J.R. Writer

J.R. Writer - Jr's Magnum lyrics

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I KNO U HATE 2 C ME

ON EVERY TAPE & CD

N A 8 OR Z3

DOWN 8 FA FREEKEY

ALL U HEAR IS ERR MOVE OUT THE WAY & BEEP BEEP

FINE CAKE FASHEEZY

U NEED SHADES 2 C ME

I'M FROM A PLACE WHERE THE APES R GREEDY

FLAGRANT GREASY

THEY'LL CREMATE YA CD

TOTAL YO WHIP TAKE YA PC

HATE IT EASILY

I DON'T MEAN CALM WHEN IT TAKE IT EASY

SO JUST TAKE IT EASY SLO YA ROLL

OR GET ROLLED & FOLD 

N SOME FROZEN SNOW

STOP TRYINA PLAY A SOLDIERS ROLL

B4 END UP ALL TAPED BY A LAKE WHERE A BOAT SHOULD GO

WAY OUT WHERE A BOAT WOULD GO

I GOT O'S FASHO

STOP FRONTIN U GOT O'S FOR SHOW

U AIN'T HOLD'N DOE

AND I DON'T NEED A ELEVATOR IN ORDER TO PLAY CORNERS GOIN BLOW FA BLOW

IM ABOUT BIGGA CHIPS 

IM ABOUT BIGGA FLIPS 

IM ABOUT BIGGA FITS 

FROM THE HOUSE TO THE WHIP

IM ABOUT HITTIN CHICKS THATS ABOUT HITTIN CHICKS 

THICK HIPS & A BIGGA HOUSE THAN A SNITCH

THE GAMES A GIMMICK

THEY WANT ME 2 CHANGE MY IMAGE

BUT ALL I KNO IS HOW 2 HUSTLE TIL THE CAINE IS FINISHED

PICTURE ME ON A COURT TRYINA PLAY SOME TENNIS

RATHER ROLL UP SOME HAZE N A RANGE WIT TENTEDS

WHILE U N YO HARD DAY OF PLYMOUTH

CEO'S A&R'S HELD ME EVERYDAY & MINUTE

LIKE WAIT A MINUTE

I CAN GET U WHAT U NEED FROM THE KI'S 2 THE BEATS PLEASE MAY I FINISH

WHAT U WANT THE GLISS AND THE GLEAM

THE 6 AND THE BEAM

U LIKE THOSE WELL I'LL GET U 6 OF THEM BEAMS

FUCK A HEADREST I'LL GET U THE SHIT WIT THE SCREENS

THAT SIT N THE DASH SO WHEN U PASS BITCHES'LL SCREAM

& THEM SAME BITCHES THAT SCREAM

WILL SIT IN THE BEAM

HOW U WANT IT J ASS FAT DIPPED EM WIT CREAM

I TELLA GOD DAMN THAT SOUND SICK & SUPREME

BUT HOLLA AT CAM DIPSET THIS IS MY TEAM

I AINT IN THE PLACK SHINES

ALWAYS SEEIN WACK RHYMES

IM IN THE SKIM 50'S NICE 20'S FAT DIMES

ON THE STRIP LIKE A BALLER ON THE FAST BLIND

I RUN THRU 2 QUARTERS THEN ITS HALF TIME

DAME'S I SLAUGHTER

I'M BANNED FROM THE BORDER

EXTORTER EXPORTER & IMPORETR

I GO HAND N HAND WIT THE ORDER

I SHOULD BE A TOWEL BOY 

HOW I PLAY THE BENCH HAND & UP WATER

I STORAGE THE PALE

YA ORBIT WAS STALE

THIS FA MY HUSTLAS PIMPS AND DOGS IN THE JAIL

I STILL FLIP BRICKS HIT THE BORDER WIT SELLS

GRINDIN LIKE A SKATEBOARD TO A RAIL

U LOST IN YA TRAIL & U ALL TALK 

YA MAN YA FAMS MAN U ALL TALK

YA MAN GET FLOOR CHOPPED

I GOT IT TO THE POINT FAM I AINT GOT THE RIGHT AND ITS YOUR FAULT

THE CAM & SAWWED OFF

DOG & THA CALS'LL CLAP

IM THE FOULEST CAT

WHO LAY HOUSES FLAT

GETCHA COWARD SNATCHED 

& YA BROW PUSHED BACK

YOU'LL B ANOTHER SLICK RICK TRYNA STYLE A PATCH
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Language: English

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