Jam Lyrics

Jam lyrics

(Girls talking on phone) 

 

 Q-Tip: 

 It was Friday afternoon in the middle of June 

 Heineken bottle caps and the aroma of boom 

 Around the time everybody had just got home from class 

 Shootin dice, talkin shit, hopin the cash would last 

 Yo, this was around the time when I didn't know no better 

 Juney moved around in a tinted out Jetta 

 

 Phife: 

 Then he introduced me to that hydro smoke 

 Then I took one toke, yo, I almost choked 

 See I never smoked before and my nerves got shot 

 Then he told me about the party at the spot jam rock 

 It was guaranteed on but I said "son, chill" 

 There's a joint around the way that's supposed to be real 

 Word 

 

 Q-Tip: 

 He said we got no Js, so we gonna do it right 

 Hit your man's joint first, then jam rock at one night 

 Then I said "aight", then I jumped inside the jetty 

 Let me take a shower, I'm sweaty, and then I'll be ready 

 Tonight is the night I get my groove on steady 

 And get my drink on with that Ford named Betty 

 I went upstairs to get fly, broke my tie 

 On some liquor, to meet my high quicker 

 Now, I'm tight, them know, the party is the M.O. 

 Me and my crew, we get it started like a demo 

 Eleven in the evenin, I'm feelin like a heathen 

 This thing is goin down and I highly doubt I'm leavin 

 Booty cheeks start to motion and the kids is drinkin potion 

 Word is bond, that Black Moon joint got me open 

 (Don't front) 

 

 Consequence: 

 A yo, the DJ put this short groove on 

 The good shit that makes a kid lose his drink 

 Blendin Risin to the Top and got these shorties hoppin 

 Nuthin but coppin, ain't no stoppin me now 

 Yo, I'm bound to win until that thing kicked in 

 The Alazay had me drunk, I don't know where to begin(echoed) 

 

 Phife: 

 Not I'm feelin kinda jaded, wildly coherent 

 Me and the fellas acted very irreverent 

 Butt grabbin, mad laughin and assin 

 

 Consequence: 

 When that chick caught up, the shorty lookin fed up 

 They say you drug one with this one, gibbin with that one 

 

 Q-Tip: 

 A yo, I'm just doin my thing, yo I'm just havin fun 

 You don't see me in here wylin pullin out no gun 

 Yo, I see some of that thing girl and I want some 

 So let's step inside this corner so that we can rap on 

 Over this bumpin ass song and some Dom Perignon 

 

 Phife; 

 I hit ya with the good lovin plus fillet mignon 

 (Yeah, yeah scrammy scrams, yo, that's that same old song) 

 (A yo, tell me why the hell your breath smells so strong) 

 

 Consequence; 

 Yo, put some brakes on your yappin or you won't live long 

 (Please nigga, push on) 

 Alright scrams, see you later (scrams) 

 Can't mess with these street sharks or these alligators 

 

 Phife: 

 I can't take it no more, yo it's damn near four 

 I've been partyin and drinkin since I came out my door 

 

 Q-Tip (Consequence) 

 Look at these kids about to mix it, damn, where's the exit? 

 (Son, jetted to the ride and got the burner out the Lexus) 

 Yo, he cocked his joint back like he's about to let him have it 

 (Kid, I kept it movin like the Energizer rabbit) 

 A yo yo, it's time to skate, ain't no time to contemplate 

 (all: Whoops, looka there, there's Jake)