Seinfeld Lyrics - Heroz4hire - Jeru The Damaja

Ham hops, crack rocks, ooo-wops, cell blocks 

Biscuits, gravy, smothered pork chops 

Big diamond bracelets, mad lootin drug spots 

High speed chases, robbiries, crooked cops 

Bitches with fat asses, no brain and drop top 

Guess who's pregnant, so and so got shot 

Benzes, blue and green contact lenses 

Ya money, ya car and how live you and your mens is 

Knowin who your friends is, millionaire dollar shoppin benjeses 

Ya money how much them timbs is 

In my roll, fuckin shit raw, gettin driz-niz 

Me and ya dip, in the cut, blazin a bliz, she suckin my diz-nick 

Cope p'los and heron bricks 

So many girls in this world, which one should I pick? 

Shit is gettin thick, you better move quick 

Rappers is mad gangsters, applying pressure like the heimlich 

Dime chicks, that I love to stick lick 

Murderers, thieves, hustlers, pimps and tricks 

Chorus 6X 

Lalalalalalalalalalala 

Rolex, fat checks, while sex in tecks 

Bad ho's, corresing my chest, sippin the Beck's 

Burning l's in your projects, what's next 

It's the first of the month, go get those welfare checks 

Crazy connects, pushing a Lex, suckin on breasts 

Sleep all day, all night, fuck and duck the tech 

Dibs, the one's that quickest to draws, the one that lives 

Makin moves like a chess wiz, gotta feed my eight kids 

My niggas in the ghetto, know what time it is 

I need deep and pussy pampers, cribs and bibs 

Day to day, is how a nigga lives 

Nothing's what a nigga is 

So he ends up in pri- 

Zon, I think ya pussy so go get ya son 

Tough ass rappers, crazy talk no action 

Got freaky stunts, bring some 

Makin all Queens in my kingdom 

Eighty niggas can't get a crumb 

Dizzy broads with dope bodies, a dime a dozen 

Bottom line the pussy bangin, it'll make me cum 

Chorus 6X 

Jagaurs, strip bars, ghetto supastar 

Me and ya pussy out on the road, whippin ya car 

I'm takin off her bra, she gettin bucked baby pa 

Look new, but true, fuck like a pro likes action 

No camera, co reck it and leave a scar 

Niggas is fake and rough, but sleep like spar 

To cuss, bust, dutch us and bringin the ruckus 

Money makin brothers wanna fight and fuss 

Cruisin out my flesh light, plus make playas look ridiculous 

Trying hard, but can't stop the bumrush 

Sun trust, all the temples I crush, ya must back up 

Spontaneous combustion 

Forty five freaks inside my dungeon 

When I get paid I want it in alumson 

Lick a shot and cause pandemonium 

Crazy niggas in jail or the insane asylum 

Brooklyn Brooklyn is where I'm from 

Three minutes and some change and I still ain't say none 

Chorus 6X