[Background Ad-Libs]
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Yea. yea..yea
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Ain't nothing... to the next life
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Fool ain't nothing changed
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Roll something up mama
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We fucked up
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Make sure of it ..
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[Verse 1]
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Uhhh..
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Never will it stop
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Crate motors with Triple Digit Blocks
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You wanna race I'll leave you by a couple blocks
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Blow the doors off, break the mothafuckin' locks
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Nigga you know my Steez'
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Spitta Andretti, Pedal foot heavy you know I speed
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Minus the busing, Keano Reeves
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Twistin them Fern-gully trees, Bitch breathe
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Your man smokin good, I'm smoking great
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T-H-C, Tony the Tiger certified these flakes
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Murcielago green, just scored that Ferrari
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But I still got them Lamborghini dreams
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Confetti fall from the ceiling to the floor
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The JETS step through the door issue them awards
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Your hoes Hot-For-Me-Type, tissue to their draws
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You mad Upset, Me and your girl just up on the set
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Playin Black Ops, let her drive my Chevy-Box to the corner store
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Rockin Adidas flip-flops, and some J-Crew
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Argyle socks, now watch them speed bumps
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Love don't fuck my rims up
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Maybe well stick with you, put you on the Team Official
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But Jet Misses never tell a Jet business
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That's how we do it big enough, for us to live in it
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Them other fools playing wit it, Blind Rhyming saying they did it
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Shame on them niggas, you come through the set,
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But never bring them withcha
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[Chorus]
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Yea though, the Vet flow, Best smoke,
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Collecting dough, adhering the Jet Code
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And the Trill know the Jet Code, We Jets though
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Snatch your bitches, bring em everywhere you cant go
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[Bridge]
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Yea Doe pound sign #JetsGO
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Nigga, Yea Doe pound sign #JetsGO
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Bitch, Yea Doe pound sign #JetsGO
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Collecting dough, adhering the Jet Code
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[Verse 2]
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Now I just wanna fuck mad bitches, for all the days I never
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On second thought, I always had em though
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But now they look better, and quicker to be down for whatever
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Like me, her and her home-girl together
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Changing the weather, by the chop of the Cessna Propellers
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We landed on the water, the game that I taught her
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Got her showing me the Louie that these Duck niggas bought her
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Its a game to us, we just hang and fuck
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While she swipe your credit cards on Dispensary Pot Jars
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I'm laid up, calling the front desk, tell them to send the maid up
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While we play the terrace and blaze up
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These detailed lyrics is far to intricate to be made up
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Not pimping, what you gave her
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Was an inch, she took her foot and kicked you in the ass with it
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The Famous story of Mike Tyson and Robbin Givens
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The Biggest niggas get beat Senseless by little women
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Look at Sam Raw-stein, he gave his whole world to Ginger
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Even these bosses be slippin, I catch that
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Try to be more Flawless wit it, Calculated king of the city
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Christopher Walkin wit it, I admire his Empire, as did as Biggie
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Machine Gun Fonk, out of the Bowls
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Bubble Kush & Hindu Skunk previously rolled
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You know the game CHUMP your chick chose
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Better luck next time Captain Save her
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Jets, Drugs, and Paper
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Sex, Sport Cars and Vacations......
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...Yea
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#JetsGo
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Curren$y |