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How, nigga? My last album was The Chronic (nigga)
They wanna know if he still got it
They say rap's changed, they wanna know how I feel about it
how to feel
I wanted what they had back in the fourth grade
Family vacas, you know I did it all
Just to see my little sis by a waterfall
My great
A pack of jacks those orange Tic-Tacs
Glen Miller tracks roll of Kodak
The phantom black stacked Pontiac
Hot rod dual quads and in the back
Is
Just clean my fancy car
Picked up my fancy clothes
And we only in the hot spot,
No, we got the bomb,
We got the bomb
This is Byrd gang money,
This is
floor, burn it up
Everybody 'round the whole world heard of us
And we kill off the track 'cause we so murderous
Let's go (go, go, go, go)
Let's go
I come through your block?
Sheek, Funk Doc, Meth on top
Porsche, 300 horse fly by, back open pumpin How High (How High)
Yeah, can y'all see that
Peace up! Y'all know what it is! Usher baby!
(Uhhh) they ain't ready for this one, shawty
Yeah, mean! (Uhhh)
Haha! This is a
J-Lack Track, man!
Now,
On Crew will rock your body right back
Rock a steam locomotive right off the track
And give the whole wide world a funk attack
Now to the beat y'all, get
excluding all the fines teh NBA dished
The say I, can't rap like Jada
Someday I'll become playa
My mark on this game will be big as a crater
as I mix jams
all the fines the NBA dished
They say I, can't rap like Jada
Someday I'll, become a playa
My mark on this game will be a crater
as I mix jams with Jada-
bury me under
Big pipes soundin like thunder
Skated by the skin of my teeth, I had to put a man in his place last week
Now why you want to come at me?
Fuck dying I'm a ride till this gun jam
they hoppin' out the whip quick
you better run fam
Track his ass down quick
commits to rush fam
It's kill
traffic trouble
Causing traffic jams
Hot wheels a rolling
In the middle of the week
And people passing out in the middle of the street
Thats right
Right
and casting spells
Stung by the spelling bee
And they says congratulations
You graduated
From slavery
To paid slavery
You actually made it!
Here! Take
or that sling, the yea or the tracks
but when your chick starts choking ya, you gots ta break me off
I sweat ya like Keith until ya give me my ends
Hot 98.7 Kiss FM, it's the world famous dial to pay countdown
I'm Wendy Williams
So we have $98 in Kiss Cash and the new CD by Jodeci
Let's go
known by the emcee's,
For rippin' thru tracks like epidemic disease,
And shout to J.C. cuz' he reigns supreme,
'n' party people out there know what I mean
it from me, Jack, you're sadly mistaken
A lot of record labels been tryin' to get the bacon
By makin' a brother into somethin' he is not and
You're
she's twenty-two, lives right on the dope track
Used to be fat now weighs less than a Tic-Tac
Now what's that say about, this big epidemic
This
cigarettes (SLAM!)
A thousand cigarettes up off the floor
Doin push-ups, all that bullshhhh
Yo I`m tryin to (SLAM!)
I just want to give a shout, to all
(dude)
Raised bars (uh), same song, we did it (yeah)
Hot sauce, pour it on all jams, explicit
Carry on, smoke strong, got your mama down with it (come
with the holy cross
Exotic niggaz blastin off to the Land of the Lost
If you can't see this
I recommend some school for the blind by Helen Keller
Big ups
the Arrival
Of a brand new beginning in an upward spiral
Hand picked by God in the land of facade
This country's at a crossroad, hold to the iron rod
Hate's
about
We got to blow up the spot, because they must have forget
We double (trouble) bubble (bubble) bubble (bubblin' hot)
Well it's like smack
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