U-God, Jackpot Scotty Wotty - Jackpot

The ripper, the jackpot Cheddar cheese stacker Chip of the black crypt Rhymes say cracker I have you leaping like a Greenbay packer Newest sensations off the meat racker I had to mention it, I knew it would attract her I was all cool i was waiting for the after Book of jackpot, Pick your own chapter Feasting and feasting and living like a trapper Chick stay spending like a Mexican gatling .48 shit, just a piece of the action Yeah you know about that fatal attraction Brand new shit that was made for crashin' The pomelade, the marmalade that was For Maxim Knuckleheads niggas need John the Baptist So get it up like ranson I need play everyday like the national anthem You don't have to like it 'cause it's good Oh shit i'm sitting in my crib, I'm writing rhymes in the hood Drunk niggas misunderstood You know them sober mother fuckers better knock on wood I put it out 'cause it's ample Them greedy G's drop dead off the toothpick sample And then you grab a whole handful You wanna slam off the block with some Jackpot pamphlets And don't question the answer My word play diagnosed like terminal cancer And people thinking I'm a phantom and Like i'm all made up like Marilyn Manson Hey little nigga you my grandson 'Cos if you bite my stuff you gonna need a transfer You know I told you was no dancer I need play everyday like the national anthem So get it up like ranson I need play everyday like the national anthem Cab Calloway on to Billie Holiiday These niggas couldn't see me, Donnie Hathaway They say what them niggas heard you Three blocks away You know I smoke cats like 3 packs a day There's no Gizmo, Satchmo is Armstrong Breakbeat, one take, lean on a Horne Scratch my brick and I get ya' Main Ingredients Slam my door and I'll be reaching for that Commodore Everybody wants to a Gordy goody You know another black teen got buried in a hoody Some do it to live in a pink bubble He said he did it for the team Just to stay outta trouble You see Charlie had a Parker Regina rang a Belle I had Anita baking cake And the back's still well All's forgiven, welcome to Thanksgiving Order me three Bernie Mac's Three 6 packs of all gold Make sure it's Nat King cold Make sure it's Nat King cold Make sure it's Nat King cold I got the hot shit cooking on the stove