Go

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[Intro] Go! (go, go, go) [Verse 1: Jim Jones] Uh, this ain't spitting, this is monkey flipping We keep guns on hip and, you don't want no friction And of course we still run the shit and No toilet bowl nigga, we still dopest shitting On silly competition with their weak compilations We be thirty deep, it's easy, we'll stomp your face in Two hundred cash for them cars we racin' And we want the cash even though its the root of Satan Debatin', they love the way I floss 'em The chicks say he's awesome, with no prejudice, it's just I love a sexy bitch White, black, yellow, purple, have them on some X and shit Double stack, hopping out the bubble back Porsche motherfucker, get your thoughts mother fucker And some say I'm bipolar cause I stay high like the solar [Hook: Jim Jones] This is the concrete jungle, the game don't fumble Stand tall like Mutombo, reporting like Bryant Gumble And, I hope my name don't fumble out your mouth Watch you mouth if the cops do come through This is the concrete jungle, the game don't fumble Stand tall like Mutombo [Interlude] Go! (go, go, go) [Verse 2: Curren$y] I'm a money machine, counting rap dollars at a sickening volume While losers was counting on me not popping Suckas was getting pissed since I was plotting On taking ownership of all of this and I almost got it Haters bump me on the low and don't tell nobody about it Fuck it though, not another bar for the suckers My bucket low, Arizona Grape flavored In my cup holder, these cars may look alike But yours is much slower, this the big dog motor Should have saved up for it, but fools be in a rush To touch something quick, you took the easy route And copped a fucking V-6 with your lame ass I'm pouring liquor on your bitches, Spitta, Dame Dash Homeboy that's church like stained glass Old school super goose, no brake pads Go into the store and get some papers when the rain pass Yeah [Hook: Jim Jones] This is the concrete jungle, the game don't fumble Stand tall like Mutombo, reporting like Bryant Gumble And, I hope my name don't fumble out your mouth Watch you mouth if the cops do come through This is the concrete jungle, the game don't fumble Stand tall like Mutombo [Outro] Go! (go, go, go)
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Credits
- Writers
- Jim Jones
- Curren$y