THE JACKA lyrics - The Jacka

Cuz I'm The Mack

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[Jacka] You know these whodies be askin' Uni Mack 10 Can I be your bitch (can I be your bitch) Naw, you can be my ho I put you on a track And bring me back all my cheese Get on your knees So I can smoke green leaves Paper chase for me They found dope in my show Catch a case for me Act faithful to your pimp Like a P-I-T Wool out Don't let go to what you got And don't come back short Cuz you might get mopped I'm a pimp And hoes ain't shit without 'em I use to fuck 'em And forget about 'em Now they bring me back major skrill So I can stack 'til I peel I can change for the good Half an hour, I'm there [?] She's mine Plus she's blind to the fact that I'm The Jacka Mista Cali Co packa I have ta Floss to be the boss You just a black girl lost But she ain't in my game plan In some chalk [Chorus] It's The Jacka Mista Cali Co packa I got the The major slice in a Acura Imagine bein' brought No clothes, no show Gonna get high But can't fade on the road Fuck that! I'd rather be the young sav on the track Sellin' dope and pimpin' hoes Cuz I'm the mack (I'm the mack) [Jacka] My momma raised me like a mack So I stuck wit it Tight you wanna remain wit yo Mrs. Then keep them bitches out my side Ain't havin' no joke on these hoes Nigga from the start I learned to break a hoes pockets To break that young girl's heart Evil whispers in my head Tellin' me don't stop 'til I'm ballin' You come back short wit yo cash It'll be that ass that she crawlin' Pimp on But don't limit Yourself to pimpin' Scandalous women Youngsta they suck their ways In this game that'll get you paid So I let the whispers guide me Put the past behind me Cuz the cash is blindin' me Fuck bein' broke I got my town by the throat Coughing up major doe But it wasn't enough Beacuse the bomb I smoke And the fluff I snow Turned me into a killa For the skrilla Won't stop eatin' I got ten million, dollars Nine million acres Plus a casino in Vegas I'm 'bout the faces on the table That's keepin' me in this shit And it's real Maybe if they kill another president They'll make a three dollar bill Must be the skrill [Chorus] [Jacka] I had a problem wit meetin' hoes Who try to get over on me Thinkin' just because I [?] Then we gonna kick 'em down Oh not me, not one-O I break a bitch down Wit a blow to the nose Cuz I'm a savage One night we wasn't careful Parkin' lot pimpin' And a fine ho was yellin' like a wyno Was comin' at me like I'm a sucka She must of thought that I was a busta Comin' out the club So I slugged her in her mugg "What's up blood" A nigga yelled hella loud From out the crowd (west up) Like he was fed up puttin' work for the skirt I'm raisin' up my shirt He told me hollow tips hurt So back up jerk Cuz you don't want me Uni M-A-C Man you don't want me [Chorus] [The Jacka talking] Cuz I'm the mack You know I'm the muthafuckin' mack How many real macks you know nigga Ask yourself that question And I bet you only know one Check it out My nigga Rob Low on this tight ass beat I don't give a fuck what nobody say Can't nobody fuck wit it I only know one real mack I gotta say wussup to my nigga O Federali My nigga S.L.O. My nigga Young Uz My niggas from the L.O.B My nigga Bishop What's goin' down

3 Sheets To The Wind

KID ROCK "The History Of Rock"
(What's my name) Ahh... I'm here and it's clear I'm gonna flow so yo black, Just get on up or yo get the bozak Cuz it ain't Kojak or Dr. Suess, It's the kid muther fucker and I'm gonna get loose Cuz I got the juice to spruce and get nice and, so enticing, strong like a bison Ruff like brandy and no one knows, that I got more riffs than Randy Rhoads Smash, slash and when I trash I bash, I get ill I chill but u don't know the half I trip I rip and though I think I'm slick, I'm nothin but a funky country hick But I still get down with a sound that pumps, and u can hear me from the trucks and the trunks that bump Never been questioned by the F.B.I, although I've tried every method just to get high L.S.D. is what I'm trippin on, And O.E. bitch is what I'm sippin on A big fat booty's what I'm grippin on, but for now I'm gonna rock and keep rippin on Down to the muther fuckin A.M., as I co bump and jump and keep the crowd in mayhem No brain no pain...Now c'mon yall and tell me what's my name 3 sheets 2 the wind is the state I'm in, Half off the wagon with my feet draggin Taggin hoes gettin lots of trim, gettin jocks and props for all the spots I rock I'm true I'm blue like Captain Kangaroo, and for the few who knew yo I'm a bang for you Becuz the Kid Rock ain't no bitch yo, and I ain't no radio wanna get rich ho So count my props you can't get with me and fuck all u cops u ain't shit to me But hoes with guns playin hard for fun, so stay off my dick becuz I ain't the one And for anyone tryin to bust me up, U better chill with that tryin to fuck me up And if you're talkin shit I'm gonna shut ya up, and all ya wack D.J.'s I'm gonna cut ya up Cuz I don't give a fuck about no one, and when I wax I tax and that's just how it goes son Yo ain't no sucker, Cuz I'm the kid.. rock muther fucker Straight from motown and I won't slow down, I cease the cheese M.C,'s I moe down And I show no shame, cuz I'm down for mine, now tell me what's my name It ain't Eric Clapton and this ain't slowhand, I'm the kid ya dig and I'm a rock the whole land Cuz no man can make a track this grand, and if you know what I know than just...

