Seinfeld Lyrics
| Song | Seinfeld |
| Artist | Jeru the Damaja |
| Album | Heroz4Hire |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Davis | |
| Ham hops, crack rocks, ooo-wops, cell blocks | |
| Biscuits, gravy, smothered pork chops | |
| Big diamond bracelets, mad lootin drug spots | |
| High speed chases, robbiries, crooked cops | |
| Bitches with fat asses, no brain and drop top | |
| Guess who's pregnant, so and so got shot | |
| Benzes, blue and green contact lenses | |
| Ya money, ya car and how live you and your mens is | |
| Knowin who your friends is, millionaire dollar shoppin benjeses | |
| Ya money how much them timbs is | |
| In my roll, fuckin shit raw, gettin driz-niz | |
| Me and ya dip, in the cut, blazin a bliz, she suckin my diz-nick | |
| Cope p'los and heron bricks | |
| So many girls in this world, which one should | |
| I pick?Shit is gettin thick, you better move quick | |
| Rappers is mad gangsters, applying pressure like the heimlich | |
| Dime chicks, that | |
| I love to stick lick | |
| Murderers, thieves, hustlers, pimps and tricks | |
| Chorus 6XLalalalalalalalalalala | |
| Rolex, fat checks, while sex in tecks | |
| Bad ho's, corresing my chest, sippin the | |
| Beck'sBurning l's in your projects, what's next | |
| It's the first of the month, go get those welfare checks | |
| Crazy connects, pushing a | |
| Lex, suckin on breasts | |
| Sleep all day, all night, fuck and duck the tech | |
| Dibs, the one's that quickest to draws, the one that lives | |
| Makin moves like a chess wiz, gotta feed my eight kids | |
| My niggas in the ghetto, know what time it is | |
| I need deep and pussy pampers, cribs and bibs | |
| Day to day, is how a nigga lives | |
| Nothing's what a nigga is | |
| So he ends up in pri- | |
| Zon, I think ya pussy so go get ya son | |
| Tough ass rappers, crazy talk no action | |
| Got freaky stunts, bring some | |
| Makin all | |
| Queens in my kingdom | |
| Eighty niggas can't get a crumb | |
| Dizzy broads with dope bodies, a dime a dozen | |
| Bottom line the pussy bangin, it'll make me cum | |
| Chorus 6XJagaurs, strip bars, ghetto supastar | |
| Me and ya pussy out on the road, whippin ya car | |
| I'm takin off her bra, she gettin bucked baby pa | |
| Look new, but true, fuck like a pro likes action | |
| No camera, co reck it and leave a scar | |
| Niggas is fake and rough, but sleep like spar | |
| To cuss, bust, dutch us and bringin the ruckus | |
| Money makin brothers wanna fight and fuss | |
| Cruisin out my flesh light, plus make playas look ridiculous | |
| Trying hard, but can't stop the bumrush | |
| Sun trust, all the temples | |
| I crush, ya must back up | |
| Spontaneous combustion | |
| Forty five freaks inside my dungeon | |
| When I get paid | |
| I want it in alumson | |
| Lick a shot and cause pandemonium | |
| Crazy niggas in jail or the insane asylum | |
| Brooklyn Brooklyn is where | |
| I'm fromThree minutes and some change and | |
| I still ain't say none | |
| Chorus 6X |
| zuo ci : Davis | |
| Ham hops, crack rocks, ooowops, cell blocks | |
| Biscuits, gravy, smothered pork chops | |
| Big diamond bracelets, mad lootin drug spots | |
| High speed chases, robbiries, crooked cops | |
| Bitches with fat asses, no brain and drop top | |
| Guess who' s pregnant, so and so got shot | |
| Benzes, blue and green contact lenses | |
| Ya money, ya car and how live you and your mens is | |
| Knowin who your friends is, millionaire dollar shoppin benjeses | |
| Ya money how much them timbs is | |
| In my roll, fuckin shit raw, gettin drizniz | |
| Me and ya dip, in the cut, blazin a bliz, she suckin my diznick | |
| Cope p' los and heron bricks | |
| So many girls in this world, which one should | |
| I pick? Shit is gettin thick, you better move quick | |
| Rappers is mad gangsters, applying pressure like the heimlich | |
| Dime chicks, that | |
| I love to stick lick | |
| Murderers, thieves, hustlers, pimps and tricks | |
| Chorus 6XLalalalalalalalalalala | |
| Rolex, fat checks, while sex in tecks | |
| Bad ho' s, corresing my chest, sippin the | |
| Beck' sBurning l' s in your projects, what' s next | |
| It' s the first of the month, go get those welfare checks | |
| Crazy connects, pushing a | |
| Lex, suckin on breasts | |
| Sleep all day, all night, fuck and duck the tech | |
| Dibs, the one' s that quickest to draws, the one that lives | |
