Yellow Light Freestyle

By Jet 2

On The Art of Ambition

Released on December 5, 2009

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[Intro]

My name is.. Jet... I forgot


[Verse]

J-E-double-T-double-U-oh

I turn a yellow light into a green light groove like Kuzco

A flow go so smooth like glucose

Dave Chappelle's skit, bitch too close

Nigga, I am that man mutha fucka, I spit so- schizo

And the flows come straight up off the temple

I switch the tempo, the instrumental

I make it feel so fresh like a nigga gotta spit it with a Mentos

Giggles

A nigga game so sharp if my tongue touch yo' body then yo skin gon'

Tickle

A nigga spit so sickle cell

When I'm on the flow I can figure out anything like I'm Pacific Bell

It'll help if a nigga lyrics didn't spit itself

Even on a speed boat, bitch I bet my shit'll sell

But we way off that, talk about the ladies, put the puddy in a coffin

Ride it like a horse, ghetto Colts, go Carson

I'm a goofy ass fresh prince- Carlton

I'mma hit it at the desk like the office

Press play b-i-t-c-h, then pause it

I calls it alcoholic sex

Leave the pussy runnin' like fau-wait

Blame it on the goose like 'aww-shit'

Slippery when wet, stay cautious

Play her ass a love song, Jamie Foxx, bitch

I gots this

Mutha fucka, I click click pop it

Lick lick lick lick then stop it

Like aww shit, drop it

But never lose my mojo like Austin

Power up on them hoes like...

Flow so bright... leave 'em drowning in my tar pits

Or whatever you call it

I can turn you on bi-tch even if you're off it

Take it even if you offer

No call for paramedics, I'mma let it breathe

Even when I b-e-a-t-i-t-u-p, bitch I'mma set it free

Nigga Jet 2, nigga I be spittin' that

And if I lose it, I'mma get it back

And if I choose it, then I'm gettin' that

And if you want it back, can't get it

I tease these bi-tches

I try to stop, but I'm too sense-less

I try to think, but I'm too vi-cious

When I don't think, double time better with the flow

I tell her get a coat, I sweat her in the cold

I let her get a let her get a let her get a cold

I'm kiddin', niggas-bitches, better giggle to my shit

I'm spittin' this mutha f-uffin-lovin' sh-

I'm on some other shit, and damn she look bomb like -uh

Make me wanna make her make sounds like -uh

Oowie, bitch, Jet Two-ie

And I beat the puddy like Banjo Kazooie

Eat it like pizookie, wet it like jacuzzi

Bitch, I'm crazy, cause I love Lucy

I don't really give a fuck, probably fuck Suzy

All growed up, nigga bdrrrr-Uzi, bi-

Leave her in a high pitch

Hit the homies, Young Dro, High Five shit (clap)

Trapped in the closet, and I'mma leave her ass comin' in the closet

Pause it

L-O-L-L-O-L-H-A-H-A-L-O-L-H-E-H-A-G-N-R-

This nigga can't be serious

Duh, bitch that's the point of me spittin' this

Let all the listeners be the witnesses

I murdered this, period, no bleedy shit

Wait scratch that, but I'm taking this one take and shit

Can't scratch back

Can't have that. I never stop, cause we bond like Nasdaq

I'm a class act, I'm a class clown

And I hit it even harder in the last round

Hands down, and now I'm 'bout to pick it up

I'm 'bout to sip it up, bitch sippie cup!

Half of y'all already know where I get it from

And a niggie get it done, y'all don't even get to come

Y'all don't even get to go 'til a nigga tell you go

Wait, slow down bitch workin' on my yellow flow

All bullshit aside, I'mma take it slow

But I'm far from ordinary people

Bitch, you can see me through the peep holes


[Bridge]

And I sing to her in autotune like girl-ha

I think about you constantly

And I just wish that I can come and do the things

I say that I would do


[Outro]

Oh, no homo

She got that, she got that yellow light