Lyrics:
as a legend
Jack-a
Jack-a
If you never touch a racket once again
You will still love by millions of children
Who will tell their friends?
How they take you
there [?]
She's mine
Plus she's blind to the fact that I'm The Jacka
Mista Cali Co packa
I have ta
Floss to be the boss
You just a black girl lost
But she
So grow and thrive with the people that do believe in you
Got faith in people that believe in me
Got faith in God to deal with the people
That be
just posted by the store
Yeah they pocket watchin' so keep your money on the low
Yeah them jackas and robbers they gon' be knockin at your door
I ain't
Gucci bagga
Balmain Jacka
Cartier Planga
Everything designer
But I don't fuck with that designer
See me in the cut I rock my own shit
Gucci bagga
fences lower defenses go on offensive (Attacka tacka tacka tacka)
Dirty dog by god by bog long schlong my mind is clogged (Waggah waggah waggah waggah)
Steppa
Give me that throat bitch I never been a begga'
Watching for a jacka
Watchin, watching
Watching for a jacka
Ice on my pinky
Caught a sucka slipping
So these pussies can't fuck with us
Come through with four handles like
We're playin' double dutch
Slappin' off that old-school Jacka
Or that Woodie
cuz
There all drugged up
Lisnin to some fucker on
The radio named Shady i Kinda like the kid i
Guess that makes me crazy
Anyway the reason that im here
a goony
Fuck with the kids, you get found in the boonies
By Shaggy and Scooby while smokin' on doobies
So watch how you do me, homie, don't play that
I
with a mouth full of dick and balls
So put it in your mouth and blow
Put it deep down in your thoat
Nigga like me don't want to hear that shit so do
like me don't want to hear that shit so do what the fuck you been told
[chours]
I smoke by myself
I drank by myself
I fuck these hoes by my got damn
When this weed got me feelin' like [?] bruh
I just seen Mac Dre bruh and the Jacka
Is we up in the Bay bruh?
I'm with that old shit, pulled up in my
in the chamber
For the jackas and the dope fiends
Fools come short get rowdy
Kick down doors
Show mutha fuckas that ya bout it bout it
like a fucking wild gator
Silver and black Ghost, nigga that's Al Davis
Give me Left Eye back, take Fetty Wap and the Raiders
The Rams is back, them
Bell rang around 3
Whole ocean of penny faces
Are cruising past me
Kids that don't even know you
But still treat you like fam
The ones that stay by
taught to keep that fire wit meh
I keep it with me
Them jackas lurking errywhere
I was always taught to keep my mind on getting it
Fuck yo feelings
This
Blacka
Blacka
Me color die is blacka
Blacka
Blacka
Blacka
Blacka
Blacka
Jacka die is blacka
Blacka
Blacka
Blacka
Blacka
Blacka
Pattas die zijn
Blacka
in the chamber
For the jackas and the dope fiends
Fools come short get rowdy
Kick down doors
Show mutha fuckas that ya bout it bout it
about the dram'
Or even explain the troubles that haunted my mom
On Christmas time, my mom Christmas grind
Got me most of what I wanted, how'd you do it
Scott about the dram'
Or even explain the troubles that haunted my mom
On Christmas time, my mom Christmas grind
Got me most of what I wanted, how'd
in the chamber
For the jackas and the dope fiends
Fools come short get rowdy
Kick down doors
Show mutha fuckas that ya bout it bout it
in the chamber
For the jackas and the dope fiends
Fools come short get rowdy
Kick down doors
Show mutha fuckas that ya bout it bout it
heaven
I hoped that you heard me
We were undisputed there was no controversy
Tired of the changes that life seems to bring
Never feared for silence,
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