Where the copper the clay the arsnic and tin Run in your blood and under your skin I'll leave the county behind I'm not coming back Oh follow me down cousin Jack
off Virgina Tech's now, dudes ain't even safe on campus Gotta spaz on cowards Every twenty-four, every half-hour Niggas be trying to be Jack Bauer So
riders at The SS Impala co from front to back I'm about to sell it tho', fuck it, give it to Smith So he can stunt like his cousin and we all the shit
never see the day i reach glory I know parlitions is wishing that banner stop But I'm ridin with bannana flow and hat cock 4 shots To my cousin thats
cute baby thats right, u dig? and i also wanna thank my mama, my daddy, my grandmama, my granddaddy, rest in peace and i wanna dedicate this album to my cousin
m headin to the mother land Rippin' on that steering wheel, passenger's a duffel bag Hundred in the louie, don't confuse me with that other cat Engine in the truck jack
, who still gone, who restin in peace Now they killin over music money, not drugs, rap replaced it Cause thugs with no brains got no patience New jacks
who still gone, who restin in peace Now they killin over music money, not drugs, rap replaced it Cause thugs with no brains got no patience New jacks
'est pas grave, j'aime ca Danse ma belle, elle joue avec mes sens Me lance des regards froids S'balance et pense que c'est comme ca Que je n'oserai pas Cousine
rocher, difficile a battre comme un gaucher Rap de boucher, residus de crack dans la cuisine Hotel de luxe, limousine Chez nous y a pas de mains aux fesses ni de wesh, wesh cousine
slash, slice, and gash, last night was a blast! I can't quite remember when I had that. Much fun off of a half pint of the Jack My last VIC and a half
to Daz Daz: Now as i'm rollin' with my nigga Dre and Eastwood Fuckin' hoes, clockin' dough up to no good We flip flop and serve hoes like flap jacks (
to 5's Cigarettes and lotto tickets, tryna keep that grind alive All my uncles, they hit the casino when they get they check My cousins, they paint they
day it's sunny but it'll be foggy And in the funeral, you'll be singin' a new tune May your soul rest on the moon (?Jack in wood spoon!!?) In Channel
about survival Fuck the 5-0 they wanna see you D.O.A welcome to L.A. Where the ghetto birds flying over my aunties and my cousin house Tell me what they
You steppin on my reds ma beg ya pardon Ya didn't say sorry bitch what's the problem So Icey jack boys what to rob him But how a jack boy gonna rob a
kids who were full of wishes We gave some gifts and then we gave some lovin The weird kind of love that you give to your cousin Little Timmy stole
