Jamboree
Zhané

[Treach]

I want to see y'all who want to plan with me

Wave your hands across the land if we family

Say hot damn hot damn we want to jamboree

This is for my peeps here I stand for you cause you stand for me

[Chorus]

c'mon I know I jam I know I jam jam while oh damn

I know I jam I know I jam jam boree

I know I jam I know I jam jam while oh damn why don't you Jamboree for me?

Yes Indeed

[Treach]

Kaboom kaboom the platoon came on in eight limbs and timbs

Broke rims smoked sims whoop dogs with bent rims

For the real and the raw from whoo'd up with the law

I never kill for the thrill but I cut for the cars

Smokin' budda with a hoota' get better prices from looters

Shake my shell with the shooters leed a luga with duga

Some say modeling and acting mean treach is selling

(man he's Sellin')

While I'm yelling first a felon with my gat at ya melon (BOOYAH)

Hella heated, I'm too ill for them to beat it

We the most cheated most weeded most needed

You best believe it

Lets take the tapes jam for me, stand for me

Your'e damned to be without the jamboree

[Chorus 1x]

[Vinnie]

We've put it down since the days of high school

and everywhere we Mark we rule

Naughty's about to raise our stock

And we didn't come to brag about what we got nigga

We came to rock

We blew the spot taking the streets to pac

You'd be thug-style for a while (?then cold rolled our jock?)

Using the last few years as our evidence

Niggas been tryin' to duplicate the mixture ever since

You live in value reprimanding

If you challenge me I guarantee

When we finish I'll be the last man standing

Fuck what you heard naughty is forever in demand when

Kay drop tracks all the party people jammin'

[Treach]

I want to see y'all who want to plan with me

Wave your hands across the land if we family

Say hot-damn hot-damn we want to jamboree

This is for my peeps here I stand for you cause you stand for me

[Chorus 1x]

[Treach]

I ask the thugs who have mercy in these days is dirty

I'm still sturdy and flirty till my derby for jersey

The funk is pass-booted lights-camera-shoot it

I just did it to do it that's why I suit it and boot it

Here's the graphic niggas is just tattered and added

Orgy's are automatic from back-traffic to addicts

Crush the cabbage straight from the savage to lavish

We rip those who rat it that's why your click had it

(?dog?) cats to cuchies for me its lootchie then hootchies

Cause we'll drop a cuzzie that leaves your whole label woozy

And shitty and dizzy because your whole city miss me

And whip out they titties

And from they kiddies throw me 50's in bundles of 100's

And make every hater want it

Drunk and blunt it knock onto the hottest nigga comin'

Kay scratch and cut ya no matta what you make or

want to come and touch her the punani rusher like Usher

[Chorus 2x to fade]

[Zhane]

(Jam On It) (Jam-Jam-Jam) (Jam-Jam-Jam) (Jam On It)

Written by GIST, KEIR LAMONT / CRISS, ANTHONY SHAWN / BROWN, VINCENT "VINNIE" / GOLSON, BENNY
Published by Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., TIME STEP MUSIC

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