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u-god – jackpot lyrics

[verse 1: jackpot scotty wotty]
the rip of the jackpot, cheddar cheese stacka
trip off the black crip, why i’m safe cracka
i have you leapin’ like a greenbay packa
newest sensation off the meat racka
i had to mention it, i knew it would attract her
it was all cool, i was waiting for the after
book a jackpot, pick your own chapter
beastin’ and feastin’ and livin’ like a trappa
sh-t stay spinnin’ like a mexican gattlin’
pour the ….. sh-t, just a piece of the action
yeah you know about that fatal attraction
brand new sh-t that was made for crashin’
the palma lade, the marmalade, that was for maxin’
knucklehead n-ggas need john the baptist

[hook: jackpot scotty wotty]
so get it up like ransom
i need play everyday like the national anthem

[verse 2: jackpot scotty wotty]
you don’t have to like it ’cause it’s good
oh sh-t, i’m sittin’ in my crib, i’m writing rhymes in the hood
drunk n-ggas misundersood
you know them sober mother f-ckers better knock on wood
i put it out cause its ample
them greedy g’s drop dead off the 2 pic sample
and then you grab a whole handful
you run slam up the block…. (?) and jackpot pamphlets
and don’t question the answer, my word brain diagnosed like terminal cancer
and people thinkin’ i’m a phantom, like i’m all made up like marilyn manson
a lil’ n-gga, you my grandson
cause if you bite my sh-t, son, you gon’ need a transfer
you know jojo was no dancer

[hook: jackpot scotty wotty]
i need play everyday like the national anthem
so get it up like ransom
i need play everyday like the national anthem

[verse 3: jackpot scotty wotty]
camp callaway on a billie holiday
see n-ggas couldn’t see me donny hathaway
they say wott, them n-ggas heard you three blocks away
you know i smoke cats like three packs a day
there’s no gizmo, sashmo (?) is armstrong
break beat, one take, lean on a h-rn
scratch my brick and i can get the main ingredient
slam my door and i be reaching for that commodore
everybody wants a good goodie
you know another black teen got buried in a hoodie
some thought … (?) live in a pink bubble
he said he did it for the team, just stay outta trouble
see charlie had a parker (?), reggina rang a bell
i had anita bakin’ cake in the back stairwell
all’s forgiven, welcome to thanksgivin’
order me three bernie macs, three six-packs of old gold
make sure it’s nat king cole
make sure it’s nat king cole
make sure it’s nat king cole
i got the hot sh-t cookin’ on the stove

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