Lyrics:
gotta hit the road
Bottles full of Jack from Jill back in the Mo
Canceled all my shows yeah the curtain finally closed
Curtains closing slowly
Tryna keep
bout to get gutter hit the road like we truckers
They try ta duck us cause they know we coming and I'm seethin
Before I lost the Colt killed
intoxicated for me to take the high road
Since the Whiskey came, I done lost my way
Lost myself in a drink
I got wasted 'cause I didn't wanna deal with myself
ain't fucking this
You a hoe then
Jack hit my jack for a fucking zip
I told em meet on the strip
Everything for sale
Boy This shit here gotta go
Play
hit the road with your fucked up weave.......
(Ice Cube)
How would you like to get a nigga rugged and raw
Outlaw rollin' down the shaw
Don't you want
(Hokatiwi)
Oh, you iced up? Take yo trophy
Now you Reggie Bush
Triple S make me drive fast, got a heavy foot
Lil' bitch don't wanna hit the za
She
if you ain't roll with me
If you wanna sell a jack, bitch, come here, come hit the road with me
Uh, shit, hit the road with me
Nah, bitch, come count
on airplanes like B.o.B
Canibus, Wu-Tang, you know our history but hats off
When we rap this Jack Frost we outline the track chalk
Thank God for the one-two
a lotta quick stops
If you're walkin' and I'm speedin' by often
It's called stalkin', you're 'bout to need a coffin
Double-padded wide seat for my
niggas gonna see
These MCs ain't the same as me
I had a Grime hit in 2003
God gave me a body and blessed it
You see, my fingers they made Duppy, Private
at a different pitch
But I stick to the scrip
Dump a snitch in a ditch
Its 94 I came to be fuckin' around
Paranoia of a jack so I'm quick to draw down
might try
they always get a note sweater side hit them guys
I'm about to hit the road I don't know jack I'm about to hit your hoes
But I won't be fooled
of a kind
The swine fell for the short tail
But no way in hell was earth that stale
Stone chicken eggs, hit 'em in the mud that they lay
When it hatched, it
what is you thinking?"
When I hit Henn' bitch fuck it, I'm swinging
Walk in the Nawf, you know that they banging
(You know I got to pull up
be right back
I might risk it all make him lean over hit a Mike Jack
They ain't tryna ball and they talk funny he ain't like that
Get it by default
says "Hit the road now, Jack"
Went back to see him next week
He died of a heart attack and died away
Now he's hardly getting over it
Hardly getting
You're the real Jack Frost (Jack Frosty)
I'm still showin' love, by the way (by the way)
They try and drag your name through the mud every day
I'm
Machavellian approaches executed by the coach
I'm in these streets like a ghost
The air-jettin' artist
To the love, I hit 'em right plus I hit the hardest, man
I
Nah aye free HunnidBall, aye on god
We finna run it back like we used to right here though
New Jack like I'm Nino Brown
Them haters on the sidelines
witnessing me blow up
Like seeing a tank of gas explode
And I'm, I'm high like a flight I'm sitting back of coach
By the window sipping Jack and Cokes
the room
We run it by the booth
Then I make it all smooth
You ask me what's the reason is
I ain't got a fucking clue
I be writing doing time before I'm
you love to boycott
Thinking you got jack shit
When you hit the jack pot
Did my heart cold
I was burning red hot
Stop playing games
I’m not your mascot
the road don't ever hit up my phone
Bye
I can't believe it happened again
It always starts the same way it ends
I'm thankful for the time that we spent
I'm
some cash before them bitches get on me
I hit that road and got a bag, I hit that bitch in the mornin
A few Os from out the stash, I put them zips
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