Lyrics:
a fucking drive-by
That's what the inside of my mind's like
Looking back on my career, even hindsight, tunnel vision, 5 mics
Never wanted that so bad well
A-B-C-D-E-F-G
H-I-J-K-L-M-N-O-P
Q-R-S-T-U-V
W-X- Y and Z
Now they don’t make no song’s like these
So I’m back to the basics of Real MC’s
Now you
or let it go high off the glass
all you need is a pair of these nothing else
your heistation is stopping and papa be something else,
track master and j
dough
Queens with the So So Def, A-T-L's best (yeah I know)
Every ride up the 9-5, fly friendly skies
Thug passion for J Doves, Henneys for
Chopping chopping that's a wrap
Dropping bombs like it's Iraq
On the track, I'll be driving by when all your tires flat
This has started as a metaphor
have to say goodbye
I got sixty five stitches, is this how you treat my miss
You ant washing the dishes
There are no plates to the tables, the plates
of a sudden he wants me to see em and see em and see em and see em and see em
All of a sudden they gat my back
All of a sudden they playing my track
All
Mary J. Blige, with her shades on, I could tell by her stones
On the left, we have Lenny Kravitz, Puffy, Pharrell, Bus
Keith Murray, Redman, hitting that
Hum V (V)
I'm surrounded by these RBGs
(HEeee!!)
We get green, roll green, and eat green like sebi
Born in them 80's
I clown like I'm Bailey
This
May...I... kick a little something for the G-O-D's in the J-E-are-S-E-why
Because you niggas know me I'm the da gan ya dee
Sixteen five four three five
Live twenty five eight and bitch i'm so great no random occurrence
Oh nah this ain't random, this ain't nothing they could handle
Loopy on the track with
shit to make you dance
And what you get is the best damn thing
To happen to this country since the moon landing
Since Tommy got dubbed by Eli Manning
don't judge her
Cause all I do is love her,
Listen Work Out she gon play it for another
Track after track
I'm making money for my brothers
2 outa 4, 2
Let me tell you somethin' about an a-b-c style
The a the be, the c the d the e the f the g the h the I the j the k
The l the m the n the o the p
TABAKAR!
TABONGKAR!
TABAKAR!
TABAKAR!
TABAKAR!
[J Mix]
Jay on the track..
Ku mulai pegang mic, volume sedikit naik
Musik ku menendang
Siap berikan yang
corn on the cob
What is life? It is Too $hort
I play the bitches like it's a sport
Yea, I'll play the bitches just like y'all
Like Dr. J played
duck for cover
I come with a chrome y'all can makin' hoes pay the cost
Infrared to ya head full of lead yawkin' lames
You can betcha by the dollar
outta 5 my rate on the stems
Hate on the day that 6ix doesn't trend
Want a 7 or 8 but you don't wanna spend
no time on a nine with a fucked up head
My
know why these man are
Messing with the team
When not even Rooney would risk it
You'll still see me
I go forward right by 3 3 3
I'm Jamie, don't watch J
long
So So Def, but made it tight
Then went from a DJ to an MC
To the are-E-V like overnight
Everybody lookin, players get shook when
Rev. Run walk
from the back
Pass tht nigga to my friend
She gave that man the alley cat
Bald head scallywag
Broke her back
Pull her tracks
Zaza Cali pack
Smoke until
Oh, by the way, got a tip for J cole
Just shut your cake hole
Oh, hey Dolan Dark, these aren't memes
They're stolen art
You need to see a doctor,
to get a dose
This beats scammer made, but j is not involved
Pour 5 gallons of acid on him, his body is dissolved
But hey look at the bright side, thats
track records
[Verse 1:]
Way before 'Pac and Big, I did it big,
Way before Hova, L'y was a Casanova,
Way before Nas, I held my first menage
Way before
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