The Jacka - Do Like Jack lyrics

[The Jacka - Do Like Jack lyrics]

Hunnid in my chop and it's on my lap
How these niggas Mob, they ain't do like that
You don't move like that
You don't do like Jack
Hunnid in my chop and it's on my lap
Raised up in that Mob, now it's on my back
Even though we hard, bitches love the Jack
30's on my car, 30 in my Mac
You don't know who we are
This is what they slap

This is one for them ill bitches who
Fall in love with real niggas
We fuck bitches, we kill niggas
They don't give a fuck they still with us
Where's your whole thang
We the dope gang mami
You know I ride around with
A drum in the tummy
Right now I'm the nigg but
You always fucked with me


Our sound so big that the world wanna know me
AR All-Stars but we never need a trophy
European cars and the inside smoky
All my niggas strapped and
Their clips are poking
And they never laugh even
Though you niggas joking
Two S's on my Chev and the cam straight
30 in my FN and I got this shit from Oakland
Every place that I land
Niggas pullin' up smoking
Straight Mob the whole town but
The girl still open
Bring 'em in our world now
We got the pearl soaking
And we're only in the trap
Where there's niggas sellin' cocaine
I never said a word and
I never heard a complain
20 AK's never take'm to the gun range
To man you gotta start young
Knock down ten niggas if
You're beefin' with one
Make it hard on these niggas
Every time that you come
Hunnid in my clip but I'm leavin' with none

Hunnid in my chop and it's on my lap
How these niggas Mob, they ain't do like that
You don't move like that
You don't do like Jack
Hunnid in my chop and it's on my lap
Raised up in that Mob, now it's on my back
Even though we hard, bitches love the Jack
30's on my car, 30 in my Mac
You don't know who we are
This is what they slap

They say ain't no room
My AK gon' make the room
Then the JA gonna take the throne
Gun you down in the night when the laser off
Man this Mob ass shit is the number one song
Fast shout any real nigga never got on
Home-girl not a dyke but she got a strap on
Just in case she gotta clap
Any nigga act wrong
So many bitches on my dick
That I gotta act gone
Bouta free my nigga Ice he
Don't got that long
But we still pay the price
Cause there's niggas doin' life
Know they free one day though
We wish it was tonight
My nigga Dre got shot then
He went into the light
Didn't pull through then but we
Wish he was alright
That was the only time I made
A wish in my life
Nigga I ain't never been a bitch in my life

Hunnid in my chop and it's on my lap
How these niggas Mob, they ain't do like that
You don't move like that
You don't do like Jack
Hunnid in my chop and it's on my lap
Raised up in that Mob, now it's on my back
Even though we hard, bitches love the Jack
30's on my car, 30 in my Mac
You don't know who we are
This is what they slap

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