Artist: Popa Chief f/ 5 Foot Hyper Sniper, K-Blunt, Tax Free Album: Worldwide 2.0 Song: New Jersey Turn Pike Typed by: Cno Evil [Intro: Tax Free] Yo... ya'll gonna stop fronting on my man Burnt Biskut Production.. Burnt Biskut Production This is Tax Free, I am the road manager Burnt Biskut Production... yo... Burnt Biskut You haven't heard? I'm the road manager, Tax Free Popa Chief, Burnt Biskut Production... cop that You ain't been there yet? See... I'm upset now South Jersey, what? What? Tax Free... Yo, man, take this blunt, take this blunt and hand me a forty Man, what the fuck? Hey look... there go the niggas from the Zu Uh-oh... I'm gonna turn the lights on, maybe even the sirens These muthafuckas are on Jersey Turnpike [Chorus: Popa Chief] I don't care if you're a hot girl or hoe, hot boy or herb Miss America, or a project bird Rocket scientist, or you're mentally disturbed I bet you get a little in front, mark my word [5 Foot Hyper Sniper] Late night, boy, call me Jay Leno, boy Ecstasy for these dumb dimples, boy Tinted windows, for the Benz jeep boy So me and Popa Chief, can smoke in peace, boy Secret compartment, where I keep the heat Niggas been they love the sheets, Timbs on the feet For the streets of keeps, never weak, I'm never sweet You catch me underneath the sheets Fucking your hoe, she sucking me slow You ain't know, how nigga, is Captain Save a Hoe He chase a hoe, with the four-four, with the four-four Like he po-po, I'm a thug, though I'm stronger, my spot, a hundred proof Put a whole in your man, like a hoola hoop My style got flavas, like hydro, purple haze, Arizona Texas, chronic with the leaf, no seeds, Brick City Nigga please [Interlude: 5 Foot Hyper Sniper (K-Blunt)] Nigga put that shit down, nigga You see me getting pulled the fuck over Oh the fuck.. god damn.. (You fucking up, son, you fucking up for real Yo, son, go head...) [Chorus] [K-Blunt] Now they think we lying, cuz we done hit 'em with the dumb shit While the weight of the state, we contemplating How the fuck we gon' get up out, yeah that's right, girl, and shout Work for the system, got clout Back out, party, crackhouse Liquor, drugs, hoes and hugs, lots of social love I'm do, high and, custom blue on riots Get my life right, and by the end of the night Off the back burner, sip it right, crook get burnt And buttered, and dropped and picked it up Blew it off, and gave it kiss Wait in line on this, never get pissed Catch the next one, if this one you missed