Текст песни Kings of Queens - Jon G Woods

Yeah yeah Jon Woods
Yeah yeah Max a Mil
Yeah yeah J Mar
Un un un un
Yeah okay hey yeah

I'm crisp and clean but I'm still dirty money
From a land where even the governor is funny
Everything got a price
Corruption infest the streets like lice
Nigga role the dice
Gambling the G's
Get smoked nigga put your face on a T
Pour out the Hennessey
Remember good times
Niggas use me for copping Kush dimes
Roll it in a swisher
Break a big face on a bottle of some liquor
Throw me at a stripper
Know you got to tip her
Spending on rent cars and a babysitter
Hopefully groceries and not smoking B's
Hoes getting me to get down on they knees
Hard for a pimp shit hard for a hooker
Over me spill more blood than a butcher
Straight pressure cooker
What you gon do
Starve or get out and hustle for some food
Standing on the block shoot or get shot
Treat me like a bitch no I think not
Use me to cop need to reup
Use me to cop a whopper fucking deluxe
Pockets beefed up
With the heat bust

Put a nigga in the flu flux
Diamonds are made under pressure
Don't stress her
God bless her
Niggas quick to pull a tool
Straight Black and Decker
Nail to the floor
We all fucking whores
The world I explore
Glamourous galore
I want fucking more
Human nature
Billy Jean on the scene
Tap my feet to the beat
So discreet as I creep
Take a leap
Faith is our guidance
Prone to violence
Silence mindless
But gifted but get fucking lifted
Solider in the game
Carry out my name
Through the clouds
Feeling proud
As our vocals fill the sounds

This for my bitches
Down for they nagga
Michelle Obama
Ready for the drama
Hold up I'm uh
Spit it for my bitches
Bagging up work in the kitchen
Carry out the missions
No dissing my queens
Lieutenant of the team
Counting green with the crown
My bitches hold it down
On the mound like a pitcher
Keep it 100 with cha
No filter keep it true
Closer than your crew
Real bitches real spouses
Dudes be rats like mouses
Lips looser than some blouses
Softer than some couches

You faggot niggas
Skins and the blouses
Native Americans they scalp um
Reroute um whole heartily doubt um
From a land of they prowess
You silly cowards
Heavily bound ward
Taste it in my mouth it's sour
Spit it out fuck your clam chowder
The red or the white
Got to get it tight in the fight
Protect your face
Spreading like mace
Flourished with the grace
What a disgrace
For my race
Sacrificial kings
Spitting knowledge as I sing
Mac a million dollar crib
Uncle Jon got his own acer wing

Yeah hey hey hey ok
Yeah yeah J Woods nigga
J Mar nigga
Max a Mil bitches
Un huh yeah