Lyrics:
you when they man is gone
These niggaz ramblin on about the paper that they getting stop it
I got more money than you in my little pocket
Yeah I'm
love trouble
Start wisperin wit ya hands wide open, watchin you huddle
Big every down
Everybody got guns, let 'em ring
You fuckin wit me, let's all
dinner plate
I cant do this shit all by myself I need somebody just like me
I know they gone judge my cover always smell like weed
You know I like that
the back, catchin' the batter on pace
I hit the corner, jump in the splash, feed your water on me
I feel like I'm gonna get out my way, fuck you, I'm makin'
don't want to hear my side
But you believin' that bitch
You makin' my nerves bad I need to smoke me a jo'
'cause I know y'all ain't even thinkin' 'bout
and grinned at me and said
"Ninety days, Jerry, when you hot, you hot"
'n' I said "Thanks a lot"
When you're hot, you're hot
And when you're not,
Yeah I'm a bad boy but a child of God, call me a devotee
Did my morning prayers then took your girl on a shopping spree
I be loved by ladies, I'm
tough act? Uh
While you out in the field
You should thank all the blockers that helped with your run backs
Here's a map to your start, you should come
I'll forget
You've all betrayed me)
Us fine? We're not, little liar
Fuckin' liar, set him on fire
(You're fucked)
Burn your house down, bitch, I'm
know you can't take it from me
See, I'm not a fool, I took my tool out my top drawer
and bustin moves with the Groove, check it out
Chorus
[Taste]
Yo
yo shit is boring
Different dimension bars, spit that Rick & Morty
Y'all a bunch of Jerry's & yo raps is dummer
My shit hotter than July like "Fuck you
(but you gay gay)
That tranny woulda popped out
Like, "Hey Cass', remember me?"
I don't know if y'all know this
But it's a lot of gay niggas in
hope that you remember me
Rise to the top
Whole team gon’ eat
Good karma all around we don’t eat no beef
Came from the gutter let me speak my peace
Keep
(This story was told to me by Jerry Clover at the 1971 discjockey convention
I told Jerry I's gonna write a song about it
My brother Hillman gonna
on the block and be a stranger find out what we do (pull up)
Too many demons in my head and that's what's wrong wimme (i swea)
All this act should've made me
I’m here to stop all that and more than a Tom cat
Cus Jerry beat Tom and a Jerry’s a dumb ass
Enough crap snap back to my lil lesson
You can’t test me
best step back 'cause I'mma kill, I'ma kill
So, what you thinking, Mr. Raggedy man?
Doing all you can to look like Raggedy Ann
Check you out, punk,
best step back 'cause I'mma kill, I'ma kill
So, what you thinking, Mr. Raggedy man?
Doing all you can to look like Raggedy Ann
Check you out, punk,
by the hour and time flyin'
I just took me a shower, 'cause I'm lyin'
'Round the dirty money, nigga, I'm Zion
Get up, there's no one as high as I am
the snappin'
Of the pictures and the carpets and the fake hands clappin'
And the "should've been me's" in all the afterparties acting
Like you having a good
And my nigga J.C., just to sum it all up
Took a nigga out the struggle, helped me build my funds up
Protected by some guerillas, that'll raise they guns
you jerry-curl suckers wearin' high-heel boots
Like ballerinas, what I mean is you're a fruit-loop troop
All you gonna-be(s), want to-be(s), when will
a second, make your DJ look blind
So all you jerry-curl suckers wearin' high-heel boots
Like ballerinas, what I mean is you're a fruit-loop troop
All you
a second, make your DJ look blind
So all you jerry-curl suckers wearin' high-heel boots
Like ballerinas, what I mean is you're a fruit-loop troop
All you
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