Man's World

BEANIE SIGEL "Reason"
[Sigel] It's a man's world 'This is a man's world!' -> [James Brown] [Sigel] Bitch, uhh 'This is a man's world!' -> [James Brown] [Sigel] Man's world prick, yeah 'This is a man's world!' -> [James Brown] [Sigel] Man's world - all y'all little kids out there [Sigel] run around with y'all little gats, man 'This is a man's world!' -> [James Brown] [Sigel] Man's world - go to summer school nigga, get your G.E.D. [Beanie Sigel] Yeah, this a man's world pricks, no broads allowed All my niggaz with that raw allowed All my niggaz with they fours allowed who won't hesitate to bang a nigga - right in between they brows Let's roll, fuck them bitch-ass niggaz, wearin thongs and skirts Tryin to catch 'em while they goin to work Hit them niggaz on they job at they lunch break, make the pump quick Leave 'em ump-slayed when the fuckin pump spray I roll with a sick all-out squad Ten deep, let's roll-out squad Bring heat when it's cold outside Mack stick to script and stick to street Stick in clip and flip your Jeep Got extended shit and different heat Mack M-1 double now [bluk, bluk, bluk] I'm knockin feathers out your bubble-down Stop the blood claat cryin Blood claats from the iron, you're dyin, no lyin [Chorus: Beanie Sigel] This a man world nigga, sit down you girl niggaz 'This is a man's world!' -> [James Brown] Man, this a man world nigga, sit down you girl niggaz 'This is a man's world!' -> [James Brown] This a man world nigga, man.. man.. 'This is a man's world!' -> [James Brown] This a man world nigga, FUCK what people think [Beanie Sigel] This a man's world bitch, all you whores bow down It's B. Sig., I pimp like TA-DOW - peep game I sling meth in vials, hit your kitchen cook your pies up Bring the coke back in piles, I'm that () .. .. oh yeah I almost forgot Bitch, get a foot up your ass if you don't get your foot on that ave and start lookin for cash Just get mine right, your money like, don't make me come out there I smacked you whore and get you done right there Leave this imprint 'cross your forehead, from the moray Bitch know my forte, I'm not for-play Hit your block, let the glock four-play Finger fuckin a trigger is not fore-play One more time - I'm not for-play It's a man's world - how it's supposed to go Only the soldiers roll, you young like () though I move like Sonny, but never backwards Weave in and out of traffic, holdin that package Weight don't get moved, it get pressed off the bench Move through an alley and a hole in the fence I see when you move you tense It's a man's world nigga, sit down you girl niggaz It's a man's world kiko, they shoulda told you from the get-go that you fuckin with them South Philly sickos Think it's all raps 'til them gats start to hit you Black talons cripple, Operation Lockdown the town with them nickels Dopeman, dopeman! But peep it, I ain't goin to court I bang people that be goin to court And know people I ain't goin for shorts Bring straight money, cake money That tan coat, razor blade, straw plate money That grab coke, never weigh to pay for it money Grab toast laser hater break for it money Shit, you think you fast Run nigga, dumb nigga Don't get your skin grafted up, chin tacked up Fuck around, and get your men racked up Whatchu think all the gats is for, you can't last a war It's a man's world nigga, sit down you girl niggaz [Chorus]

