Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Seinfeld, artist - Jeru The Damaja. Date of issue: 08.07.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Seinfeld |
| Ham hocks, crack rocks, ooo-wops, cell blocks |
| Biscuits, gravy, smothered pork chops |
| Big diamond bracelets, mad lootin drug spots |
| High speed chases, robbiries, crooked cops |
| Guess who’s pregnant, so and so got shot |
| Bitches with fat asses, no brain and drop top |
| Benzes, blue and green contact lenses |
| Ya money, ya car and how live you and your mens is |
| Knowin who your friends is, millionaire dollar shoppin benjeses |
| Ya money how much them timbs is |
| In my roll, fuckin shit raw, gettin driz-niz |
| Me and ya dip, in the cut, blazin a bliz, she suckin my diz-nick |
| Cope p’los and heron bricks |
| So many girls in this world, which one should I pick? |
| Shit is gettin thick, you better move quick |
| Rappers is mad gangsters, applying pressure like the heimlich |
| Dime chicks, that I love to stick lick |
| Murderers, thieves, hustlers, pimps and tricks |
| Lalalalalalalalalalala |
| Rolex, fat checks, while sex in tecks |
| Bad ho’s, caressing my chest, sippin the Beck’s |
| Burning l’s in your projects, what’s next |
| It’s the first of the month, go get those welfare checks |
| Crazy connects, pushing a Lex, suckin on breasts |
| Sleep all day, all night, fuck and duck the tech |
| Dibs, the one’s that quickest to draws, the one that lives |
| My niggas in the ghetto, know what time it is |
| Makin moves like a chess wiz, gotta feed my eight kids |
| I need deep and pussy pampers, cribs and bibs |
| Day to day, is how a nigga lives |
| Nothing’s what a nigga is |
| So he ends up in pri- |
| Zon, I think ya pussy so go get ya son |
| Tough ass rappers, crazy talk no action |
| Got freaky stunts, bring some |
| Makin all Queens in my kingdom |
| Eighty niggas can’t get a crumb |
| Dizzy broads with dope bodies, a dime a dozen |
| Bottom line the pussy bangin, it’ll make me cum |
| Jagaurs, strip bars, ghetto supastar |
| Me and ya pussy out on the road, whippin ya car |
| I’m takin off her bra, she gettin bucked baby pa |
| Look new, but true, fuck like a pro likes action |
| No camera, co reck it and leave a scar |
| Niggas is fake and rough, but sweet like spar-tacus |
| Bust, dutch us and bringin the ruckus |
| Money makin brothers wanna fight and fuss |
| Cruisin out my flesh light, plus make playas look ridiculous |
| Trying hard, but can’t stop the bumrush |
| Sun trust, all the temples I crush, ya must back up |
| Spontaneous combustion |
| Forty five freaks inside my dungeon |
| When I get paid I want it in a lump sum |
| Lick a shot and cause pandemonium |
| Crazy niggas in jail or the insane asylum |
| Brooklyn Brooklyn is where I’m from |
| Three minutes and some change and I still ain’t say none |