JT’s Intro

Lyrics

[Intro: JT the Bigga Figga] Welcome Let the games begin, and we're uninvited This yo' bread bakin', Fed shakin' Frisco city counterpart JT Tha Bigga Figga, Game Recognize Game in the Bay, mayne On this intro for the young Mac Dreezy Man, I remember when we first hooked up on a humbug In the Big Oaktown, Jack London Square Diamond shoppin' and collar poppin' Never to know we the top of the Rompin' Nation Paper chasin' and Chevy racin' That's our occupation But he fresh up out the feds though With his new album Stupid Doo Doo Dumb Guaranteed to have every ghetto nigga sprung So peep this here game, mayne I was sixteen years old, fresh up off the ranch Got an extra 45 days, got caught with a half a tamp Too Hard for the Radio poundin' in Chevy Novas Young soldiers off killa doja, blaze the roper, I told ya What's Really Going On was the name of the song, ho The California Livin' got me On My Toes I'm Y-double-B out the family tree of them Crest Macs The Romper Room, Crew Thang, Loced Out and the SES Fac Now the Crestside Country Club ballers and baby thugs My nigga came home and the 'more showed love But he back up in yo' face representin' the Bay So peep game from my cuddie, playa potna Mac Dre