The Jacka feat. Cormega & Rydah Barney (More Crime) (remix) Lyrics

The Jack Artist Track Listing
CD 1
  • 1 Never Blink
  • 2 Iller Clip
  • 3 Get Out There
  • 4 Standing by Starz
  • 5 Barney (More Crime) (remix)
  • 6 Girls Say
  • 7 Lookin' at It
  • 8 Sometimes I
  • 9 Never Equal
  • 10 Feel This Clip
  • 11 Really Dope
  • 12 Delicate Lifestyle
  • 13 Turned Out (Action)
  • 14 Blind World
  • 15 Drugged Out
  • 16 Hey Girl (remix)
  • 17 Won't Break Me
  • 18 Kuran
  • 19 Barney (More Crime)
  • -=Jacka talking=-
    Feelin' the pain baby
    You know what I'm sayin'?
    You want some of that pain
    Super Silver haze
    Some of that purple stuff
    Purple boy

    [Jacka]
    Smokin' a stick of that Barney
    But not the purple dinosaur
    That shit that niggas dyin' for
    Shit my niggas ridin' on
    Sav wit the windows up
    See the smoke pour out
    Soon as I open the door
    Soon as I go to the store
    Voices like "Whoa! Who got it?"
    "You know who got it nigga."
    Summertime comin' up
    Can't breathe without it
    Bring the Hpnotiq
    Bring the heam
    Mix that shit that turn green
    Now break down the purple
    It's softly rough
    Milwaukee Bucks
    I'm from the place where they grow that stuff
    You got your girl in the clutch
    Just give me a light
    I'll take that bitch
    If she ain't give me head all night

    [Hook] x2
    Sellin' dope is cool
    But rap is on my mind
    It's hard to do them both
    And get my bread at the same time
    High as fuck off purple
    Man I'm out my mind
    Gotta grab my strap
    Boy it's time to do some more crime

    [Jacka]
    And all my hoes say
    "Jack, you're my soul inspiration"
    Even though your soul crack across the nation"
    Caught the cases kept me quiet like meditation
    I say "baby I'm just really wastin'
    A lot of breath on you for the sport
    You think I'm nice but that's really not me
    I live the that you never gon' see
    Niggas fight, they don't war like me
    It's the last of my kind
    There's no more like me
    Trynna make it on the street
    Is like swimmin' through the sea
    Trynna make it to the other side of life"
    My young nigga say he tired of life
    And now realize he addicted to the white
    Got sucked up by the war
    Trynna make things right, right
    He said *echoes*
    "It's rainin' outside and the difference between
    Us is a white bus wit cages inside
    When I come home
    Still face the cop cars wit gauges inside
    Yo on the real it's yo rap is what kept me alive"

    [Hook] x2

    [Jacka]
    He said *echoes*
    "How could I change I don't know shit
    War on the streets niggas trippin' over old shit
    Fuck it make the coke flip
    I'm a drug dealer but my father is a cold pimp
    It look good but ain't cool like cold shrimp"
    Back in the bay Allah who Akbar didn't understand what he meant
    Didn't force it on me for that
    He and my closest homie
    All my dean I'm in the life of crime
    Allah is always on my mind
    All the filth, all the crime
    I see straight through it
    There the hood go
    Let's scrape through it
    Gotta be a real nigga just to make music where I'm from nigga
    Sellin' dope is cool
    But rap is on my mind
    Sellin' dope is cool
    But rap is on my mind
    It's hard to do them both
    And get my bread at the same time
    It's hard to do them both
    And get my bread at the same time

    [Hook] x2

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