Atmosphere - Jackin' Your Freaks Lyrics
[Now wait a minute, wait a minute, hey man, now wait a minute.... let go!]Slug:Gimme that freak fool, another jack move yo sit stillMr. Dibbs, yo homie how her tits feel?We'll jack any city, town or villageDig a hole just to see if I can fill itI stay away from you rappers, flip a dime, and wipe her off with some napkins!With the M. P. L. S. and the S.T.P., Musab and that's AliHere's how I remember ya [click flash!]Ass up for the camera!Feels good when you caught in the dark, cmon baby lemme hear you barkRaise up, and roll over on your back, You'll say "I aint ever been fu-uhhh-cked like that!"By the end of this tour I'm on, everybody on the bus gonna be like "What the ***** Sean?"Huh, nothing but a cum-shot, Put the love on your face and take a picture while it runs offWarning: hide your wife piece, cus Slug and the Rhymesayers are jackin' your freaks![Your freaks... They-they jackin... afraid of nothing... they jacking, they jack-jackin.]Huh, and even if you down with my crew [hey Ant, give us the beat from a little while ago]I'll jack you too!She saw me first, (?) Overcast, told her ass to buy a t-shirtLickin cookies, 21 and over, no sugar for your daddie's little rookiesI stand by the bar with the moves cus right now, the backstage is full of dudes!Bet you never seen me party or shake my butt, I leave that to the suckers with the trendy hair cutsWorld-wide I touch, steal your girl, and give her that midwest looooooveCasual passion, say hi to the instamatic Polaroid flashinYa baby say cheese, cus Slug from the Rhymesayers, is jackin your freaks![They jackin, they-they jackin, they jackin... 1, 2, 3]Mr. Dibbs, droppin '89 to pay homage,Cus him and I are getting old but we know where your mom livesShe's not a *****, she's a beautiful womanWho only loves you when you're smart, rich or talented or somethingSometimes she'l let you trade your words for some *****And if you listen close you'll find out her name is LucyAll I ever wanted was to pick apart her brain And put the pieces on the bed to see if it would leave a stainAnd your relationship is strong enough to handle itSo don't get mad when you see her with a (?)Well you think she's your own now?Well she is until we come do a show in your home townLove and War is so hardcore, but you left her at the bar so you could hold the floorI hope you're sure that she's secureOr the next rhyme I write might be about her![Don't stop!]
