[Intro: T.Y.] You know I had to make another one Son of a Gangsta Volume 2 n***a Yea, get yo' mother f**ing mind right f**ing with that Jet Life Light up! Run that sh** [Chorus] This is reggae music Welcome to the sound This is reggae music Welcome to the sound [Verse 1: T.Y.] You know I smoke 'em back to back got like 4 lit at once Try to burn with me than you better not bring yo' lungs Different types of OG's, b**h you know what we need Mix it with this music than I guarantee you OD Son of a Gangsta and look here, as I proceed To continue to get these duckets and smoke my weed Higher than a mother f**er that's where it got me Come on let's be real y'all know you can't stop me f** a system free my pops out that can So you could get this money, yo' lil boy now a man Plays back to back we be making on demand The highest mother f**er got the joint up in his hand In my lo lo, ain't no speeding in here we in cruise mode Flight before I k** it Imma need like 2 of those Me and Roddy came back with another track Jets at your mother f**ing neck [Chorus] This is reggae music Welcome to the sound This is reggae music Welcome to the sound [Verse 2: Young Roddy] Back when I was T.Y. age I smoked a whole pound And tell a b**h quick G's up hoes down I ain't no clown I ain't no code brown Shawn Michael on a track I hit it with a clothesline Bet I hold it down, huh I stay high even at my day job She say she like it rough a** up face down, uh Bet on that fool I been through hell and back b**h I walks like a pimp, talk like a mack Eat lobster and shrimp I made it out the trap I'm live out the gutter fool I started out with nothing Check my stats b**h I balled all summer Bumpy Johnson in the kitchen how I cook that bu*ter, uh But this that d-boy talk toting that four pound sh** this that MJ flow wearing that 4-5 But they want me stay pop like (?) Never that b**h it's Jets at yo' mother f**ing neck [Chorus] This is reggae music Welcome to the sound This is reggae music Welcome to the sound