JAY DEE - It's Like That lyrics

rate me

Yeah

Know what I mean

Big Tone, Ta'Raach, Jay Dee

What

I'm a let y'all niggas pop the coochie

Cause you pussy

Plus this .45 bustin a back that ass up like Juve

Sophisticated bourgeois niggas with bad habits

And if you don't like it

You can get it

And stick it where the sun don't glissin

Niggas is critics and some don't listen

I told y'all

Persevering through all of this bullshit

And life is

A black six and a hood rat

Catching a contact

Plus the Hennessey

Get my brains blown out like John Kennedy

Remember me

Split a nigga ear to cheek within the beat

Best kept secret

Got some shit fixin to hit the street

Y'all niggas ain't even a issue

So real that a bleed through the pencil

It's like that

I need a day off the scene

Cause y'all gay muthafuckas is mean

I'm seen buyin beats of this nigga

That's like the end of my career

I tell a nigga like fuzz

Man fuck that

I'm tryin to have these bitches like

You see me I touch Lacks

Give niggas pounds like

See me I touch Lacks

Plus tracks

Bangin out the back of the range

Respect my gun and

I speak with a double barrel slang in

Unison with this music in the back of my brain

Rockin straw hats and Pradas

Com be eatin on McDonalds

But I know the time

It's time to get you up a bottle

Some shit that's hard to swallow

You ain't even a issue

I'm so real

A nigga ain't got to dis you

It's like that uh

Turn it up baby

It's like that

It's like that

It's like that

Uh

Yeah

Turn it up

Yeah

Uh

What

Turn it up baby

Uh

Feel it

I got a new respect for half ass rappers and wack producers

There's something about pure talent that attracts the useless

But drains the pure talent juices

That's detrimental to the rootless

That drink artificially flavored sodas

Biggie goes like compensate smalls frames like Yodas

America made to break down like dollar store purchases

But so called real niggas turn to catholic services

You know perpin is you, don't hate me

I play hooky from new schools and teach about the old

Where rap cats is cold like Michigan weather

Sportin Fubu gear pushin timberland leather

Through city blocks with scriptures that blast

And turn muthafuckas into father figures

Y'all niggas better recognize

Ain't shit jumpin off unless Ta'Raach authorize

Tell a nigga like this

Make like Dwele and rise

Cause B.C. and everything we make is fly

I got a lot of shining to do

And when I drop I'm a redefine hot

See y'all niggas got a lot of rhyming to do

I'm tryin to get a spot with a view

A tan six and a watch band with a diamond or two

Understand it

Granted I'm a bust til I can breathe

And every chicken alive got my cover a vibe next to Usher and Jay Z

The Montana way

Crashin Caboray

Glass of 'Zay cradled

Link swingin past my navel

Cocky enough to captivate you

You all consumed

Just smell the aeric that's in the air when I walk in the room

Recognize with G Quest and press on

And if it ain't dawn

Y'all niggas still pawns on the chess board

(Like cat said) Don't nobody give a fuck until you get them ducks

And hit 'em up

I spit for the bucks

Square business

What?

What? niggas?

It's like that

Jay Dee drop the beat