Jammin'That's Lightweight Jammin'I was goin' through some beats the other day, I ran across thisAnd I said to myself, this jammin', I couldn't resistMy folks was like, this hand, like, who produced this?My partner Ray Turner off of a beer and a spliffThis beat'll make your lungs collapseWhatever he was spoken, man, I want some of thatWhatever we be talkin', man, I'll leave your ass flatIt ain't where you're from, it's how you're comin', where you be atWhere you be at? Yeah, where I be atMissouri, Atlanta, Kansas City, Portland, Sea-TacKentucky, Nevada, Dallas, Texas, Detroit, and the napArizona, San Diego, Fresno, L.A., and SacI put Vallejo on the mapRubber band about to break, ain't hardly fit on my stackMy bankroll out of shape, need to lose some weight, it's too fatHow much money you make? I can never be exactThat's Lightweight Jammin'That's Lightweight Jammin'That's Lightweight Jammin'That's Lightweight Jammin'That's Lightweight Jammin'That's Lightweight Jammin'That's Lightweight Jammin'That's Lightweight Jammin'That's Lightweight Jammin'That's Lightweight Jammin'Yeah, aye, halfway, that almost slackIt kinda not, that might just clackFeel good, brand new, I'm backBitches catchin' feelin's like, well, I amTonight's gonna be a good nightSoon as I pull up, you bitches, goodbyeParty in the Jackson, JJ good timesBurn every ball, Clyde just cook rhymes, took timeBut then she came, let's go, let's goThat's all she saidMayonnaise, mustard, all she spreadFreddie bein' too short, he my 15's plaidJammin', gettin' it, diggin' it dogEasy to jam when she be wet in the wallsShe get to jammin', then you likely to fallCould go ham when it's water and callThat's Lightweight Jammin'That's Lightweight Jammin'Put me on, though!That's Lightweight Jammin'Every time she see the 7-3, she wanna get what I love to beInside, I don't listen, stop going mani, what the *** is you telling me?Oh ***, hustler, hustler, dipping on sixes, ***ting on ninjasSlap, tremendo, knock, ridiculous, chicken shipping, broke bitches wishingDo they know about your open? Four barrels open?Hella sideways, had a whole club showThis *** go so damn mani, people catch the holy ghost, like grandma ain't heHustler, hustler, he a damn boy ain't heFake suckers, you hate me, that girl wanna take meI come through with the gangsters in the houses, eight rollers in my trunkThat's 12 for you suckers, boyThat's lightweight jammin'Jammin'