Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Jingle Jangle, artist - Hieroglyphics.
Date of issue: 31.08.2003
Song language: English
Jingle Jangle |
You didn’t even get paid for that, huh? |
Ah nah, man, you got to get yours |
Paid in full |
It go jingle, jangle, jingle for the po' |
And once I get my royalty check, you can kiss my mistletoe |
Coagulating, nigga, we gellin' |
Rebel yellin', edutating, the world is ours |
Control something, it ain’t enough just to hold something |
You know the half, I want the whole sum |
Circumscribing with live shit |
So when my rivals arrive, they never get the chance to see inside |
The all-seeing-eye, seeking, blinking, blinging, bringing forth |
A meeting of the tribal chieftans |
Me and my brothers pow-wow and building |
Trying to turn these thou-wows to millions |
Gracefully bow out, until then |
Basically, ain’t nobody safe |
We body snatch over body breaks ‘til everybody ache |
And you can tell by the paper plates |
Things of that nature take papes |
So we take steps to manifest and move, true |
Eye, wide, on the scene, sing |
It go jingle, jangle, jingle for the po' |
And once I get my royalty check, you can kiss my mistletoe |
It go jingle, jangle, jingle for the po' |
And once I get my royalty check, you can kiss my mistletoe |
Ay, remember the perimeter when high off the indica |
Any sentence’ll injure ya |
I’m Cold Crush, in Cali, the gold rush in alleys |
Don’t scuff the Ballys |
A whole plush Denali will roll up and down thee |
We make moves like the Men in Black |
Catch us where the women at |
Swimming in the similac—stay milky, dumb filthy |
Lawyers who defend the niggas they know guilty |
Rhyme practitioner curing the rap listeners |
Supplying black prisoners with Kit Kats and Twizzlers |
It isn’t us, who see ‘em? |
I’ll have that ass in a museum, exhibit at 2 PM |
Scraping a blue BM, rocking the BluBlockers |
With bullets strapped to my chest like Chewbacca’s |
With true rockers, guns in the school lockers |
Who’ll stop us when we doing the do caucus? |
It go jingle, jangle, jingle for the po' |
And once I get my royalty check, y’all can kiss my mistletoe |
It go jingle, jangle, jingle for the po' |
And once I get my royalty check, y’all can kiss my mistletoe |
Arbuckle, you must wanna see my knuckles |
I’m ‘bout flow and dough, I ain’t foolin' with y’all punk hoes |
Yeah buddy, with money, I’m a quick study |
If it get muddy, y’all muhfuckas should get from me |
(That's real too) |
I’m tryna get mo' from Bed-Stuy to the O |
All the way to where they driving on the left side of the road |
You best got what I’m owed |
Stack it, bag it, double street platinum |
Believe that’s chips, boy |
I shift your thirty-third vertebrae with my wordplay |
Tricked your early bird brain, still thinking the worm came |
We move packages and stack cabbages |
For NASDAQ averages to increase to the maximus |
We taking interstellar trips when we get the cheddar |
Ending any vendetta now that we living better |
We met, too Netter, and make musical medicine |
Back together again, Hieroglyphics better, it go… |
It go jingle, jangle, jingle for the po' |
And once I get my royalty check, y’all can kiss my mistletoe |
It go jingle, jangle, jingle for the po' |
And once I get my royalty check, y’all can kiss my mistletoe |
Jingle, bring your team, go mingle |
Jangle, hang, y’all do your thang, feels tranquil |
Same deal |
Diablo drill through hollowed skulls for the dollar bill |
Call it willpower, now you witness real power |
When you put it down for the cause and don’t cower |
Allow a, moment so we could soak in |
A token, of esteem, now go get the cream |
It’s all good, or so it seems, so no extremes |
Know what I mean? |
I’m flowing on a solar beam |
Coming through a magnifying glass that’ll fly and pass |
Mad amount of mass when Hiero album crash |
Like a tidal wave, like a title page |
Describe a whole life divided on hype |
From lowlifes who hold spiteful vengeance |
Nah, you know it’s no time for pretending |