Chris Jones - The Rucker lyrics

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Chris Jones - The Rucker lyrics

Intro: Chris Jones. Riffs Chris Jone$: I never sleep, girls hit me up so I never creep Im f**ing chris jones and she say the same Im super hot fire, she's tremendous repeat Your going nowhere dog, I understand Business cla** peep my cover plan Black panther, high five the brother man Jamaica this summer fly to motherland Haha, im so courageous Parties with the riffs and your chicks be amazing Smelling like money and I always keep the fragrance And I be in the cut, goin nuts, like a caveman Stop all the hatin, nah keep it up p**y like my enemy so I'mma have to beat it up Why f** just me and you, I'mma have to three it some Thats me, you, and her, damn what a vision Kobe or durant? damn what a decision But if I had to pick, I rather choose me I ball so hard so I always shoot a 3 Yeah I said it dog, all I do is shoot 3s I get back on the defense and I tell em run the 2-3 We rolled up together like cheech and chong doobies Dont believe the hype because all of them are groupies No not you girl, you know you can roll She be all on me like a stripper on a pole Keep on gettin money till my children get old When I turn 100 all my cash turn to gold 10 years later it'll all turn to mold See me stuntin' wit a kicker on my chest Always look fly everytime I leave the rest Even at my worst, I be looking like my best And I swear im a boss, knock before you touch my desk You talking bout' me look at you my n***a About my principles like a school my n***a We the new wave like a pool my n***a And the riffs on top like a stool my n***a Fortune teller once said, "Dude your green!" I was souped, who knew what the term mean Cool people can't see what a nerd seen Became a grown man at the age of thirteen Stress, stress, who knew I would suffer Im a walking movie, so who knew I would buffer I regret telling tonya that I love her But I was young dumb while we was at the rucker But even at the rucker, I was no s**er She always yelled chris like my last name tucker My polo hat would make you think I was a trucker She said the "im a riff, you dig?" I dug her But now you see me, im doing my thing Im talking that riff, im not talking that slang You know what they say, never, ever stumble Stay up in the jungle And stay hungry and humble THE RIFFS!