Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song My Jacket, artist - Dj Dow JonesAlbum song The Realest, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 24.05.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Cut Throat
Song language: English
My Jacket |
| You know how I’m coming |
| You know exactly how I’m coming |
| (I'm telling you) It don’t stop |
| Shit don’t stop |
| My jacket consist of |
| Batteries on robberies, pistol charges, and murder |
| I know I’m the realest nigga you heard of besides 'Pac |
| Got niggas screaming Soulja from the street to the cell block |
| You bitch, you |
| Soulja Slim and his committee is coming to get you |
| My mag 90 bullets’ll hit’chu and split’chu in half |
| That lil bitch boy staff won’t last |
| Up against these motherfuckers that used to taking blood baths |
| I been smoking blunts with the devil, that’s why my eyes red as the fuck |
| Now tell me, do I look like the type that’ll be scared to bust? |
| Well, guess what? |
| I’m screaming out murder me and I’m vest up |
| Chest up, test nuts, watch how I bless ya |
| You bitch made and I’m self-made, Magnolia, Calliope, Melph-made |
| I get through like a scalp blade and Kunta Kinte your left leg |
| I play surgeon and I’ll be splurging in Denalis, Navis, and big bourbons |
| Don’t stunt, dog, whatever I said, I’ll come wit’cha, I’ll come, dog |
| I’mma get mine for the two Gs and I’mma take it 'for I say please |
| I fuck with twirkers not the twirkees, put it on will give a nigga herpes |
| So I stay back, I mean way back, y’all didn’t notice how I say that? |
| Well, then motherfuck y’all hated waving on three Gs laid back |
| As one time we was click tight, what the fuck’s going on? |
| I just come home, my shit ain’t going right |
| Everybody branching off doing they thing |
| Some of 'em in the studio and some of 'em they slang |
| That’s how it go, I know this rap shit ain’t gone last forever |
| So I stash cheddar for hard times, flipping to make it better |
| I can take ten Gs and make twenty more ten Gs with that |
| I’m from the six 'co circle where all the hustlers at |
| You busters stacking from 'round me with all that junk claiming |
| In ninety-five I ran on Tara Lane and bust a brain and |
| Smoking blunts and snorting 'caine with my girl Big Ree |
| 'Til I started spooking out, thought a nigga was trying to kill me |
| Nigga feel me |
| Picture lil daddy think he raw, must’ve forgot I’mma vet |
| Freshen up his memory, then get him set for the flow of death |
| I got a way to make all real niggas feel my pain |
| Any more player-hating ass fake niggas look at me strange |
| Reverse the game, fuck his head up, leave him in the middle of the street |
| Nigga shit ain’t tight enough to G-for-G with me |
| Actually, you don’t even supposed to be in my presence |
| So I’mma ask you like a man, shit, playboy, get to stepping |
| Now if you walk off with that look like you gon' get your weapon |
| And I’mma do you something dirty for all that stunting and repping |
| Now as the beat goes on, my flow don’t stop |
| 'Til I make your girl drop it like it’s hot |
| I can run some shit that make you pussy pop, it don’t matter if you real or not |
| Play my game and I’ll cheat on ya, pull the rubber off and skeet on ya |
| Haters slanging that shit pussy for me on the Magnolia street corner |
| You’s a ho nigga, you know I know nigga |
| And I put that on all my six 'co fa sho niggas |
| I’m X4L chief of the mag booyay |
| Fuck what them niggas doing tomorrow cause I’m doing my thing today |
| That’s how I’m living, just game giving to make y’all recognize |
| I been doing this and I ain’t never took off my camouflage |