Who U Jackin'?
(专辑: SlaughtaHouse - 1993)
One one two two, check it I
can't stay home Gotta take walk down to block to the
pay phone "Do you run?" No, like I
said before I
walk Stick up kids hawk, but I
don't stop to talk I
keep my hand on my pocket on my razor Get too close and I'mma have to graze ya Late night and early morning scheming at dawn and Looking to jack what I
want Back back back you better watch yours I
got yours Cut you like I
got claws Stick em up because It's a
roothless toothless Waiting inna thick here Looking for a
vict, yeah How about this chick here? Who's this standing at the
corner? I
wonder if he's on a
Mission to stick cause he's a
goner Paula Perry ain't lackin, in fact I'm packin Get back, and Nigga who you jackin? I'm come comin to get cha, with your bangles in your ears With your Gucci link to match and I
ain't snatched a
chain in years When a
pocket full kicka kicka granny inna back and When I
see you little doe, hey, I
don't know how to act Well... I'm not your neighborhood nice girl, I'm raw as coke So schemin dreamin I'mma play ya like a
bad joke You're trying to scare me, but I'm not the
one I'll pistol-whip that ass, and I
don't even have a
gun I
put my foot up to the
ass Of a
bitch that think she got class fast Give up the
cash as you can not pass Feedin readin, I
don't mean the
grass Shit's draastic so chick run the
stach Well, I'mma jiggaboo, with an attitude Better to slice and dice and crush you like ice so don't get rude Make your moves so I
can dat that bullshit Quick nigga quick, before you lose your dick This ain't no movie so don't be actin Stupid on a
girl like me, nigga who you jackin? Ya just skin an' bones so ya need to change the
tones In ya voice ya just another jack by the
phones My pockets need fixing cause the
shits is mad broke If I
had my nine your ass would get smoked But I'mma split you in half fuck it I
ain't butter I'm Paula Perry leaving body parts in a
gutter So who you jackin? You baby check it You're lucky I
don't leave you in the
street butt naked With your ass out froze the
fuck up I'll be vickin You'll be what-in? Jackin, that's another name for stickin And tricking chick you like baby what's your name an gamin I'll snatch your whole shit and then I'm flamin Right down to block, yeah, I'll teach you holy mo With a P
knows the
time, so yo ass had better go You getting too close, really, what is this? I
think its about time your face was opened up for business