Lyrics:
Telephone call like
Blowing up your phone like
Knocking at your door like
Breaking down the door like
Hit you in the moonlight
I know you want me
driving a Trolley
Roll on da track like I’m driving a Trolley
These niggas rap but flow on a Track like dey drivin a jonny
If I get my foot in the door just
know how shit travel, word of mouth, have them kick-in boys all in my house
Knockin' down my glass door, tryin' to rip up my marble floor
But ain't
are justified by the means
When Jack's on the scene
Track the movement, don't lose it
Cause if he come through the back, he attacks
Crack, cocaine,
And 30 x in a stick if niggas thinking ima lic and he gon come in here and ima let me take mine
It’s on the flo by the door x3
Ain’t nuttin else for you
you'll still see me
I go forward, right by three, three, three
I'm Jamie, don't watch J-M-E
I do what I want, I'm free, free, free
Wiley's my bredrin, he's
Prince of the ghetto
Ny3 kwaami ny3 shaami
K3 moko lu3 ny3 tsaami
K3 noko hu3 ny3 kaami
Gamashi eba shiamli
Hol' it down for the Ga tribe aka kpata ny3
tracks
He grabbed her by the hair, she broke his jaw it cracked
More cops arrived, they both bloodied down by the five
Wildest niggas just smilin'
the pen
It’s like hallucinogens
Spewing in, to ya with
Newly sent data!
Oh by the way
This only two percent power!
on a tiny Stradivarius
But now it's the future! And we're much more efficient
Ran it through the computer, and to the data we listened
It said in order
a reason that it's in the big 3
Along with your wallet and your keys, things you check for when you leave
Got you patting down your pockets like a TSA agent
Gu-Gu-Gun him down with the drummer sounds
Hear the ch-ch-chopper sing in falsetto (GRRR!)
Nigga runnin' round with the Gunners round
Might've thought
On the banks of the river by the railroad track
And we kept chickens in a pen in the back and everybody said we was po' folks
My daddy was a farmer but all he
Twins (repeat 3x)]
Fuck that one
I got my Nina gun pistol!
Down on they brain
[Verse 2: D-Roc]
I make you want to pop that thing girl when the bass
Twins (repeat 3x)]
Fuck that one
I got my Nina gun pistol!
Down on they brain
[Verse 2: D-Roc]
I make you want to pop that thing girl when the bass
world
The house band held it down for three days
Every sunset is a different hue and the dusty blue
Reminiscent of the one on Mars
But on this planet
the dough
All you got is three niggas kicking at your door, ha ha
Here come the paramedics, here come the paramedics
It goes one for the ghetto, two
a clear data set, I'll know what to do next time
I will peer down down down down through the ground
Scanning forest canopies, evidence to be found
They're
Prada, count up nigga
1,2,3,4,5
All my bloods, they survive
And I'm a Samurai for the calls
I might be bad like a boss
I might end up down with my click
noise; I need four alarm
Three A.M. on the lawn with two kids and one slipper on
Blaze now, your days phase out like old sitcoms
Tryin to save the show by
that was back then, now look where we at
Straight to VIP, my niggaz, man we deep
You gonna go by 2 or 3
Before you get to me
The bitch, and she a G
Yo, why can't I ignore The things I've never seen but known as happened before
My mind's trapped in a lore but I'm always asking for more
Three
marching down to the ground
To get out of the rain, boom! Boom! Boom!
The ants go marching three by three, hurrah, hurrah
The ants go marching three by
I'm saying, the vet, not the pet
Dig this here man
Like my nigga Cashball, you know what I'm saying, me and DeAnte say
Man, it's "stacks, tracks
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