Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song J-A-D-A , by - Jadakiss. Release date: 22.08.2011
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
J-A-D-A |
| WHOOO!!! |
| D-Block, Darkchild |
| Uh huh, yeah |
| Uh — yeah |
| Yo, I’m just too much, I flow too sick |
| I be on top of the snare, all over the kick |
| Since a youngcat, I been one wit the drum tap |
| The purple start pushin my lungs back |
| Been there, done that |
| My words stick to you like thumb tacks |
| Pardon me, LOX hooked up wit Rodney |
| The Ferrari’s teal, but the truck’s mahogany |
| Hating, I can’t get you bastards off me |
| Fresh like I just took the plastic off me |
| Me and streets is high school sweethearts |
| And I’m always in her so she can’t divorce me |
| Can’t see farther than Kiss, I’m like a father to this |
| Want ya go and cop your father to this |
| I possess the whole package — the girls, the thongs |
| And there’s something about me the world just loves |
| D-Block bringing hell of a pain, 'Honey' tell em my name |
| (J-A-D-A) I’m pulling it out, the guns’ll pop |
| (J-A-D-A) I’m taking your money, the funeral stop |
| (J-A-D-A) The club’ll band, the beat’ll knock |
| (J-A-D-A) We just keep going, this shit don’t stop |
| Sheek Louch get it popping, this shit don’t stop |
| Got your boobs hitting, shaking in a Halter Top |
| Drizzling out, no shirt, burgandy drop |
| Chain’s bigger than Chuck D and Flava’s clock |
| Yeah boy, Sheek kinda hot these days |
| Hold the heat when I spit, need ten ice trays |
| D-Block what up? |
| what’s fucking wit that? |
| Got the Camp spitting heavy on this Jerkins track |
| Glock jerk him back, either that or the mac |
| I prefer chrome but take it if you got it in black |
| Thick shorty wanna hop on it |
| I tell her not here, but we could go inside the bathroom 'Honey |
| Let me give it to your straight, I ain’t spending no money |
| We could drink till we pass out, make dicks and all that |
| I’m a gangster, I bet shorty crawl back |
| Got her job through a two way contact |
| (S-H-E-E-K) Pulling it out, the guns’ll pop |
| (S-H-E-E-K) I’m taking your money, the funeral stop |
| (S-H-E-E-K) The club’ll band, the beat will knock |
| (S-H-E-E-K) We just keep going, this shit don’t stop |
| Hey yo it’s Louchy baby, smoke screen in the Mercedes |
| Naw it’s just weed, I’m fucking wit y’all |
| Oil slick, it’s the juice that I throw out the back |
| But it’s for real lil nigga if you hearing the clack |
| I’m bringing it back, you don’t wanna jump to this |
| I’m David Blaine, it’s magic how I gave it the Kiss |
| Letting it off, nigga like we hunting to diss (J-A-D-A) |
| Hey yo Kiss (Jada: what up Louch?) yo take it from there |
| Raspy voice, flow of the year; |
| It’s the cue tip bars |
| They feel good when they go in your ear |
| Ti Gun, Peanut Punch your girl ain’t ready (F-A-G-E-A) |
| (Sheek: Sheek Louch!) Jadakiss, the world ain’t ready |
| We got haze in the air and we pouring the yac |
| Bout to get up on 'Honey' cause she throwing it back |
| And you know I keep the hawk on my neck, so don’t violate |
| Cause I can’t wait for it to go in your back, uh |
| (Woman) (4x) |
| (J-A-D-A) I’m pulling it out, the guns’ll pop |
| (S-H-E-E-K) I’m taking your money, the funeral stop |
| (J-A-D-A) The club’ll band, the beat’ll knock |
| (S-H-E-E-K) We just keep going, this shit don’t stop |