Jack Johnson

Jack Johnson - Bubble Toes lyrics

[Chorus x4]

I be the nigga representin' da south

Ba da de bow

We be luv

Slangin' dope

Sprayin' some

Hittin' licks

Fuckin' tricks

[Verse 1]

Speakin' of fuckin' tricks

Some of them suckin' dick

Even they stank is sick

You know who's hittin' licks

Gettin' wet

Frontin' 'bout a MD ballas

Strappin' up then tryin' to be shot callas

Servin' the hustlas

Born for the block

They might hit low so they tell us to cop

A cut, cut, cut and a chop, chop, chop

Bitches hittin' switches like a cha, cha, cha

Run for shop

We can't get robbed

Bitches gettin' high

So it's head, booty cop

Hoes suckin' dicks like lollipops

If a nigga slick robber

Then a nigga gettin' dropped

Whereva ya from do ya do it like ya do it

Cuz where we from we gonna do it like we do it

In my "A"

Representin' weak in dis

Catch a booty while i'm kickin' this

My nigga hittin' fronta this shit

I know, thought ya know

When ya hear reality flow

Plus I know dough

Spendin' chrome for the gold

Skee-lo ya know

Hot house smoke jo's

Grindin' ya know

[Chorus x4]

[Verse 2]

I've neva seen frontin' my advice

Fuck niggas betta think twice

A bama wit a dew shit ain't nuthin' nice

But 'cha niggas wanna do

I hunt yo ass like a gold sweaty liver headed jew

Gamblin' all my riches away

But that's ok

I can go rob for that shit the next day

Robbin' for bricks and ki's

Puttin' dealers on their knees

To survive ??? what a nigga need

Now I be

Jet mail like a rubber venom

And playaz hataz

I'm still spittin' slugs in 'em

Makin' money like Lutchie

Hustlin' for coochie

Tryin' ta make a million dollars livin' all in ???

Spittin' bricks like a gymnist

Gettin' dope from buyer Prez Clinton

Can't mop for the album

Shit we still got connections

If I go I still like to when i'm high

I thought I be stuck tryin' ta make fuckin' pigs fly

Get connected to my music like Tre to his basketball

Makin' sure ya rhyme in this industry

Another fall

If ya think this dream belongs to you

Never gone

Consider gone gamblin' wit this dude

So I started makin' lil' chump change

I still the same nigga ain't a damn thing changed

[Bridge x2]

Nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga

Haha, Luc Duc fo' tha 99 to the 2009

Let's ride, let's ride

One to tha one to tha one check two

Hit 'em on tha mic

Nigga stir me like stew

Lil' Cross says fuck you and your crew

Eight six nigga like a stick in that dude

I'm tha same, balla balla

Bless your chain, balla balla

I don't stop until I'm high

I'ma smoke until I die

Ride

[Chorus x4]

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