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the jacka – storm كلمات اغاني

[jacka]
k!lla on the road n-gga
(riders on the storm)
n-gga watch out n-gga
(riders on the storm)
the j-a n-gga
you know what

spit my life on this beat, live my life on the street
got the thugs on my team, keep the strap in my reach
and i’m lovin’ the lean, but don’t f-ck wit the peach
optimo, hit the sco, 60 box of the sweets
yea i’m fully aware, even if i look sleep
i really live this sh-t, these squares wanna be me
but you n-ggas is weak, and you scared to get doe
i done did road trips wit 50 bricks of that blow
gangsta’s buy ’em from me, but’ll k!ll for ya nig
cuz keep it real as f-ck is all i did
that’s all i know, smoke everyday
100 in my chop, cuz we don’t play
na we just k!ll, n-gga where i stay
n-gga where i live, hit a bank bare faced
just to feed our kid, got beef wit the j
shoot my gun at your crib, and do a day at the block
never stop for the pigs, that’s just how we rock

(riders on the storm)

[cormega]
i’m from the city that big rep
where c0ke droughts, got n-ggas cryin’ like isaiah on the knick’s bench
a closed mouth don’t get fed
a real man, will keep his mouth closed even with the feds
never sleep you get enough rest when you’re dead
f-ck a dream what you need is a good connect
if it’s pure or compressed you’ve been blessed
in other words less complainin’ more to stretch
thorough n-ggas ain’t born we bred
i’d rather be loved than feared
i’m smooth ’til i’m on the edge
i don’t move unprepared
what part you ain’t understand
f-ck around lay around, while i over stand
the road to redemption i’m on a chosen path
to greatness ain’t nothin’ gonna hold me back
n-ggas know where my zone is at
i spit it how i live it this is cocaine rap, ugh

(riders on the storm)

[jacka]
yea n-gga, the jack

hustlin’ in the rain wit my nigs pushin’ cane
push my thang to your ribs n-gga you know what this is
f-ck the drought i’m the jack, give me all the sh-t
i’m goin’ in, let’s get it in, i’ll k!ll again to feed my kids
i gives a sh-t about a b-tch up in the yay
east bay gangsta like that s-p-i-c-e who rock wit men
you can eat, i walk around wit my heat
but i’m cooler than a styrofoam cup full of lean
if you know us if you don’t you better scream m-th- f-cka
chrome 4-4 wit the beam on the rubber
livin’ n-gga’s dreams but a n-gga had to suffer
ridin’ through the storm i don’t think i could recover

- the jacka

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