The Jacka - Girls Say (Remix) lyrics

(Oh, baby, baby, baby, oooooooh jack, jack Oh, baby, baby, baby, oooooooh jack, jack) [Verse 1: Andre Nickatina] The homie said... Now we can chunk 'em like Rocky if ya co*ky when you knock me Do it 'til we sloppy or at least until you drop me Nicky back at you like star 6-9 On the grind, on ya mind and I'm runnin' outta time You know that Bay Bridge heart kid run through my veins Hang with me, bird, let me pocket everythang 'Cause my 3-10 shoes they don't leave no clues I bucka break the law, but I f**a follows through. Holla back My Cartier is savoir-faire I was born round, I could never die square It's like that... [Verse 2: The Jacka] Turn up the knock, 7-7 box Hit the mini mansion, pretty black boy countin' guaps Semi-automatic co*ked 'cause I don't trust that n***a Smoking purple so I'm calm though a known cap peeler Eyes low gone, I'm a stone crack dealer Surrounded by monsters like Mike Jack Thriller Ride around strapped 'cause I might jack n***as Smokin' purple like a muthaf**ing nut You see a small bank in the cuts hold it up 'Cause a n***a like me done snorted hop to get high Fell in love with it, had to stop 'fore I die Young n***a early '90s pushin' rocks so I'm fly Every day, early mornin' stackin' paper, gettin' high Dre Dog in the deck with respect like Pac, n***a I let my tape rock 'til my tape pop [Verse 3: Andre Nickatina] I got a lifetime ghetto pa**; is the money gonna last? Highway Patrol say I drive too fast But I'm a bankroll holder, Ayatollah, blow a quota But I know you want my picture in your photo Motorola In my leather hat, man, I let my curls hang out We talking sh** down where the girls hang out The homie said he's good with the weapons And when it comes to b**hes and the clothes he's the freshest I think you get the message It's bu*ter on the breakfast, toast And I'll squeeze like a steak if you get too close I bucka bounce f**a fly with the flames And pucka pucka party with my life in the game You know it's all the same [Verse 4: The Jacka] The Yay Area, yeah boy, that's where I'm from Pushed enough coke to have the whole world numb Attempt to distribute, first case I won Break a kick down, sniff away the things I've done Smoke a zip or two a day, boy, my memory's done Remember n***as injuries from the squeeze of a gun Inhalin' trees in my lungs, pushin' V's to the slums Been through so much sh** they can't believe that I'm young Eyes tight like Jet Lee, I believe I'm The One Subhanahu wa ta'ala I believe is the one Without a blood test, I can't believe that's my son I'm just a hustler on the run every day bendin' corners Hoes pullin' up on us, I'm letting out the smoke Pullin' on a strong one, scraped out, hyphy, on one Muh f**a, all that sh** Return a hardball naid is all I wish Pasta and fish is a mobster's dish We was blessed with the recipe, searching for the rest of me Blinded by the light, going on ecstasy If it wasn't for this gangsta sh** I wonder where the West would be World War 3, don't wanna die, stand next to me (Jack Oh, baby, baby,baby, oooooooh)