Lyrics:
when I was 14
Kickin back in the trees
Westside if you please
And 436 west spruce was the spot
With me Wayne Mike Shot Nookie Slug,
tailed trying to wave your tailfeather
Jam as if your toe nails, were crammed all together
(Let’s go)
Eyes open, or eyes wide shut
Riding by eyeing on her
out, I'm the C-A-S-A-N, the O-V-A
And the rest is F-L-Y
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix
And these reasons I'll tell you why
You
get two tries
Die if you try to
You trippin' like a gangsta that's
Piru wearin' sky blue
I know a guy who hand missin'
Before a gram of rock to use
or Lac
Peak you as you been there and float to them raps
Butterfly's planets for the jam 8 Tracks
From the 90-tops with the twists and plaits
Look
out, I'm the C-A-S-A-N, the O-V-A
And the rest is F-L-Y
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix
And these reasons I'll tell you why
You
And rap and slap all the girls who came to dap
To the fact I get the 8-ball, or the jam
The earrings I wear are called dophins
Check the booty, yo its
And rap and slap all the girls who came to dap
To the fact I get the 8-ball, or the jam
The earrings I wear are called dophins
Check the booty, yo its
And rap and slap all the girls who came to dap
To the fact I get the 8-ball, or the jam
The earrings I wear are called dophins
Check the booty, yo its
back with your mama
You ain't never seen a grinder that grind the way I grind, huh?
Top of my drop still missin' as Osama
(Still breaking boys off,
get the 8-ball, or the jam
The earrings I wear are called dophins
Check the booty, yo it's kinda soft and
If you touch, you livin in a coffin(word
Strawberry Jam
Strawberry Jam
Strawberry Jam
If you play me your lullaby
I’ll try to sing along in time
But the words are just out of sight
And the notes
jam
Me and Diddy fam sorta like his right hand
I touch down like two-thirty
If i was on you, your hoe's and them cowards I'm'll do dirty
Still
Tell the DJ turn it up
Bet the DJ bring it back
Tell him play that shit again
Tell him that you like that, like that, oh!
(Trey, I ain't got but 2
away, and at last one day came a squaw with a story strange,
Of a long-deserted line of traps 'way back of the Bighorn range;
Of a little hut by
Grandma you okay grandma no gramgram slam jam grandma
Bobby Tar went to Hollywood and became a movie star
He transferred from music and threw away his
the selector?
Does he come correct in your sector?
Indoors or an outside jam
Can I get it if ya understand?
Verse 2
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As I exit stage right, lookin'
a motherfuckin' bum
'Cause when it came to profit, son I really wasn't gettin' none
The wilest motherfucker that you ever saw
They used to call me Petey
cousin caught a next shot
Out in yard, tryna line up a headshot
Flew back home tryna get it by the headlock
I was getting boxes, banging it in Z shots
'd do
If thirty thousand rioters came running after you?
And who would clean the sewers? Who'd mend my television?
Wouldn't people lay about without
made me sight
Just when I wanted you
A dream came true
Called love
I wanna hear your heart beat
Wanna feel what you need
Let me stay tonight by your
Poetic representin' from Queens
Socially I'm not a name, black and white got game
If you came to the jam, well I'm glad you came
See, nigga first was
But then you came along and gave me hope
You pulled me close and I started to float
You bring me back to life oh-oh
When I'm drowning in the dark,
Tell the DJ turn it up
Bet the DJ bring it back
Tell him play that shit again
Tell him that you like that, like that, oh!
(Trey, I ain't got but 2
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