Lyrics:
I'm having Deja Vu
Yes sir, haha
I just got back from Portland
Yeah
Thomas Veli in this bitch!
One, Two, Three, baby riding with me
Four, Five,
the mascot
He thinks he's Sir Lancelot, listening to yacht rock
Get out your phones, take a snapshot
But that's cool, get back in the saddle
If you ain't
Flav be doin just like this
Off the meat rack, got my money stacked
Blow out your back, no fakin jacks
Kid relax, honey I shrunk the kids
Flipped your
up in that u-haul
I move so smooth, cause them jack boys back track
Half a quarter mill in the brown Louie nap-sack
[Chorus: x2]
[Young Jeezy]
the Kinect, it's hot
It can recognize me when I step on the spot
(Welcome back, master) i got my own robot!
You want customization? That'll give
You a lot it
up in that u-haul
I move so smooth, cause them jack boys back track
Half a quarter mill in the brown Louie nap-sack
[Chorus: x2]
[Young Jeezy]
and thanked him for his kind words. Encouraged by the interaction, it swam off with a new sense of confidence.
As Jack continued on his walk, he encountered
Yes sir the realest nigga in the game
Juicy J it's going down north North
Y'all nigga ain't ready we gettin' this
Mothafuckin' money i thought y'all
stories we tell them, nothin's realer than karma
Sip prohibition liquor, prohibition whiskey
Rap jack dempsey, matte black bentley, pimply
Shatterin' your
the lease up!
[Verse]
I cook your noodle
Spaghetti
get ready for war
I put your head on the wall
Guess whos back?!
Just like Jack
I got a Axe with my head
diamonds wet like
Yes, sir
We take any threat like
Yes, sir
Came up on the check like
Yes, sir
She slangin' that neck like
Yes, sir
Do whatever I need
If she
back as rats (pussy)
And after your candlelight, they ain't gon' give your mama jack
Now your brother kids askin' where they daddy at
So you gotta lie
a risk, now I'm back in the mix
Watch who you keepin' around when you wish
Money ain't make me, still thuggin' 'til the feds come take me
Mean muggin'
in the club tryin to duck us (WHAT?)
And if you walk by nigga, I'ma knock fire nigga
from yo' ass, you can come try nigga (HEY!)
In the hood, all
in the club tryin to duck us (WHAT?)
And if you walk by n****, I'ma knock fire n****
from yo' a**, you can come try n**** (HEY!)
In the hood,
take the heat, slow down
(Oh, slow down)
It's wicked in these streets
[Snoop]
Life ain't nothing but a big old twist
A lot of times when I'm
back to back
Is no other than my main man Wolfman Jack
The MC of the night rappin' to the tunes
Was the creature from the Black Lagoon
There's a sign
Slow down (Ohhh, slow down)
It's wicked in these streets
Life ain't nothing but a big old twist
A lot of times when I'm smoking
I'm doing that just
love is so poisonous
The world is so fucked up got me mixing drugs up
Mix a lot of shit together on my overdose
Thought love was forever but that shit be
in squalor
Grow up to be a hero and a scholar?
The ten-dollar Founding Father without a father
Got a lot farther by working a lot harder
By being
Jinx
A Kukliński Rich jak Punisher Big
Każdy cop to Pig HIP HOP robi Pih
Przejebany bit jak Sir Mix mam Lot
I szalone flow Rakim oddaj sos
PMD ma skill
beat
Settled in the mainland ghetto by the sand trap
Rocked to a handclap until I got my band back
Thoughts came thick in a ball of confusion
A wall
She wants the earth moved
Jackhammer no
My tool's multifunction
I'm finna get down deep in her tum tum
Sir mix a lot of styles just to up the fun some
to jack, remember that
You take dough from Mase, you might as well send it back
I got thugs everywhere, where you going spending that?
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