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Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #691
Peak in subgenre #351
Author
Mixtapaz
Rights
lyrics copywritten 2011
Uploaded
August 04, 2011
Track Files
MP3
MP3 4.8 MB • 128 kbps • 5:15
Story behind the song
The Mixtapaz team up with Cain to steal the show (and a few other things they could carry.)
Lyrics
r.t: I SAY THIS BE WHAT I’M TALKIN BOUT! “MIGHTY FANCY CAR YOU GOT!”
JACK THAT FOOL IN THE MIDDLE OF THE PARKING LOT!
DARK OR NOT; YEAH, MY HOMIES DON’T REALLY CARE!
THEY SEE YOU, I SEE YOUR RIDE AND THINK YOU A MILLIONAIRE!
AND SEE, THAT’S PAPER! PAPER THAT THEY, SIR, COULD REALLY USE!
PLUS THAT WATCH, THE KEYS, THE SUIT (guncock) AND THEM SHOES! LET’S GET EM!
We comin swarmin like a swarm of bees, wit major
Weaponry like it was World War Three for paper,
Like lay the FUCK DOWN THERE, MISSES LADY!
THIS A JACKMOVE FOR YOU! FOR ME IT’S PAYDAY! (Huh!!)
I see you balla how you poppin tags, pa-playa!
Decked out lil’ mama wit that Prada bag! A-yeah! Ey!
You rockin Gucci and that Louis Viton! I’m
Rockin a shotty with the barrel sawed off! I’m
Huntin for that cheese! Huntin for that cheddar!
Callin for that loot like I’m a bill collecta!
THE ONLY DIFFERENCE BOUT IS I DON’T USE A PHONE!
IF I…KNOW THAT YOU’RE LOADED, I JUS SHOW UP AT YA HOME,
AND I KNOCK…AND THEN I
KICK IN THE DO’, WAVE IN THE FO’ FO’!!
ALL YA HEAR IS, “TICKLEZ, DON’T HURT HIM NO MO’!!”
I PUT HIM TO THE FLO’, ( b*** !) PUT ONE INTO HIS DOME! (gunshot)
THEN WE ROUND UP HIS BELONGINGS AND WE HEADED NEXT DO’ LIKE,
“Ungh, Howdy neighbor! (Yeah!) Just moved in! (Whatsup?)
Name’s Bobby Biggerdick, and these are my friends! (Yeah!)
And if you play nice, (nice) you’ll be jus fine! (That’s right!)
I advise you not to move if you value your life!
THIS A JACKMOVE, PARTNA…
“I Saw Him Move” Skit:
r.t: Don’t make one mothatf*** in move-don’t…don’t you…EY!
South African victim: aaah…
r.t: I seen him move!
South African victim: No! No, I didn’t move!
r.t: I seen him move!
p.d: Well, shoot him then!
r.t: Yes!!
South African victim: No…(gunshot) OH!!
Hook 2x
Interrogation Skit:
Ms. Agnes: Well, he was wearing a ski-mask,
Officer O’Malley: Eeeh-heh…
Ms. Agnes: but he was just such a strong young man!
Officer O’Malley: Alright…
Ms. Agnes: Had my loins all in knots! (O’Malley clears his throat) I’m sorry, officer! What was
the question?
Officer O’Malley: Ahh, for f*** s sake, lady!
p.d: I LEAVE THE HOUSE IN THE MORNIN LOOKIN LIKE A VIETNAM VETERAN,
THEN COME HOME IN THE EVENIN LOOKIN LIKE I'M RUNNIN FOR PRESIDENT!
I NEVER HAD MUCH OF ANYTHING! YEAH, THIS MUCH IS EVIDENT,
BUT NOW I'VE COLLECTED EVERYTHING, AND FUCK IT! I LOVE IT!
I WASN'T BORN WITH STICKY FINGERS, JUS SOME ITCHY TRIGGA FINGERS,
AND SQUEEZIN BACK ON THE TRIGGAS LIKE ME TAKIN MY MEDICINE!
SO BETTA JUS LET ME TAKE THE NECKLACE, WATCHES AND WEDDING RINGS
INSTEAD OF BEIN THE SIX O'CLOCK NEWS "after the weatherman!"
YOU WANNA KNOW HOW I GET MY DOUGH?
WHEN I ROB THE CORNASTO', I AIN'T GOTTA TIP MY TOES!
I WALK UP IN THAT MOTHAFUCKA, LIKE " b*** , YA CLOSED!!"
THEN I MAKE CONVERSATION WIT THE CASHIER, AND THIS IS HOW IT...A-GOES:
Hey buddy uhh...How's it goin?
I's jus walkin by, lookin through that window, and I...
SAW YOUR LIQUOR BOTTLE! MAN, I WAS HOPIN TA TAKE IT
WITH ME! OH AND NOW I SEE YOUR REGISTER'S OPEN? LET'S GO THEN!
Don't make me paint you like a tattoo.
This a f*** in Jackmove...
Hook
(Cain's verse)
Hook 2x
