Respect the Jux Jae Millz (Ft. Vado)
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[Intro: Woman]
It's funny how I used to see you every day
But on one particular day I looked over at you in the usual in the non chillant way
And it seemed as if I have never seen you before
It felt strange that I used to deny you just
And then it dawned on me like I never been
This close to you, this close to you, this close to you
[Verse 1: Vado]
Leggo
Yes, I'm in the chromiest donk
Listen to some Thelonious Monk
Blowing on the potent it stunk
Troopers open the trunk
Still scopin' through junk
Hoping to find something, a blunt, a nine, something
They greet you on the hill, What you want? Them slimes frontin'
It's never work 'round here, they make jux moves
Try to chase him he broke 'em down with a jux moves
Hustle all his life, he known around as a crook dude
Took a few pounds, flew out of town in a good mood
Bad bitch flyer than the stewardess
Excuse me duck money swimmin' in a pool of it
Nudie jeans tongue hanging out of Puma kicks
Foolishness almost got him killed
Now my shooters pissed, yeah
Try to get me for a ki or two, rope around his neck
Hung tight from the tree of doom
It's funny how I used to see you every day
But on one particular day I looked over at you in the usual in the non chillant way
And it seemed as if I have never seen you before
It felt strange that I used to deny you just
And then it dawned on me like I never been
This close to you, this close to you, this close to you
[Verse 1: Vado]
Leggo
Yes, I'm in the chromiest donk
Listen to some Thelonious Monk
Blowing on the potent it stunk
Troopers open the trunk
Still scopin' through junk
Hoping to find something, a blunt, a nine, something
They greet you on the hill, What you want? Them slimes frontin'
It's never work 'round here, they make jux moves
Try to chase him he broke 'em down with a jux moves
Hustle all his life, he known around as a crook dude
Took a few pounds, flew out of town in a good mood
Bad bitch flyer than the stewardess
Excuse me duck money swimmin' in a pool of it
Nudie jeans tongue hanging out of Puma kicks
Foolishness almost got him killed
Now my shooters pissed, yeah
Try to get me for a ki or two, rope around his neck
Hung tight from the tree of doom
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