Lyrics:
[Da Franchise]
Uh, {chuckles}
Ey yo Chris Man, what you think these niggaz was thinking man?
Fuck why'all niggaz thinking, man? Ain't no
make it, neither did Stan
now it's three niggaz, splitin' four hundred grand (aight)
we all for the lost,but
enjoy the profit,
the game is the same,
jacks up the ass, whoa
Smoke be the jack town mack
In a caddy, six fuckin' fifteen, hittin' hard than a nigga's daddy
And all you hoes gettin' dick, in
to turn heads
When I ride by
I'm a ryder
I'm so fly
My dogs ride by
Them haters want to cry
I'm a ryder
I'm bout mine
I hustle to the sun come up
spittin' what I spit when the day is over
Tryin' to be me in the mirror, sayin' it over
Yeah, he's all right, but you not real
I'm a dog, s*** I eat
On the eastside we all blood, we all family, never divide
Keep a knees high in my Levis, now, don't fuck up my design
Yeah, I am big dog, big dog, barkin' at you
I'm a big dog
I like you and your best friend
Don't be calling on my phone while I'm texting
If I call you by your name, that's a blessing
Pop out,
say
And all the people say
And ya say Jack City
And ya say Jack City
And ya say what
Chizzle
Which Way Is Up
they fell for me
One by one I'd curve 'em all
Schumacher swerve 'em all
Smack that ass like a damn beach ball
Cowgirl riding me like yeehaw
I feel like
ain't gotta talk we ain't cool this a stick up
Making all moves with out me you wouldn't be none
Ima big dog and my bite real vicious
My dawg from cross
me You will not never forget about me
I got zippers on my jeans, on my shoes And on my jacket, by the way
These jeans are equipped with a highly daily
the duffle bag (In the duffle bag)
I just had Lizzy on the phone (On the phone)
Calm down, Trill3r's on the way (On the way)
My girl said, you got 6 phones (6
I didn't ask for it, but someone does all of the heavy lifting
Innocent souls stuck in another dreamer's vision
Can I dream into a new world, but
was living on the periphery as a twenty-three-year-old
Wrapped up in doing what I wanted and it was music and painting on newsprint
And eating all
was living on the periphery as a twenty-three-year-old
Wrapped up in doing what I wanted and it was music and painting on newsprint
And eating all
as the strap or the Miller
Y'all play with caps don't even got yourself a gat to conceal or even a bat you miss the Jack I'm swinging back like gorillas
It's
ole nigga and your tires need air
Gotta understand man they need you to care Throwing all the Bens and the Jacks in the air
I need that money, cars
Y'all be driving way too slow
Y'all be driving like shit, yeah
Y'all eat shit, yeah
And y'all eat dogs, too, hmm, yeah
I got a dogtooh
Jenna Ortega, I
caught make no sounds
You riding my wave, 3 eyed goggles or drown
God pitched the message from off of da mound
Listen up an endure the sounds
Sounds
Chester followed me, and he caught me in the fog
He said, "I will fix your rags, if you'll take Jack, my dog."
I said, "Wait a minute, Chester, you know
you'll take Jack, my dog"
I said: "Wait a minute, Chester
You know I'm a peaceful man"
He said: "That's okay, boy
Won't you feed him when you can"
Take
further,
Heading my way
Three days in April,
Three years ago
One black eyed stranger
I learned to know
Made all my plans stop
Shook me off track
Ten days
never eat all of the liver and
Onions i only eat paper illiterate
Bitch you'd best get with it
With my limerick
'Cause I'm making this record
Jack: Off lately, I've been hearing voices again
Djinn: Jack, don't you wanna stab his eyeball with a pen
I think I am losing grip on the pet demon
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