The Jumpoff - P'Nutt
*07/16/05*
Chorus (2x):
It'z the jumpoff,
so niggaz get to runnin' wit me
Bitchez frontin' wit me,
but bound to get blunted wit me
Get off they ass, off my dick,
and spend some hun'edz wit me
But if thiz shit poppin' off,
you won't be gunnin' wit me
Verse One:
Nigga, I only say it,
'cuz you kno' that shit the truth
Theze bitchez ain't gon' kno' a nigga name,
until I'm in the booth
Spittin' fire,
equivalent to pimp juice
And only wanna ride wit ya' boy,
until I get 'em loose
That'z why I twist them treez,
that'z why I chase that green
I got more pride than a fiend,
comin' up off that fiend
You on the block, runnin' from cops,
stuffin' ya' sockz
But I'm wit ya' bitch,
pen and pape', tryna get that head to bop
And I ain't rockin' no ice,
'cuz I don't need a grill
Bitchez chose me,
'cuz they kno' thiz nigga keepz it trill
And I don't hate niggaz,
'cuz I wanna hate niggaz
I hate niggaz like theze bitchez,
takin' paper, nigga
Fuck what you sayin', nigga,
you alwayz hated the flow
And you tryna ride,
'cuz you feel you ain't hatin' no more
That'z that fuck shit,
a nigga jus' don't fuck wit
40oz. of Ol' E,
thiz nigga, you won't fuck wit
Didn't have a damn thang,
but a garage
And had to break the fuck out,
b'cuz the hatians used to over charge
When I ain't have none,
niggaz used to put me down
But now I'm makin' bank,
and niggaz got they handz out...
*07/16/05*
Chorus (2x):
It'z the jumpoff,
so niggaz get to runnin' wit me
Bitchez frontin' wit me,
but bound to get blunted wit me
Get off they ass, off my dick,
and spend some hun'edz wit me
But if thiz shit poppin' off,
you won't be gunnin' wit me
Verse One:
Nigga, I only say it,
'cuz you kno' that shit the truth
Theze bitchez ain't gon' kno' a nigga name,
until I'm in the booth
Spittin' fire,
equivalent to pimp juice
And only wanna ride wit ya' boy,
until I get 'em loose
That'z why I twist them treez,
that'z why I chase that green
I got more pride than a fiend,
comin' up off that fiend
You on the block, runnin' from cops,
stuffin' ya' sockz
But I'm wit ya' bitch,
pen and pape', tryna get that head to bop
And I ain't rockin' no ice,
'cuz I don't need a grill
Bitchez chose me,
'cuz they kno' thiz nigga keepz it trill
And I don't hate niggaz,
'cuz I wanna hate niggaz
I hate niggaz like theze bitchez,
takin' paper, nigga
Fuck what you sayin', nigga,
you alwayz hated the flow
And you tryna ride,
'cuz you feel you ain't hatin' no more
That'z that fuck shit,
a nigga jus' don't fuck wit
40oz. of Ol' E,
thiz nigga, you won't fuck wit
Didn't have a damn thang,
but a garage
And had to break the fuck out,
b'cuz the hatians used to over charge
When I ain't have none,
niggaz used to put me down
But now I'm makin' bank,
and niggaz got they handz out...
