Jets
(专辑: Super Tecmo Bowl - 2008)
[Trademark Da Skydiver:] I
think I'm Trademark, Da Skydiver Locked in a
cockpit like a
jet fighter I'm rollin super doobies, pass me my lighter Smokin sour every hour I
can't get no higher I
said im Trademark, Da Skydiver Locked in a
cockpit like a
jetfighter Im rollin super doobies, pass me my lighter Paper planes every hour I
can't get no higher Let us do our thang It's Jets over everythang We got the
shit on lock like cell blocks and sing sing Fly kicks, heavy bling Im married to the
game The
money is the
wedding ring Call me peter parker im in love with mary jane Super doobies on deck, pass me the
flame Niggas jumpin ship they bitchin up and switching lanes You know who you are I
don't have to say yo name Cold captain of this jacking not aloud on this plane So get it right, homie, we are not the
same I
live that Jet life, you just livin lame I
get the
cash and bash word to my nigga Dame Im on bubble like 'caine over an open flame Jet set in the
building, fuck who else came The
shots fired from a
silencer im taking aim And rappers out like im at the
shooting range Im like a
stack of hundreds, you just some loose change I
think im Clark Kent or maybe Bruce Wayne Nah. more like Harvey Dent or Dr. Strange T.M.S the
S.V. who gon stop my reign? [Curren$y:] I
think Im Cheech, I
think Im Chong I
got my Weed, I
got my Bong Livin in the
fog Don't know what goin on But I
dont give a
fuck Long as my money long I
think I'm doughboy on my front post 63' Impala in my driveway Saints gold Sittin low, though im higher up Diggies cup, crispy chucks, spittin tough Nigga what? Yo' records stuck Bitches don't listen to yo stuff They with the
jets, we in the
cut Settling for less that ain't for us Suppress the
hate in yo blood, makin Ya'll lookin like girls Poodles can't eat with the
pits, bitch it's just a
doggy dog world Too clean to be fucked with Supreme like a
Cutlass MC Hammer, you can't touch it Better use some gloves or something Far too potent to be smoked with Them holsters I
dont know them Snickelfrits them bitches, not official Jets bitches Im just sittin cool whippin Twisting green tree Christmas too so many sweet wrappers up ima need a
couple feelings Im bout my roof pealin No tornado took my ceiling Its in the
trunk shang monk Belly best, C-Note