Jammin'
That's Lightweight Jammin'
I was goin' through some beats the other day, I ran across this
And I said to myself, this jammin', I couldn't resist
My folks was like, this hand, like, who produced this?
My partner Ray Turner off of a beer and a spliff
This beat'll make your lungs collapse
Whatever he was spoken, man, I want some of that
Whatever we be talkin', man, I'll leave your ass flat
It ain't where you're from, it's how you're comin', where you be at
Where you be at? Yeah, where I be at
Missouri, Atlanta, Kansas City, Portland, Sea-Tac
Kentucky, Nevada, Dallas, Texas, Detroit, and the nap
Arizona, San Diego, Fresno, L.A., and Sac
I put Vallejo on the map
Rubber band about to break, ain't hardly fit on my stack
My bankroll out of shape, need to lose some weight, it's too fat
How much money you make? I can never be exact
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'
That's Lightweight Jammin'
Yeah, aye, halfway, that almost slack
It kinda not, that might just clack
Feel good, brand new, I'm back
Bitches catchin' feelin's like, well, I am
Tonight's gonna be a good night
Soon as I pull up, you bitches, goodbye
Party in the Jackson, JJ good times
Burn every ball, Clyde just cook rhymes, took time
But then she came, let's go, let's go
That's all she said
Mayonnaise, mustard, all she spread
Freddie bein' too short, he my 15's plaid
Jammin', gettin' it, diggin' it dog
Easy to jam when she be wet in the walls
She get to jammin', then you likely to fall
Could go ham when it's water and call
That'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 be
Inside, I don't listen, stop going mani, what the *** is you telling me?
Oh ***, hustler, hustler, dipping on sixes, ***ting on ninjas
Slap, tremendo, knock, ridiculous, chicken shipping, broke bitches wishing
Do they know about your open? Four barrels open?
Hella sideways, had a whole club show
This *** go so damn mani, people catch the holy ghost, like grandma ain't he
Hustler, hustler, he a damn boy ain't he
Fake suckers, you hate me, that girl wanna take me
I come through with the gangsters in the houses, eight rollers in my trunk
That's 12 for you suckers, boy
That's lightweight jammin'
Jammin'