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My man JoJo got a on fed photo
So he gotta get out of Atlanta hit
Baby say he been selfish, he like "so ho?"
he picked up the cell phone called his old ho
She him to the airport, hit him with some bread
Parked in the deck, then hit him some head
Hit the counter the fake ID and the ticket
The old man little suspicious but he hit him a fifty
Hit him with a hundred, hit him the "Shhh..."
The old man the ticket and he went like "Shhh..."
Then he hit him the smile, and he hit him with the wink
And hit the bathroom, JoJo hit the sink
Cold water, had to on the face
His iPod Snoop "Murder was the Case"
Oh shit, to his left, Ghostface
"Peace God, Peace God, where's Rae?"
"Think he had down in M.I.A today"
Ghost him "nice Wallies"
then out on his way
Now it's back to reality, say:
gotta make it to that side of the gate
He moves out the bathroom with haste
And it's a long line, a while before the gates
And it's an old lady Jo the evil eye
Mad cause she see him cutting spaces in
Back in line spot Ivy
Girl from the hood that he from NYC
TSA so she cleared him on the ID
Before he go through X-ray he off his shades
Taking off his jacket, arm out the
Reached in his pocket, oh shit got
He made it this far, whats Jo to do?
So he stuffed it in his
And he walked right through (He walked through?)
He walked right
Then the TSA say "She pointing at you."
The old that had seen Jo cut line
to a officer and tried to drop dime
But Ivy wasn't having that, to the copper
Told him that the old lady's ID proper
Now the old lady getting treated like a
Cop got his hand her grey pubic hair it is
After though she gonna have to see a therapist
JoJo found the hilarious
Threw the old lady's deuces, heading to the
A, headed to his plane
Arrived on time, they called the class
Upgraded ticket took a more cash
relieved, hes almost free
Can't to land in the NYC
Seat belts on, seat up
Triple of Seagram's in JoJo's cup
A too much he felt the stewardess up
She "Stop, sir!", he looks like "What?"
a big tip then he headed to the bathroom
When he got there her "Hey, it has room"
Turned the bathroom into a
She was hitting lines he was hitting behind
Look up in the mirror saw Ghost time
"Peace god, pardon god, I see ya Wis'
Lean toward the cause I gotta talk biz"
Ghostface him only 20 to LaGuardia
When you get there a car you to Astoria
You don't want the alphabet on call
So tell the to make a wheelchair call
Wheelchair came, plane
couple old folks and they canes
Exiting the door he seen a dog walking
dump the weed, nowhere to go
Turns out the dog sniffed out that
Good thing the stewardess a ho
they bumrushed the bitch
And threw her ass to the
Jo the wheelchair boy "Let's go!"
And Jo got that's how the story go