an asshole in the class role Now I?m a sick nigger like a bad cold Mister unforgettable Nat Cole You can?t witness none of it from the back role Nigger
nice guy role [Incomprehensible] 'Cause every since I was an infant, I was different Paid no attention to my moms when she ripped it I was a hardheaded mother-eff, but had to step 'Cause she hit
all the cars, da-dunna-dunna Every time we hit 'em they different broads, da-dunna-dunna Now y'all ain't ready I'm the jumping in the Jumping Jack Flash
're nothing but a mark I bet you get your ass kicked hanging at the park, bitch You'd better watch your back Before you get jacked by a nigga with a
I had was game I started makin' money and knew things would change Bought a Benz, thought it might earn respect But the OPD found it hard to accept I got jacked
gotta roll Speak the mega cool, get funky as a goal It's calm, relax, we're only some new jacks That acts from the funk But don't play the role Where
hot thing and you're my hot thing Word, somebody like a flick, it got surprisin' twists I write the script, the main character, your thighs and hips Award for best supportin' role
, but keep your eyes open.. 1,2,3,4! Verse 1: (Moka Only) I'm psycho-sematic, you might know the static, that automatically comes when we hit these
imma walk or ride I slide up and put the barrel to her neck and scoot bitch Im driveing and were in pursuit of your loot bitch Im dirty wicked for the bank roles
ignores me It's like, I aint trippin y'all Just sippin more and sippin hard I cook it soft I cut it raw I hit the block and flip it all I been locked
church Is the curse of these hideous witches Hittin' hoes wit, 44?s and four by fours wit the pain of a figure four Wounds hit you like a hit will blow
it down into cruise control And still rule the role Never stuckin' on a one speed dick shift in a stick shift I am not them dudes Is not a jack rabbit
and wanna try to jack 'Cause when your pockets is fat It seems like all the haters and hood-rats want to attack And when the park close we hit the liquor
a rat in disguise I see the freak in you eyes You got between your thighs from fuckin' to many guys And yet still you play the sweet role but we know
, you know them bitches got a MAC Back to the back of the 'Lac incase them pussy niggas wanna jack Know I keep that .45, turn you into Cabbage Patch Hit
thousand, jack pot Call my block gravel, it's mad rocks I'm the owner of the team, fuck the mascot Sucking mad cock, 650 rag top Damn, don't get hit
swear to God it feel like death is fucking callin' me But naw you wouldn't understand I swear to God it feel like death is fucking callin' me Ayo hit
brown, Some fools lay it down, then act a clown, Call me sousa, I toss a, bird in a matter of minutes, You want an ounce? gimme your number and then hit