Where the copper the clay the arsnic and tin Run in your blood and under your skin I'll leave the county behind I'm not coming back Oh follow me down cousin Jack
chilly chill time Lay back and relax to my rhyme If you lack the knack then you're phony This jam is for members only The issue is how I'm gonna get you You chose me, cousin
my life, money in my life When I pull up to my show, bout fo' deep in the Rolls [C-Note:] You heard, I got a little money in Now you holding out your hand
backyard to yard I sell it whip on whip, it's off the hard I'm the...neighborhood pusha Call me subwoofer, 'cause I pump "base" like that, Jack On or
hot I damage the block I scramble like Randall with rocks I'm that nigga in the gambling spot Cracking jokes and drinking liquor You still gotta hand
check it out, I want all the refugees out there to just put up your motherfuckin' hands, you know you're a fuckin' immigrant Put up your hands youknowhatI
I ain't gon' front, yo I love you and all that, son (then say that!) You my first cousin, (then say that, Ghost, say that) You my first cousin, though
[VERSE 1] Hittin corners in a six-trey Chevrolet Rag-top Impalla, top dollar Got my cousin Laid-Back ridin shotgun Cause I got the front-and-back hydraulic
, And keep a long line of hoes like fire trucks It's just the broke rapper's talkin' all loud, But I throw what you make at your show at my crowd There
yeah) my man, my cousin I know you're going to kick some shit [Lord Finesse] You thought I wasn't? When it comes to being funky I'll show you who the
Some rappers pick up the mic and like to dabble But I'm gonna flow with the show and never babble Take your hand, make your stand To my left, Jeff, your
we go again Suckers steal a beat, when you know they can't win You stole the beat, are you havin fun? Now me and the Aud's gonna show you how it's done
Jabby Jack, Larry Laughter and least not last A cool brother by the name of Gas These brothers made you get loose They was down with a brother called Cousin
king being the merciless Read the resume first and I bet em Paralyzin, hard to trace like venom ????? diluted ????? strictly be chillin To play a better show on screen than Jack
get my shine Such a lady of grace, with such a hood frame of mind Summertime's here, Daisy Dukes are in order Swingin' with my cousin a little thick,
Frank White, ya hand clutchin ya chest plate contemplates, bout to die nigga wait Keep ya hands high [Chorus: x2] You don't wanna die, keep your hands
' all the bullcrap lies It was you who made me put my hands on your thighs Never ever was the one that humped that girl on your Rover You forgot your baby cousin
