Jah, Jah, Jah (ha, ha) See me, pass jungle (sniff) You can't, see
1] It's the of your bitch She attention and dimension the shit She got tensions tattoo'd to the brim That bitch than the screws in my new gun and shit So take your mula, pop medulla, get to and shit the bitch, mistakes push brigade out of they mamas Doing her braids, living mama for the rest of the days Ain't seen the space, shit, a young Fucking all the homies, bet her pussy spectacular She stunt in these shades and buy a thousand dollar lipstick Ever had a motherfuckin' thousand dollar kiss? I did, hi kids that she swallowed Head no brain, go insane, but she gon' stunt In letterman, in my letterman, in my letterman
See, Can't the jungle, or...nah
2] You see my raps, became portraits of flow and gin [?] More annoyed an orphan [?] [?] detergent, merging for common purpose They that I was soaking in lotion Running the motion, was not a notion that Lexis open for fucking Fuck it I'm ducking, and jumping off to New I'm wheeling, dealing, Pop and I'm feeling like villain
Ah, fuck feelings, young nigga Uh uh, aye, jah jah jah Fucking close to head All you dead, uh Haha, we don't play that Basically, you a basic g, bitch, haha Ha-ha, dutty, dutty No doubt, It's so dutty, Uh-huh, This nigga's peaked, uh, Rest in to your mama, with the drummer, ha I a llama, ha, teacher, yuh