Jai stay fresher than purified water/
Carry 'Round heat like the rocks in a sauna/
Sell a rock to ya mama 'cause a hustler gotta eat/
Niggas mad they lil' mama lookin' like they wanna meet/
Why take her to the telly, couple 100 for a suite?/
Take her down the street, couple 100 for a week/
Get her head right, start workin' wit her feet/
Let my money speak 'cause talkin' is cheap/
Jars of that sweet shit, nall it ain't honey/
Na'll it ain't noone else's, na'll it ain't dummies/
Say she a good girl, seem kinda funny/
Dollar bill on my dick, ya bitch blowin' money/
Why you screw facin'? I'ma tell you the truth/
Ya manz said you got heart, did he tell you it's proof?/
Only way you see "J", when you readin' my tooth/
We can do it in the street, or we can meet in tha booth/
1 to tha 2 to tha 3 to tha 4
Packs back to back I den moved in a row
1 to tha 2 to tha 3 to tha 4
Keep a lil guap, yup, got a lil dough
1 to tha 2 to tha 3 to tha 4
Blunts back to back, niggas blowin' on dro
1 to tha 2 to tha 3 to tha 4
Bad lil freaks comin' wit us to tha Mo
Hustlin's a game, i'm the contest host/
Movin' more zones than a offense coach/
Mama didn't raise a joke so approach me wit manners/
DE's switch a mouth runner to a scrambler/
Call me Jai Blizz, move product of Havanah/
Full of shit like a sewer, full of water like a camel/
Blowing green, less seeds than you see in a apple/
Just blew 2 now i'm ready for another one/
Higher than some jet fuel, blowin' on dat bubble gum/
Girl you see a playa, yeah you might wanna f*ck wit one/
And I don't break bread unless you a duck or sum/
Unless you gone' suck or sum, then I might chuck a piece/
Man you can have that hoe, worth bout a buck a piece/
Man ima hustler, know how to stack mail/
Nall im not a reptile, green in my fat cells/
Paper like news-stands, sharp like tac nails/
1 to tha 2 to tha 3 to tha 4
Packs back to back I den moved in a row
1 to tha 2 to tha 3 to tha 4
Keep a lil guap, yup, got a lil dough
1 to tha 2 to tha 3 to tha 4
Blunts back to back, niggas blowin' on dro
1 to tha 2 to tha 3 to tha 4
Bad lil freaks comin' wit us to tha Mo
Jai Blizz - 1 To Tha 4 [original] Lyrics
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Jai stay fresher than purified water/
Carry 'Round heat like the rocks in a sauna/
Sell a rock to ya mama 'cause a hustler gotta eat/
Niggas mad they lil' mama lookin' like they wanna meet/
Why take her to the telly, couple 100 for a suite?/
Take her down the street, couple 100 for a week/
Get her head right, start workin' wit her feet/
Let my money speak 'cause talkin' is cheap/
Jars of that sweet shit, nall it ain't honey/
Na'll it ain't noone else's, na'll it ain't dummies/
Say she a good girl, seem kinda funny/
Dollar bill on my dick, ya bitch blowin' money/
Why you screw facin'? I'ma tell you the truth/
Ya manz said you got heart, did he tell you it's proof?/
Only way you see "J", when you readin' my tooth/
We can do it in the street, or we can meet in tha booth/
1 to tha 2 to tha 3 to tha 4
Packs back to back I den moved in a row
1 to tha 2 to tha 3 to tha 4
Keep a lil guap, yup, got a lil dough
1 to tha 2 to tha 3 to tha 4
Blunts back to back, niggas blowin' on dro
1 to tha 2 to tha 3 to tha 4
Bad lil freaks comin' wit us to tha Mo
Hustlin's a game, i'm the contest host/
Movin' more zones than a offense coach/
Mama didn't raise a joke so approach me wit manners/
DE's switch a mouth runner to a scrambler/
Call me Jai Blizz, move product of Havanah/
Full of shit like a sewer, full of water like a camel/
Blowing green, less seeds than you see in a apple/
Just blew 2 now i'm ready for another one/
Higher than some jet fuel, blowin' on dat bubble gum/
Girl you see a playa, yeah you might wanna f*ck wit one/
And I don't break bread unless you a duck or sum/
Unless you gone' suck or sum, then I might chuck a piece/
Man you can have that hoe, worth bout a buck a piece/
Man ima hustler, know how to stack mail/
Nall im not a reptile, green in my fat cells/
Paper like news-stands, sharp like tac nails/
1 to tha 2 to tha 3 to tha 4
Packs back to back I den moved in a row
1 to tha 2 to tha 3 to tha 4
Keep a lil guap, yup, got a lil dough
1 to tha 2 to tha 3 to tha 4
Blunts back to back, niggas blowin' on dro
1 to tha 2 to tha 3 to tha 4
Bad lil freaks comin' wit us to tha Mo
Carry 'Round heat like the rocks in a sauna/
Sell a rock to ya mama 'cause a hustler gotta eat/
Niggas mad they lil' mama lookin' like they wanna meet/
Why take her to the telly, couple 100 for a suite?/
Take her down the street, couple 100 for a week/
Get her head right, start workin' wit her feet/
Let my money speak 'cause talkin' is cheap/
Jars of that sweet shit, nall it ain't honey/
Na'll it ain't noone else's, na'll it ain't dummies/
Say she a good girl, seem kinda funny/
Dollar bill on my dick, ya bitch blowin' money/
Why you screw facin'? I'ma tell you the truth/
Ya manz said you got heart, did he tell you it's proof?/
Only way you see "J", when you readin' my tooth/
We can do it in the street, or we can meet in tha booth/
1 to tha 2 to tha 3 to tha 4
Packs back to back I den moved in a row
1 to tha 2 to tha 3 to tha 4
Keep a lil guap, yup, got a lil dough
1 to tha 2 to tha 3 to tha 4
Blunts back to back, niggas blowin' on dro
1 to tha 2 to tha 3 to tha 4
Bad lil freaks comin' wit us to tha Mo
Hustlin's a game, i'm the contest host/
Movin' more zones than a offense coach/
Mama didn't raise a joke so approach me wit manners/
DE's switch a mouth runner to a scrambler/
Call me Jai Blizz, move product of Havanah/
Full of shit like a sewer, full of water like a camel/
Blowing green, less seeds than you see in a apple/
Just blew 2 now i'm ready for another one/
Higher than some jet fuel, blowin' on dat bubble gum/
Girl you see a playa, yeah you might wanna f*ck wit one/
And I don't break bread unless you a duck or sum/
Unless you gone' suck or sum, then I might chuck a piece/
Man you can have that hoe, worth bout a buck a piece/
Man ima hustler, know how to stack mail/
Nall im not a reptile, green in my fat cells/
Paper like news-stands, sharp like tac nails/
1 to tha 2 to tha 3 to tha 4
Packs back to back I den moved in a row
1 to tha 2 to tha 3 to tha 4
Keep a lil guap, yup, got a lil dough
1 to tha 2 to tha 3 to tha 4
Blunts back to back, niggas blowin' on dro
1 to tha 2 to tha 3 to tha 4
Bad lil freaks comin' wit us to tha Mo
Writer: Jaime Bierman
Copyright: Lyrics © Thurty Below, Sentric Music
Copyright: Lyrics © Thurty Below, Sentric Music