Talkin' bout my boy named jake, nah he ain't no fake
start it with a wake n bake && listen to the rhymes i state.
the new kid on the block, the center of talk
but ya better keep his name outchya mouth our you're gunna get knocked
out, without a doubt, its what my boy jake's all about
&& now boys don get sad, dont get mad
but chances are he's already had the girl that you have
he's a pimp he's a playa, he's "jake the goof slaya"
truth saya, && if ya run ya mouth he'll lay ya
down, he ain't clownin' around, my boy's knocks are renown.
&& now i am sorry to report that i'm cutting this short
so to end this spit, post this if you support.
"Blow, Dough && Hoes, Bitches && tricks,
We all miss ya Jake, man you were the shit.
&& for when you come back boy, we'll smoke a fat joint
we're all waitin for ya dawg, so don't dissapoint."