| Makin moves like a chess wiz, gotta feed my eight kids | |
| My niggas in the ghetto, know what time it is | |
| I need deep and pussy pampers, cribs and bibs | |
| Day to day, is how a nigga lives | |
| Nothing' s what a nigga is | |
| So he ends up in pri | |
| Zon, I think ya pussy so go get ya son | |
| Tough ass rappers, crazy talk no action | |
| Got freaky stunts, bring some | |
| Makin all | |
| Queens in my kingdom | |
| Eighty niggas can' t get a crumb | |
| Dizzy broads with dope bodies, a dime a dozen | |
| Bottom line the pussy bangin, it' ll make me cum | |
| Chorus 6XJagaurs, strip bars, ghetto supastar | |
| Me and ya pussy out on the road, whippin ya car | |
| I' m takin off her bra, she gettin bucked baby pa | |
| Look new, but true, fuck like a pro likes action | |
| No camera, co reck it and leave a scar | |
| Niggas is fake and rough, but sleep like spar | |
| To cuss, bust, dutch us and bringin the ruckus | |
| Money makin brothers wanna fight and fuss | |
| Cruisin out my flesh light, plus make playas look ridiculous | |
| Trying hard, but can' t stop the bumrush | |
| Sun trust, all the temples | |
| I crush, ya must back up | |
| Spontaneous combustion | |
| Forty five freaks inside my dungeon | |
| When I get paid | |
| I want it in alumson | |
| Lick a shot and cause pandemonium | |
| Crazy niggas in jail or the insane asylum | |
| Brooklyn Brooklyn is where | |
| I' m fromThree minutes and some change and | |
| I still ain' t say none | |
| Chorus 6X |
| zuò cí : Davis | |
| Ham hops, crack rocks, ooowops, cell blocks | |
| Biscuits, gravy, smothered pork chops | |
| Big diamond bracelets, mad lootin drug spots | |
| High speed chases, robbiries, crooked cops | |
| Bitches with fat asses, no brain and drop top | |
| Guess who' s pregnant, so and so got shot | |
| Benzes, blue and green contact lenses | |
| Ya money, ya car and how live you and your mens is | |
| Knowin who your friends is, millionaire dollar shoppin benjeses | |
| Ya money how much them timbs is | |
| In my roll, fuckin shit raw, gettin drizniz | |
| Me and ya dip, in the cut, blazin a bliz, she suckin my diznick | |
| Cope p' los and heron bricks | |
| So many girls in this world, which one should | |
| I pick? Shit is gettin thick, you better move quick | |
| Rappers is mad gangsters, applying pressure like the heimlich | |
| Dime chicks, that | |
| I love to stick lick | |
| Murderers, thieves, hustlers, pimps and tricks | |
| Chorus 6XLalalalalalalalalalala | |
| Rolex, fat checks, while sex in tecks | |
| Bad ho' s, corresing my chest, sippin the | |
| Beck' sBurning l' s in your projects, what' s next | |
| It' s the first of the month, go get those welfare checks | |
| Crazy connects, pushing a | |
| Lex, suckin on breasts | |
| Sleep all day, all night, fuck and duck the tech | |
| Dibs, the one' s that quickest to draws, the one that lives | |
| Makin moves like a chess wiz, gotta feed my eight kids | |
| My niggas in the ghetto, know what time it is | |
| I need deep and pussy pampers, cribs and bibs | |
| Day to day, is how a nigga lives | |
| Nothing' s what a nigga is | |
| So he ends up in pri | |
| Zon, I think ya pussy so go get ya son | |
| Tough ass rappers, crazy talk no action | |
| Got freaky stunts, bring some | |
| Makin all | |
| Queens in my kingdom | |
| Eighty niggas can' t get a crumb | |
| Dizzy broads with dope bodies, a dime a dozen | |
| Bottom line the pussy bangin, it' ll make me cum | |
| Chorus 6XJagaurs, strip bars, ghetto supastar | |
| Me and ya pussy out on the road, whippin ya car | |
| I' m takin off her bra, she gettin bucked baby pa | |
| Look new, but true, fuck like a pro likes action | |
| No camera, co reck it and leave a scar | |
| Niggas is fake and rough, but sleep like spar | |
| To cuss, bust, dutch us and bringin the ruckus | |
| Money makin brothers wanna fight and fuss | |
| Cruisin out my flesh light, plus make playas look ridiculous | |
| Trying hard, but can' t stop the bumrush | |
| Sun trust, all the temples | |
| I crush, ya must back up | |
| Spontaneous combustion | |
| Forty five freaks inside my dungeon | |
| When I get paid | |
| I want it in alumson | |
| Lick a shot and cause pandemonium | |
| Crazy niggas in jail or the insane asylum | |
| Brooklyn Brooklyn is where | |
| I' m fromThree minutes and some change and | |
| I still ain' t say none | |
| Chorus 6X |
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