Lyrics:
He gets up early about seven o'clock,
The alarm goes off and then the house starts to rock.
In and out of the bathroom by seven-o-three,
By
rounds
Got some niggas who boosting the rate
If you run up on me then they gun you down
And everyone round me been fake
So only my day ones can come around
no money by the end of the weekend
But they don't care cause their life is a movie
Starring Louis V, paid for by yours truly,
Truthfully, it's
love
Always from the jump
I'm gone off the Dusse by myself
I'm gone off the Dusse by myself
I'm gone off the Dusse by myself
I'm gone off the Dusse by
And I'm happy by the way
That I made that jump, that leap of faith
I'm happy that it all worked out for me
I'ma make my fans so proud of me (oh)
I
with a silver spoon
Gonna jump around like I own the moon
Hard-nosed, blinded, deaf penny loafer
Cremation done by the sun
Tasteless bigot sandwich
All my Dade County Chevy boys, who drive candy toys and tolt guns galore
And treat the Hummer like a Tonka toy
Got shit you niggaz ain't seen before
"I am pleased, to have the opportunity to discuss,
Your new gun with you."
[J-Dee]
I heard you had beef on your block
So you bought you
know who I be
Check it ...
I got that shit all you niggas just love to ride to
Funk for your trunk is what I provide you
So slide through your hood
to jump
Shiro knows she's pissed, he's preparing for a brunt
As soon as she reaches, she starts to attack
Her brother makes it clear that he's not
poach the folklore. Jump guns through the 9th gate. Jump guns like a noon 6 burner lit up on the 9th pace. Even set among a portion conformed to the blind
You can get judged by the ones you keep company
I'm asking to die if I don't gotta gun with me
You asking me why like you knew they would come from me
went, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
It ain't my fault your ass is on the asphalt ('phalt)
Got your chin touched by my fam who though you brought harm, you see
Macadocious to the most brown sex and slim,
State of uptrends, known for making divedends
And millions my people jump, jump, jump, jump.
Who chose to be
up
And my tennis ball is stuffed with enough work to fill a tea cup
He opened up his jacket
I opened up my packet
He pulled out his money
I'm pullin'
in my throat and my nose in a substance
Live by the code, but I die by this life of destruction
Who me? Eyes bleed OZ's
Top shelf ooh wee, last pack
county chevy boys, who drive candy toys and tolt guns galore
And treat the hummer like a tonka toy
Got shit you niggaz ain't seen before
Boom!! it's
From dah rifle yah lift up!
See dem start fi kick up and piss up and shit up
(Dawg) one gun shot buss yuh kneecap
Who nuh ketch heart attack see
really mearnt this game nhyese bia yepese yegye yedin
Naa that shit be sloww
Atanfo a,monpe masem i'm holding my gun me bo mu twuo
Me cocoa season nu ba
the roto
Couldn't take the photo
Cause security was loco
Blast at hoco
Bouncing like a yo-yo
Play her like the oboe
Take her home and get the cocoa
Sloppy
Playground
You might get lost and not found
By the players and the pimps and the vultures and hounds
Shots in the back lot of my building somebody's
want to jump the gun
I ain't know how many niggas was humping hon
I said "I never seen a face like yours before"
And I been around some cute whores
fucker reality show ho
Living in Big Brotha while Gutta in Soco loco
With cocoa by Woolco Accapulco
Gold till popo
Home from bing the favors were countless
Multiply simple logic
It's rules you can follow
If Dre ain't motivation, I don't know who is
Gift and a curse, maybe them shoes is too big
Or maybe I'm too
Discuss these who jump the gun by cocoa tea Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In