Jet Set

[Verse 1: DJ Quik]

A soft beat got me hard as the street

Pop yo' ass in the teeth, leave your head in the seat

I moved scum with my sister 'til they snitched on me

Now we run in different directions from the C.P.V

Money don't come back, problems stay forever

Bullets for my nephews, let 'em perish together

For them I wrote these fuckin lyrics on the back of a summons

Wishin I had a big brother like The Game got hundreds

So I'm flyin my hair out, tryin to air out

Goin callous into my shell I'm kickin my care out

Nevermind my whereabouts, it won't be where family

Like to gank each other and only gangbang in the house

Just a post-traumatic sufferin Hennessy addict

Bufferin won't even help with the static in my muffin so come and cuff him

I'm slippin into the darkside under the influence of my own existance

Like Playa Hamm when he started this ride

Or Shabby and Bull Dog in the Marina

We mack-a-nina sippin colada piñas, you shoulda seen us

When Eric Wright tried to buy me out of bondage from Profile

Cause Ruthless had all the style and now

When did it change, I didn't see it runnin

The curb came, I went over tumblin

My last few records you heard me sick at the heart, gettin picked apart

By the very people makin me breathe, now I just leave

[Chorus: Tai Elton Phillips]

You wanna jet set with me, ain't nothin really here to see

We gon' be steppin off the plane, stress off your brain

See the world as clear as can be

People need class, you go back to school, I tell you what you need to do

You need to be straight relaxin, ain't no reaction

To the thangs that's botherin you - c'mon let's go

[Verse 2: DJ Quik]

My life in a day, I live for the moment

Bein full of focus is my only bonus

I walk around the city with a skeptical pair of pessimistic preconception

And niggas grippin my gonads

And that's only because I know some dudes that'll sabotage your food

Cause they'd rather see you breathin than to see you leavin

Passin the buck, they know you wouldn't be mad as fuck

Better to see you fail than to be drivin the baddest truck

Hard luck bitches who live right next to the liquor sto'

The hazel-eyed beadie smokin bitch eager to lick 'em low

The yeast-infectin misdirectin lowridin lover baby mother

With a mouth like a sailor ready to blow

I work around the clock to keep avoidin the ever-present traps

Of niggas and tramps who see me as the on ramp

Who come from mothers who had a fetish for cocaine in the 1980's

And thought she raised her crack baby to be a lady - you crazy!

[Chorus: Tai Elton Phillips]

You wanna jet set with me, ain't nothin really here to see

We gon' be steppin off the plane, stress off your brain

See the world as clear as can be

People need class, you go back to school, I tell you what you need to do

You need to be straight relaxin, ain't no reaction

To the thangs that's botherin you - c'mon let's go