Hit the road Jack, and don'cha come back (Project X)
No more, no more, no more, no more (Hah, ayy, turn me up)
Hit the road Jack, and don'cha come back (Ayy)
No more, no more, no more, no more (Ayy, turn me up)
Turn me up, turn me up, turn me up
Hit the road Jack, and don'cha come back (Turn me up, turn me up, turn me up)
No more, no more, no more, no more (Hah)
Hit the road Jack, and don'cha come back (Ayy, ah)
No more, no more, no more, no more (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
[Verse]
When I hop on this shit, and I'm droppin' a six
In the back and I rock my Vans
I get in my chill and I swear to God, admit it, I better not put that on friend
N**gas up with a chop where the stick stay
N**gas up with a chop on a mean man
Wanna chop, wanna stop, wanna speed
N**ga stop what you talk, wanna feel like a bee
Built with a chop, n**gas on scare today
Rich, I wanna feel like a belay
Rich, I wanna feel like a relay
Jump on that shit and I feel like a relay race, race
N**gas is puttin' up stakes, stakes
N**gas on crack, on the bay, bay
Bangin' the D's and I'm f**kin' the delay, choppa, let's play
Ride, ride, ride to the muhf**kin' Vertt, Vertt
Tryna tell me that I'm MCVertt, Vertt
Wanna chop, on the top of the cop car
N**gas wan' chop and I feel like a wor-word
Ayy, wanna hop on a jersey
N**gas on dicks, so I gotta get sturdy
N**gas don't want but I gotta get, buddy
I gotta get dizzy, I gotta get it started
I hop on the chop, running out with the gang
N**gas on dick, man, I feel like the rain
N**ga vibe with a chop, wanna feel like a name
Wanna chop, wanna feel like a bang
Bang, bang, bang, bang
My speed, speed, speed
Makin' you see, see, see
Like f**k do you mean, mean, mean?
Back in the grade, didn't know what to do
N**gas OD but I bump in the stu' (Ah)
But I'm on my step when I walk in the crew
Like f**k it, you know what the chop gonna do
And I'm screaming out "Speed gang!"
Nah, nah, n**ga, Speed gang!
Wanna hop on this shit, want to chop with a feel
Man I'm feeling like a rename (What? What?)
I feel like gorilla my n**ga, my trues are now really now fuller than n**gas, I feel like a bed (Arf, arf, arf, arf, arf, arf, arf, arf)
Put in more cheese I'm not built like a bitter n**ga, shoot better sure about who did you shoot, like what? (Arf, arf, arf, arf, arf, arf, arf)
Like what? Like what? Like what? (Arf, arf, arf, arf)
I said now it's what (Arf, arf, arf, arf, arf, arf)
Now what, what, what, what? (Arf, arf, arf, arf, arf, arf)
[Bridge: Lauryn Hill & Wyclef Jean]
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