Mic Jack
Yo I'm coming right back
Delivering a flight pack
Mutha fuckas don't understand the flow
Like I got the mic Jacked
Knees gonna need ice packs
Freak when I'm in my bag
Get you crossed up And tossed up
And finished with the spice rack
Throw it back like night caps
Talk smart and get wise cracked
Why my style something that
They all try to hijack
Heard I'm coming right back
Dressed out with the high hats
Mutha fuckas never hear me out
Like I got the mic jacked
...Shh
Oh so you think that you heard bout me Huh
Exert on how I be using my lungs
Too bad that I make music for none
Try to do what I do and you'd be done
In like 2 weeks
Cuz you too weak
So fall in line
With the rest of the groupies
Know just where to hit em at
And all the pressure points
Where the gold where it hidden at
All you gotta do is point
Mama go low On the stripper pole
To fill the joint
Grab another stiff drink, sit back
Smoke the joint
You ain't gotta do much
Just enjoy it
Keep on moving
And you improving
To the next day
Get the rent paid
Know I'm cliche
But I promise that I be your bitches favorite entree
On top of me all day
Love the way I foreplay
Eat it out, gourmet
Break down your door way
Yo I'm coming right back
Delivering a flight pack
Mutha fuckas dont understand the flow
Like I got the mic Jacked
Knees gonna need ice packs
Freak when I'm in my bag
Get you crossed up And tossed up
And finished with the spice rack
Throw it back like night caps
Talk smart and get wise cracked
Why my style something that
They all try to hijack
Heard I'm coming right back
Dressed out with the high hats
Mutha fuckas never hear me out
Like I got the mic jacked
Yo I'm coming right back
Delivering a flight pack
Mutha fuckas dont understand the flow
Like I got the mic Jacked
Knees gonna need ice packs
Freak when I'm in my bag
Get you crossed up And tossed up
And finished with the spice rack
Throw it back like night caps
Talk smart and get wise cracked
Why my style something that
They all try to hijack
Heard I'm coming right back
Dressed out with the high hats
Mutha fuckas never hear me out
Like I got the mic jacked
Delivering a flight pack
Mutha fuckas don't understand the flow
Like I got the mic Jacked
Knees gonna need ice packs
Freak when I'm in my bag
Get you crossed up And tossed up
And finished with the spice rack
Throw it back like night caps
Talk smart and get wise cracked
Why my style something that
They all try to hijack
Heard I'm coming right back
Dressed out with the high hats
Mutha fuckas never hear me out
Like I got the mic jacked
...Shh
Oh so you think that you heard bout me Huh
Exert on how I be using my lungs
Too bad that I make music for none
Try to do what I do and you'd be done
In like 2 weeks
Cuz you too weak
So fall in line
With the rest of the groupies
Know just where to hit em at
And all the pressure points
Where the gold where it hidden at
All you gotta do is point
Mama go low On the stripper pole
To fill the joint
Grab another stiff drink, sit back
Smoke the joint
You ain't gotta do much
Just enjoy it
Keep on moving
And you improving
To the next day
Get the rent paid
Know I'm cliche
But I promise that I be your bitches favorite entree
On top of me all day
Love the way I foreplay
Eat it out, gourmet
Break down your door way
Yo I'm coming right back
Delivering a flight pack
Mutha fuckas dont understand the flow
Like I got the mic Jacked
Knees gonna need ice packs
Freak when I'm in my bag
Get you crossed up And tossed up
And finished with the spice rack
Throw it back like night caps
Talk smart and get wise cracked
Why my style something that
They all try to hijack
Heard I'm coming right back
Dressed out with the high hats
Mutha fuckas never hear me out
Like I got the mic jacked
Yo I'm coming right back
Delivering a flight pack
Mutha fuckas dont understand the flow
Like I got the mic Jacked
Knees gonna need ice packs
Freak when I'm in my bag
Get you crossed up And tossed up
And finished with the spice rack
Throw it back like night caps
Talk smart and get wise cracked
Why my style something that
They all try to hijack
Heard I'm coming right back
Dressed out with the high hats
Mutha fuckas never hear me out
Like I got the mic jacked
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Writer(s): Alex Montgomery
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