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 your tensions tattoo'd to the That bitch looser the screws in my new gun and shit So your mula, pop medulla, get to suckin' and shit Wifing the bitch, push brigade out of they mamas her braids, living with mama for the rest of the days Ain't seen the space, shit, a young Fucking all the homies, bet her pussy spectacular She gon' stunt in these shades and buy a thousand lipstick had a motherfuckin' thousand dollar dick kiss? Well I did, hi that she swallowed hollow no brain, go insane, but she gon' stunt In letterman, in my letterman, in my letterman
See, pass the jungle, or...nah
2] You see my raps, became portraits of flow and gin [?] More annoyed than an [?] [?] block detergent, for common purpose They notice that I was soaking in the motion, devotion was not a notion Hoping that Lexis open for Fuck it I'm ducking, and off to New Zealand I'm wheeling, dealing, Pop and I'm feeling like villain
Ah, fuck your feelings, nigga Uh uh, aye, jah jah jah Fucking to your head All you dead, uh Haha, we don't play that Basically, you a g, basic bitch, haha Ha-ha, dutty, dutty No doubt, so dutty, dutty Uh-huh, nigga's peaked, uh, haha Rest in peace to your mama, the drummer, ha I a llama, ha, teacher, yuh