Lyrics:
Ah, (JJ), yo, yo, what's sup, man?
Yo, wake your ass up, man
Uh, why, man?
Come on, get back in the booth, bro
Alright, alright, take it easy, man
when he's not practicin' Jim Crow
Or actressing some nympho bimbo
He's playin' Ray J, the old tape
DOOM, well, what can I say like JJ in a gold cape
when he's not practicin' Jim Crow
Or actressing some nympho bimbo
He's playin' Ray J, the old tape
DOOM, well, what can I say like JJ in a gold cape
Many years ago in Brushcreek Georgia
Molly Marlo was a virgin girl
She lived a mile from a fool named Barney Dawson
Hell bent on getting inside
Rich gang, YSL 2 on deck
I swear to God I'mma ride and die for my niggas till I'm dead
Skeeted off in a Bentley, getting trailed by a drophead
Kaw-Liga was a wooden Indian
Standin' over by the door
Fell in love with a Chocktaw maid
Over in the Georgia store
Kaw-Liga, ooh
Standin'
Jimmy"I grew up in a little town in Georgia,
Columbus Georgia, to beprecise.
Actually, in the 'One Of Us' section,
we said one of usran away from
the tool)
I’m 99
I’m JJ Watts up in the fuckin’ stu
(I’m in that stu)
Niggas know 4 the truth
See me salute
Turnt up turnt up
Got that shit on (He got that
eat that ass like quiche, crack a smile like Shanice
Straight outta Jamaica, seen? Jamaica, Queens
But you could find me out in Georgia, or anywhere
head, you run your fingers thru
Flip you ‘round I grab yo’ hair, and I do what I came to do
Different angles hit in different spots, I know a thing or two
here trying to get by
[Chorus]
Just like to say man
We need to get back to goin' to grandma house
Lil' kids playin' football in the streets
From
What you think my gun bust ice one
Down in Georgia
Six hours from Florida
Niggas get slaughtered
Boy where I'm from
Problems gon' get solved
By
Rain rain rain
Whoa rainin', rainin'
Yea
My head
On your head too
On JJ head
Yea, i've got a hat on so it's not hitting my head
Should i take my hat
may look tonight,
You will see this wanted man
I might be in Colorado or Georgia by the sea,
Working for some man who may not know at all who I might
had any sense
She'd leave you miserable
You'll have all the facts by the end
The visual
This prick held a strap to my head
It's a miracle that man isn't
Mozart than most, my key lyrically
Is noted on a scale above the whole industry
It's Dax i got bars out in Georgia
Twenty-minute songs'll probably Illinois
you out my head
But my love is still not dead
How can I leave you in the past?
Looking back it all went by so fast
Used to be happy we had a blast
I
you in the house? (Yeah)
Sacramento in the house (I like that)
Atlanta, Georgia, are you in the house? (Come on)
West Coast, are you in the house?
Unemployment said I got no more checks
And they showed me to the hall
My brother died in Georgia some time ago
I got no one left to call
Summer wasn't bad
the night has gone by (by)
But still I find the time to put that bump off in your eye
Total chaos, for these playas, thought we was absent
We takin'
call the cops
Sweepin these niggas like where’s the mop?
Pull off the top, closer to God
Stash in the glove box
This will knock yo head off
You can call
Kaw-Liga was a wooden Indian
Standin' over by the door
Fell in love with a Chocktaw maid
Over in the Georgia store
Kaw-Liga, ooh
Standin' there,
Kaw-Liga was a wooden Indian
Standin' over by the door
Fell in love with a Chocktaw maid
Over in the Georgia store
Kaw-Liga, ooh
Standin'
Kaw-Liga was a wooden Indian
Standin' over by the door
Fell in love with a Chocktaw maid
Over in the Georgia store
Kaw-Liga, ooh
Standin'
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