The Jam

Hello?
Hello, Theresa?
Yeah, it's me
Yo, what up, kid?
What's up?
Yo, we going to this joint tonight?
Word
Word up, what you wearing?

I don't know, I'll probably throw on my black leggings
And my Tommy Hilfiger tee shirt, 'cause it's hot outside
Word up, I'm feelin' my sun, to get jiggity with the fellas
Word up
Can you dig?
Yeah, no doubt, what I'm sayin'? I gotta look right for the nigga
Ha, ya know what I'm sayin'? A'ight, yo, I should go
(A'ight) yeah

It was Friday afternoon in the middle of June
Heineken bottle caps and the aroma of boom
Around the time, everybody had just got home from class
Shootin' dice, talkin' shit, hopin' the cash would last
Yo, this was around the time when I didn't know no better

Juney moved around in a tinted out Jetta
Then he introduced me to that hydro smoke
Then I took one toke, yo, I almost choked
See, I never smoked before, so my nerves got shot
Then he told me about the party at the spot jam rock
It was guaranteed on, but I said "Son, chill"
There's a joint around the way that's supposed to be real
Word

He said we got all day, so we gonna do it right
Hit your man's joint first, then jam rock at one night
Then I said, "A'ight", then I hopped inside the jetty
Let me take a shower, I'm sweaty, and then I'll be ready
Tonight is the night I get my groove on steady
And get my drink on with that Ford named Betty
I went upstairs to get fly, broke my tie
On some liquor, to meet my high quicker

Now, I'm tight, them know, the party is the M.O
Me and my crew, we get it started like a demo
11 in the evenin', I'm feelin' like a heathen
This thing is goin' down, and I highly doubt I'm leavin' (word)
Booty cheeks start to motion and the kids is drinkin' potion
Word is bond, that Black Moon joint got me open
(Don't front)

Yo, the DJ flipped the script
Threw on the good shit that made the kid lose his grip
Blendin' Risin' to the Top and got these shorties hoppin' (uh)
Nuthin' but coppin', ain't no stoppin' me now (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yo, I'm bound to win until that thing kicked in
The Alize had me stuck, I don't know where to begin (a'ight)

Now I'm feelin' kinda jaded, wildly coherent
Me and the fellas started acting irreverent (uh)
Butt grabbin', mad laughin' just assin'
Then that chick caught up, the shorty lookin' fed up
They say you drug one with this one, gibbin' with that one

Ayo, I'm just doin' my thing, yo, I'm just havin' fun
You don't see me in here wylin' pullin' out no gun
Yo, I see some of that thing girl and I want some
So, let's step inside this corner so that we can rap on
Over this bumpin' ass song plus some Dom Pérignon

I hit ya with the good lovin' plus fillet mignon
Yeah, yeah, scrammy scrams, yo, that's that same old song
Ayo, tell me why the hell your breath smells so strong
Yo, put some brakes on your yappin', or you won't live long
Please nigga, push on
Alright scrams, see you later (scrams)
Can't mess with these street sharks or these alligators
I can't take it no more, yo, it's damn near four
I've been partyin' and drinkin' since I came out my door

Look at these kids about to mix it, damn, where's the exit?
Son, jetted to the ride and got the burner out the Lexus
Yo, he cocked his joint back like he's about to let him have it
Kid, I kept it movin' like the Energizer rabbit (yo, yo)
Ayo, yo, it's time to skate, ain't no time to contemplate
Whoops, looka there, there's Jake

Alright, you guys wanna move the cars? C'mon, let's go
Yo, c'mon Al, yo, that shit was fucked up, man
Yo, that nigga fuckin' pulled outta the borough like that?
(Aye yo, why the-) yo, let's get the fuck up outta here
Why them niggas always assin' out, man?
Yo, them niggas always assin' out, man (fuck you think, man)
They can't even have a good one on a hot summer night, man, it's alright, man
Word up, this hot weather is makin' niggas act stupid
Niggas be actin' stupid in this hot weather, baby

Yo, it's 3 o'clock in the morning
Hey Mal man, I'm tired of these funny style niggas, man
It's hotter than a witch's crotch, son
What's up, man?
Get in the car, kid (c'mon, man, get in, man)
Fuck is you doin', man? (It's hot as hell, I need some AC, man)

Muhammad, I can't close the door, you fat boy!
'Cause of yo' fat ass
Yo, it's Muhammad (c'mon, man)
It ain't no Muhammad, man
Yo, will y'all shut the fuck up man
Y'all in my motherfuckin' car, man (c'mon, man)
Yo, why you kid, why you talkin' to me like that man?
(I'm sayin', man) whoo-hoo-hoo! Baby
Hol' up, can I say something, please, man?

What's up man, what up? What?
(Yo) what you gotta say?
Every fuckin' time, man, we go out, man
We always get towed the fuck down
These broads be fuckin' shammin' like it fuckin' (yo Mal, you hot man?) (Fakin' ass)
And I'm tired of it, man, I'm 22 years old
And I get crazy high every time I go to a party, man (I ain't gonna front)
And the stupid shit be jumpin' off, man (I ain't gonna front, I agree, man, word up)
Yo, I can't have this no more, I've gotta find something new, man