Lyrics:
(Ugh)
(Yeah, look)
(Check it)
Jump in this mother fucker
And if you drinking, get drunk in this mother fucker
And if you smoking take a puff in this
the money's low, I see alot of jackers
but where I stay at, it be the east to the bay
but what do I be dippin, it be a 6 to a tre
and what do I be strappin, it
nigga mix cuts he a scientist
He a pharmacist he a alchemist
Watch em flip and stack it a rack it quick
Anything for a bag they gon crack ya wig
I got his
but I know it ain't forever
Like jump out the, like jump out the roof
Jump in the pool
Jump out the parlor with a whole lot of jewls, uh, yea
Like hold
Deuce ain't never comin' back, my nigga
So you better go hard every time you jump on wax, my nigga
Fuck what they talkin' 'bout, your shit is where it's
a Maybach
2 door with the 44s on the tires
Ya'll lookin' so so tired, better run it back
Better run when you see me
Picked up the mic like it rang rang rang
capessh
'08 in the trap like a beast
Nextel caught a sell when it beep
Scale hot cuttie pie on reapeat
Ran a Mix right there in the street
Drive thru In
duct tape stretched out
Ducked the fuck way down, waitin' to straight jump out
Put it over your mouth, and grab you by the face, what now?
Oh, you
just poured a whole six in my drank two liter
Bad bitch by my side , she gone ride imma keep her.
Know I love that smoke , let that 30 it's gone greet ya
the microphone master
Look, I crash ya, bash ya skull
Fucky with Mally G if you're trying to take a fall
Niggaz talk about killin and never get to it
Fuck
There is a whole lot going on now
T let's get this going
Hmm
Mac are you ready for this one
Yes Sir
You ready, haha ha
Yeah
You already know Na8
beat up, defeated, believin' that I needed it 'til Jesus came to kick it out the door
Cause it's
A crazy thing livin' in the mix
Gotta always stay
(bitch)
Banks jump yo fat ass in the mix
Yeah the shit gets hectic, but you gots to accept it
10 years chillin' in the game, well respected
But check
up to something
Selling cracks sack by sack so they could function?
Well, yes and no
Yes we were selling it
But no, it wasn't blow
Cook it in
nonstop, it's the first two letters of my name
Competitors are slain by this intelligent gunner
Quick to pop the trunk like an elephant hunter
And you
want it
I'm from a place you want a problem niggas get it jumpin'
I mix some chronic up with hash up in the joint I'm stuffin'
And jump in my car,
Yes sir, SwishaHouse!
DJ Paul and Juicy J productions
Paul Wall, Swishahouse, Hypnotize Minds, Three 6 Mafia!
It's goin down
[Chorus: x4]
a fact
A lil bit of everything to be exact
Think party mix chips
When I call her a snack
And no Sir Mix-A-Lot
Ain't a part of this track
But she got
big lights on the marquee.
We made it to The Palace.
Welcome to The Palace,
Do you have reservations?
Table for two please.
Ohhh, that's going to be
don't go like dis
Apple Watch all on the wrist
My niggas did it legit young nigga look at the kicks
Space jam jump man fit they don't really know bout dis
the drip is never gone
Bringing fire, sound alarms
Five four three two one
No weapon formed can do me no harm
You see how they like it, they nodding, that's
before the game
This is a God's dream my mini me is a mix of
Two of my favorite things
Me and my wife's face
All I think about every day is how
I get my
HOOK 2x
Some things are just to far within
I'm Spilling out my pain tryin to love again
I don't care what's in the mix I'm just trying to blend
You
better recognize) (2x)
(Think you better recognize) (2x)
Sam: (Dre)
Well I'm back in the mix with a bottle of hennessy,
so fire up a blunt let's have
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