y'all I'm on my motherfuckin thousandth curtain call Won't go pop, but I burst the ball, I crash the party When you hear J-Ro hit the earth and crawl Call
microphone than we Swayze [Verse Two: J-Ro] Oooh don't I sound great when I down a black eighth My style is much hotter than the enchilada plate My name is James but the girls call
six-four impala You floatin' on dirty water Pack your shit up nigga like it's on only you and your ?woda-goda? Track your ass down, smoke your last pound
ballin and I'm free falling and I sleep out of that pussy And when she calling I don't answer But she keep calling and keep calling And we ballin like
a queen to be You mean girl, but you don't mean to be Got your crown and your throne, little castle you can rest your dome And we can smoke a little
Yeah nigga what's crackin? Some play too big, Nigga what's the actin? I start callin out names And commence to rob yo ass like Jess James Me and Tha Chill
, E-Pills 'Bout to run a train on your wifey and I'm second next Treat ya face like +The Name of Love+ while I'm +Steppin+ Tour bus with a buch of automatic
up (hello) Across the internet I'm no Joe Blogs But you can leave a post And let me your know your thoughts Everybody Sways back game on Got my act together Look black James
a queen to be You mean girl, but you don't mean to be Got your crown and your throne, little castle you can rest your dome And we can smoke a little greenery
