Jay Jones – Mami Store lyrics


Yeah
[?] got Scooby here
Casey on the cook up
Yeah
[?]
Yeah

I been out on a mission lately, yeah
Ain’t got time for no women lately, this getting crazy
Every time I need motivation I switch locations
They done this young bull out the fucking basement, yeah
I’m up to bat and we got loaded bases, yeah
Watch where you at ’cause we control these acres
I took a chance with my advance, I sold my soul to Satan
If you get [?] just know your role, my nigga just don’t say shit
I lost my heart vacant, happy in dark places
They ask why I walk crazy
Probably ’cause I got the stick on me, nigga
Never switch on me, nigga
Living legend in my section, call me big homie nigga
My dog took his life and I’m fucked up
Yeah, I’m sick and tired of my loved ones
Some niggas tote guns but don’t bust guns
I swear I seen a lot where I come from
Some niggas won’t survive where I come from

The fish don’t fry in the kitchen
Hold on, what you mean?
I was tryna cook up on a million
If we run out of supplies, send the women
I was really focused on the business
The fish don’t fry in the kitchen
Hold on, what you mean?
I was tryna cook up on a million
If we run out of supplies, send the bitches

While you was working on your jumper we was trying to make it jump out the frame
Sixteen head first how I jumped in the game
If I get locked up, wonder if momma gon’ love me the same
I hit the block with all my chains, only the money done changed
Pardon my slang when I say woah
I slap the fuck out a nigga if they play with me
Then murder any body from A to Z on my way to eat
Any nigga cross me [?] they gotta pay the fee
I was in the hood with the killers, nigga my pedigree different
Dead or be different
I’m scared of myself, I ain’t scared of these niggas
Ahead of these niggas by lightyears
A room full of Urkels, I don’t really feel right here
But I know I’m gon’ be okay, at least before I D.O.A
I’m just tryna make a way
Hold up, let me catch this plate
Praying for a better day, but fuck it, I made one
Your bitch say I’m the bomb, shit well here the grenade come
Ya heard me

The fish don’t fry in the kitchen
Hold on, what you mean?
I was tryna cook up on a million
If we run out of supplies, send the women
I was really focused on the business
The fish don’t fry in the kitchen
Hold on, what you mean?
I was tryna cook up on a million
If we run out of supplies, send the bitches