Bun B - My j**el lyrics

[Intro:] Yeah Just like that, baby boy Brrat Y'all understand me Bigger than life (crazy) Y'all understand me? (yeah) The sun do shine Believe me (yeah) Down bottom (yeah) Brrat (yeah) [Hook] Give me my * Job for my goons Cooked up the food Got the ice for the j**els * the hustle money * Buyin' or sell Private jets * See, we live a luxury life Dom P., pearl white Harvey Davis bike Mansion on sight Do the five mikes Take the five mikes * five mikes Five star and * life (brrat) [Birdman] Bounce back, rebel Going in a * sell I'm raising hell doing swell Make the mail*, the mirror Make the money, * tell Make the money Flip the money * show and tell (yeah) From the bottom Where the roaches at Hit the light switch Where the roaches scat Bounce back, hella choppers More stacks, out the back To a bus * mill stack (yeah) So she love me So I * her right From the floor, no ceilings What a hella sight Harley Davis is a * bike Eleven-hundred, twelve-hundred Models every night (yeah) Put the suede with the plush leather Leather so soft * do it any weather Fly in any weather Hustle in any weather Shine in any weather (brrat) [Hook] Give me my * Job for my goons Cooked up the food Got the ice for the j**els * the hustle money * Buyin' or sell Private jets * See, we live a luxury life Dom P., pearl white Harvey Davis bike Mansion on sight Do the five mikes Take the five mikes * five mikes Five star and * life (brrat) [Bun B] This is G Straight up out the wars, from out the back of the projects Where * pull cords and choppers get pulled out Like you at the barber Fresh up out the blue water like we at the harbor This is my life (life) A ghetto dream come true Paper plates on the Benz, (Benz) ridin' so new On some 2011 * when I come through Black paint, black seat And the black rims, too Can you see me * I'm creeping on the low though In the big-body four-door With the four boy logo (logo) Smokin' * rolled up In a damn * getting high as * eagle dare drift (drift) Ain't that some damn * And it's true though But it ain't like I'm telling you Something that you ain't knew though So don't get it twisted like a noodle I'll put one in your noodle And leave a * twisted So what it do, Bro [Hook] Give me my * Job for my goons Cooked up the food Got the ice for the j**els * the hustle money * Buyin' or sell Private jets * See, we live a luxury life Dom P., pearl white Harvey Davis bike Mansion on sight Do the five mikes Take the five mikes * five mikes Five star and * life (brrat) [Young Jeezy] Give me my * Jizzle got it bad He ain't no fool (nah) Jizzle ‘bout his bag 2010 drop *, 26-inch Stick in the back with the 100-round * (yeah) Call him * bag, look at Mr. Toilet Paper Call me half a * with the gasoline chaser The hollow , we make the gasoline chase you Smoke that fire *, till the gasoline face you * heartless, he walkin' with a pacer Blue and yellow mirror, that's my Indiana pacer Black with the red beam, my Portland trail blazer No playin' where I'm from ‘cause we'll trail blaze you Don't leave no * And that's on everything I own But I swear * love every * I ever owned Black head to toe with the Louis V. holster Straight gangster, I match my four-door Porsche [Hook] Give me my * Job for my goons Cooked up the food Got the ice for the j**els * the hustle money * Buyin' or sell Private jets * See, we live a luxury life Dom P., pearl white Harvey Davis bike Mansion on sight Do the five mikes Take the five mikes * five mikes Five star and * life (brrat)