Chuck Paradi$e - J.S.O.C. (Jersey Shit on Chancellor) [feat. Lenny Coco]

Yea
Real life inspire real music
Jersey, you gotta say that sh*t with emphasis when you say that sh*t like
Jersey motherf**ker

This that Jersey sh*t on Chancellor
No propaganda
Rollin with the hammer
Tippin all the dancers
This that Jersey sh*t on Chancellor
No propaganda
Rollin with the hammer
Tippin all the dancers
This that Jersey sh*t on Chancellor
No propaganda
Rollin with the hammer
Tippin all the dancers
This that Jersey sh*t on Chancellor
No propaganda
Rollin with the hammer
Tippin all the dancers

This that jersey sh*t on Chancellor
Codak get the camera
You dont want these hands bruh
You aint got no stamina
My mother survived cancer
My brother son need pampers
Talkin bout practice?
And you aint got the answers
Im from Chancellor
Thats off of Stuyvesant
You either went to Chancellor or to Madison (Jersey!)
I myself I went to Madison
Gotta keep one eye open like you from Paterson
(Peace God!) I look in the mirror like Im glad its him
Im ballin b*tch Im ballin b*tch I grab the rim (Coco!)
She love my beard
She grab my chin
I always pray to God every time I sin (Amen)
Now talk to my nice
Shout out all my Haitians on Chancellor eatin that rice (Sak Kap Fet)
You check the tag f*ck the price (coco)
Lifes a gamble roll the P-Dice

This that Jersey sh*t on Chancellor
No propaganda
Rollin with the hammer
Tippin all the dancers (Work!)
This that Jersey sh*t on Chancellor
No propaganda
Rollin with the hammer
Tippin all the dancers
This that Jersey sh*t on Chancellor
No propaganda
Rollin with the hammer
Tippin all the dancers
This that Jersey sh*t on Chancellor
No propaganda
Rollin with the hammer
Tippin all the dancers

This that jersey sh*t on Chancellor
The ave where it pop off (What you order?)
Chicken french fries salt pepper ketchup hot sauce (Ooh)
Tops get knocked off
Cops dont respond to calls
We dont get involved
Closed case n***a problem solved
Im from where you get ya stain from ya actions (word)
Rush n****s like we bout to claim for ya taxes (ayo gimme dat)
And I myself I went to Chancellor
Squad deeper than in Wakanda Im Black Panther (We On!)
Aint nothing sweet, aint nothing too nice
Rep my city I do this for the home of blue knights
Where b*tches lusting
N****s dust you off the atmosphere (Boom)
Cant re-up
Or flip the work until the pack is clear
Copped my first cassette tape out the f*ckin Valley Fair (facts)
Smoked my first blunt on 40th street with purple bali hairs
This the land of the lost but dont get caught without it
You can lose your life and no one give a f*ck about it (n***a)

Written by:
Leinz C, Tim Benifield

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