Go Cop Whateva Lyrics - Jack Of All Trades - The Jacka

one first there's not a safety on my gun 

For the safety of my daughter and my son 

Who gotta father on the run 

Still hustlin 

Gotta leave em with something 

Still young and thuggin 

Bustin hammers after a function 

Get that shit on camera 

Na dudes we gon be stuntin 

The boys come and roll da window up 

Act like nutin 

We from the bay A R E A nigga 

We got straps smokin fat so don't roll with us 

If you scared of the high speed 

Or the ice streets 

So cold you need minks 

Racin niggas for pinks 

Watching tv seein AP gettin tatted on ink 

Who told me never sleep 

Matter fact never blink 

I'm always in to my neck but I never sink 

At the burl like young furl rest in peace 

That's the nigga get yo scrill 

Cause you are the streets 

Ya feel? 

Got weed coke hop whateva 

It's the game where crooks come together 

Get rich and go cop whateva 

It's the shit but don't cross me neva I don't think you like hanging round me 

I smoke too much 

Ain't scared to buss 

I jus poured the four in my cup 

All the hoes just trying to get fucked 

Seven trey cuts sittin way up 

I buss the scale then weigh it up 

Park in the cuts wait on jugs 

Wait for cause then wait on hus 

After that my day is up 

All day I'm with da shit 

Cranberry drippin off my whip 

Hit the liquor store for a fifth 

99 cent bag of chips 

P black drippin off that six 

Black g5 26 inch 

Rims under that bitch 

Sometimes I wonder why we rich 

And I pop bottles on the strip 

Smoking purp no matter what 

40 cals that knock out chunks 

Let my young niggas knock out chumps 

Ya them yung niggas knock out fronts 

And I'm standing there smokin blunts 

Could've stopped but fuck you punks 

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