Jankie Lyrics
(MJG)
You might not know it but you
You gotta say it baby
The company you keep
It change daily baby
How did you get the Mercedes and the Escalade lately
How come its been trouble in the places you stayed lately
The black cat affair
A broken mirror
Two steps up under the ladder would bring me near her
To good luck that fucking with you
You make the sun rain
The same moment you left
Thats when the fun came
(Eightball)
Always bumping like a bad lady ho quit that
Straight up ask a nigga to pay when he wanna hit that
Always wanna drank my Hennessey
And smoke weed
Take you out to see a movie
Hoe please
If i ain’t got to get a room i don’t get one
I could hit you in the car and it’ll be just as fun
There’s six lil letters that describe you hoe
I could sing it much better baby this is how it goes
Chorus: Repeat 2x
The J the A the N the K the I the E
What that spell
Jankie (word up)
Bitch why you so jankie (word up)
(MJG)
Wussup sneaky nigga
How come you running yo mouth
And talking about bout some shit that really you don’t even know bout
The way i see it you a slick instigata
You thank you low key but you steamin like hot potatoe
In the middle of the fuckin day in Jamaica
Chocolate strawberry or vanilla couldn’t shake a
Jankie ass nigga like you
You built with fly paper
Leave shit around you and its gone good-bye later
(Eightball)
Always got your hand stuck out askin for shit
Instead of working you be begging trying to get rich quick
Faking acting like u interested just 2 hang around
Tell a nigga u a part of this and know u ain’t down
U lying trying 2 hang tryin 2 pull u some hoes
Tellin them about the famous niggas that u know
U worst than the bitch u need 2 slow down dog
For niggas like you me and G made this song
Chrous (2x)
(MJG)
When you was six years old you was hit
Everytime they played the damn game and shit
(Eightball)
Wanna hang so everybody know your name and shit
U’s a jankie mothafucka if I seen one trick
(MJG)
I seen one to
When lookin at you
You fit the definition
The height the body size yep the full description
(Eightball)
Please nigga get you head on straight and stop trippin
Gotta brag and stunt for you to get a little attention
(MJG)
Plus I mention you know you be frequently big cappin
And anything that a bitch want you give rapid
(Eightball)
Thats why hoes beg and broke and ain’t shit
Gotta lay up under niggas and cook and suck dick
(MJG)
Not clean for a nigga and fix my truck bitch
But everythang that you do still ain’t enough shit
(Eightball)
This for niggas and hoes
This for all of those
If you know somebody jankie this how the song goes
Chorus (5x)
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Stolen Moments Pt. III Lyrics
Hey , hey, hey, hey,
Hey, who dat? Hey, who dat?
Hey, who dat? Check it, what
Hey sucka nigga, whoever you are(x2)
Hey sucka nigga, hey sucka nigga
Whoever you are, whoever you are
Common:
Fuck waitin under my skin, the situation is scrapin
Somewhat like the girl X-ratin
It’s hard to be patient with no VCR or PlayStation
Knowing your Rockports, somebody may be lacin
Make me wanna leave the city when I can’t take a vacation
Without somebody breakin in my demonstration
For some South side information, I search the Nigga-net
It certain things about this I ain’t figure yet
Dirt, the guy who stayed with me and had a set of keys
Because his job had been stopped smokin weed
Thursdays is off days, he usually watch his seed
For him to have done it, a babysitter and a car he would need
The stripper broad, my TV and couch, she couldn’t carry it
Unless some nigga helped and that’s who she’ll get buried with
She was vegeterian and she wouldn’t have cooked chicken
I confronted her with it, to her story, she was stickin
The plot thickens, as we drove in search of this hype
Who I ain’t know by name, but I knew by bike
Chances of him breakin in, chillin and eatin
Are about as slim as he is
Though I knew where he lived
In his house with three kids, one I was cool with
As we roll, I told the guy, turn on the music
Just as I thought I closed in on one suspect
The nigga who did it popped the tape in the deck
(Excerpt from a movie)
Just tell me why. Don’t lie to me man, just tell me why
It’s the money, alright?
Just tell me why
It’s the fuckin money, alright?
(fighting)
Reynoldo, shoot that piece of shit
Q-Tip:
Know what I’m sayin. Word up
It ain’t sweet when you do that shit(x7)
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