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