T-Shawn - Jump Street lyrics

Chorus Put your hands in the air right now if you real and you Rollin up the reefer, put your hands in the air right now, if a young n***a banging through your speakers, young a** n***as standing 6'4 on Lorenzo's, new phone got it chirping like a beeper, young a** n***a in the box, ain't nobody seen the cops, gota watch for these n***aa with the beaker Verse 1 I'm a young a** n***a sitting pretty in the caddy Like my daddy, 92' got a n***a rocking timbs Tall a** n***a writting verses, taking uber to rehearse it n***as cursing cause I shoudla rocked the rim Po a** n***a with a dollar, went to college like a scholar Make him Hollar, that tuition up again Ima young spitter from the city Pick a Shawty with some tittis, on my jimmy Tryna get a little trim But it's all the same, switching lanes Holding pain, rocking chains Smoking cane, tryna keep from doing wrong Ain't nobody home, on the phone All my n***as lead me on, switching tones Tryna make it like I'm grown, you won't understand That's the plan, when you growing up a fan, of 50 cent And he's the only f**in man, that you see up in your crib That's just how it is, get it how you live Coming backs the only way I could forgive, motha f**a so Chorus Put your hands in the air right now if you real and you Rollin up the reefer, put your hands in the air right now, if a young n***a banging through your speakers, young a** n***as standing 6'4 on Lorenzo's, new phone got it chirping like a beeper, young a** n***a in the box, ain't nobody seen the cops, gota watch for these n***aa with the beaker Verse 2: This sh** just ain't the same My bigger picture couldn't fit into your frame My n** I'm going off the brain Add a couple links into my chain And now the shawtys wana memorize my name This sh**s insane, I'm still the same ole dude you used to knew from back when, I guess I got a little better with my pen Now let's pretend, that I'm the same old dude you knew from jump street, bullied back then, but knew you n***as couldn't jump me, click it Lemme show you how I do, kick back Relax and just enjoy the view, n***a spitting all this truth Truth lies in lies, that you just can't dispute Got pastor Shawns collection plate up the booth my n***a preach! I met this little girl when I was 4 years old And what I love much she had so much soul She said excuse me little homie, I'm a bad tenderonie And I know I really really wana bone, take me home And do it gully, put some ludicrous on a gimme skully Oooo I like the way you do that right thur, I really don't care I'm aware, that you you never been in here Flip my hur, Ooo I love you such a perv Then I kick you to the curb, cause it only last a minute Now you headed to the church so you can pray And might repent it, we ain't finished Till you quit or reach your 2nd graduation We'll be patient, your apart of urban hip hop nation Little n***a so Chorus Put your hands in the air right now if you real and you Rollin up the reefer, put your hands in the air right now, if a young n***a banging through your speakers, young a** n***as standing 6'4 on Lorenzo's, new phone got it chirping like a beeper, young a** n***a in the box, ain't nobody seen the cops, gota watch for these n***aa with the beaker Verse 3 This sh** just ain't the same, my bigger picture couldn't fit into your frame, my n***a I'm going off the brain Add a couple links into my chain, and now the shawtys wana memorize my name, this sh**s insane, I'm still the same ole dude you used to knew from back when, I guess I got a little better with my pen, now let's pretend, that I'm the same old dude you knew from jump street, bullied back then, but knew you n***as couldn't jump me, click it