Lyrics:
shit back
I walk by my lonely
This a nina
I don't really like no forty
Shoot my shot like Kobe
I might pour up Kobe
Long live two four
I went mars
Free YSL
Could have a bitch rather be by myself
P did the mix and the mix and the clicks on the shit
Then he sent it to Chris so you see why it sells
Choppin' em up then I get a brand new one grr
And I always love it, I just jack off when I thinkin' of it
You better back off Imma heat the oven, I'm like
Now where it's at?
Muthafuckas claimin' to be thug
Can't see me on shit
Whatcha happen with banana clips
I've been dead, been back
Right in
back, now I'm bout to blow it off, no practice
So let's run it back, I'm a running back that's got a lot to cover
I was kinda outta kinda action, sorry
send them back by stacking blues
Stay intact never lack big boss moves
I got a lot of gear
Take a flight I'm outta here
Play my cards no solitaire
coming back for you one day
You can see it from afar, we were riding that wave
Blinded by the lights, and it's something I crave
We didn't want
of back-to-back twins
Dead fetuses falling out all over, Jack is back again
The Ripper's at your service, girl, I can see that you're nervous
But I barely
I'm one man, sir, who knows for sure
That you reap just what you sow
I sure appreciate your listening, it helps me a lot
You know to have that man's
a handful
Wow
Sir dance a lot
Walk in the room "are you fans or not?"
Shorty got me here stumbling I'm painting the pot
She like "you gonna put me in your
back canning ya, plan ta stay back
I'm down wit Kay's tracks, black, this is the payback, lay back, jack
I have you every which way but loose,
Sir Jinx
A Kukliński Rich jak Punisher Big
Każdy cop to Pig HIP HOP robi Pih
Przejebany bit jak Sir Mix mam Lot
I szalone flow Rakim oddaj sos
PMD ma
Fuckin' wit it 2K
Never had a pot to piss in
Now I'm pissing on the completion
By the way they call me Kid the Rappa
I'm bad, I'm Mike Jack in
a physician
Like a Space Shuttle I'm on a mission
Homeboys and girls, don't be afraid
Because I'm down by law with Mix Master Spade
You never heard my voice
the Henny, mix it till it's light
Always watch for snakes walking back to back at night
She said, uh, she my ride or die
I can't handle fake shit, so please
Buddy, I can split a twelve-pack (you know that's right)
I won't leave you by yourself, Jack (no, sir)
You know I got your back
And I know you got mine,
walked into cali, the place was packed
Sir too $hort "don?t stop that rap"
I keep rapping my rhymes, all the time
You got no rhymes, so you listen
Jack they in danger
Got a 4 in my cup on some ice like a ranger
Don't approach me cause I don't fuck wit no strangers
Left my old bitch for a new I
Kio
Took a lot of losses
But I had to bring it back
Cuz I'm in route; I keep it pushing
Getting paper by the pack
Turn that L to a W
I had to run it
why y'all be stayin' out the
Way in this bucket of crabs
Trackhawk off the lot
'cause I fucked up the Jack
Speed limit thirty
But I still do a buck
of rich folks spitting on bums
A lot of hoodlums
These are just the bums that are really pissed off
Why? Probably 'cause they been ripped off by
by southwest
Now that don't sound bad
Don't stress, I know where the perc at
Take that and relax, sit back
Outta the jack, sip act
Outta my body, this
overtook me down in Juarez Mexico.
Laid in the hot joint takin' the pill
In walked a sheriff from Jericho Hill
He said Willy Lee your name is not Jack
and ran back
I ran back fast, broke my arm in the mix
To find out that bird nigga tapping my shit
It's alright 'do, maybe he came up with the right dough
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