Lyrics:
better learn to quiet
Stop acting like a bitch 'fore I eat you like Riot
I sail myself I'm Jack the pirate
You sell yourself they jack your private
I
Jack Demspey.
That was my brother Sylvest' (What's he got?)
A row of forty medals on his chest (big chest!)
He killed fifty bad men in the west; he knows
evidence for
If these things are what you mean by God
Then I believe in God but I
Don't believe in a personal
God to whom I look for comfort or for a
Natural
bright blue
So called beef with you-know-who fuck it
He just let em kill all of our troops
Look at the bullshit we been through
Had our niggas sitting
drinking a forty
Dead nice I'll be rapping til' I'm forty I'm twenty three
Fuck a bitch bout forty you fuck around get hit
By the forty stacking this paper
this bullshit, I feel like Michael Jordan
But I ain't trippin, I'm just soarin'
Open up the door and doing big touring
Fuck champagne, I'm back to 40 oz
Rest with my dough
See all of that flexin' ain't for me
Can't be in debt till I'm 40
Chasin these checks for as long as I can
I get this bread by my
coming, the fifths are coming
Hit up, lit up the blunt and I'm straight
Quarter to eight and my day looks great
Walked to the school with about 40 feet
Yo, what's up?
This is G-Love coming at you live out here from California,
Even though I'm Philly born and bred
And I got my man Jack Johnson
Jack Johnson in the studio today - we just got out of the surf
my man, Jack, tell 'em what time it is...
(uh, com 'on)
sweeping
Got the rhetoric and curtains, make sure you get brought back
"Man, I should kill the game with Day One", thought Jack
An animal with hunger, the man
Have you heard about the Jeffrey Johnson fight
Oh lord what a hell of a fight
You can take all the heavyweights you got (Cause you got!)
You got
company bitch call me Jack Tripper
[Chorus]
[Snoop Dogg]
I'm back up in the VIP
In a cloud of smoke
Be poundin' surrounded by all my folks
Give me
of shiny Stacey Adams
I'm gon' pull myself up by my wingtips and look good doing it
I'm the double talking, double consciousness of Du Bois
and the glorious,
to spew
But when it's all said and done, I'll be forty
Before I know it with a 40 on the porch tellin' stories
With a bottle of Jack, two grandkids in my
to spew
But when it's all said and done, I'll be forty
Before I know it with a 40 on the porch tellin' stories
With a bottle of Jack, two grandkids in my
reverends
I'm like forty legends
By the time I turn forty I'mma be electric
Not a question anymore bro I been eccentric
You know I meant it when I said it
In
Bullets blow bad, brother, back to back, I slam
Bread and butter, break beats to Bamm-Bamm
Jump off the gym before I jack my johnson
I jam like Janet,
on the Pan Am or the Trans Am
I love em like pirates, no plans of marriage
I'm slick enough I can sell sand to Arabs
If she look good and stuff then I'm
Bronson
I'm too sick for this shit like Magic Johnson
On the ball like a Messi pass
Rock the stash like Jesse Jacks
If you're trying to be sexy with me:
Sevie franchise its a board meeting
D rose blew by the defense
Look pat bev reaching
Steph done shot it from the bleachers
That kidd got a jay
Tyus
sweaty in nine months
Punks start stinking
Activator becomes the lazy way
Face like alligator, acne pimples, vagina cream
Girl cover your dream
Look
And since me and Tune had Viacom shook
I shoulda got a real-ass pirate to do the hook
Maybe Jack Sparrow maybe Peter Pan's nemesis
My power's limitless
Came in dis world by myself an ima end it by myself
Niggas still salty and hating tryna plot up on my death
But a still look atcha in ya face like a hoe
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