Lyrics:
on my Jack Jones
Get the drop might run up in your bando
Get round there twinning with rambos
On the pitch n****s know im a handful
Opps get blown out
The things, that's on my mind
When I be sliding by, in my city (in my city)
It's the things, that's on my mind
When I be sliding by, in my city (in
And the beats are usually done by duro and clue
Who in the hell wanna battle, the ill mathematical?
My motherfuckin' brain is IBM compatible
Techniques are
attack us
Jack shit suave more debonaire about your black ass
Slick pose with another gold hit
By self eliminate a motherfucker whole click
All
low gotta duck the scene
Niggas like why you so serious
Fuck nigga why is you curious
Niggas is broke and delirious
Paralyzed niggas is feeling
I'm be by your side
Through the highs and the lows, our union with God
My chérie amour, you agree with my soul
You complete me I know, see you see
the scandalous
Who planned this your peoples?
Fuck that you hero bucked at by weevils
And muskrats to seagulls
Touch that to bank rolls and c
Notes to stank hoes
picture
I'mma find her there is a little man
And he's scarily dancin'
But he doesn't bother Jack Nance
Or Harry Dean Stanton
Laura Dern is concerned
Tell 'em relax
Tell 'em relax
Before I relapse
Meet me out back
Meet me out back
I'm sippin' On Jack
I need to relax
I need to relax
Before I relapse
Jesus was a cross maker
Sweet silver angels over the sea
Please come down flying low for me
He wages war with the devil
With a pistol by His side
ghetto, everything is a poverty
We love y'all, Dip-Set, Killer Cam, Jim Jones, Freaky, hoooo!
To be about the green, you gotta be about that white too
Streets is cold, money is low
Plus I got some legal issues I don't wish to disclose
I never
Tried to make things
Better for you and me
But the thing is
The powers that be
Were too blinded
By their own vanity
To realise
That these two goats had
like Giant
On my jack jones when I stalk this nerd caught him don't care ur beanie's on the right
Beanie's on the right
Spliff long like giant
Rolling
been a scamp,
But now I'm willin' to trim my lamp,
So Blow, Gabriel, Blow
I was low, Gabriel, low,
Mighty low, Gabriel, low,
But now since I
Well Let me know how this real if we living a lie? We used to hustle nickels & dimes, just to get by. Like if you need it hit my jack meet me
coming (Nasty Nas is coming)
Nas is coming
In the black limo, Jack Daniels through the cracked window
I spot the fake, red dot his face like a Hindu
[Chorus]
Street life, is the only life we know
(That's all I know) (Huh, nigga, what?)
Street life, gotta hustle for our dough
(I'm just tryin' to get it
all high
Get your hands hot
Got it for the low, but the drought price high
All white clouds, tell me Virgil in the sky
My bitch like, "Is it Ablo
up
And change my space up
Ever sense my mama dead
These days man I'm alway high
Cause my lows just don't get me by
Her voice in my head just makes me
of owning' a ceiling' in the forest
Nothing enormous,
Just something I can afford for my son is important
A little fortress for the fam with some lamps
don't fuck with the kid have you swimming with squids
Hizzy, Icy like gold writing on a white-tee
I'm too fresh to be impressed by niggas whose stylist is
have it
By the fifth cup, I'm gon' drag it
By the sixth cup, I don't jack it
By the seventh, I'm active
I'm eight cup Fivi'
So the eighth cup is
(yeah)
Me, I just hustle and flow
Find a track, start and pimp on a ho
The block got hot, a nigga had to get low
Get the fuck outta dodge and hit
My uncle
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