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jordan garrett & chow mane - rush hour lyrics

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[intro – chow mane]
uhh carter
s-someone, someone’s looking for… for you
alert alert

[hook – both]
b-tch it’s rush hour, chris tucker, jackie chan
b-tch it’s rush hour, turned your grandma to a fan
b-tch it’s rush hour, jackie chan, chris tucker
b-tch it’s rush hour, we some dumb motherf-ckers
b-tch it’s rush hour, jackie chan, chris tucker
b-tch it’s rush hour, we some dumb motherf-ckers
b-tch it’s rush hour, we some young motherf-ckers
b-tch it’s rush hour

[verse 1 – chow mane]
b-tch it’s chow mane, that’s my f-ckin’ name
see my team make you jump, hands up
like i just did a pump fake
b-tch i’m goin’ up, on a one way
i chase that cream, don’t take no rest, not even on sunday
no syrup sippin’ just sauce gettin’
my lyrics drippin’
i been lookin’ at the mirror different
can’t see the future so i’m hearin’ visions
my spirit listen, need an exorcism
and i cook so much, need an extra kitchen
send a pack overseas, need a extradition
like columbus day
you old and dusty, i’m young and great
to a old head, i’m the euthanasia
to the youth in asia, i’m the truth
i move to the booth, like john wilkes i shoot
my shot to the moon, like lil purpp i zoom
got a whole lotta juice like bishop and q, d-mn
very spicy you too bland
colors look like a toucan
they been lookin’ like who that? (huh?)

[verse 2 – jordan garrett]
b-tch it’s jig
if a f-ck n-gga talk sh-t i turn him stiff, rigamortis with my shiv
i run point with my clique, chow mane he got my six
sip a 40, skrrt the 80
rollin’ with my homies, skrrt skrrt
told jabrony, aye bih, you don’t know me
i stay out in the cold
i been running through the 510 with gang we got no woes
getting guap we call it cheen, my green cool like galapagos
call my brudda to the scene and he call up all the hoes
my brain is god particles
i birth a new career every second i’m aware
sipping just to turn it off
i gotta save the sauce, i gots feed these kids
all these rap n-ggas that’s near me need to feed or disappear
i put food upon the table
f-ck a label

[hook – both]
b-tch it’s rush hour, chris tucker, jackie chan
b-tch it’s rush hour, turned your grandma to a fan
b-tch it’s rush hour, jackie chan, chris tucker
b-tch it’s rush hour, we some dumb motherf-ckers
b-tch it’s rush hour, jackie chan, chris tucker
b-tch it’s rush hour, we some dumb motherf-ckers
b-tch it’s rush hour, we some young motherf-ckers
b-tch it’s rush hour, we some dumb motherf-ckers
b-tch it’s, b-tch it’s, b-tch it’s
b-tch it’s, b-tch it’s, b-tch it’s
b-tch it’s, b-tch it’s, b-tch it’s
b-tch it’s, b-tch it’s, b-tch it’s



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