#jetsgo Lyrics - Weekend At Bernie's - Curren$y

Yea. yea.yea 

Aint nothing... to the next life 

Fool aint nothing changed 

Roll something up mama 

We fucked up 

Make sure of it . 

(First) 

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Uhhh. 

Never will it stop 

Crate motors with Triple Digit Blocks 

You wanna race I'll leave you by a couple blocks 

Blow the doors off, break the mothafuckin' locks 

Nigga you know my Steez' 

Spitta Andretti, Pedal foot heavy you know I speed 

Minus the busing, Keano Reeves 

Twistin them Fern-gully trees, Bitch breathe 

Your man smokin good, I'm smoking great 

T-H-C, Tony the Tiger certified these flakes 

Murcielago green, just scored that Ferrari 

But I still got them Lamborghini dreams 

Confetti fall from the ceiling to the floor 

The JETS step through the door issue them awards 

Your hoes Hot-For-Me-Type, tissue to their draws 

You mad Upset, Me and your girl just up on the set 

Playin Black Ops, let her drive my Chevy-Box to the corner store 

Rockin Adidas flip-flops, and some J-Crew 

Argyle socks, now watch them speed bumps 

Love don't fuck my rims up 

Maybe well stick with you, put you on the Team Official 

But Jet Misses never tell a Jet business 

Thats how we do it big enough, for us to live in it 

Them other fools playing wit it, Blind Rhyming saying they did it 

Shame on them niggas, you come through the set, 

But never bring them withcha 

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Yea though, the Vet flow, Best smoke, 

Collecting dough, adhering the Jet Code 

And the Trill know the Jet Code, We Jets though 

Snatch your bitches, bring em everywhere you cant go 

Yea Doe pound sign #JetsGO 

Nigga, Yea Doe pound sign #JetsGO 

Bitch, Yea Doe pound sign #JetsGO 

Collecting dough, adhering the Jet Code 

(Second) 

Now I just wanna fuck mad bitches, for all the days I never 

On second thought, I always had em though 

But now they look better, and quicker to be down for whatever 

Like me, her and her home-girl together 

Changing the weather, by the chop of the Cessna Propellers 

We landed on the water, the game that I taught her 

Got her showing me the Louie that these Duck niggas bought her 

Its a game to us, we just hang and fuck 

While she swipe your credit cards on Dispensary Pot Jars 

I'm laid up, calling the front desk, tell them to send the maid up 

While we play the terrace and blaze up 

These detailed lyrics is far to intricate to be made up 

Not pimping, what you gave her 

Was an inch, she took her foot and kicked you in the ass with it 

The Famous story of Mike Tyson and Robbin Givens 

The Biggest niggas get beat Senseless by little women 

Look at Sam Raw-stein, he gave his whole world to Ginger 

Even these bosses be slippin, I catch that 

Try to be more Flawless wit it, Calculated king of the city 

Christopher Walkin wit it, I admire his Empire, as did as Biggie 

Machine Gun Fonk, out of the Bowls 

Bubble Kush & Hindu Skunk previously rolled 

You know the game CHUMP your chick chose 

Better luck next time Captain Save her 

Jets, Drugs, and Paper 

Sex, Sport Cars and Vacations... 

...Yea