Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Jiggy Comin' , by - Shyheim. Release date: 27.05.1996
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Jiggy Comin' |
| Hello? |
| (arabic voice) You have a collect call phone call |
| In a New York state correctional facility |
| Press five five to accept, or hang up to decline |
| Whattup gangstas, how tha fuck ya’ll feel |
| We keepin it real, and hold on tight to your steel |
| Let them caps peel, one by one |
| And laugh while the nig run |
| He shoulda been packin his gun, now he gone |
| Cuz he got slippin like an old bitch |
| In the wet staircase shaft, now watch his man snitch |
| To tha police, but them no worry me son |
| I ain’t trying to get back it’d be my third felony |
| Pataki he want to see us, criminals fry |
| In the electric chair, but my spirit will never die |
| A true project nigga, I won’t hesitate |
| To pull the BLAOW, peace to all busy niggas |
| One love y’all stay safe |
| And fuck you, Officer Brown, peace to that nigga Case |
| WhOO WhOO |
| Jiggy comin, fuck tha police y’all, cuz I ain’t runnin |
| All ya’ll police can suck my diiiiiiick |
| And Mayor Guliani, that cracker boy full of shit |
| I represent, for all my niggas doing time |
| And those who got beat up and killed by the swine |
| Beo-tches, them porks, beotch |
| Them think them bad, cuz they carry, Glocks and badges |
| And when I’m pimpin in my green Acura |
| They pull me over, like I stole it from some nigga |
| But all my paperwork is legit |
| Registered insured in my name, so ya’ll pigs can shit |
| Police be cockin me like I’m some dime piece |
| A G from the street so I can never turn beast |
| There’s crooked cops, that’s why they get shot by tha minute |
| If you were criminal and you ready to represent, kid |
| Blaow, that’s how I like it, word is bond |
| My hair ain’t blonde my eyes ain’t blue so now I’m dead boo |
| It’s on like this is war, all my brothers in the hood |
| I gots fam that’s constant understand I wish they would |
| But it’s all good, peace to my niggas locked in jail |
| Bushy Kam, Killa Kane, Fogey Foo, and Ale |
| Down Low Wrecka and Junior be on storm |
| Keep your headz up, and keep it real cuz you know I’m gonna |
| And for my niggas doin six months |
| I see yo ass next summer, word up |
| Cause I ain’t runnin' |
| Rest In Peace. |
| to all them niggas |
| That got murdered by the police |