Tekst:
Jam Boy About Town

See me walking around I'm the boy about town that you've heard of See me walking the streets I'm on top of the world that you've heard of Oh, like paper

See me walking around I'm the boy about town that you've heard of. See me walking the streets I'm on tope of the world that you've heard of. Oh, like

See me walking around I'm the boy about town that you've heard of. See me walking the streets I'm on tope of the world that you've heard of. Oh, like

one jam Before the Death Row and Bad Boy Beef Had streets locked with raw talent, I laugh at the weak So this about cleaning up house, my own backyard

me) M holla what's good miss ride out Let these motherfuckers Know what we talk about Left lane, Yung Boss Get ya money we 'bout to turn the lights out We about

town, big time sound just enough beat to get on down So, you other rappers listen to mine, you wouldn't catch Short Dog rapping nursery rhymes call my rap trash, jam

the Oakland town Hard to leave but keep on there I proving to a sucker that short can ride And I know he knows Too $hort can 'cause the boy ain't nothing

is tha nigga named Tru and I got that boy Key-C in here and that boy Poyo and these hoes ear and we comin through wit that boy Flig-ati Flea comin out

bar I'm dropping Every time I drop they copping Every single line I lay is locking You a hater, boy, stop your plotting It'll be your blood we mopping Talk about