Jeru The Damaja - Seinfeld - Sözleri

Ham hops, crack rocks, ooo-wops, cell blocks



Biscuits, gravy, smothered pork chops



Big diamond bracelets, mad lootin drug spots

High speed chases, robbiries, crooked cops





Bitches with fat asses, no brain and drop top

Guess who's pregnant, so and so got shot





Benzes, blue and green contact lenses





Ya money, ya car and how live you and your mens is

Knowin who your friends is, millionaire dollar shoppin benjeses



Ya money how much them timbs is



In my roll, fuckin shit raw, gettin driz-niz



Me and ya dip, in the cut, blazin a bliz, she suckin my diz-nick





Cope p'los and heron bricks

So many girls in this world, which one should I pick?



Shit is gettin thick, you better move quick



Rappers is mad gangsters, applying pressure like the heimlich



Dime chicks, that I love to stick lick





Murderers, thieves, hustlers, pimps and tricks





Chorus 6X



Lalalalalalalalalalala







Rolex, fat checks, while sex in tecks



Bad ho's, corresing my chest, sippin the Beck's



Burning l's in your projects, what's next



It's the first of the month, go get those welfare checks

Crazy connects, pushing a Lex, suckin on breasts



Sleep all day, all night, fuck and duck the tech





Dibs, the one's that quickest to draws, the one that lives





Makin moves like a chess wiz, gotta feed my eight kids

My niggas in the ghetto, know what time it is



I need deep and pussy pampers, cribs and bibs



Day to day, is how a nigga lives



Nothing's what a nigga is



So he ends up in pri-



Zon, I think ya pussy so go get ya son

Tough ass rappers, crazy talk no action





Got freaky stunts, bring some



Makin all Queens in my kingdom



Eighty niggas can't get a crumb



Dizzy broads with dope bodies, a dime a dozen



Bottom line the pussy bangin, it'll make me cum







Chorus 6X







Jagaurs, strip bars, ghetto supastar



Me and ya pussy out on the road, whippin ya car



I'm takin off her bra, she gettin bucked baby pa



Look new, but true, fuck like a pro likes action



No camera, co reck it and leave a scar



Niggas is fake and rough, but sleep like spar



To cuss, bust, dutch us and bringin the ruckus

Money makin brothers wanna fight and fuss





Cruisin out my flesh light, plus make playas look ridiculous

Trying hard, but can't stop the bumrush





Sun trust, all the temples I crush, ya must back up

Spontaneous combustion





Forty five freaks inside my dungeon



When I get paid I want it in alumson



Lick a shot and cause pandemonium





Crazy niggas in jail or the insane asylum

Brooklyn Brooklyn is where I'm from



Three minutes and some change and I still ain't say none







Chorus 6X

														   

														   



Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com