Lyrics:
in the face of stormy weather
Summer coming soon so back'em down
Well I got 5 on it when the 210 splits
Right side get the pits left side get
can find me on the
Coast drinkin' port wine cousin
I leave the crib to the J-O
Hat tipped, eyes stay low, Williams
On the pay roll, lady
She said her
Braintax:
You know it's truthful when you hear me
Real name J Christie, born '73
Deep down I'm probably just like you
Deep down you're probably just
ain't no punk
Dougie D so thoed, and they already know
The Trae and the J Z-Ro, by bo
Got a kin folk raw, that be gripping a gun
I got a king folk
and the backseat
holdin a grip of chips while I smoke a fat J
comin up out the West Coast where the gangstas and the ballers stay
(hell yeah) stoppin and hoppin
lookin' for a chance to kick it wit' you,
spit some game or maybe exchange digits wit' you.
The one that could say I missed you J she smiled and said
"I
This is a RJ-D2, Justus League production
Brought to you by Phonte, DJ Flash
Rapper Big Pooh and
Sick fluin' you, breakin niggas
Electric Boogalo,
trying to hold tills to
Uncle Walk man the whole family missing you
See can't no body held it down like you do
I'm getting money DJ Unk yo' nephew
shoes
We be walking like giants do
Stephen Hawkings I be wheeling it back
Like D.J. True
Justice when I touch it
My mic is not in your budget
You can
Marcus J on all the beats now (Ayy, ayy)
Ayy, ayy, ayy ayy
Yeah, Yavo and lil' Petty, Yavo ayy (Ayy)
Fuck with my Glock, that's safe sex, ayy
Stuck in a maze
I lead the way like a maze runner
Cash money moves
Number 1 stunna
Stay on the move
Got shit to prove
I cannot lose
Foot on they neck
No
the chosen one all along
Niggas already made it if you let these niggas tell it
Stack them racks up steady for that solid gold presi
I ain't bussin down no
Bow (Ah)
Yo (Ah)
Uh, yeah, it’s goin' the fuck down
Yo
Yo
Niggas still sleepin'
Niggas still sleepin'
Niggas still sleepin'
Niggas still sleepin'
I
the molly in his hydro
I can't close my eyes I'm going 90 down the freeway
Big ol' truck got breathing room last night I had a threeway
In the backseat
rhymes sharper than a pair of blades But this hustle can get darker than a pair of shades
Back to the future with Michael J. Fox We stay Marty McFly all
all love, but arms ready
All my life I had to stay low
No chance for a nigga to save peso
Or slow dance with death or hate
They like the same song,
tacos they'll make you fart
******[chingo bling]
Una orden de taco
And a nalga de j-lo
We can have it my spot
You got tha money to say so
Pull up to tha
the beats and rats
'Cause I refuse to bust gatts
And wather down my raps
To get me caught up in a trap
And set me years back. Fuck that!
[Mos Def:]
A time for uprooted that which was planted
A time for killin'
A time for healin'
A time for knockin' down
A time for buildin'
A time for tears
A time
[J-Zone]
Mr. President congratulations on inauguration
I'm here with advice to run a nation
To satisfy the rich and be up for re-election
So i
this time I grab my nine just in case I gotta tear up
Hard times all around
Still I'm surrounded by the stress but I don't never let it keep me down
Make
niggaz ' All City 'n shit!
Word up! Yo Mega, Fuck Dat!
Rip that Brooklyn shit nigga!
[J. Mega, (Fredro Starr)]
What? What? What? What? What? What?
Ay J, you know blud
Like Adz would say, "Ya'know I'm sayin?"
Daily Duppy
(FaNaTiX) yo
How long I been rappin'? Chip been snappin'
Diss me, I
you not where you from
Where you at? Cee landin’ otherside of the rock
Where I be blazin’ e’ry day, down on the side where I walk
On my path to make
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