Letras:
Jacob Miller

Oh, now, want to be free Tired fe lick weed in a bush Tired fe lick pipe in a gully We want to come out in the open Where the breeze can blow it so far

my whole hood with me, And i just got out of jail, ya they tried to michael vick me, I gave my lawyer half a mill and told him come and get me, Im not

full of X pillz red rag in my pocket same color my vette is my no. 1 loner than a essay from Texas a quarter mill

the hardest regardless Put your faith in his hands, they'll be changing of plans Admit, I did it from standing in rain with a gram Now I sliver and glitter, Jacob

help you build up your account Thats a good look Better yet a hood look, Ladies thats a good look When you're in them big meetings for the mills Thats

why oh why oh why It's always the good ones that have to die Oh why oh why oh why Bob Marley die, ?Jacob Miller? die (repeat) Another day another burial

in the heat of that same summer When she met her children?s Pa At a downtown dance in Hot Springs Sweat and rhythm filled the hall When Miller Jacobs

the city I am the city Bad Boy but I never did sign with Diddy I bake the cake I make the cake 36 what I cop like jacob plat my team the champs yo team

bought my cooler Ya girl want 2 layup, seen da Jacob Crazy color chain lookin' like a laser huh A multimillion dollar bag, yeah that's true Gucci let you cop a mill