Lyrics:
"Please pass the Backwood" (what?)
Trap boy Jack, I get the pack and run it back
What he say 'bout Guwop, stop the track, shit, run it back
Big bro was
Yeah
Big brother I throw it back
You don't know my contact
I don't need to shoot you
Let me prepare God come back
Holly medecine like Black Jack
Get
(Chorus: Scratched by DJ Unknown)
Tired of the mother fucking jackin
Boys that be jackin
Tired of the motherfucking jackin
Police, want to front;
I'd hear him sing
I've got to walk that lonesome valley
I've got to walk it by myself
Oh, nobody else can walk it for me
I got to walk it by myself
Hold on
I'ma need another ounce
Pour it all out, count it up, no doubt
Told a hoe pipe down why she act all mad now
Let her ass off, bounce back like
rollin', rollin', rollin'
Orange Cadillacs, rollin'
Blue Apple Jack's, rollin'
White Maybachs, rollin', rollin', rollin'
Mix that ex with orange juice
the truth, so help you God?
(SPM)
Yeah
First Verse:
I'll begin when I started gettin' violent, sir
Screwin' in my muthafuckin' silencer
I grabbed my 'stol,
I know you coasting mix emotions
How C-Notes keep flooding
Drop sauce by accident
Imagine what I'll do on purpose
I'll hit my mark if spark in dark
hear me cause most these dudes be bluffing Hoopin hollerin bout nothing mix that with a lot of cussin' then swear that they up to something disgusting
now im Back on my shit
I had to realize how friendship work
They dont exist
Loyalty hard to come by
It kills relationships
This is business never
(Back, front back, fr-front back, fr-front back, side to side)
[Mannie Fresh]
Ladies and gentlemen, fresh!
[T.I.]
T.I.P., hey!
I know a lot
the winner
Now, signorini, signori
We mix-a da lather
But first-a you gather
Around, signorini, signori
You looking a man
Who have had-a da glory
do sir?
The rack
In the back
After the fact
I'm hittin that
In that short skirt twerk twerk
She gon make it squirt squirt
Do it like we're ernie
Like DAYUM
I just want to smoke my shit
Couple blizzys to the face
N’ I don’t care about shit
Like damn
Roll out, with the windows down
Sunset
By
steady mobbin'
Have you ever seen such a sight in your life? (Steady mobbin')
Bustin' caps in the mix
Rather be judged by twelve than carried by six
steady mobbin'
Have you ever seen such a sight in your life? (Steady mobbin')
Bustin' caps in the mix
Rather be judged by twelve than carried by six
by myself ‘cause people never got your back
They unreliable, and you know that my talent’s undeniable
As a career, it’s viable, it can be justifiable
made for toys.
I wan´ em real thick an´ juicy.
So fin´ that juicy double.
Mix Alot´s in trouble,
Beggin´ for a piece o´ that bubble.
So I am lookin´
know the
Fucking half of what I've
Fucking been through!
Well, Sir Isaac Newton said the law of energy
Is, "Energy is not lost or destroyed
It is merely
(come on Jack)
I am on a new wave
Feeling so fly
Compliment my cut
I am on my way up sky
Money on my mind
Never satisfied
Take a look at my crib
I am
Pirate's life for me,
Where's the rum, where's the weed?
Black Pearl with speed,
Try to race me on the seas,
Wind in my back,
Only captain's Jack
a trash mouth
But your spine flaccid
Back talking, orange faced
My earbuds in, I’m relaxing
Name not jack, but call me jack-o-lantern
Imma scare the shit
bitches
I got the work in the pot, got the work in the pot
Do it so much my bitch call me Sir Mix-A-lot
Then I'm back on the block with my work in my sock
Said fuck a job ain’t getting paid by no rate (Yeah)
Apollo my vans but can’t even skate (No sir)
Ride with the semi so the car automatic (Automatic)
No
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