Atmosphere - Jackin’ Your Freaks lyrics
[Atmosphere - Jackin’ Your Freaks lyrics]
Gimme that freak fool
Another jack move sit still
Mr dibbs, yo homie how her tit's feel?
We'll jack any city, town or village
Dig a hole just to see if I can fill it
I stay away from you rappers, flip a dime
And wipe her off with some napkins!
With the M p l s and the STP
Musab and that's Ali
Ass up for the camera!
Feels good when you caught in the dark
Cmon baby lemme hear you bark
Raise up, and roll over on your back
You'll say
"I ain’t ever been photoed like that"
By the end of this tour I'm on
Everybody on the bus gonna be like
"What the fuck Sean?"
Huh, nothing but a cum-shot
Put the love on your face and take
A picture while it runs off
Warning: hide your wife piece
Cus Slug and the Rhymesayers
Are jackin' your freaks!
I'll jack you too!
She saw me first, autographed Overcast
Told her ass to buy a t-shirt
Lickin cookies, 21 and over
No sugar for your daddie's little rookies
I stand by the bar with the
Boose cus right about now
Backstage is full of dudes!
But you never seen me party or shake my butt
I leave that to the suckers
With the trendy hair cuts
World-wide I touch, steal your girl
And give her that midwest love
Casual passion
Say "Hi!" to the instamatic Polaroid flashin
Ya baby say cheese, cus
Slug from the Rhymesayers
Is jackin your freaks!
Mr dibbs, droppin '89 to pay homage
Cus him and I are getting old but
We know where your mom lives
She's not a bitch, she's a beautiful woman
That only loves you when you're smart
Rich or talented or something
Sometimes she'l let you trade your
Words for some pussy
And if you listen close you'll find
Out her name is Lucy
And all I ever wanted was
To pick apart her brain
And put the pieces on the bed to
See if it would leave a stain
And your relationship is strong
Enough to handle it
So don't get mad when you
See her with a laminate
Well you think she's your own now?
Well she is until we come do
A show in your home town
Love and War is so hardcore
But you left her at the bar
So you could hold the floor
I hope you're sure that she's secure
Or the next rhyme I write might be about her!
Another jack move sit still
Mr dibbs, yo homie how her tit's feel?
We'll jack any city, town or village
Dig a hole just to see if I can fill it
I stay away from you rappers, flip a dime
And wipe her off with some napkins!
With the M p l s and the STP
Musab and that's Ali
Ass up for the camera!
Feels good when you caught in the dark
Cmon baby lemme hear you bark
Raise up, and roll over on your back
You'll say
"I ain’t ever been photoed like that"
By the end of this tour I'm on
Everybody on the bus gonna be like
"What the fuck Sean?"
Huh, nothing but a cum-shot
Put the love on your face and take
A picture while it runs off
Warning: hide your wife piece
Cus Slug and the Rhymesayers
Are jackin' your freaks!
I'll jack you too!
She saw me first, autographed Overcast
Told her ass to buy a t-shirt
Lickin cookies, 21 and over
No sugar for your daddie's little rookies
I stand by the bar with the
Boose cus right about now
Backstage is full of dudes!
But you never seen me party or shake my butt
I leave that to the suckers
With the trendy hair cuts
World-wide I touch, steal your girl
And give her that midwest love
Casual passion
Say "Hi!" to the instamatic Polaroid flashin
Ya baby say cheese, cus
Slug from the Rhymesayers
Is jackin your freaks!
Mr dibbs, droppin '89 to pay homage
Cus him and I are getting old but
We know where your mom lives
She's not a bitch, she's a beautiful woman
That only loves you when you're smart
Rich or talented or something
Sometimes she'l let you trade your
Words for some pussy
And if you listen close you'll find
Out her name is Lucy
And all I ever wanted was
To pick apart her brain
And put the pieces on the bed to
See if it would leave a stain
And your relationship is strong
Enough to handle it
So don't get mad when you
See her with a laminate
Well you think she's your own now?
Well she is until we come do
A show in your home town
Love and War is so hardcore
But you left her at the bar
So you could hold the floor
I hope you're sure that she's secure
Or the next rhyme I write might be about her!