ترانه:
Jason Sweet

on a dirt road When I rolled down my window She smelled the scent of wildflowers on the summer wind With just a bite of homeade ice cream And a glass of Momma's sweet

met a real country girl? Talkin, true blue, out in the woods, down home, country girl She's a hot little number in her pick-up truck Daddy's sweet

to court for welfare-back payments Because I didn't keep receipts and bank statements I got the lead on ya, you only Daddy's little girl Because I think your daddy's sweet

from right, First lonely night, The first time you got your ass whooped in Your first real fight, Your first triple-double dare, Your first pubic hair, Your first time watchin' Jason

a nigga 'Cause I make 'em erupt like volcanoes, you just shake and you shiver Get 'em up, get down, turn around and put your face in the pillow Cut 'em up like Jason

'ma tell it the way it couldn't be told, Sold it the way it couldn't be sold Nigga who you talkin' bout? bout these young sweet hoes So tick tock, it

on my index stay achin' Niggaz stay hatin', got me late night pacin' I'm tight boot lacin', mask on like I'm Jason Shoot up shit like Larry Davis You

at night Like my momma, my daddy, my girl and all my boys I lost Rachelle but I guess I still got the whining Roy My couzins sweet, momma lay that Jason

Had a crush on Ms. Payne Blessed and he's strange Now he can't walk the same Innocent three-legged rover Kinda says four-leafed clover His owner smooth Jason