lirik lagu triple j (rapper) – jump
[verse 1]
well i
make a lotta rhymes bout drugs and crime
cuz where i’m from, that’s all i saw
i was raised up in a hood that was called “the woods” back in the days
now it’s called “the raw”
only had one life’s dream
that’s to have a nice team
full pretty red chunky hoes
2 twelve inch cerwin vegas, candy paint
honey spoke cragars, and chunky lows
never really made it that far
i done had plenty cars
but was never quite fully dropped
either had paint and no beat
or just bang and no feet
or just feet, new seats and a top
used to get mad when my n-gga lil flame came to school with them thangs on the coupe deville
used to tell the hoes that the ‘lac wasn’t yours, it belonged to ya big brother who was k!lled
i guess i was a hater back then
but later i began not to hate and just do my thang
now people hate against me
that’s the way this sh-t be
yeah i know, boy, i feel ya pain
anyway, enough about y’all
let’s talk about all my dogs who done lost they freedom
my n-gga l.j., bobcat, pee wee, holla back
when you jump, can’t wait to greet em
them crackers don’t know what it’s like
growing up gotta fight
gotta steal, and that’s all it’s bout
but boy, y’all missing this thang mane
sittin in the chain gang
hurry up and get on out
[hook]
to all my heteros-xual
n-ggas in the federal correctional
i’m sending you a letter wrote to let you know
i hope you n-ggas jump, jump!
to all my state penitentiary
n-ggas that’s facing a century
appeal that case then eventually
you n-ggas might jump, jump!
to all my dawgs in the county jail
tell that lawyer, man, it’s time to bail
i know you p-ssed off and you down as h-ll
i hope you n-ggas jump, jump!
to all my n-ggas on house arrest
still drinking liquor, smoking pounds of sess
steady getting ticked and blowing ounces, yes
come see me when you jump, jump!
[verse 2]
now i
guess i gotta talk about those that you thought that i’d rep since you know the hook
i’ma start off with the cat, named bob with the gat, man i heard the judge throwed the book
n-gga caught 15 years
know your eyes fulla tears
but you can’t let your face get wet
that was just for the gun charge
got a murder 1 charge too
and he ain’t even faced it yet
now my n-ggas pee wee, joe clements
he’s no gimmick
and you can ask his brother, shawn
f-ckin with that man’ll get you k!lled
i’on know about his guilt
but i can say he was a con
d-mn i really miss l.j.,
n-gga used to sell yay
in the circle on j avenue
we used to get bugged all night
everything was alright
just loitering and having brew
now my n-gga gone in the feds
got me gone in the head
wondering if i’ma see him again
used to make sure a n-gga straight
used to give a n-gga weight
wasn’t no homeboy, he was a friend
d-mn, that’s scary
how about my dawg stan ashberry
when we was in the 7th grade
i was getting shot by cupid
he said “boy, you stupid. you should be out here gettin paid”
you know my n-gga been off the porch
then there was george
better known as mr. moe
they gave that n-gga 30-something fed
d-mn, look at everyone he fed
boy, they miss ya moe
[hook]
[verse 3]
nope ain’t
nothing really change
everything’s still the same
n-ggas still drinking halfs and fifths
yes, you been gone a long time
gone for the wrong crime
like wendell and jackie smith
you might come home, check your eyes
you don’t recognize all the places you used to go
be like, “i been gone up the road that long, that the drive-in gone
what’s muvico?”
boy, you gone be surprised when you look
and you don’t see snooks
and the blue, better yet, the oz
you gone even wonder, why the hood done went under
“what the h-ll happened to the f-ckin ghetto stars?”
hotdog’s in the grave
hobo’s saved
clete just quit, but he still in shape
julius mo? well he’s still julius mo
and big mo selling real estate
i still give it to ya blood raw
cuz you know i love y’all
so i pick up my pen and write
for n-ggas just like kojack
who always go back
and my homeboy, lil kenny wright
remember slim duey?
him and tim lewis
newspaper say them n-ggas robbed some banks
i’on really really know, i ain’t really really sho
all i know is that them crackers never got me, thanks
i done got away with a lot
and i stay with a knot
so i pray that i got forgiven
cuz i love these streets, and i love these freaks
and a n-gga can’t get no tw-t in prison
[hook]
[outro]
y’all holla at ya boy, triple j
aka, lil bumpy
all my homeboys who ain’t here no more
man y’all do the right thing, my n-gga
gone head and appeal that sh-t my n-gga
good behavior, do whatever you gotta do to get up out that b-tch, my n-gga
just don’t be no motherf-ckin snitch
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