Hit the J Lyrics by The Game (Ft. Lifestyle)
Chorus:
That Marry Jane, that... OG shit that.. drive the girls insane
I roll it up and disappear like David Blane,
And she ain't try to book a flight on that paper plane
She don't wanna hit the J (she don't wanna hit the J)
She don't wanna hit the J (she don't wanna hit the J)
She don't wanna hit the J (she don't wanna hit the J)
Don't want an ... don't want my chain
Don't want that new kid...bitch, is money...
See that red Maserati, niggers know it's gay
Drive that bitch down...
Got that Rolly on my wrist, man that hoe insane
Remind me of my chick.. she always pay.
Got a squad full chicks, they ain't dropping names
They all call like a... play for no..
What's a man gotta dig... yes, that's right, that's right
You know I'll be digging, I'll be eating on the kitten, I'll be...
Never take her out...
Just like a... nigger don't...
She do everything... that mean let a nigger poke
That mean she be off the...
Swear to God she a... man
....be like Lindsay Lohan, except she be running from that..
Chorus:
That Marry Jane, that... OG shit that.. drive the girls insane
I roll it up and disappear like David Blane,
And she ain't try to book a flight on that paper plane
She don't wanna hit the J (she don't wanna hit the J)
She don't wanna hit the J (she don't wanna hit the J)
She don't wanna hit the J (she don't wanna hit the J)
..these bitches in my face, I'm...
And when I'm stepping in the place, we'll be calling
Fourteen bottles of... models showing off
I tell her, homie right that down, and we gonna roll it up!
Is Friday and she ain't got shit to do,
and we ain't got shit to do
So I'm.. what's good with you?
Smoke a little, talk a little, roll that up
Girl, test that J, remind me of my nigger...
I know she ain't trying to hit that...
Different days, different strokes.
I smoke that shit..
You know my lifestyle, squeeshes in the...
Bitches in the white house, red Camero piped out.
I'll be iced out, my blunts be packed in
I'll smoke them till it's no more, I'm like the top ten!
I'm about to pack ten bitches with their...
Chorus:
That Marry Jane, that... OG shit that.. drive the girls insane
I roll it up and disappear like David Blane,
And she ain't try to book a flight on that paper plane
She don't wanna hit the J (she don't wanna hit the J)
She don't wanna hit the J (she don't wanna hit the J)
She don't wanna hit the J (she don't wanna hit the J)
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