Martial Arts - Zaytoven

Jackie Chan glasses, Rush Hour traffic

Buffie the Body, the buffer the fattest

Hitted the fool now he riding in the trunk

Rumpin & Bumpin I might hit a bump

A million a month is a lost to a boss

Don’t pass me the blunt because I’m in a slump

Biggin' and juggin', bitch what do you want

I’m credit for dope til' the first of the month

Smoking a blunt and my trunk in the front

You like it or leave it, or leave it alone

Slick with the stick and I’m cool with the chrome

One hit of the bong and I leave it alone

Lean and Patron, I know that it’s wrong

I know that it’s wrong but I jugg on the phone

The day that it came, the day that it gone

Day to day business, cause dope with a tone

Gucci and Ziggy, we back in the business

My pockets my piggy, I’m back on my throne

My diamonds hit like Jackie Chan

My ring hit like Jackie Chan

My diamonds hit like Jackie Chan

My ring hit like Jackie Chan

My diamonds hit like Jackie Chan

My ring hit like Jackie Chan

My diamonds hit like Jackie Chan

My ring hit like Jackie Chan

Jackie Chan, Jackie Chan, Jackie Chan, Jackie Chan

Jackie Chan, Jackie Chan, Jackie Chan, Jackie Chan

Jackie Chan, diamond wrists, kicking like Liu Kang

Bruce Wayne, Bentley coupe, karate chop my brain

Alligator bally, Versace, Versace, Versace my ring

The j’s they love the cocaine

They sniffing the dope off my ring

You know that I’m a magician

The packs I get it and flip it

This lean is killing my kidneys

These birds are singing like Whitney

Call me Jackie, my diamonds kicking,

I Came a long way from that midget

To pullin' up in Honda Civics

To dropping that top on my Bentley

Them Rush Hour I’m gettin' them Benji

I’m smoking on Jackie, my eyes is chinky

My money is long like a slinky

I fuck with a bitch look like Pinky

I’m Jackie Chan in my city

Where ever I go, I’m good, I can kick it

My eyes look like Jackie Chan ‘cause I smoke that mary jane

My eyes look so Asian, man, ‘cause I’m smoking that purple thing

Gucci Mane got stupid Jordans

My kick game on Jackie Chan

Me, Chris Tucker, ride through Tucker

Got pulled over, cause we’re two black brothers

Chris Tucker stop laughin' man

This shit here ain’t funny man

Rush Hour traffic, smoking that cabbage

Two diamond rings, they Jackie Chan

Gucci got hands like Jackie Chan

Better yet, nigga Chuck Norris

Nigga told me he was back balling

Two weeks later he was back borrowin

Jackie Chan bitch, my bitch ballin'

Jackie Chan bitch, my bitch foreign

Put your hands up for the black man

Keep your eyes up for the black fan

Gucci Mane and Zay, we back man

Not Pac-Man, it’s Jackie Chan