyed
I was riding this eighteen-wheeler before they painted lines
Never made much money 'cause I couldn't make no time
Used to be a running battle
a gang sign
Gotta glock 40 in my waist line
Just bought a new crib by the lake side
What is life like its love and I love my girl
Show up life a big spenda
me in the chest
3WayMota we been getting this money (Uh)
3WayMota we been getting this money (Yea)
3WayMota we been getting this money (Uh)
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