Jeru The Damaja - Seinfeld lyrics

Ham hops, crack rocks, ooo-wops, cell blocks Biscuits, gravy, smothered pork chops Big diamond bracelets, mad lootin drug spots High speed chases, robbiries, crooked cops b**hes with fat a**es, no brain and drop top Guess who's pregnant, so and so got shot Benzes, blue and green contact lenses Ya money, ya car and how live you and your mens is Knowin who your friends is, millionaire dollar shoppin benjeses Ya money how much them timbs is In my roll, f**kin sh** raw, gettin driz-niz Me and ya dip, in the cut, blazin a bliz, she s**in my diz-nick Cope p'los and heron bricks So many girls in this world, which one should I pick? sh** is gettin thick, you better move quick Rappers is mad gangsters, applying pressure like the heimlich Dime chicks, that I love to stick lick Murderers, thieves, hustlers, pimps and tricks Chorus 6X Lalalalalalalalalalala Rolex, fat checks, while s** in tecks Bad ho's, carressing my chest, sippin the Beck's Burning l's in your projects, what's next It's the first of the month, go get those welfare checks Crazy connects, pushing a Lex, s**in on breasts Sleep all day, all night, f**k and duck the tech Dibs, the one's that quickest to draws, the one that lives Makin moves like a chess wiz, gotta feed my eight kids My n***as in the ghetto, know what time it is I need deep and p**y pampers, cribs and bibs Day to day, is how a n***a lives Nothing's what a n***a is So he ends up in pri- Zon, I think ya p**y so go get ya son Tough a** rappers, crazy talk no action Got freaky stunts, bring some Makin all Queens in my kingdom Eighty n***as can't get a crumb Dizzy broads with dope bodies, a dime a dozen Bottom line the p**y bangin, it'll make me cum Chorus 6X Jagaurs, strip bars, ghetto supastar Me and ya p**y out on the road, whippin ya car I'm takin off her bra, she gettin bucked baby pa Look new, but true, f**k like a pro likes action No camera, co reck it and leave a scar n***as is fake and rough, but sleep like spar To cuss, bust, dutch us and bringin the ruckus Money makin brothers wanna fight and fuss Cruisin out my flesh light, plus make playas look ridiculous Trying hard, but can't stop the bumrush Sun trust, all the temples I crush, ya must back up Spontaneous combustion Forty five freaks inside my dungeon When I get paid I want it in alumson Lick a shot and cause pandemonium Crazy n***as in jail or the insane asylum Brooklyn Brooklyn is where I'm from Three minutes and some change and I still ain't say none Chorus 6X