Jackpot

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Jackpot Scotty Wotty] The rip of the jackpot, cheddar cheese stacka Trip off the black crip, why I'm safe cracka I have you leapin' like a greenbay packa Newest sensation off the meat racka I had to mention it, I knew it would attract her It was all cool, I was waiting for the after Book a jackpot, pick your own chapter Beastin' and feastin' and livin' like a trappa Shit stay spinnin' like a Mexican gattlin' Pour the ..... shit, just a piece of the action Yeah you know about that Fatal Attraction Brand new shit that was made for crashin' The palma lade, the marmalade, that was for maxin' Knucklehead niggas need John the Baptist [Hook: Jackpot Scotty Wotty] So get it up like ransom I need play everyday like the National Anthem [Verse 2: Jackpot Scotty Wotty] You don't have to like it 'cause it's good Oh shit, I'm sittin' in my crib, I'm writing rhymes in the hood Drunk niggas misundersood You know them sober mother fuckers better knock on wood I put it out cause its ample Them greedy G's drop dead off the 2 pic sample And then you grab a whole handful You run slam up the block.... (?) and jackpot pamphlets And don't question the answer, my word brain diagnosed like terminal cancer And people thinkin' I'm a phantom, like I'm all made up like Marilyn Manson A lil' nigga, you my grandson Cause if you bite my shit, son, you gon' need a transfer You know jojo was no dancer [Hook: Jackpot Scotty Wotty] I need play everyday like the National Anthem So get it up like ransom I need play everyday like the National Anthem [Verse 3: Jackpot Scotty Wotty] Camp Callaway on a Billie Holiday See niggas couldn't see me Donny Hathaway They say Wott, them niggas heard you three blocks away You know I smoke cats like three packs a day There's no gizmo, sashmo (?) is armstrong Break beat, one take, lean on a horn Scratch my brick and I can get the main ingredient Slam my door and I be reaching for that Commodore Everybody wants a good goodie You know another black teen got buried in a hoodie Some thought ... (?) live in a pink bubble He said he did it for the team, just stay outta trouble See Charlie had a parker (?), Reggina rang a bell I had Anita bakin' cake in the back stairwell All's forgiven, welcome to Thanksgivin' Order me three Bernie Macs, three six-packs of Old Gold Make sure it's Nat King Cole Make sure it's Nat King Cole Make sure it's Nat King Cole I got the hot shit cookin' on the stove