Jamboree lyrics

[Treach]
I wanna see y'all who wanna plan with me
Wave your hands across the land if we family
Say hot-damn, hot-damn, we wanna jamboree
This is for my peeps here I stand for you 'cause you stand for me

[Hook]
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 cause
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
Let's take the tapes jam for me, stand for me
You're damned to be without the jamboree
[Hook 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 n*gga
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
n*ggas 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
f*ck what you heard, naughty is forever in demand
When Kay drop tracks all the party people jammin'

[Treach]
I wanna see y'all who wanna plan with me
Wave your hands across the land if we family
Say hot-damn, hot-damn, we wanna jamboree
This is for my peeps here I stand for you 'cause you stand for me

[Hook 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 n*ggas 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 sh*tty 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 n*gga comin'
Kay scratch and cut ya no matta what you make or
Wanna come and touch her the punani rusher like Usher

[Hook 2x to fade]
[Zhane]
Jam on it (Jam-Jam-Jam)
(Jam-Jam-Jam)
Jam on it