nwa - jackboy & t.i. lyrics
[chorus: jackboy]
cruisin’ down the block with a big ol’ glock (with a glock)
i see an opp, then he bound to get popped (he gettin’ popped)
came up out the gutter and went straight to the top (to the top)
lil’ woody made it, but he still sellin’ rock (he sellin’ rock)
lil’ woody made it, but he still be with savages (he be with thugs)
the type that’s gon’ get down and dirty just to live fabulous (he livin’ good)
don’t care if it’s no guns allowed, they still sneakin’ ratchets in (he got his gun)
don’t care if the feds in town, they still gettin’ that package in (let’s go)
[verse 1: jackboy]
young n*gga, i was taught to get it off the muscle
make that money double, i can teach you how to hustle
made it up out the jungle, i still got scars on my heart
made it up out the struggle, look at all these foreign cars
all these foreign broads, tell me they love me, tell ’em stop it
can’t get no b*tch my heart knowin’ that she’d rather have my wallet
ain’t never go to college, i still made a million dollars
ain’t never go to college, i was outside with the robbers
[chorus: jackboy]
cruisin’ down the block with a big ol’ glock (with a glock)
i see an opp, then he bound to get popped (he gettin’ popped)
came up out the gutter and went straight to the top (to the top)
lil’ woody made it, but he still sellin’ rock (he sellin’ rock)
lil’ woody made it, but he still be with savages (he be with thugs)
the type that’s gon’ get down and dirty just to live fabulous (he livin’ good)
don’t care if it’s no guns allowed, they still sneakin’ ratchets in (he got his gun)
don’t care if the feds in town, they still gettin’ that package in (let’s go)
[verse 2: t.i.]
okay, five in the mornin’, police at my gate, hold up
they ain’t got a warrant, i make they ass wait, uh*huh
in and out a foreign, hoppin’ out on chrome
you know some beef, you just can’t squash it ’cause it’s too far gone
but such that you can let it go because it ain’t all there
i figure ain’t n0body dead, hope we all get f*cked
okay, but in the same breath, i don’t give no f*ck
b*tch, if you suck, i’ll enjoy it, the decision is yours
if you ain’t thinkin’ chess board, we on different accords
since i was stuffin’ rental cars, tryna switch to accords
for purpose, know you lookin’ deeper than the surfer with sh*t
make sure you give it to a n*gga, he deserve what he get
when you the rawest motherf*cker on the earth in the mix
they gon’ hate this sh*t ’til the day you no longer exist
what’s happenin’, welcome to atlanta, i’m a big ol’ fish
and anybody disagree can suck a big ol’ d*ck, king
[chorus: jackboy]
cruisin’ down the block with a big ol’ glock (with a glock)
i see an opp, then he bound to get popped (he gettin’ popped)
came up out the gutter and went straight to the top (to the top)
lil’ woody made it, but he still sellin’ rock (he sellin’ rock)
lil’ woody made it, but he still be with savages (he be with thugs)
the type that’s gon’ get down and dirty just to live fabulous (he livin’ good)
don’t care if it’s no guns allowed, they still sneakin’ ratchets in (he got his gun)
don’t care if the feds in town, they still gettin’ that package in (let’s go)
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