Lyrics:
I used to be in love with this bitch named E&J
Don't fuck with her no more now I fuck with Tanqueray
Tanqueray introduced me to her first cousin Gold
like cube,
Today is a good day
High when I wake
High how I stay
Put the blunt in rotation
I don't care which way
Pass the dutchie pon di left hand side
said jam-j-j-jam on it
As days turn to night and night turns to day
Whatever time it is I want to hear you say
(Jam on it) Jam on it
I said jam
(Listen all you fellas, give her good lovin')
(Listen all you fellas, the, the, kind she'd understand)
(Listen all you fellas, then you won't have
give it right back
They send it
Good riddance
Mine give it right back
When I ride
Hit you from the side
No drive by
Sky high
Snow glide
Just me
My weed
lightweight
I'm on my 13th oz, quite baked
you probably go to sleep, ya throat might ache
you off that good weed, you need a nice break
see I roll j's up all
on my 13th oz, quite baked
You probably go to sleep, ya throat might ache
You off that good weed, you need a nice break
See I roll J's up all day
I'm sick with them tools
Shit, that's why I'm kicked out of school
Fuck J's by da locker, come and holla, uhh
Out on my own, movin out with
everything
A friend of mine told me he saw you the other day
Said you was still lookin' good
Heh, made me feel kinda good, you know
Told me, told me that
old skools
Sure to be a night, making my own rules
Boy I see you out, wearing them J’s
There ain’t no doubt, these are new days
All about them Vans,
the good intensions
No pension
No sick pay
Do anything for a quick payday
New rims and some new J's
New nails, she got new braids
Diabetes drinking Kool Aid
the good intensions
No pension
No sick pay
Do anything for a quick payday
New rims and some new J's
New nails, she got new braids
Diabetes drinking Kool Aid
How can I be homophobic? I blew his fucking brains out
This Luger will send a Christian to Hell
Shorty looks so good I used her piss as Crab Boil
Gucci link looking like a CD on it
Ask my nigga Pharrell
Pull the cool J's out, and pass you niggas the L's, huh
It's just one of them days you
ain't a sticker butter head, we up the score by like six
We smokin' good gas, nigga on the corner that we shoot at
That's a new pack, and it's
Shit, tired of gettin shot at
Tired of gettin chased by the police and arrested
Niggaz need a spot where WE can kick it
A spot where WE belong,
Now I'm the Fresh Prince, and if you got good sense
You'll keep your distance, because my sole intent
Is to rock and shock the spot and give my
I'm gung ho
They sayin', "Girl, you ain't Jamaican, accents got to go"
And I say, "Hell no, hell no"
I got Jamaica in my lungs, it's that good hydro
xtra-large
Let 'em have it
Went out the house I think it was a Sunday
Nigga was runnin' with drop top drop havin' a fun-day
Kickin' it with my niggas
kush gon' get burnt up
Shit, the next day I'm at LAX
Uncle Tre' pulled up in a Camaro SS
Black on black, sitting on 23s
Bumping Rich Boy like, "Bitch
Game is back
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]
Public Enemy and N.W.A is on my boom box, had to say
Today was a good day, had the hood buzzin'
Ice Cube my
Glocks on his waste
Bitch we serve in the night and we serve in the day got a j on the way
Whip the dope up Betty Crocker boy we whip the dope like it's
shooting guns fantasizing
fascinated by gold rope chains
looking back at my hood days
but things aint changed
[chorus]
[Millenium Thug]
In my hood niggaz
""What If I Told You I Love You""
(M. Finney, J. Stringfellow)
Put that needle on that record man
It's something good for the soul
Something you all
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