Lyrics:
season
The gangsta's back, the bank is fat
The gangsta mac in a gangsta 'Lac
Hmm, fools be like, ?Break off some cheese?
Friends and enemies, oh ***
lighting up like PEECO
Word to my homies locked
"free my nigga Reek" flow
We go, anywhere I wanna, it's my ego
Jewelry on and off, all I know is ball
we can't see y'all, who are you?
(who are you?)
Spit it's your turn jack do what ya do
(Currensy)
Mack still spitting like he new and improved
(Mack
what the frost in it
SL be the coupe, roof off the drop
Neck out the top look at me, Jack in the Box
You acting a lot - you ain’t Big
You ain’t Pac
freak girl told me now she's a Christian
My white girl wanna move back to Michigan
I'm pullin' girls off the bench
Like a 6th man
I'm in the club pullin'
the ceiling
Or else I'll tear up this town
Now I gotta cut
Loose, footloose
Kick off my Sunday shoes
Please, Louise
Pull me offa my knees
Jack, get back
C'mon
that grows
Between the concrete
I call her hot sauce
Dental floss
She's the type to set it off
It's cheaper to keep her
But if you leave her
Then you're
Got to tell you true, I got to tell you true
Oh brother Jack, you goin' with sister Sadie
When you ought to be home with your old lady
But your
on your dancing shoes
Put on your dancing shoes
And dance away your blues
Umm-mm, yeah-yeah
A friend of mine had an accident
Laughed so hard, off
had an accident
Laughed so hard off the wall he went
Humpty dumpty was his name
I guess you've heard the same
He was a lying on the ground
A bits
Metro phone, chrome kit beaming all off your dome.
But like a sucker, yeah, you looked the other way
That's how I knew you're on my dick kid, but
Jack
Nine mills to gap for a punk suck new jack
I must stay focus and keep my mind open
The world's mass confusion, there mad guns smoking
For
with the fresh dipped gear
I start to show off, with throw your hands in the air
Because the older I get, the harder I kick
Usin my rap-fu style from
The employees of the year, yeah we're back to work
I took time off, while all the rappers got jerked
Due to the fact that they're whack and their
The employees of the year, yeah we're back to work
I took time off, while all the rappers got jerked
Due to the fact that they're whack and their
Uh, yeah, nigga it’s Benny, yo
I’ma squeeze the juice out you niggas
Yo, look
I don’t regret the homies I cut
Off or the bitches I cancelled
A blade
He's a bit too sharp
Too quick off the mark
A regular knife drawer Jack
Too nice for too long
Then, too nasty too quickly
As soon as you turn
comes to West Coast underground,
Lootpack's enlisted yearly
Ya best be concerned if you heard that I said I
It's confirmed Jack must return like Jedi
"You out there? Louder!
Well clap your hands to what he's doing
On tempo Jack"
NYC gave you the ball, so how you gonna hate us?
We creators
gave me that check today
Took that shit to the jacks, empower the hittas
I'm Crenshaw at Fatburger, fuckin' with Nipsey
And I bet you I'm rockin' my
out of central bullets
County jails and the lock downs up north
Said I should have it if Scarface pass the torch
Thats how they feel Jack, built much
lazy lyricists in bloody pools
Went away, came back, your still wack
Now your slobbing Marley's knob for a dope track
Coming off like a bra and it's
[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
to get off the muscle
You can't flex without a muscle
Them jack boys a try to touch u
Keep a shooter
Near me trust him
Play me wrong
And they gon bus ya
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