Michael Knight Curren$y

[Intro]
Yeah
(Lames catch feelings, we catch flights)
Uh (Jet Life, Jet Life)
Scoodododododododododoo
Yeah
(Scoodododododododododoo)
Race-cars and weed jars

[Verse 1]
I got a style for every bump in your face
Greaseball-ass nigga Pontiac Judge, open-and-shut case
You know I'm bowtie 'til I die
Though I made an exception for this '69, so quick off the line
Coin double-side, no matter what, we heads up
We in the yard, tell your dogs they should beware of us
We break it off, like an engagement gone bad
I fill your jacuzzi with them groupies, make it a bird bath — miss me?
No, you didn't, bitch—with that bullshit, miss me
Tryna claim Spitta' name, tryna be Miss me
All of that: kicks to me, silly rabbit trickery
You only around because my spot is where you wish to be
Hope to catch me sleeping by being freaky, but baby girl
Let me be the first to say it's not that easy
I wasn't born yesterday, nor later on that evening
Just had to get that out the way and make the playing field even
Yeah