Lyrics:
cheating refs calling fouls on me
Break the fucking whistle off in his ass, now hit the road, Jack
Hop off the bozack, the .44 clap
You'll need low jack
homie told me one day he had a jack move,
he said: "come on Nate Dogg, it'll be smooth".
I agreed and said "come on, let's go and jack them fools",
thirty-three years
My girl's been limin' it biz, ya'll niggaz sniff lines in the stairs
German beers, Heiniken, Beck's, Bud for you rednecks (yee-hah!)
And sue somebody
Come on and do push ups
Just like Jack Pallance
And Now We Dance
Never join the ranks
Of the kiss ass suit and tie
nigga think they could fuck around
Real niggas do real things
By all means, niggas knowing how we get down, it goes
Shoot 'em up, just shoot 'em up,
Said the bag is on my lap
It’s on my lap
The sack is on my lap
It’s on my lap
Shorty ass is on my lap
Its on my lap
Hit my jack it’s on my lap
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แดกแบบ Jack Ass เอาแบบ bad ass
ทำไมเธอทำอย่างนี้กับ snap back boy
ชอบใช่ไหม สะใจเธอไหม
เห็นฉันร้องไห้จนต้องมาเป็น sad boy
life star like Ringo (ayy)
Real life fly-ass gringo
Yay Area my lingo (woo)
Yaddadamean, I'm him tho (him)
Really I'm a real life cheat code (ayy)
Had me a girlfriend and blew her head off
I'm like an underground water-main, I gotta let off(boom)
Bend enemies knees the wrong way
Kick'em in the ass
Posse in this motherfucker to rock on this funky ass beat we're gonna drop
Alright, So Ice Cube, you the early bird on this motherfucker , run it
[Ice
got the power
Blood sheds on the wall during the witching hour
IN THE DARKNESS - see me ride by in an Impala
Draggin' some fuck ass by the foot and hear
ain't got a jack in your body
You fake ass niggaz, gettin' screened like a short pass
An' if you incorrect, I'ma diamond cut your bastard ass
You got
or a half the mothafuckin' bay
Pistol-whipped him with an A-K.
Peep this, loddi-doddi, I shot up his body
I left his ass bloody in the front of the party.
Surrounded by my real niggas
They cock back, they see
Caps, they peal quicker, real killers
Real business, it's never personal, Jack
Remember that fuck up my
blastin'
Huncho, yeah yeah
She gon' make that ass dribble, playin' basket (ball)
Don't call it cuffin', nigga, I ain't passin' (woo)
Niggas pourin'
up so you ain't gotta borrow nothing
From them broke ass friends who be bargain hunting
They say they shop on eBay - baby why is they frontin'?
They
how a G play
Especially when them hoes shakin' that ass and a DJ
Hip hop had do it big give him some leway
N security stop trippin' and you niggas be
You say the wrong thing, they'll lock your ass up quick
The FCC says "Profanity - No Airplay"?
They can suck my dick while I take a shit all day
Jack in the box I'm in my bag now
I caught em by surprise Jack in the box I'm in my bag now (Pop Out)
The world changing around me
They don't know
Strictly hardcore tracks, not a new jack swing
I grew up as a Christian so to Jah I give thanks
Collect my banks, listen to Shabba Ranks
I sing, and chat,
upon the shelf
Cross around my neck
I've been taught by stealth
Capture this moment in time, it's a smash and grab
And where my party people y'all finna
to the liquor store
She wanna go to the liquor store
I took a ho to the liquor store
I hit your ho by the liquor store
Boy, you a drunk, think I licked that
for all my Gs
Quarterback in the streets
Throw a zip for three
Mr mC on the beats that
Still spin when I freeze
In the city by the sea, bitch
Feel
this young big tawny bitch
Who wish to be queen for a day?
Who would sacrifice the great grandsons
An' daughters of her jealous mother?
By suckin' their
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