Intro. My high hat connected to the snur drum. and my snur drum connected to the kick drum. and my kick drum connected to the beat drum. and my beat drum connected to the bass.
I put my life in my words. Then i put my words in my life. Sacrificing my arm. I guess its part of my life. Even if i don't write. And i do it all in my mind.
(this some real shit). Uhh, Drift off, to a place you wanna be. . I, I, I wanna go back to my mansion. Not the one in Cleveland,. the one in the Hamptons.
(Hook break). . (Hook). What ya gonna do when the boys come?. Not in edge of Fandora. And they want war. And the rappin' will fill you hot. Like a cock.
uhh. Slab E-N-T Boyyy. yea. Chip the Rip. ummm-hmmmm. . [verse 1]. bitch i feel good don't i look stupendous. my shine is so endless and shit too good to end this.
(verse 1). I never once said F*** grime,. the clock kept ticking i just moved with the times.. im smarter thats why i do better,. so dont act clever,.
[Chingy]. What's up y'all?. It's Chingy slot a lot in the house. We got Jackpot The Pimp in the back. We came herre today to address a certain issue. That all you young playas need to know about, for real.
Hi world, what's poppin'?. Tryna fight the game, they just cock blockin'. Aiming for the top and I am not stopping. They gassed up and I'm balloon poppin'.
Hey, whats goin' on y'all?. . Its your main man, Jackpot The Pimp once again.. . Did you miss me? Hope not.. . I've just been pan-handling makin' these hoes walk backwards to the track to get my stacks or get smacked and my pimpin',.
You know we flying high. (Ay, oh, ay). I got 'em singing like. (Ay, oh, ay). . Ten bottles today man. Let's drink to and spray 8. Yep, all over the damn place.
Hey wassup! With the ladies and gentlemen this evenin'. You dig? I'm Jackpot the Pimp steppin' in for a minute screamin at y'all. You dig? The one that taught the mac how to mac.
Clean every day mi wake up. Chain pon mi neck a Jacob. Every gyal a mad, said dem want di god. Tell dem say de stulla, I never cake up. . Clean every day mi wake up.
I rhyme, rhyme, that's why I shine, shine. And you can roll anyone of my shows. No lights in my bag, no eye sight. I gotta keep on ryhmin', man, so I keep on shinin', man.
(Woo!) Put your hands up {*2X*}. ("Deep cause the whole St. Louis is ridin wit me"}. And uhh {"Cause the whole St. Louis is ridin wit me"}. (Woo!) Put your hands up! {*2X*}.
(chorus). they say they like my ink, I say that Im flattered,. they ask me where I been I say I been getting tatted. they say they like my ink, I say that Im flattered,.
Getting wasted all this pressure on my head. Mind playing tricks think I'm going crazy. Baby mama mean time homies frorm her past call her. Nigga on the grind but they think a nigga balling all this pressure on my head.
Dear Dad, I know your having problems with Marge. But as long as I am living with her. She can't bring another man in that yard. And I know that you say that I'm too street.
I, I love the colorful clothes you wear. And the way the sunlight plays upon your hair. I hear the sound of a gentle rain. On the wind that lifts her perfume through the air.
Hey, hey, hey, hey. Dear. . I love music, baby, there goes the kiss. Because she's my lady. But everybody wants to try me lately. So I'm easin' off the bus an' pedal biking lately.