Girls Say (Remix)

(Oh, baby, baby, baby, ooh, Jack, Jack)

(Oh, baby, baby, baby, ooh, Jack, Jack)

The homie said

Now we can chunk 'em like Rocky if ya cocky when you knock me

Do it till we sloppy or at least until you drop me

Nicky back at you like star 6-9

On the grind, on ya mind and I'm runnin' outta time

You know that Bay Bridge heart kid run through my veins

Hang with me, bird, let me pocket everythang

'Cause my 3-10 shoes, they don't leave no clues

I bucka break the law, but I fucka follow through, holla back

My Cartier is savoir-faire

I was born round, I could never die square

It's like that

Turn up the knock, 7-7 Fox

Hit the mini mansion, pretty Black boy countin' guaps

Semi-automatic cocked 'cause I don't trust that ****

Smoking purple, so I'm calm, though a known cap peeler

Eyes low gone, I'm a stoned crack dealer

Surrounded by monsters like Mike Jack Thriller

Ridin' 'round strapped 'cause I might jack ****

Smokin' purple like a muthafucking nut

You see a small bank in the cuts, hold it up

'Cause a **** like me done snorted hop to get high

Fell in love with it, had to stop 'fore I die

Young **** early '90s, pushin' rocks so I'm fly

Every day, early mornin' stackin' paper, gettin' high

Dre Dog in the deck with respects like Pac, ****

I let my tape rock till my tape pop

(Oh, baby, baby, baby, ooh, Jack, Jack)

I got a lifetime ghetto pass, is the money gonna last?

Highway Patrol say I drive too fast

But I'm a bankroll holder, Ayatollah, blow a quota

But I know you want my picture in your photo, Motorola

In my leather hat, man, I let my curls hang out

We talking shit down where the girls hang out

The homie said he's good with the weapons

And when it comes to bitches and the clothes, he's the freshest

I think you get the message

It's butter on the breakfast toast

And I'll squeeze like a steak if you get too close

I bucka bounce fucka fly with the flames

And pucka pucka party with my life in the game

You know it's all the same

The Yay Area, yeah, boy, that's where I'm from

Pushed enough coke to have the whole world numb

Attempt to distribute, first case I won

Break a kick down, sniff away the things I've done

Smoke a zip or two a day, boy, my memory's done

Remember **** injuries from the squeeze of a gun

Inhalin' trees in my lungs, pushin' V's to the slums

Been through so much shit, they can't believe that I'm young

Eyes tight like Jet Lee, I believe I'm The One

Subhanahu wa ta'ala I believe is the one

Without a blood test, I can't believe that's my son

I'm just a hustler on the run, every day bendin' corners

Hoes pullin' up on us, I'm letting out the smoke

Pullin' on a strong one, scraped out, hyphy, on one

Muhfucka, all that shit

Return a hardball naid is all I wish

Pasta and fish is a mobster's dish

We was blessed with the recipe, searching for the rest of me

Blinded by the light, going on ecstasy

Wasn't for this gangsta shit, I wonder where the West would be?

World War 3, don't wanna die, stand next to me

(Ooh, Jack, Jack, oh, baby, baby, baby, ooh)