Текст песни Jaz-O (The Jaz) - It`s Ova
Jaz-O (The Jaz) - It`s Ova слова песни
[Jaz-O]Its the one, you ain`t serious nigga[Chorus - Jaz-O]The long wait is (ova)My patience is (ova)I took a leave let you breathe all that (ova)You caught amnesia you (ova)Non believer you (ova)You the worst don`t you know? no?[Jaz-O]I be in it till its (ova)Look at your name, same as the letters of your godPeople put it togetherAin`t finished but you (ova)Nooks in your gameCrooked and lameSay my name, put your palms togetherWhere did you learn the verseGet a burner firstThat make all concern disperseFlashback a few thousand daysWhen you were coming of ageFuckin with me? Chief points time in the cageJaz dollars got you (ova)But you ain`t knowinYou got a round and them damn stand smith`s won`t roll inLittle Hova think it (ova)Cautiously though you main ace (?) of course was meOut of necessity but hatred had you crossin meThe flossin Boxster Porches beYou find out, you lost it BThoughts of my fifthDrippin niggas like a fucked up faucet beRap game put in workCrack game put in workFuck you mean Jaz wouldn`t work?Grimey niggas like you get put in dirtTurn a mother fuckin nusience into a drop top humanJaz-O takin (ova)You know my creditsAin`t no nigga BUT ME produce your first hit recordJunior shows (ova)Ashamed in a crimeWhen your partners got time and you out here rhyminMemph weak is (ova)Tweeta Geda is (ova)Little hoes went (ova)Board y`all over I heard y`all (ova)The radio (ova)No, no no!Y`all stupid, Free puff I thank yaToo dumb to know that I shanked yaToo young to know my gangstaHows life? Must be deadRunnin reds round way you used to rest your headA`yo I heard Malik got jooksWord? A`yo I heard he got jooks againWord ass niggaY`all hardly kill, and y`all hardly realand ain`t no such place as MarcyvilleYour exposed you (ova)Best believin, the best man speakinLeavin your (?)Your problems ain`t (ova)Your damaged par`I couldn`t shoot my brother unless he was beatin on momYous a fake friend (ova)My patience is (ova)Your hate is flowin (ova)Shit got you goin over caught amnesia you (ova)Non believer you (ova)Don`t you know? No?The bullshit is (ova)The world is listeninI`m the Gene Hackman in HeistThe game`s Jason RichardsonPlay cleaner hack me I`m rightNiggas chose yo` fateJaz-O in a golden stateShows (ova)I told ya (ova)Hova? (ova)Call me copter I ho-ver (ova)Fo`s roll (ova)Play dead, no? No?Me? Doubled a gift, none of the curseRead by the best though weathered the worstStreet niggas savy second nature never reherseExcept for the verseAnd there are classic, plastic bastardsMarcy the Foundation, the game is masteredSome niggas are grown, some manufacturedSome pack ratchets, and clap you backwardsAnd some run track like faggotsLets go!Move yo` silly ass (ova)Word to holmeNo show at my video, you worthless holmesThese days shit is overly strangeSome nigga walkin round Brooklyn with a Roc-A-Fella piece and chain[Chorus][Outro to fade]Say somethinSay somethin motha fuckaThis Kingz CountyThis Jaz-OY`all know where I`m atLets be real about itY`all cant fuck with me