Lyrics:
Look like Janet Jackson
That bitch came over lookin'
More like Freddie Jackson
Nah, nah, nah, baby
Won't be no time for no action
I'm just gon' play this
for us to separate
The strong from the weak
Gangsta real shit from beginning to the end
(Nas to QB) , Boston Made Men (What?)
Fuck around lay around
talk to jakes
Yeah, run up in his place, I'm like wheres the fucking cake
You know shorty be romantic, I aint talkin bout a date
Man I bought my drip
who met me still could forget me
If I don't get all my fucking dough
Y'all gonna see more fights and spits then the Jerry Springer show
Cause I'm
take what is yours and tell them you want more
Rule number five: don't be a bad guy, unless you want to end up in homicide
Rule number six: watch your
man
That's what we do, man, bubblegum, chew, man
Other than that, catch me gettin' some bread
When you see my billboards, I be (what? Yessir)
I
Ain't it funny? Rumors fly
And I know you heard about me
So hey let's be friends
I'm dyin' to see how this one ends
Grab your passport and my hand
I can
see me
John Jackson in action on ya TV
In the bay on the way to Marin county court house
To negotiate a deal, we gonna get George out
Walk in
on the grind and don't catch no case
Bitches, that's what you always be
Like the other young bitches that try to get with me
I run all up in it but this ain't
look good in white
I'm gonna be ready this time
Oh yeah
Ready, ready, ready, ready, ready to run
All I'm ready to do is have some fun
What's all
It's that time of year again
Y'all gon' be like, "Why this nigga startin' off like that?"
Disrespectful
Rap Up 2019
(Great John on the beat, by
problems of her own
Nigga, you supposed to be grown
I agree, I try to be the man I'm 'posed to be
But negativity is all you seem to ever see
I admit,
problems of her own
Nigga, you supposed to be grown
I agree, I try to be the man I'm 'posed to be
But negativity is all you seem to ever see
I admit,
gonna get me back
For fighting to see my son and 3 weeks
Later you’re on camera doing an
Interview about "your truth"
Interesting timing do what you
Want
the norm
I'm gonna take the world by storm, just give this one listen more
If you ain't pick up what I said, you ain't really about it
This ain't slinging
shit
Like having to cut loose ends that were once friends
Cause they don't wanna be leaders, but wanna follow trends
And I gotta make ends meet
In a city
Everest
We don't bow down to no terrorists
So why we gonna kneel for the politicians
When we see 'em going on so treacherous
Hey, them man they be
clearer to see
You not a goblin Goodz it's about a dollar
Niggas could beat ya collar
But out here robbin' (Robin) Hoods
You got it good, niggas can't be
~CHOURUS~
Calling me at Jackson St.
Thats where I learned how to sell my weed
A half a block from there is the A.S.T
that's where all my hustlers be
A Street
never be slayed or confined to a grave
Math key fade
What that means you were played
My exit was in the first Act
Covered up by authorities
Beguiled
I'm in junior high with a c+ grade
At the end of the day I don't hit the arcade
I to school from my moms apartment
I got to tell these niggas
I'm never gonna change (never gonna change)
When the singer Rob calls the police on me
Y'all niggaz ran out and copped the CD
See what I
I'm never gonna change (never gonna change)
When the singer Rob calls the police on me
Y'all niggaz ran out and copped the CD
See what I
goes down?
What y'all gonna do? (Be real about it)
Communication breakdown it's a take down
Are you awake now or consumed
By a fake clown?
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