LaLa Musicc by Teddie JayC Lyrics
My face is frozen, My poccets swollen
My bimos holdin, them guns are loaded
Them boys are soldiers, i'm the general
Blow the whistle CAP, Errbody's trained to go
I'm the leader of the All Star Ballas
The Head of the Mind Less Squad
Founder of the YS, let it shine bright like the Polar Star
Smokin loud, chuggin clean, pop the trunk, wildin out
100 rounds, make'em dance, walk it out
Like chris brown, got them girls from wall to wall
I ain't never goin outta bounds, ain't no doubt
Reason or unreasonable
Imma guarantee you that it's going down
Long as I'm around, imma put it down, ain't no stoppin me
Don't try to hold me bacc
All I wanted was to make it thru these rounds
But why be satisfied with spare change
When you can take the crown
I don't aim for no shit
I squeeze it till it bounces out
Mad Hatta Swagga, Two Purple Bandanas
Young Body, Old Soul, New chrome wooden banga
Forever in love with paper, kiss big raccs when i wake up
Coolin up on cloud 9, shittin down on them haters
I'm the weatherman, pop champagne with dem Angels
Make it rain on them dancers, let it snow in the desert
I'm so hot make the ladies wet and drop their panties
Fucc what's right or wrong, this is the JayCWay
I got the heat, burn a milli, fireflame spitter like lil weezy
Lemme hit you with some adrenaline rush like carl t mitchell
Fucc wit me, i can make you an overnight celebrity in a minute
Fucc a right or wrong reason, imma promise you
Your face will be on every news station later on this evening
In every news paper by next morning at the latest
Grab these balls and dunk'em
See how it feels to be in every conversation
Blee i'mma G, frownin and muggin at everybody
Cold as ice, hard as stone, ready to fight anybody
At any time, at any place I will protect whats mine
By all means necessary
I'm ready to die for this shit, go ahead and test me
I'm lettin bullets fly in every direction
I'mma straight up disaster, a natural catastrophe
Slamma jamma, droppin hammers, make the jet say it's over
Yeah it's over for all rappers, and especially those trappas
Yall ain't gangstas, yall just prankstas
For real man yall just some F-rated actors
Yall ain't bangin, yall ain't slangin
Yall just hang around and degeneratin
Waitin for ya mommas to bring your dinner plates out
Mad Hatta Swagga, Two Purple Bandanas
Young Body, Old Soul, New chrome wooden banga
Forever in love with paper, kiss big raccs when i wake up
Coolin up on cloud 9, shittin down on them haters
I'm the weatherman, pop champagne with dem Angels
Make it rain on them dancers, let it snow in the desert
I'm so hot make the ladies wet and drop their panties
Fucc what's right or wrong, this is the JayCWay
I got the tune, i got the loot, i got the foot on the pedal
And im puttin it to the metal, turn the gas up
Leave them lame duccs far behind, chokin in the dust
Let'em disappear in the rear view mirror
I'm impatient, i ain't waitin, i ain't callin, i ain't knoccin
I ain't ringin, ain't no holdups, i'm just kiccin all the doors in
Fucc her make up, know she wanna make out, like it's prom night
But all i wanna do is jizz jizz & skeet skeet rite
I am not a gamer, i ain't got no time to play around
When it comes to money, i don't understand no fun
Most of my folks is 6 feet deep but i don't need no new friends
All i'm lookin and seek for are new ways
How to get that cheese, how to make that bread
In them streets it's well known that JayC got that addictive shit
Been pushin lotta products ever since I was a kid
Wasted too much time in church, so i had to double up on sinnin
Fucc the afterlife, all i'm thinkin of is winnin
Winnin now
Listen to JayC kid and forget what the reverend said
Prayin and praisin the lord alone won't put no food on your table
My bimos holdin, them guns are loaded
Them boys are soldiers, i'm the general
Blow the whistle CAP, Errbody's trained to go
I'm the leader of the All Star Ballas
The Head of the Mind Less Squad
Founder of the YS, let it shine bright like the Polar Star
Smokin loud, chuggin clean, pop the trunk, wildin out
100 rounds, make'em dance, walk it out
Like chris brown, got them girls from wall to wall
I ain't never goin outta bounds, ain't no doubt
Reason or unreasonable
Imma guarantee you that it's going down
Long as I'm around, imma put it down, ain't no stoppin me
Don't try to hold me bacc
All I wanted was to make it thru these rounds
But why be satisfied with spare change
When you can take the crown
I don't aim for no shit
I squeeze it till it bounces out
Mad Hatta Swagga, Two Purple Bandanas
Young Body, Old Soul, New chrome wooden banga
Forever in love with paper, kiss big raccs when i wake up
Coolin up on cloud 9, shittin down on them haters
I'm the weatherman, pop champagne with dem Angels
Make it rain on them dancers, let it snow in the desert
I'm so hot make the ladies wet and drop their panties
Fucc what's right or wrong, this is the JayCWay
I got the heat, burn a milli, fireflame spitter like lil weezy
Lemme hit you with some adrenaline rush like carl t mitchell
Fucc wit me, i can make you an overnight celebrity in a minute
Fucc a right or wrong reason, imma promise you
Your face will be on every news station later on this evening
In every news paper by next morning at the latest
Grab these balls and dunk'em
See how it feels to be in every conversation
Blee i'mma G, frownin and muggin at everybody
Cold as ice, hard as stone, ready to fight anybody
At any time, at any place I will protect whats mine
By all means necessary
I'm ready to die for this shit, go ahead and test me
I'm lettin bullets fly in every direction
I'mma straight up disaster, a natural catastrophe
Slamma jamma, droppin hammers, make the jet say it's over
Yeah it's over for all rappers, and especially those trappas
Yall ain't gangstas, yall just prankstas
For real man yall just some F-rated actors
Yall ain't bangin, yall ain't slangin
Yall just hang around and degeneratin
Waitin for ya mommas to bring your dinner plates out
Mad Hatta Swagga, Two Purple Bandanas
Young Body, Old Soul, New chrome wooden banga
Forever in love with paper, kiss big raccs when i wake up
Coolin up on cloud 9, shittin down on them haters
I'm the weatherman, pop champagne with dem Angels
Make it rain on them dancers, let it snow in the desert
I'm so hot make the ladies wet and drop their panties
Fucc what's right or wrong, this is the JayCWay
I got the tune, i got the loot, i got the foot on the pedal
And im puttin it to the metal, turn the gas up
Leave them lame duccs far behind, chokin in the dust
Let'em disappear in the rear view mirror
I'm impatient, i ain't waitin, i ain't callin, i ain't knoccin
I ain't ringin, ain't no holdups, i'm just kiccin all the doors in
Fucc her make up, know she wanna make out, like it's prom night
But all i wanna do is jizz jizz & skeet skeet rite
I am not a gamer, i ain't got no time to play around
When it comes to money, i don't understand no fun
Most of my folks is 6 feet deep but i don't need no new friends
All i'm lookin and seek for are new ways
How to get that cheese, how to make that bread
In them streets it's well known that JayC got that addictive shit
Been pushin lotta products ever since I was a kid
Wasted too much time in church, so i had to double up on sinnin
Fucc the afterlife, all i'm thinkin of is winnin
Winnin now
Listen to JayC kid and forget what the reverend said
Prayin and praisin the lord alone won't put no food on your table