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, horseshoes spreadFreddie being too short, hit my 15s plaidBrett getting it, digging it dogEasy to jam when she be wetting the wallsShe gets her jamming, then she gonna fallHood go ham when this water ain't carzThat's Lightweight Jammin'That's Lightweight Jammin'That's Lightweight Jammin', that's Lightweight Jammin'Yeah, blij Daisy!Put me on man!That's Lightweight Jammin'She see the 7-3, she wanna get what I love to beInside, I don't listen, stop going maniWhat the *** is she telling me?Oh ***, hustler, hustler, dipping on sixesShitting on ninjas, slap, tremendo, knockRidiculous, chicken shipping, broke bitches witchingDo they know about your open?Four barrels open?Hella sideways, had a whole club showThis *** go so damn maniPeople catch the holy ghost, like grandma ain't heHustler, hustler, he a damn boy ain't heFake suckas, you hate me, that girl wanna take meI come through with the geysers and the hustlersEight rollers in my trunk, that's 12 for you suckas, boyThat's lightweight jammingBlack la la, black la laBlack la la, black la laBlack la la, black la laBlack la la, black la laBlack la la, black la la
