Dj Quik - Jet Set lyrics

(feat. Tai Elton Phillips) [9 seconds of instrumental to open] [DJ Quik] A soft beat got me hard as the street Pop yo' a** in the teeth, leave your head in the seat I moved scum with my sister 'til they snitched on me Now we run in different directions from the C.P.V Money don't come back, problems stay forever Bullets for my nephews, let 'em perish together For them I wrote these f**in lyrics on the back of a summons Wishin I had a big brother like The Game got hundreds So I'm flyin my hair out, tryin to air out Goin callous into my shell I'm kickin my care out Nevermind my whereabouts, it won't be where family Like to gank each other and only g**n in the house Just a post-traumatic sufferin Hennessy addict Bufferin won't even help with the static in my muffin so come and cuff him I'm slippin into the darkside under the influence of my own existance Like Playa Hamm when he started this ride Or Shabby and Bull Dog in the Marina We mack-a-nina sippin colada piñas, you shoulda seen us When Eric Wright tried to buy me out of bondage from Profile Cause Ruthless had all the style and now When did it change, I didn't see it runnin The curb came, I went over tumblin My last few records you heard me sick at the heart, gettin picked apart By the very people makin me breathe, now I just leave [Chorus: Tai Elton Phillips] You wanna jet set with me, ain't nothin really here to see We gon' be steppin off the plane, stress off your brain See the world as clear as can be People need cla**, you go back to school, I tell you what you need to do You need to be straight relaxin, ain't no reaction To the thangs that's botherin you - c'mon let's go [DJ Quik] My life in a day, I live for the moment Bein full of focus is my only bonus I walk around the city with a skeptical pair of pessimistic preconception And n***as grippin my gonads And that's only because I know some dudes that'll sabotage your food Cause they'd rather see you breathin than to see you leavin Pa**in the buck, they know you wouldn't be mad as f** Better to see you fail than to be drivin the baddest truck Hard luck b**hes who live right next to the liquor sto' The hazel-eyed beadie smokin b**h eager to lick 'em low The yeast-infectin misdirectin lowridin lover baby mother With a mouth like a sailor ready to blow I work around the clock to keep avoidin the ever-present traps Of n***as and tramps who see me as the on ramp Who come from mothers who had a fetish for c**aine in the 1980's And thought she raised her crack baby to be a lady - you crazy! [Chorus]