Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Scared, artist - Jake One. Date of issue: 06.10.2008
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Scared |
| Bad Italian chick, loud mouth, kind of thick |
| Timid in the sack and experienced, scared of the dick |
| Still she got juice like Tony Soprano |
| So when I touch down in her town, she scoop me up pronto |
| Cracked the bottle on some boojie shit I couldn’t pronounce |
| In a restaurant she walked up in just like it’s a house |
| Sit back, crackin jokes with the waiters in their native language |
| Tippin extra big, I didn’t get a chance to pay it |
| My eyes sold a thing cause I ain’t have to say it |
| She lookin like a model, make you want to take it home and spank it |
| Kool-Aid smiles, every time I seen her naked |
| Fun to kick it with, but her lifestyle was dangerous ('style was |
| Dangerous) |
| I chilled at her spot when I wasn’t on tour |
| Had to keep her on a chain cause she kept it so raw (so raw) |
| She didn’t have to tell me what she did for a living |
| She had two different apartments in the same building (same building) |
| I’m there chillin, eatin Pop Tarts watching «The Love Boat» |
| In my drawers, half asleep (half asleep), she deep in her blunt smoke |
| Heard a knock at her door, I thought it might be her folks |
| She grabbed a burner, right then some brothers kicked in a deadbolt |
| (deadbolt) |
| Ski masks and block hoodies, all that I saw |
| That saw me, but didn’t see my shorty down on the floor |
| I played dumb, homie snatched me up and asked «where the coke at?» |
| His face exploded, shorty a surgeon with the gat (*gun shot*) |
| He dropped, body stiff, blood splattered my shit |
| I dipped behind the kitchen counter, not tryin to get hit |
| Two other dudes still standin, one got a shotty |
| Other one a twenty-two, that ain’t hurtin nobody |
| He started runnin right past me, forgot I was there |
| So I trip him up, she grab him, put the gat to his ear |
| Tell his man to drop the burner or his boy gettin sprayed |
| But he ran, so she popped his boy anyway (*gun shot*) |
| I’m throwin up like a little bitch, there’s blood everywhere |
| She dropped dude’s dead body in a La-Z-Boy chair |
| Lit a square, call the cops, told 'em «get over here!» |
| (get over here) |
| I’m shook until she tell me «ain't no work up in here» (work up in here) |
| Cops get there with ambulances, she got all the perfect answers |
| Totally prepared for what the 5−0 was askin us |
| I’m panicked but it’s obvious this chick is a pro |
| File a report, told 'em everything they wanted to know (they wanted to |
| Know) |
| She hella calm for a chick sittin on so much blow |
| She smile, flirted, then walked 'em out to the door |
| Couldn’t ignore how shorty looked like she seen it before |
| Gangsta (gangsta), not worried about a thing from the law |
| I had to ask her a question on some serious shit (serious shit) |
| These dudes kicked in your door and you ain’t even flinch |
| You just caught two bodies, made another one dip |
| Girl you a pro with a gat but why you scared of the dick? |