Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Jackin' 4 Joints, artist - Brotha Lynch Hung.
Date of issue: 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 |