Lyrics:
Yeah
(To da break of dawn)
All my sex involved
As we get funky
Rhymes so bizarre
Everybody knows
When it come to a situation like this
the window cracked
The jakes thought it was the
Crack in the 'Lac, he had the sister crack
Was on my D and let the sisters pass
Was on my G
The Capri 83s with
lobotomy reigns/rains, rapids
That trap gets full, by J and El evasion tactics
Our equations infinite, punks distortin random access
Havin half
beat like Chik- fil-A
My nigga bring another plate
The album is coming just wait on it
Jus like yo main, while she lay on it
I got a name so don't play
Word? Nah, in truth I've just been in my house (Shit)
Spending most my time here, sitting round, chilling out
Stressing on the album, I just want to get
Flying in the night
On this magic little carpet
Call me Johnny ringo Starr
You're daisy if you do
Make Doc take a holiday
Hear me spit and get the flu
knees, like
"Please, Lord! Jesus!"
On this team I'm Dr. J
Wit Scott Phree, Khalib, and HOLIDAY!
Wild Cowboy
New spaghetti Western wit Phree
And vodka
to the tenement
It's LL Cool J nigga, everything I do is excellent
And I got to represent, Q-Boro, the thorough
Ya know what I mean? We get down, we get down
[Usher]
It's gon' be along night (drop)
Your-sher baby! (Oh oh) (yeah)
Yeah man! (Oh oh)
This is a J-Lac track man!
(Oh oh)
(Oh oh)
Locke
Bro, I just wanna get rich, making the money like Mitch
And now my head stay high cause I know my granny is proud of J.I.T
Honor roll, it took 12
I made sure to change from my pajamas to real clothing and report to my keyboard in my living room by 5:00 PM every day, I had to write at least one
get all the comments and shit but my music is not defined by your standards
You should write your songs like this, structure it like that
Need a catchy
rejoindre l'espace
Six six Road Alien sur la map
Premier contact touche ma main
Regarde-moi et dis-moi ce que tu vois
J'écoute Casper (By Take off) oh c'est
On the real I keep it real under the moon and the sun
It's in my DNA and blood live by the money and gun
Study Art Of War so every single battle is
thought they can get my cool
Back to my days as a youngster
Smoking weed with my G's, gotta wonder
In the 'lac with the crack, with my OG's in the back
to her holidays in dubai and oman
But oh man it wasn't real i get out of bed my first reflex is to roll a blunt
Yeah I'm sorry baby when you come at home
and a hearse
I got BIG TABLE and a lot of collab albums to birth
Right in the midst of the quarantine grind
It's kind of weird but I miss my commute
Morning ride
J
I was told that my music wasn't safe enough for work,
So here's my response, acceptin' the word like Matt Turk,
I know I ain't gon' curse but I
production's tight
Sometimes I might catch a severe case of writer's block
But by the end of the day you'll be on my jock
My name's malik my hobby's putting
the hood
So meet me by the menorah lets get drunk [x2]
J J J Just a little story about last Christmas
About some bad kids who were full of wishes
We gave
you how we gonna go through cos everywhere we go to
My people are wise we gonna take you by surprise because we switching up the lines
I got something
try to tell them, "We're all in this together!"
My album was raw because no-one would ever
Think like I think and do what I do
I stole the show,
Networking, meanwhile my stomach turning
Wanted to be a part of it
Cater it to my audience j cole runnin' late
If he don't show up
Think I can take his place
It's gon be a long night
Drop Usher baby, oh yeah
Yeah man, oh
This is a J-Lac track man
Oh, oh, oh
Oh girl, you know how to find me when you need
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