the sex Like to exercise one a week, say fuck it the next Like to write four whole songs, three skits a day Talk shit with Tyrina and do hits with J
make you feel special Man it's easy to see you special to me Weather we lovers or friends we'll always be I want you to know, your special L.A.X. to J.F
J and The Machete? We goin' upstairs, I hope one nigga is empty We walked in both of us looked like terrorists Masks on, second floor, Dunn yo, I handle
makin' it through Do your time, do your time, don't let your time do you To my brother Mikey Mike, stay up homie To my cuz J.B., stay up homie If you
F-cking Crazy, You F-cking Crazy (I heard that) You F-cking Crazy, You F-cking Crazy (I heard that) You F-cking Crazy, You F-cking Crazy (I heard that
mixtapes for years they prolly told you no way. Everybody know the truth bout what i did in the past like O.J. You in the way of the paper chase when
and good wine They say, "Dope is sour so it's homework and hood crimes" I stood mine, for forever and a day so goodbye They never could say tell 'em, J
I just want to spit man I don't need this grief [VERSE TWO] [HOST] I mean you got Will smith and jada Beck's and posh, j-low and Ben aflet, 50 and vivica
Brat-tat-tat-tat-tat-tat on that ass So, so, so funkdafied So, so, so funkdafied Open up, open up and let the funk flow in From this nigga named J
all white shirts until y'all look like dice But I'm through with all the talking time to show all you niggaz I 2-0, I'm like J-Lo going through niggaz
ah-ah) Brought to you by (Yeah) (ah-ah-ah-ah-ah) Frankie J (Yeah) (ah-ah-ah-ah-ah) (Chamillionaire) and Mannie F-f-f-f-fresh (Hold up, let's go) [Chamillionaire
Bet you never knew she toot yay and play with a gay crew OGs hate to make way for the new Young niggas want Polo ain?t f*cking with J Crew It?s safe
their own way f**k what he said No I won't be judged that way I'm owning the first class hooker shit F**k em if they can't handle it As if I care stay
's best for me And use the best of my discretion on my destiny And all during this phase, you expected straight A's I had F's, absences and thirty late
'll white shirts until ya'll look like dice/ but I'm through wit'all tha talkin' time to show all you n*ggas/ I-2-0/ I'm like J-Lo/ goin' through
They say "Dope is sour so it's homework and hood crimes" I stood mine, for forever and a day so goodbye They never could say - tell 'em, J [Chorus] [
blocks Plottin to juice her for that rock Kurupt copped What Jigga just sold like 4 mil? He got somethin to live for Don't want no nigga puttin four thru that Bentley Coupe door I'll man handle
