Lyrics:
Yeah
Spice muthafuckin' One
Coolin' in Cali
Kickin' that gangsta shit
You get with it?
Hopped in my Blazer, mashed off and left a boy in his
him
Like he tryna bow
Big into, okay, yeah big into jacks
You can call me "Tronny Appleseed"
Tryna run off? I'ma point the
Shotty at yo feet i'm a real
the Jag'
And check her like Jack in the Box
I put Chanel, the lil' bitty bags all over all of the dots
Maybach came with the torch and the hatchback
can't get his props
Like for instance, when I cruise up the block
In my five sixty lampin' on my metro phone, chrome kit beamin' all off your dome.
But
me a freak jack-in-the-box, yeah I'll go on
A tight skirt and a tail makin crazy mail
In living colour, gumbo from my mother
Roller coaster, toast,
the crew but first one to get up in em
I straight up skin em like wolves
I wish you would have been
Fakin' jack and get ya whole hood hit
But it's
they call Shine
I'm waiting for Willie the Weeper to wake,
Waiting for the world to begin
I'm off to market with an old straw basket singing
[Dr. Dre]
Check this out, we've come to the last and final record
This is Dr. Dre in full effect and we gonna kick it off a little some this like
Nikes ganz in weiß, Mille, Mille, Mille
Jack auf Eis, so soll's sein, fünf Promille-mille
Wenn ich scheiß', mach' ich drei Mille, Mille, Mille
Dirty
would insist that we cannot
Be happy until we are pissed off our ass!
Day by day they take our freedom
Who the hell gives them the right?
Hold your
a swag jenom max, ne kvantum
Hold up, wake up, wake up - čůzu mám radši bez makeup
Netuším co znamená mít days off, na ruce ice, ne seiko
Neděláš co říkáš,
myself and Jack
Ain't that hard not wantin' you back
Even if you were the only (oh, oh-oh-oh)
I'd rather be, I'd rather be
I'd rather be lonely
I'm a true mother fucker, I'm just tryna make my bread and butter off of this shit
Man it's no wonder that my hungers always drivin' me
This undeniably
stuck on the block, I woke up off a Perc
Sick of duckin' the cops
The money only made it worse
Money only made it worse
I just bought my bitch a purse
the price
Three town homes in Delaware
Uh tomato Porsche lookin' like tomato sauce
Hip hop hooray I got to get
That ya yo off
That's blocks to the ave,
and they're screamin' at me
What is the deal to turn off the TV?
"Go ask your mother and quietly, your daddy is ill"
There he is-Cousin Jack
You got
Who want to come test, lick the sweat from my genitals
We can get off the mic and get a little physical
I was born to rock since they cut my umbilical
Ooh ooh
Flashin' *belches*
Ooh
I'm goin' off that Boyd dog through Purina Chow Chow
Pow Pow hot lead on a nigga head
Chest out never understood
a loss
So I spit like I feel it and dust your junky ass off
[Chorus, Repeat 3X:]
I break 'em off
I break 'em all off
[Verse 2: ]
I got
No need to adjust your system
This song call it Jack Herer, cause a hit strong
Fist pump, Rebel on the set make your bitch jump
Doubt me get in
Off that sticky you walk up to blow
I swear ain't nothin' better there
That's why we all take our hats off to you
The one Blood
Come to my hood,
the left
No autopsy necessary, determined the cause of death
Six shots across the chest should explain his loss of breath
Skin peeled off your flesh, I
]
Good times good times [we can have a good time..
we havin' a big celebration]
We could take some stress off our chest
Yo Check my
Good times, good times [we can have a good time..
we havin' a big celebration]
We could take some stress off our chest
Yo, Check my philosophy -
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