Jingle Jangle

Lyrics

[Intro: Casual] You didn't even get paid for that, huh? Ah nah, man, you got to get yours (Get my change) Paid in full, mayne (Yeah) [Chorus: Casual] It go jingle, jangle, jingle for the po' And once I get my royalty check, you can kiss my mistletoe [Verse 1: Tajai] Coagulating, nigga, we gellin' Rebel yellin', edutating, the world is ours Control something, it ain't enough just to hold something You know the half, I want the whole sum Circumscribing with live shit So when my rivals arrive, they never get the chance to see inside The all-seeing eye, seeking, blinking, blinging, bringing forth A meeting of the tribal chieftans Me and my brothers pow-wow and building Trying to turn these thou-wows to millions Gracefully bow out, until then Basically, ain't nobody safe We body snatch over body breaks 'til everybody ache And you can tell by the paper plates Things of that nature take papes So we take steps to manifest and move, true Eye, wide, on the scene, sing [Chorus: Casual] It go jingle, jangle, jingle for the po' And once I get my royalty check, you can kiss my mistletoe It go jingle, jangle, jingle for the po' And once I get my royalty check, you can kiss my mistletoe [Verse 2: Casual] Ayy, remember the perimeter when high off the indica Any sentence'll injure ya I'm Cold Crush, in Cali, the gold rush in alleys Don't scuff the Ballys A whole plush Denali will roll up and down thee We make moves like the Men in Black Catch us where the women at Swimming in the similac — stay milky, dumb filthy Lawyers who defend the niggas they know guilty Rhyme practitioner curing the rap listeners Supplying black prisoners with Kit Kats and Twizzlers It isn't us, who see 'em? I'll have that ass in a museum, exhibit at 2 PM Scraping a blue BM, rocking the BluBlockers With bullets strapped to my chest like Chewbacca's With true rockers, guns in the school lockers Who'll stop us when we doing the do caucus? [Chorus: Casual] It go jingle, jangle, jingle for the po' And once I get my royalty check, y'all can kiss my mistletoe It go jingle, jangle, jingle for the po' And once I get my royalty check, y'all can kiss my mistletoe [Verse 3: A-Plus] Arbuckle, you must wanna see my knuckles I'm 'bout flow and dough, I ain't foolin' with y'all punk hoes Yeah buddy, with money, I'm a quick study If it get muddy, y'all muhfuckas should get from me (That's real too) I'm tryna get mo' from Bed-Stuy to the O All the way to where they driving on the left side of the road You best got what I'm owed Stack it, bag it, double street platinum Believe that's chips, boy [Verse 4: Pep Love] I shift your thirty-third vertebrae with my wordplay Tricked your early bird brain, still thinking the worm came We move packages and stack cabbages For NASDAQ averages to increase to the maximus We taking interstellar trips when we get the cheddar Ending any vendetta now that we living better We met, too Netter, and make musical medicine Back together again, Hieroglyphics better, it go... [Chorus: Casual] It go jingle, jangle, jingle for the po' And once I get my royalty check, y'all can kiss my mistletoe It go jingle, jangle, jingle for the po' And once I get my royalty check, y'all can kiss my mistletoe [Verse 5: Del] Jingle, bring your team, go mingle Jangle, hang, y'all do your thang, feels tranquil Same deal Diablo drill through hollowed skulls for the dollar bill Call it willpower, now you witness real power When you put it down for the cause and don't cower Allow a, moment so we could soak in A token, of esteem, now go get the cream It's all good, or so it seems, so no extremes Know what I mean? I'm flowing on a solar beam Coming through a magnifying glass that'll fly and pass Mad amount of mass when Hiero album crash Like a tidal wave, like a title page Describe a whole life divided on hype From lowlifes who hold spiteful vengeance Nah, you know it's no time for pretending [Outro dialogue] - I smell weed, man. Ayy, let's get a Phillie - Right here? - Yeah, a Phillie, man - Skip this next one - Yeah, play the next, play the next one - That's my shit, but... - Yeah, not that one, not that one, that's the beat, though, but not that one - I'll be back - Alright - Get a fifth, get some 'gars - I'm liking the new shit - Yeah, I'm feeling it - Pep Love: "I got that jewel of the Nile style, ruder than Wild Style, tearin' the house down, prove it from movin' the crowd, loud sounds in the atmosphere, while I'm crouched down, ready to pounce now, turnin' rappers to ground round, the best pound for pound, figure it out how I trounce clowns, smoke an ounce..."