Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Jackin' 4 Joints , by - Brotha Lynch Hung. Release date: 08.10.1993
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Jackin' 4 Joints |
| roll me a motherfucking joint |
| check my gat nigga get my point cuz I jack |
| roll on foos like vice and my nine milla meter ain’t nathan nice |
| I start jacking for blunts a black jacket and ones I get dank |
| Im sending niggas blood to the blood bank |
| you better hook me up proper |
| or die from my loaded heart stopper |
| like nut smoking up blunt for blunt |
| and one time you can take me if you check me if you want |
| cuz soon as I get my dank |
| you know it ain’t 10 minutes later for I’m planning my next gank |
| and even if your down with my crew |
| (conversation) |
| (yo shut up man I don’t understand this man, yo you get this motherfucka, I jack him too) |
| so hook it up Mo Green |
| you know its that gat pressing up against your motherfucking spleen |
| gimmie all that green bud or you’ll be kicking up dust off the motherfucking |
| rug |
| straight jacket off to the next nigga |
| R.J. |
| you better have a nate trigger |
| I don’t play nigga so give it up shit |
| I got the same old nine that I blasted old Mo Green with foo |
| break yourself smooth |
| gimmie all that mexican sex and don’t stress |
| I got this shit handled |
| put about 10 of them sacks on a motherfucking panel |
| and I’m out the back door |
| Triple Six next victim cuz foo I need a 4 O Im might be kinda difficult |
| but Ima need me a 12 gage and a trench coat |
| lil ride the door |
| Triple Six in the room with some vannah on armed in the coat |
| telling everybody don’t move I’m fiending |
| hit the ice box for the Old English |
| didnt have to use my gun |
| now I’m off to Green Haven I pop 8 3 1 nigga |
| jackpot ounce to the bounce |
| snatch 2 ounces then I bounce |
| and whatcha cant faking on the way out I saw the keys to the jeep |
| I might as well take it nigga kept breaking next nigga M.C. |
| Hobbs |
| foo start tripping so I put out the lights (2 gunshots) |
| took about 6 40's |
| now I’m back to the motherfucking duece while they look for me Im in the creek getting butted and drunk |
| a nigga hiting homeless with the dank |
| and I could feel them niggas that I just ganked |
| coming up so I grab the gat nigga |
| to my head shawnte’on the trigger |
| better do it before I send ya home |
| pop pop pop pop 4 to the dome |
| (Shawna Coyle) |
| shit I really shot that motherfucka |