Lyrics Jôckîn. - Tobe Nwigwe
Keh
Keh
Keh
Keh
Yuh
Get
twisted
Sundays,
we
ain′t
gonna
waste
no
time
Look
A
lotta
folk
Jockin'
This
beat
rockin′
Southwest
raised,
G
Mob
still
poppin'
The
blades
still
choppin'
The
babes
still
boppin′
The
rap
game
look
like
the
new
slave
auction
Can
I
get
a
what?
Can
I
get
a
who?
I
flow
for
the
trigger-happy
rapping
jigaboos
And
those
that
be
itchin′
to
clap
at
the
biggest
coup
Who
pack
an
SMG
but
don't
work
at
the
ticket
booth
Lowkey,
Fat
fine,
but
she
pose
goofy
Highkey
flow
raw,
but
it′s
no
sushi
Boy
I'm
on
wipe
me
down
like
the
old
Boosie
Yuh,
shoulders,
chest,
pants,
shoes
Shoutout
Sim,
he
the
coldest
with
the
dance
moves
Try
love,
try
God,
and
you
can′t
lose
But
try
me,
and
I'ma
show
you
what
these
hands
do
Yeah.
Young
Jurn
hit
me
up,
said
she
movin′
down
Used
to
ride
metro,
but
I'm
boomin'
now
I
only
rap
to
keep
the
ratio
coonin′
down
Don′t
sleep
on
me,
I
got
no
chill
Every
beat
I'm
on
roadkill
God
blessed
me
with
cheese
like
Ro-tel
Cause
I
ride
this
coat
tail
Most
my
partners
still
make
dope
sales
And
they
be
like
"oh
well"
Rock
so
much
Ice
it
look
like
snow
fell
And
they
move
it
whole
sale
Go
tell
it
on
the
mountain
It′s
Wee-Gweh
to
the
people
pronouncin'
My
last
name
acting
like
it′s
a
fountain
Of
consonants
when
they
making
the
announcement
I'm
tired
of
it,
stop
it
I
do
God′s
work,
I'm
philanthropic
I
keep
my
beard
glistening
like
a
prophet
And,
hell,
if
I
ain't
the
plug,
then
I′m
the
socket
I
swear,
the
whole
hood
got
my
back
like
a
chiropractor
′Cause
every
bar
I
get
it
poppin'
like
a
firecracker
I′m
tryna
go
from
Genesis
to
the
final
chapter
So
whenever
the
trumpet
blow
I
survive
the
rapture
Yuh,
yuh
You'll
catch
me
hang
gliding
on
clouds
Screaming
out
"no
diggity,
no
doubt"
Elohim
next
to
me
lookin′
Hennessy
brown
We
both
jiggin'
Swear
I′m
married
to
the
game,
I
elope
different
Used
to
dream
about
the
slab
with
the
4s
tippin'
Back
when
Twista
and
Do
or
Die
had
me
po'
pimpin′
Every
bar
guava,
you
can
see
the
flow
drippin′
Yuh,
don't
touch
my
drip,
let
it
marinate
I
swear
I′m
good
in
every
hood
like
a
pair
of
J's
It′s
the
reason
every
track
I'm
on
defecate
Prayline
5:30
just
to
medidate
Me
and
Fat
got
it
poppin′
on
our
wedding
day
I
swear
I
rap
for
every
piru
and
hoover
Tryna
maneuver
around
the
barricade
at
the
pearly
gates
Let
us
in,
every
wretch
need
a
rest
haven
I
keep
it
movin',
never
worried
about
the
steps
taken
I
give
middle
fingers
to
Satan,
wrestling
with
God
Demanding
every
ounce
of
favor
He
used
to
bless
Jacob
I'm
gone
1 Murder.
2 Chill.
3 The Blues.
4 Zėn Mastēr.
5 Snäp.
6 Jôckîn.
7 I Choose You.
8 Fûëgø.
9 100K.
10 Swäy.
11 Hârd.
12 Hëât Rōčk.
13 Rėâłity.
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