Lyrics:
Chorus:
Roll it up my windows tinted I don't give a fuck/ one thot plus a couple quats equals 40 bucks nigga/ talking jibba jibba think his chest
sauce
Up in the stu I'm with jibba
Man jibba my nigga
man jibba count figures
You run up on us me and jibba Pull triggers
Yeah boy we them niggas
You
Ibba wibba jibba jam on the radio
Ibba wibba jibba jam on the radio
Ibba wibba jibba jam on the radio
Jibba coming now
Really do this now
Coming off the dome when I flow really get this down
Saying that I rock how I roll shoulda been about
Tell em watch
undercover
With out the balaclava
We just do the jibba jabber
Living in the Taj Mahal
I could take you very far
You should kotch
And relax
Breaking your back
Jibba Da Don 100
Fast cash
Luxury cars
Fast broads
I appreciate the mentioning
Not flattered at all
About the way you talk me bout me
But I guess
an hourly
You already know who it is mane
It's Jibba on the track
And we got Forevaman Canyon and Gravity in the back
Chasing stacks and gettin' paper
Yuh yuh
and lead me up the long-haul road
I hate laying awake when my mind don't slow and I hear way too much going on
It go like
Jibba jabba this jibba that
Get
know? Yeah you did; there it was, there it is
"Is that Coolio?" Naw bitch, let me in
Jibba-jabba snatcher get at ya, spit at actors & rappers
Hang
They so irrational, they don't wanna patch it up
They wanna mash it up, whoa
My nigga Jibba he whip it, I ride in the passenger
I'm way up, I stay up,
know? Yeah you did; there it was, there it is
"Is that Coolio?" Naw bitch, let me in
Jibba-jabba snatcher get at ya, spit at actors & rappers
Hang
ain't know? Yeah you did; there it was, there it is
"Is that Coolio?" Naw b****, let me in
Jibba-jabba snatcher get at ya, spit at actors & rappers
ain't know? Yeah you did; there it was, there it is
"Is that Coolio?" Naw b****, let me in
Jibba-jabba snatcher get at ya, spit at actors & rappers
know? Yeah you did; there it was, there it is
"Is that Coolio?" Naw bitch, let me in
Jibba-jabba snatcher get at ya, spit at actors & rappers
Hang
Jibba jabba, shit stack, don’t matter
Nigga put yo muthafuckin gat up
Now knuckle up, we go fist to fist
Soon as you drop yo hip
You gonna kiss the whip
si puede, yes I can samba
I'm known like Geraldo, sheesh, ay caramba
The jibbidy-jibba-jamba-joe is with the yippidy yowzer
I got crazy smarts like
and day and night
I don't got no Abba
I don't play no Gabba
I like Zapp not Zappa
So please quit your jibba jabba
I've just lined up Macca
When
Talk about race but its just way bigger
I ain't gonna waste no time on Twitter
Done with the jibba, cry me a river
Say it to my face or say it to my
Jibba-Jabba,
Backstabba!
I need a Crazy-Daisy,
I need a Dogga-Saga
Hiroshima!
Talking all that jibba jabba to they friends
But in one day
These rats goin' be straight
No dis the rats
Cause there are some rats that I love too
West Side
Kennedy St
They ain't been hearing me
They ain't been understanding nothing I been saying
They thought I been talking jibba jabba
Ayy kidd
Give
from Johnny to Jibba the Gent
Still peel an orange to get rid of the scent
Still keep my mind on my dividends and
Realize once it's gone you can get it
Pissed off now you trying to ruin my day
Jibba-jabba, now you twisting up what I say
All the lying that you doing man it’s real fake
And I might kill you
Your fucking bullshit never ends
Bitter
Get on the couch and watch TV
Bitter
Whatever you do don't fuck with me
Jibba Jabba
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