2 Hard Mutha's

EAZY-E "Eazy-Duz-It"
[Eazy-E] Yo Dre where's the goddamn drum machine [Dre] Aw shit I left the muthafucka with Poog [Eazy-E] You dumb muthafucka what the fuck we gonna do now [Yella] Hey, man I got some drums in the back [Dre] Man what the fuck is he talkin' bout [M.C. Ren] Yo does it look like we can play some fuckin' drums [Yella] Man I can play the drums [Everyone except Yella] Bullshit! [Yella] Man I used to fuck it up at Compton [*Arguin'*] [M.C. Ren] Give this nigga some sticks.... Yo Fuck it up Yella [M.C. Ren] Yo were two hard muthafuckaz takin' out any punk ass suckaz can you believe this or so be frightened were strong as fuck, with the power of a titan settin' a mark of destruction get it so don't front, and say you ain't with it you wanna rumble with us you can't hang cause were something like a two man gang start some shit is what we do best scared by the suckaz say fuck the rest so yo Eazy bust it and shoot to kill and tell these stupid muthafuckaz the deal [Eazy-E] I look you dead in the eye and I spit tell you to your face punk you ain't shit I don't give a goddamn about feelin's I'm just as a happy as long as I'm killin' a 187 is in progress nigga just as soon as I pull this trigger automatic heavily I start firin' and the kids on the block I'm the one there admirin' a bad mouth nigga on the violent tip I catch you talkin' some shit and I'mma bust your lip now who you gonna tell that I'm makin' ya soft the police ain't shit cause I pay 'em off I move slow always ready to go so fuck it and bitches on my dick they know they can suck it I'm a hard head, always havin' a fit when I'm not allowed to tear up shit [Eazy-E amp; M.C. Ren] I'm a hard muthafucka [Chorus] 2 Hard Muthafuckaz! (x4) [M.C. Ren] Now look at me I'm a crazed bitch with a case to a profanity pitch Ren is a nigga that don't give a fuck to pussy ass fool tryin' to press his luck I'm ready to scrap that's if your ready to go I take you out goin' toe to toe E saw the conversion and hit you from the back while you gettin' fucked by a ruthless jack critical condition is what you recieved thinkin' up some back up to go on retrieve but Eazy tell what would happen my man Eazy-E: they would get fucked up by a ruthless clan so it's simple we don't give a fuck right so you and ya boys can get the fuck out my site I'm on tilt with class gettin' ready to blast cause I'm a hard muthafucka [Chorus] 2 Hard Muthafuckaz! (x4) [Eazy-E] Eazy and Ren is fuckin' it up again schemin' up a plot before we begin cause niggaz like to stare like a bitch sometimes they say how can them niggaz have some a hell of a rhyme [M.C. Ren] It's simple tell 'em what we mean when the two baddest muthafuckaz step on the scene [Eazy-E] Now this is some shit [M.C. Ren] Yo what are you sayin' [Eazy-E] you stupid muthafuckaz they think I'm playin' talkin' all kinda shit of shit but I'm crackin' it up I can afford to laugh cause I'm backin' it up I'm not a busta I'm more like a hitman so if you don't wanna throw then you can get down you don't like the fuck away from me so you can stop the shit, tryin' to fuck the E [M.C. Ren] You heard what he said it's the truth so whats up so if you want me to go then I'mma bout to nut up the 2 baddest muthafuckaz alive so I don't think you and your boys can survive you gotta girl, well if she's good to go I bet me and E already fucked the hoe a train was in effect and your bitch was rott by a hell of a nigga that was hard to stop [Eazy-E] Yo Ren lets jet lets get the fuck on out [M.C. Ren] because everybody knows what where talkin' about [Eazy-E amp; M.C. Ren] Where two hard muthafuckaz! [Chorus] 2 Hard Muthafuckaz! (x4)

Multiples Reprise (Remix)

