The Classmates - Jam lyrics
[The Classmates - Jam lyrics]
Travis & Jason music, giggle
Gettin' high that a bitch
On my special plane, switch it up
(Diamonds) in the light, doing my thing
Blow me light it up, spark a tree
No diss, keep it hood in my LRG
(Travis & Jason music, giggle
Record scratching) gettin' high that a bitch
On my special plane, switch it up
In the light, doing my thing blow me
Light it up, spark a tree
No diss, keep it hood in my LRG (Uh, yeah)
Still ballin' in the mix, on some chicks
Yeah they jumpin', all ninety-six
Remember All-Star weekend?
Them little Puerto Rican?
Yeah, I was freakin', all freakin' weekend
Jam, jam, jam, jam
(Di-, di-, record scratches)
Jam, jam, jam, jam
(Di-, di-, di-, di-, record scratches)
Jam, jam, jam, jam
(Di-, di-, di-, di-, record scratches)
Jam, jam, jam (Di-, di-, record scratches)
Diamond- jam, jam, jam, jam
(Di-, di-, record scratches) jam, jam, jam
(Di-, di-, di-, di-, record scratches)
Jam-, jam, jam, jam
(Di-, di-, record scratches)
Jam, jam, jam (Record scratches)
Jam, jam, jam (Record scratches) diamond-
Hit the corner store for a bungalowed
Or double up just got a page from a
MILF who wanna double up ring up Che$$
The phone trippin' so I hung it up
But I ain't trippin' I got five more jumping
So
Hopped in my dirt bike, 'till it break white
Eating pegs on the mongoose I
Got in third grade
Bumble bee raincoat, make it rain honey
Cause them shots I made
I made those in them J's so-
(record scratches)
Shots I made, I made those in them J's-
(record scratches)
Shots I made, I made those in them J's so
(Diamonds)
Jam, jam, jam, jam jam, jam, jam, jam
Jam, jam, jam, jam jam, jam, jam, jam
Jam, jam, jam, jam jam, jam, jam
Jam, jam, jam, jam jam, jam, jam
Jam, jam, jam
Classmates in this bitch
Miami grippin' the game, ducking the vice
Tried to plan something on me
Like I'm stuck in a vice
I mean, step in the place
Why you buckin' the ace?
I come first, get the hell out the way
And get bent over
Dope kicks, dope bitch flip her pants over
Hands out, no sir, flip your hand over
That ass fat enough to pop a band over
You think I'm playing? Press
Play on the camcorder
Jam, jam, jam, jam jam, jam, jam, jam
Jam, jam, jam, jam jam, jam, jam, jam
Jam, jam, jam, jam jam, jam, jam
Jam, jam, jam, jam jam, jam, jam
Jam, jam, jam
Record scratching
Travis & Jason music, giggle
Gettin' high that a bitch
On my special plane, switch it up
(Diamonds) in the light, doing my thing
Blow me light it up, spark a tree
No diss, keep it hood in my LRG
(Travis & Jason music, giggle
Record scratching) gettin' high that a bitch
On my special plane, switch it up
In the light, doing my thing blow me
Light it up, spark a tree
No diss, keep it hood in my LRG (Uh, yeah)
Still ballin' in the mix, on some chicks
Yeah they jumpin', all ninety-six
Remember All-Star weekend?
Them little Puerto Rican?
Yeah, I was freakin', all freakin' weekend
Jam, jam, jam, jam
(Di-, di-, record scratches)
Jam, jam, jam, jam
(Di-, di-, di-, di-, record scratches)
Jam, jam, jam, jam
(Di-, di-, di-, di-, record scratches)
Jam, jam, jam (Di-, di-, record scratches)
Diamond- jam, jam, jam, jam
(Di-, di-, record scratches) jam, jam, jam
(Di-, di-, di-, di-, record scratches)
Jam-, jam, jam, jam
(Di-, di-, record scratches)
Jam, jam, jam (Record scratches)
Jam, jam, jam (Record scratches) diamond-
Hit the corner store for a bungalowed
Or double up just got a page from a
MILF who wanna double up ring up Che$$
The phone trippin' so I hung it up
But I ain't trippin' I got five more jumping
So
Hopped in my dirt bike, 'till it break white
Eating pegs on the mongoose I
Got in third grade
Bumble bee raincoat, make it rain honey
Cause them shots I made
I made those in them J's so-
(record scratches)
Shots I made, I made those in them J's-
(record scratches)
Shots I made, I made those in them J's so
(Diamonds)
Jam, jam, jam, jam jam, jam, jam, jam
Jam, jam, jam, jam jam, jam, jam, jam
Jam, jam, jam, jam jam, jam, jam
Jam, jam, jam, jam jam, jam, jam
Jam, jam, jam
Classmates in this bitch
Miami grippin' the game, ducking the vice
Tried to plan something on me
Like I'm stuck in a vice
I mean, step in the place
Why you buckin' the ace?
I come first, get the hell out the way
And get bent over
Dope kicks, dope bitch flip her pants over
Hands out, no sir, flip your hand over
That ass fat enough to pop a band over
You think I'm playing? Press
Play on the camcorder
Jam, jam, jam, jam jam, jam, jam, jam
Jam, jam, jam, jam jam, jam, jam, jam
Jam, jam, jam, jam jam, jam, jam
Jam, jam, jam, jam jam, jam, jam
Jam, jam, jam
Record scratching
Travis & Jason music, giggle