We Don't Drive X5s...

"Push the big top that's shaped like a kansas chicken snack box"



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That 360 drop ferrar shut down Manhattan..bucket low like **** it tho nights on daytime lights on hell yea I'm frontin but you love it doe
 
That line really had dudes not wanting to drive they x5 tho...lol

Crazy.

That and "whats the difference between a 4.0 and a 4.6?..."

Jay's influence in his prime was wild.

Show you how to do this is one of my favorite J*gga tracks tho. Impeccable swag.
 
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Till this day I won't drive an x5
Ever...

...he made 'em sound so corny.

I feel like BMW musta played him on some side deal so he flamed 'em...
That line really had dudes not wanting to drive they x5 tho...lol
Crazy.

That and "whats the difference between a 4.0 and a 4.6?..."

Jay's influence in his prime was wild.

Show you how to do this is one of my favorite J*gga tracks tho. Impeccable swag.
 
Track is so :pimp:

"This particular watch be a one of one
That means none before it, none to come
The homie that's rappin' be the only one that has it"



I'LL SHOW YOU HOW TO DO THIS SON!!!!!!
 
how you want it, my jeans is 300/
these ain't Diesel, _ these is Evisu


had urrbody wearing Japanese denim :lol: :smh:
 
Money let it ALL hang out on this joint (pause and no ADOR).

I actually preferred the raw unmastered version of this joint (same song but just dusty in terms of the sound quality).
 
Money let it ALL hang out on this joint (pause and no ADOR).

I actually preferred the raw unmastered version of this joint (same song but just dusty in terms of the sound quality).
With the skit at the end. I used to have both in my top rated on my ipod.
 
"Chains are cool to cop but more important is lawyer fees"

"Pay ya taxes you N_'s hustlin backwards

:smokin
 
but verse alone tells you HOV is one GOAT

These here’s the dog years ’cept motherf*&*er don’t shed
I try to bring you life but motherf&^*^rs want dead
So I travel with the barrel, with the chrome, with the lead
’Cause when it’s on, then it’s on, till shots flown through your head
I been rich I been poor, I saved and blown bread
Some say I been here before because of the way I zone
Some said, J**** zone is like the falling of Rome
Reoccuring, that he thinks like that cause he’s observant
Won’t be known until I’m gone and n_s study my bones
Mentally been many places, but I’m Brooklyn’s own
In the physical, unseen, like a lost body
In fact my thoughts don’t differ much from that of God body
But it’s the R shottie, that got cats likening me
To the mob John Gotti, rap dudes biting me ’cause
I got it locked like the late Bob Marley
Pardon me y’all, the great Bob Marley
Solemnly we mourn, all the rappers that’s gone
N_s that got killed in the field and all the babies born
Know they ain’t fully prepared for this New World Order
So I keep it ghetto like sunflower seeds and quarter waters
You walk ’em through it, you know, talk ’em through it
Know these beats is more than music whenever I talk to it
Destined for greatness and y’all knew this, when I doubled the pie
Had a shorty and a girdle coming out of BWI (in school)
I hated algebra but I loved to multiply
And I told my ***** Big I’d be multi before I die
It’s gonna happen whether rapping or clapping have it your way
’Cause if that’s my dough you’re trappin, I’m clappin’ your way
 
Literally talking to my dudes about this line yesterday and it stands true till this day
 
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