[Chorus: Zendo]
Jet Set Radio, Jet Set Radio
I'm on the move, I'm on the go
I'm on the move, I'm on the go
Jet Set Radio

[Verse: Testa Rossa]
Got to go, I got to go, I'm on the go with Zendo
In the upper west side with your bitch doing rituals
Smoking gas with fronto, shooters from the Congo
They wet you up like Rondo
Got a little raver bitch, she trying to suck me up for coke, blow
Little raver bitch look like she from Jet Set Radio
Nutted in her face, then I told her that I got to go
The bitch asked me why, I said I'm on the move, I got to go
I'm just trying to get the dough
You a junkie, n***a shooting the dope
These n***as praise me, I feel like The Pope
Bimbo, she gon' choke, if you try me, I'ma poke
N***as calling me the goat, all these bitches do the most
Bitch how you say you love me but you out here sucking Frank
If you playing with my bread, you got to walk the plank
This No Limit bruh, me and Zendo push up in tanks
N***as smoking backyard boogie, but we smoking hella dank
Told that n***a give me all your pack, this is not a prank
Making all these trips to Chase, they think I'm working for the bank
Bad African bitch, she told me that all my music crank
You can keep that bitch bruh, she looking like her breath stank
Shit, stop playing man
[Chorus: Zendo]
Jet Set Radio, I'm on the move, I'm on the go
Jet Set Radio, I'm on the move, I'm on the go
I'm on the move, I'm on the go
Jet Set Radio, I'm on the move, I'm on the go
On the go