Do Like Jack - The Jacka

Hunnid in my chop and it’s on my lap

How these niggas Mob, they ain’t do like that

You don’t move like that, you don’t do like Jack

Hunnid in my chop and it’s on my lap

Raised up in that Mob, now it’s on my back

Even though we hard, bitches love the Jack

30's on my car, 30 in my Mac

You don’t know who we are, this is what they slap

This is one for them ill bitches who fall in love with real niggas

We fuck bitches, we kill niggas, they don’t give a fuck they still with us

Where’s your whole thang, we the dope gang mami

You know I ride around with a drum in the tummy

Right now I’m the nigg but you always fucked with me

Our sound so big that the world wanna know me

AR All-Stars but we never need a trophy

European cars and the inside smoky

All my niggas strapped and their clips are poking

And they never laugh even though you niggas joking

Two S’s on my Chev and the cam straight (?)

30 in my FN and I got this shit from Oakland

Every place that I land niggas pullin' up smoking

Straight Mob the whole town but the girl still open

Bring 'em in our world now we got the pearl soaking

And we’re only in the trap where there’s niggas sellin' cocaine

I never said a word and I never heard a complain

20 AK’s never take’m to the gun range

To (?) man you gotta start young

Knock down ten niggas if you’re beefin' with one

Make it hard on these niggas every time that you come

Hunnid in my clip but I’m leavin' with none

Hunnid in my chop and it’s on my lap

How these niggas Mob, they ain’t do like that

You don’t move like that, you don’t do like Jack

Hunnid in my chop and it’s on my lap

Raised up in that Mob, now it’s on my back

Even though we hard, bitches love the Jack

30's on my car, 30 in my Mac

You don’t know who we are, this is what they slap

They say ain’t no room

My AK gon' make the room

Then the JA gonna take the throne

Gun you down in the night when the laser off

Man this Mob ass shit is the number one song

Fast shout any real nigga never got on

Home-girl not a dyke but she got a strap on

Just in case she gotta clap any nigga act wrong

So many bitches on my dick that I gotta act gone

Bouta free my nigga Ice he don’t got that long

But we still pay the price cause there’s niggas doin' life

Know they free one day though we wish it was tonight

My nigga Dre got shot then he went into the light

Didn’t pull through then but we wish he was alright

That was the only time I made a wish in my life

Nigga I ain’t never been a bitch in my life

Hunnid in my chop and it’s on my lap

How these niggas Mob, they ain’t do like that

You don’t move like that, you don’t do like Jack

Hunnid in my chop and it’s on my lap

Raised up in that Mob, now it’s on my back

Even though we hard, bitches love the Jack

30's on my car, 30 in my Mac

You don’t know who we are, this is what they slap