CHANGING FACES

The Jux with Tiggs Da Author – Changing Faces (Lyrics)

Verse 1 (Wavy Boy Smith)

Who wanna know, The story of the Jux and this pot of gold

Proper stones, Cuban links cover my collar bone

Chilling out in prayer then it’s straight for a proper show

Living on a prayer but my bitch say it’s rock and roll (whooo)

Cruising like Mandela, bin blowing mad cheddar

Music I bang Fella, I’m cool with the gram sellers

Cool with the bank tellers, Rick Owen black leather

Cooler than Jacks Teller (whooooo)

This cash is offensive I chop and count some

Perhaps I’m resembling the brother Malcom

Betrayed but mobilised

My wave is multiplied

I splash on my gremlins and watch the out come

My bitch think of dowry, cos we’ve got four rings on the Audi

And she don’t sport bling if it’s cloudy

But it might pour in the Dubai maul

I ball like we were thought things by the Saudis

Hook (Tiggs Da Author)

I’m sorry,

Couple G’s in a gangster party

Man’s not playing,

fresh off the stove lick it in the AM

Ayo T can we slay em?

Wavy can we slay em?

From the PM to the AM

(yeah)

Verse 2 (Wavy Boy Smith)

Hella clean, as I meditate in the mezzanine

Better scheme, cappas are just waiting to sell a dream

I was writing fresh shit with no electric

In Africa we filled our generators with kerosene

Raised in the jungle like the Bantu were

Where gorillas and the baboons were

In a year I might pull up in a brand-new spur

I’m Cyril Sneer in this racoon fur

This is some fly shit, I trap in these rags

Dripping Sacai kicks, and splash on these tags

Japanese whiskey, Japanese swag

Red dot on your head like a Japanese flag

Allah’s grace got me posing out in Cali

Or listening to Sade dolo in Miami

But some days you don’t even know your family

Scarface look what Tony did to Manny