ATMOSPHERE "Headshots: SE7EN"
[woman singing] You can hear the clock inside the ticking and tocking [Repeat 7x (fading out)] [man speaking] So you see sir, my deck of cards serves me as a bible An alamanac...and a prayer book My friends this story is true I know I was that soldier [Slug] I use to know this kid named Jesse He could get wild on the mic but his lifestyle was sketchy, Always messy You could catch him on the corner of 19th and 3rd Until the cops caught him first, with pockets of rocks and herb But there was once this cat name Ivan, he was the man Get the digits from your bitch before you could say pussy diving Driving home drunk from the front one night He tied his '84 Tempo round a street light Me and Mike Remember that scary chick Caroline Very careful when you met her cause you knew she fucked with heroin Mother of two, no one knew, because the twins stayed with her mom But when they finally found the bitch still had the twist round her arm Shit, I can't forget about that big kid Gino Fucking diesel, do damn near anything for a seno His older sister talked his twisted ass Into killing Steves girl so she could get with Steve faster Oh yea, speaking of Steves girl, the one that Gino killed Her name was Phadra, she use to stand on tables down at Deja Tits and clits and car payments and rent and emcee seek tuition [chorus] And this goes to those of y'all that wanna fuck my girl Or be down with my crew, or be part of my world Be leary of what you wish for Cause its more than rhymes and good times behind this door Oh yo yo-yo-yo-yo yo I know this kid named Moses Use to buy all the tapes and say that Headshots was the dopest When up for raping a chick in a mall parking lot Now I hope he gets a dick and broomstick in every orifice Free Love Thats what Heather use to say But when I took her up on it, she said that she was gay Well, wait a minute, why you shake your ass to any cat with a link Looked me in me eye, smiled and said Free Drinks! My man Todd had a tight studio up inside his home And if you had some coke you could come and bless the microphone Starting selling equipment to fill the pipe Fuck this life, Todd hung himself with a cord from that mic Cynthia wanted to travel, drive around the country Left the city on a journey, came back with a junkie He use to beat her, if it wasn't physical it was mental He didn't leave her until she tried to stab him with a pencil That kid Jay he was a thief, stole bikes and cars Use to get real high and try to drive to Mars One night got hot while approaching a road block Shut his eyes, hit the gas and ran right over a cop Damn! And this goes to those of y'all that wanna fuck my girl Or be down with my crew, or be part of my world Be leary of what you wish for Cause its more than rhymes and good times behind this door Its the blood clot blues, the gun-shot wounds The needles and spoons, doomed from the womb til the tomb For whom the bell tolls, this will pay for the toll free calls made Underage, she said that Jesus gave her AIDS Now and days the life of fuck follows folks In my city and some flip their trucks over center meridians Some do their drugs to float above the stress And some overdose so they can finally rest Many walk around like they blind to the mishap Talk-show gospel, smell the tic-tacs and Simulax Six pack to make the good and bad balance Walking tall is a gift and steady breathing is a challenge Adaption, domesticated bitch to your surroundings You quit singing along but the ball kept bouncing Now we keep to self and step over the vermon Found me sleeping in a pool of my own sweat and urine I'm determined to find a path so I can leave you all I miss the rise and I ain't trying to see the fall So this goes to those that trying to rest in peace Save me a seat and we'll play chess when I get released And this goes to those of y'all that wanna fuck my girl Or be down with my crew, or be part of my world Be leary of what you wish for Cause its more than rhymes and good times behind this door These are people who tried, tried These are people who tried, tried These are people who tried, tried All my friends, they tried.. [man speaking] So you see sir, my deck of cards serves me as a bible An alamanac...and a prayer book My friends this story is true I know I was that soldier

3 Sheets To The Wind (What's My Name)

KID ROCK "The Polyfuze Method"
Ahh... I'm here and it's clear I'm gonna flow so yo black Just get on up or yo get the bozak Cuz it ain't Kojak or Dr. Suess It's the kid muther fucker and I'm gonna get loose Cuz I got the juice to spruce and get nice and so enticing strong like a bison Ruff like brandy and no one knows that I got more riffs than Randy Rhoads Smash, slash and when I trash I bash I get ill I chill but u don't know the half I trip I rip and though I think I'm slick I'm nothin but a funky country hick But I still get down with a sound that pumps and u can hear me from the trucks and the trunks that bump Never been questioned by the F.B.I although I've tried every method just to get high L.S.D. is what I'm trippin on And O.E. bitch is what I'm sippin on A big fat booty's what I'm grippin on but for now I'm gonna rock and keep rippin on Down to the muther fuckin A.M. as I co bump and jump and keep the crowd in mayhem No brain no pain...Now c'mon yall and tell me what's my name 3 sheets 2 the wind is the state I'm in Half off the wagon with my feet draggin Taggin hoes gettin lots of trim gettin jocks and props for all the spots I rock I'm true I'm blue like Captain Kangaroo and for the few who knew yo I'm a bang for you Becuz the Kid Rock ain't no bitch yo and I ain't no radio wanna get rich ho So count my props you can't get with me and fuck all u cops u ain't shit to me But hoes with guns playin hard for fun so stay off my dick becuz I ain't the one And for anyone tryin to bust me up U better chill with that tryin to fuck me up And if you're talkin shit I'm gonna shut ya up and all ya wack D.J.'s I'm gonna cut ya up Cuz I don't give a fuck about no one and when I wax I tax and that's just how it goes son Yo ain't no sucker Cuz I'm the kid..'rock muther fucker' Straight from Mo-town and I won't slow down I cease the cheese M.C,'s I moe down And I show no shame cuz I'm down for mine now tell me what's my name It ain't Eric Clapton and this ain't slowhand I'm the kid ya dig and I'm a rock the whole land Cuz no man can make a track this grand and if you know what I know than just....

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