Lyrics:
yeah
Go Jett Jeff, uh
Ay yo, call me by my name, Jett Jeff on the chain
Damn, I go insane, he said he gonna give me brain
Can't see you in my lane, yo,
killed by a real Don Dada
Anyways dicks up when a btch come thru
Aint beefing wit a bitch headed to Wong Fu
Black madonna, queer disciples
Got my tits out
niggas ain't matching my game
Designer rocker got the chain
Step out the door, brand new kicks, with a new typa fade
I'm tryna get hot by the day
Me and my
thicky beatbox beat pushing forward like a train
Brain activating game
By the way: I'm Mariko from Helsinki / Finland
And I ain't cold though Scandinavian
sunrise,
Feeling like shit surprise surprise by your lack of impiety.
There's really never been a daydream that didn't leave me smiling
And as I get old all
sleepyhead
Eyes shut, but I jump up and out of bed
Feet hit the floor, walk out the door
Long day ahead
Smilin' big because there ain't a
Single thing to dread
get repoed
Niggas throwing dice against the wall, C-Lo
This is my movie, you an extra, B-role
Your girl insist I got a very big ego
I'm here to take
with some color in your face
Check her out yeah she's just divorced
She's good to go from a reliable source
Oh no, no this time not that one
Oh no, it's
追い風利用して今日と闘え
ALL THA SOLDIERS
BETTER BELIEVE IN YOURSELF
DON'T LET THA
TIME OF YOUR LIFE PASS BY
EVERYBODY MOVE
CAN YOU GET A LITTLE SOMETHIN'
GOT TO DO
SO
the shame?
Is he gon' slide, strap his cleats on when he ain't even in the game?
But that's what it is when you born up in the field
Ain't no flowers
the roof
He landed on Mercer by Versace
Last time they see me I'll
Be shootin' out the Masi
Gucci tearaway suit's, Jesus
Make two bricks out of one
Wipe your
your principals car alarm
They thought I was a dentist
By the way I floss
Texas pink diamonds hot sauce
they the truth but they can't lie enough
Big blunt in my hand and I ain't high enough
Your man thinking that he dope but he ain't fly as us
Shawty say
to provide for you
Oh, no, no
Got weave in but your hair's good
And your ass so big they give you wed locks (behave)
And I rate you 'cause even though
to my enemy
And conquered by my memory so mother fucker
Sit and act like there is ten of me
Shut your mouth and pour a mother
Fucking shot of Hennessy
and you're not a big shot
You probably picked locks, sold some weed in your mama's ziplocs
Nigga kick rocks
I'm known for sparring
Pay in full or bury your
This is a RJ-D2, Justus League production
Brought to you by Phonte, DJ Flash
Rapper Big Pooh and
Sick fluin' you, breakin niggas
Electric Boogalo,
The Cockney tribes in Britain were meeting for the games
Held annually, once a year, along the River Thames,
The scene was quiet and peaceful,
the lady's just like you. Oh!
What's happening ladies?
What's up wit my lil shorty's.
It's your man Nick Cannon on the beat.
Yeah.
I'm here wit Romeo.
O.k.
Chorus
In L.A. things don't always work out
Quite like they should (repeat 2x)
Verse 3
There got to be more than this
Big game, big risk
The bold
like they know me
Afternoon in my new whip cruisin'
Stars on the street feel illusive
Big subs in the back they boomin'
I only listen to my new shit
not the way I dress
East to west, throw your arms right to left
Give me a mic and a crowd, and a turntable set
Alotta niggaz turned thugs, after
- Slick Rick's about to come on
Go to your room!
So now I'm sixteen, tryin to fuckin mix things
No money in my pockets just desires and some big
don't take my word for granted
I am a rap-economist ? technologically connected
Rhyme flow equals cash flow
My bonanza ? 3 stanzas ? a big blow
To those
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