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or a half the mothafuckin' bay
Pistol-whipped him with an A-K.
Peep this, loddi-doddi, I shot up his body
I left his ass bloody in the front of the party.
Beats by Happ G, gritty grimy out the SP
That's the south side of Philly and the drum machine
I'm hungry for the money just like a numbers fiend
The buck
watch what they doin'
Ya know what I'm sayin'?
See what I'm sayin' though
You gotta watch these
Old Cornroll head ass bitches man
Fools PH'in', rollin'
Everyday all work no play makes Jack say
A knife to the back and an axe to the face
Everyday all work no play makes Jack say
A knife to the back and an axe
my dogs knew her
Drip, drip, Lucy, Biggie, juicy
You talkin' to me Jack? You hatin', you know me
You nosebleed, I'm floor seats
Back on that ass
sister be the first one to get smoked
Then I grab your grandma by her weave hair
And whip her old ass with that wooden leg she wear
I'm from the bloody
good luck
But the homie who ran. Mmmm
One Time gaffled him up
(Chorus 3x: Scratched by DJ Unknown)
Get your ass in the car.
Ho hold it now.
Keep
Oh my God, fuck you melodiq
Is this cloud nine?
Goddamn
Man I feel like Jack (Yessir)
Said I wanna see some ass, throw it back
She said I'm all talk,
[Chorus]
We gon rumble in this ho
We gon rumble in this ho
All you weak ass niggas get yo ass off the floor
We gon rumble in this ho
We gon rumble in
ya Mr Sick is gonna get to creep
I gets to blastin' ass
Dip they bodies in the bag
I hope I
Get to lastin' in this game of cash
It's
Hip-Hop style baby, y'all remember
By the middle of March, when the pregnancy starts
In your ladies' placenta, that means L just entered
Duck taped your
Gunslingin' showdown like a cowboy (Gunslingin' showdown)
Dirty ass broad ride me 'round like a cowboy (Yeehaw, ridin', ridin' round)
I'm the talk of the town,
Posse in this motherfucker to rock on this funky ass beat we're gonna drop
Alright, So Ice Cube, you the early bird on this motherfucker , run it
[Ice
(hurt real good)
She can make it last all night (last all night)
Hold that ass real tight
She gon' make you squirt yo goods (squirt yo goods)
She gon'
and tilt it back
Then I'll drank, drank, drank till I fall on my ass
I just gotta take this fifth of jack and tilt it back
Then I'll drank, drank, drank till
Tamo quebrando tudo tipo kick-Ass
Eles se quebram sozinhos parece Jack Ass
Se são lenda, me lembram o Rick Flair
Ou o último cafetão pagando pra comer
dollar bill, got that London Fog out the back paid the man
Me and Khujo and T-Boo, three jack lumbers
On the loose, cut your ass Lo like Cee
Be under
California, Here I Come
Written by Joseph Meyer, Al Jolson and Buddy G. De Sylva
Jack was sittin poker faced with bullets backed with bitches
Neal
even keep up, you chase your own tail
Catch you at the motel 6, gettin' your dick sucked by a grown male
With your toe nail up his ass like oh well, you
gotta say jack
'Cause they don't want it like that
Want it like that
Let's make a deal
Can't get no money, boy, cause you can't keep it real
You so fake,
nigga show his ass out in public
I got the whole block bumpin
You ain't gotta like it 'cause the hood gone love it
You ain't gotta like it 'cause the hood
the mail
Half black is the new black can't you tell?
It was blue black like Wesley Snipes in new jack
Now you got to have a white mama just to do that
catching jacks just made a couple thou
A nigga reach for sum in a party I'm blowing in a crowd
Finally tuck his goofy ass to sleep I'm finally lay him down
a cowboy (I'ma tie your ass down, let's go)
Heard bitches like horses and cows, I'm a cowboy (Like horses and cows)
Sippin' Jack 'til I'm on the ground, I'm
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