Lyrics of 'Jojo's Chillin' by Killer Mike

("Break, break, BREAK!")
My man JoJo, got caught on fed photo
So he gotta get out of Atlanta and hit SoHo
Baby mama said he bein selfish, he like, "So, hoe"
Then picked up a cell phone and called his ol' hoe
She took him to the airport, hit 'em with some bread
Parked in the deck then hit 'em with some head
Hit the counter with a fake ID and a ticket
The old man look suspicious but he hit 'em with a fifty
Him 'em with a hundred, hit 'em with a "Shhhhh..."
The old man stamp the ticket and he went like "Shhhhh..."
Then he hit 'em with a smile then he hit 'em wiht a wink
And JoJo hit the bathroom and JoJo hit the sink
Cold water had to splash on his face
His iPod pumpin Snoop, "Murder Was the Case"
Oh shit! Look to his left -- Ghostface
"Peace god, peace god, where's Shallah Rae?"
"Think he had a show down in M.I.A today"
Ghost told 'em, "Nice Wallies" then went out on his way
Now it's back to reality, reality say,
"You still gotta make it to that side of the gate"
He moves out of the bathroom quickly with haste
It's a long line, it's a while before the gates
And it's a ol' lady givin Jo the evil eye
Mad cause she see 'em cut spaces in line {*echoes*}

JoJo's chillin~!

Back in line, JoJo spots Ivy
Girl from the hood that he knew from NYC
TSA agent, so she cleared him on the ID
Before he go to the X-ray, he takin off his shades
Takin off his jacket, arm out his sleeve
Reached in his pocket -- Oh shit! Got weed
He done made it this far, what's Jo to do?
So he stuffed it in his pocket and he walked right thru
(He walked right thru?!) He walked right thru
Then the TSA agent said, "She pointin at you"
The old lady that had seen Jo cut line
went to a officer and tried to drop dime
But Ivy wasn't havin that, stepped to the copper
Told him that the old lady's ID wasn't proper
Now the old lady's gettin treated like a terrorist
Cop got his hand where her grey pubic hair it is
After this though, she gon' have to see a therapist
JoJo found the situation hilarious
Threw the old lady deuces, headed to the train
Concourse A, headed to his plane
Arrived on time, they called 'em first class
Upgraded ticket took a little more cash
Jo's relieved, he's almost free
Can't wait to land in the NYC {*echoes*}

JoJo's chillin~!

Seat belt's on, seat back up
Triple shot of Seagram's in JoJo's cup
A lil' too much, he felt the stewardess up
She said ("Stop sir!") He looks like, "What?"
Gave a big tip and then headed to the bathroom
When he got there, told her, "'ey, it has room"
Turned the bathroom into a smash room
She was hittin lines, he was hittin from behind
Looked up in the mirror, saw Ghost another time
"Peace god, peace god, I ain't see ya wiz"
Lean toward the mirror cause I gotta talk biz
Ghostface told him, "Only twenty to LaGuardia
When you get there, a car will take you to Astoria
You don't want the alphabet boys on call
So tell the stewardess to make a wheelchair call"
Wheelchair came, deboard plane
JoJo, couple old folks in the cane
Exitin the door, he seen the dogs walkin slow
Couldn't dump the weed, nowhere to go
Turned out the dogs sniffed out that blow
Good thing the stewardess a cokehead hoe
cause they bumrushed the bitch and put her ass to the flo'
Jo told the wheelchair boy, "Let's go"
and Jo got away, that's how the story GO!