Jabba Jaws

Lyrics
[Intro: Estee Nack] Ayo-yo-yo (Yo, woah) My nigga Elroy in the buildin' Corduroy and all that (Cha!) Tomahawks steaks, cookin' flakes (Yeah!) Twin Glocks (Woah!) Ayo [Verse: Estee Nack] Fuck is you talking 'bout if it's not the acres (Ching) Walk into Neimans and droppin' papers (Money!) Son, I'm equipped, I'm pullin' the largest caper (Give me that!) Pot scraper, load the pistol and pop ya face up (Bah-bow) Ain't nobody like us, niggas cannot replace us (Never!) Arm & Hammer hop Copped the king bring the camelot (Camelot) Handle the Glock You might've seen me just featured on Banana Yacht (Woah!) Make the planet drop, posin' for the kid in shock (Click) Gamble with the guap Coppers eager to scan the block (Woo!) Children playin', man, can he stop or naw? (Naw) Burn your skin with a hot cigar Choppers lookin' just like a rock guitar (Brrt!) Pasta sauce, hittin' tops with hypnotism Bro, the method is shockin' all, keepin' watch from afar (I see you!) Drop a Jabbar, Jabba Jaw, learn to walk with God (God) Sgt. Slaughter, Octagon, Armor All (Ahh) Difference is you ain't raw to stomp in the yard Hit the product, dip in the monster car (Skrrt) Product delivered, niggas is knockin' hard (Blow!) I'ma start, nigga, we catch a fade, huh (You hear that?) Ayo, ayo (Doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot) Yo, I'ma start, nigga, we catchin' waves, like Surfing dudes flying For your mother it's nothin' worse than you dyin' (Bow bow bow bow!) Get 'em six feet Everytime I move, the shit is discrete (Why) You got a problems with me, I'ma turn you niggas to minced meat (Ra-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da!) Actin' like this shit's sweet [Outro: Estee Nack] Yeah Super motherfuckin' NACKMAN (Woah) Woah! [Interlude] Some of this accepted chaos, as this drip is just cascading down the surface here, just have some of the most beautiful marks evolved
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Credits
- Writers
- DJ Muggs
- al.divino
- Estee Nack