- Jeru the Damaja Seinfeld 歌詞
- Jeru the Damaja
- Ham hops, crack rocks, ooo-wops, cell blocks
Biscuits, gravy, smothered pork chops
Big diamond bracelets, mad lootin drug spots
High speed chases, robbiries, crooked cops
Bitches with fat asses, no brain and drop top
Guess whos pregnant, so and so got shot
Benzes, blue and green contact lenses
Ya money, ya car and how live you and your mens is
Knowin who your friends is, millionaire dollar shoppin benjeses
Ya money how much them timbs is
In my roll, fuckin shit raw, gettin driz-niz
Me and ya dip, in the cut, blazin a bliz, she suckin my diz-nick
Cope plos and heron bricks
So many girls in this world, which one should
I pick?Shit is gettin thick, you better move quick
Rappers is mad gangsters, applying pressure like the heimlich
Dime chicks, that
I love to stick lick
Murderers, thieves, hustlers, pimps and tricks
Chorus 6XLalalalalalalalalalala
Rolex, fat checks, while sex in tecks
Bad hos, corresing my chest, sippin the
BecksBurning ls in your projects, whats next
Its the first of the month, go get those welfare checks
Crazy connects, pushing a
Lex, suckin on breasts
Sleep all day, all night, fuck and duck the tech
Dibs, the ones that quickest to draws, the one that lives
Makin moves like a chess wiz, gotta feed my eight kids
My niggas in the ghetto, know what time it is
I need deep and pussy pampers, cribs and bibs
Day to day, is how a nigga lives
Nothings what a nigga is
So he ends up in pri-
Zon, I think ya pussyso go get ya son
Tough ass rappers, crazy talk no action
Got freaky stunts, bring some
Makin all
Queens in my kingdom
Eighty niggas cant get a crumb
Dizzy broads with dope bodies, a dime a dozen
Bottom line the pussy bangin, itll make me cum
Chorus 6XJagaurs, strip bars, ghetto supastar
Me and ya pussy out on the road, whippin ya car
Im takin off her bra, she gettin bucked baby pa
Look new, but true, fuck like a pro likes action
No camera, co reck it and leave a scar
Niggas is fake and rough, but sleep like spar
To cuss, bust, dutch us and bringin the ruckus
Money makin brothers wanna fight and fuss
Cruisin out my flesh light, plus make playas look ridiculous
Trying hard, but cant stop the bumrush
Sun trust, all the temples
I crush, ya must back up
Spontaneous combustion
Forty five freaks inside my dungeon
When I get paid
I want it in alumson
Lick a shot and cause pandemonium
Crazy niggas in jail or the insane asylum
Brooklyn Brooklyn is where
Im fromThree minutes and some change and
I still aint say none
Chorus 6X
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