[Intro: Killer Mike] This album was created entirely by Jaime and Mike
[Verse 1: Killer Mike] My man JoJo got a caught on fed photo So he gotta get out of Atlanta hit SoHo Baby mama say he been selfish, he like "so ho?" Then he picked up the cell phone called his old ho She took him to the airport, hit him with some bread Parked in the deck, then hit him with some head Hit the counter with the fake ID and the ticket The old man little suspicious but he hit him with a fifty Hit him with a hundred, hit him with the "Shhh..." The old man stamped the ticket and he went like "Shhh..." Then he hit him with the smile, and he hit him with the wink And JoJo hit the bathroom, JoJo hit the sink Cold water, had to splash on the face His iPod pumping Snoop "Murder was the Case" Oh shit, looked to his left, Ghostface "Peace God, Peace God, where's Shallah Rae?" "Think he had show down in M.I.A today" Ghost told him "nice Wallies" then went out on his way Now it's back to reality, reality say: Still gotta make it to that side of the gate He moves out the bathroom quickly with haste And it's a long line, it's a while before the gates And it's an old lady giving Jo the evil eye Mad cause she see him cutting spaces in line
[Hook] JoJo's Chillin'
[Verse 2: Killer Mike] Back in line JoJo spot Ivy Girl from the hood that he knew from NYC TSA agent so she cleared him on the ID Before he go through X-ray he taking off his shades Taking off his jacket, arm out the sleeve Reached in his pocket, oh shit got weed He done made it this far, whats Jo to do? So he stuffed it in his pocket And he walked right through (He walked right through?) He walked right through Then the TSA agent say "She pointing at you." The old lady that had seen Jo cut line Went to a officer and tried to drop dime But Ivy wasn't having that, stepped to the copper Told him that the old lady's ID wasn't proper Now the old lady getting treated like a terrorist Cop got his hand where her grey pubic hair it is After this though she gonna have to see a therapist JoJo found the situation hilarious Threw the old lady's deuces, heading to the train Concourse A, headed to his plane Arrived on time, they called the first class Upgraded ticket took a little more cash Jo's relieved, hes almost free Can't wait to land in the NYC
[Hook] JoJo's Chillin'
[Verse 3: Killer Mike] Seat belts on, seat back up Triple shot of Seagram's in JoJo's cup A little too much he felt the stewardess up She said "Stop, sir!", he looks like "What?" Gave a big tip then he headed to the bathroom When he got there told her "Hey, it has room" Turned the bathroom into a smashroom She was hitting lines he was hitting from behind Look up in the mirror saw Ghost another time "Peace god, pardon god, I ain't see ya Wis' Lean toward the mirror cause I gotta talk biz" Ghostface told him only 20 to LaGuardia When you get there a car take you to Astoria You don't want the alphabet boys on call So tell the stewardess to make a wheelchair call Wheelchair came, deboard plane Jojo couple old folks and they canes Exiting the door he seen a dog walking slow Couldn't dump the weed, nowhere to go Turns out the dog sniffed out that blow Good thing the stewardess a cokehead ho Cause they bumrushed the bitch And threw her ass to the flo' Jo told the wheelchair boy "Let's go!" And Jo got away that's how the story go
[Hook] JoJo's Chillin'Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
