Paroles That's him Jl Of B. Hood

That's him

Walk in the door got a line for the photo
With the swank lord I can never keep a low-pro'
Last I heard you was chopping in the dojo
This is what they want, so let's get it from the go, pro
Already, really not too many of 'em don't know
Always on the road, nigga, tell me where we don't go
Woah, then you see us on the jumbotron
I'ma tell them niggas, see us where the sun don't shine
You ain't gotta lie to kick it with us
Yeah, no we gotta [?] with us
At a Jay and Joey show, a lot of pretty bitches
You want another? She already got a picture with us
Hoes' ain't slick, niggas know what they intentions are
Like we at the job and I know what the incentives are
Crowded outside make it hard to get up in the car
Gravitating to us like the planets circling a star

That's them
Jay and Joey Cool, yeah they back in
Put 'em in the room and they packed in
Nigga, what you doing?
I'm relaxing
I'ma need the money on the backend
I'ma need a honey on my lap then
I'ma need somebody take a tall order on this marijuana
Nigga, show me where the snacks is
That's them

Bro, give me something I can ash in
Man, I use the floor or a trash can
Ah shit, nigga, save that then
I bet it all on black, and we cashed in
People wanted me to break like a backspin
Aye hold up bro, this nigga talk a lot
Don't mean to cut you off, I'm in the ocean and I'm fighting with the kraken
What's happening? Say we ain't tripping
They really say we ain't different
Y'all can't really say we ain't listen
Maybe ain't listen to the bullshit
Maybe ain't listen to the gossip
Maybe they tripping
Maybe that mad at the praises and the accolades
Maybe they mad cause we stay on an escapade
Be doing extra if ever shit escalates
If [?] the energy [?] evidence, everything
That's hard
I was doing this in the backyard
I can only tell you what the facts are
You getting it from us, you ain't that smart
That part, my thoughts exactly
This type of shit'll come naturally
Hold up, I'm signing these ass cheeks
Do not distract me
I don't hear nothing you talking bout
Everywhere we go, these muh'fuckers hollering out

That's them
Jay and Joey Cool, yeah they back in
Put 'em in the room and they packed in
My nigga, what you doing?
I'm relaxing
I'ma need the money on the backend
Moving through the city like i'm Batman
Can't nobody tell me nothing
Niggas know we bussing, up and coming
But they wasn't with us back then
That's them
Jay and Joey Cool, yeah they back in
Put 'em in the room and they packed in
Nigga, what you doing?
I'm relaxing
I'ma need the money on the backend
I'ma need a honey on my lap then
I'ma need somebody take a tall order on this marijuana
Nigga, show me where the snacks is