Yung Joc - New Joc City (2006) by Yung Joc (보컬) on maniadb.com

[movie announcer]
Now showing
New Joc City, starring Yung Joc, A-T-L's most wanted
In an action packed movie about gunfights
Grinding, the ol' trap, and most of all, getting money

[Yung Joc]
Oh you already know what it is folk
Hey folk, y'all niggaz watch out, dope boy's comin

Let me paint a picture, here's the backdrop
Niggaz on the block with a sock full of rocks
My intuition tells me, here come the cops
First nigga run, last nigga get knocked
A couple hours later when it's time to get funded
Ten percent of food stamps cost you fo' hundred
I had to use a alias cause I'm a most wanted
Now I'm back in the Chevy on the pedal and I'm runnin

[announcer] New Joc City!
[dispatcher] 210, we have a visual on the subject
[the police] Roger that
(Five-oh nigga!) Nigga I see 'em that's five-oh nigga
(Oh shit!) Nigga that's five-oh (Run nigga!)

[Yung Joc]
Now I gotta switch up cause my trap on fire
It's hot like the thermostat was set on high
I need another spot just to stash those pies
I'ma juice the first down hoe that rode by
I'ma tell ya like this, watch yourself bruh
The first time she get wrong it time to check her
Even though she lick me from my balls to my neck up
I gotta watch myself cause this could be a set up

[announcer] The saga continues
[loud knocking on door]
[Yung Joc] Baby see who the fuck who it is
[the broad] I don't know!
[Yung Joc] You got, you got somebody comin over here?
[the broad] Nah, I mean, you know nobody comin this late
[Yung Joc] Man, who the fuck is that man
[Yung Joc] Them motherfuckers actin
[glass breaking]
[Yung Joc] like they tryin to get in though man - OH SHIT!

[Yung Joc]
That's when the do' swang open like WHAM
Niggaz pointin choppers at me like Uncle Sam
Thankin to myself "What the fuck, God damn"
I sho' hop to God that this nigga chopper jam
I'm lookin at him crazy, I don't know what to tell him
He put the chopper to the back of my cerebellum
I tell him, the block's in that box on the flo'
But if you touch that bitch the whole house gon' explode

[announcer] New Joc City!
[computer] 10 seconds 'til detenation
Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, goodbye
(kaboom)
[announcer] This has been another Bad Boy South
[announcer] Block Entertainment production
[announcer] Now showing in your local fucking hood

This a nitty beat
Here we go again
Ghettoville U S A
You know I got by the name
nitty right
I gotta introduce you to
another motherfucker
out my squad right
Dis nigga go by the name of jock
He resides in collegepark
But for right
now what we gotta do for y'all
We gotta give y'all a hit
Niggaz in my face
Damn near er' day
Askin a million questions like
Jock where ya stay
Tell 'em collegepark
Where they chop cars
Eat 20 grand spend a
grand at the bar
Jest bought a zone jays on my feet
I'm on that patron so get like me
69 cutlass wit the bucket seat
Beat in my trunk
bought it just for the freaks
Catch me in the hood
posted at the sto
Pistol in my
lap on the phone countin dough
If a girl choose
let her do her thang
Just like her mama
nice ass nice brain
Er'body love me I'm so fly
Niggaz throw the duces er'time
I ride by
I know ya wonder why
I'm so cool
Don't ask me just do what cha do
Meet me in the trap its goin down
Meet me in the mall its goin down
Meet me in the club its goin down
Any where ya
meet me guaranteed to go down
Meet me in the trap its goin down
Meet me in the mall its goin down
Meet me in the club its goin down
Any where ya
meet me guaranteed to go down
Verse numba 2 do the damn thang
Cubes on my neck
pockets full of ben frank
When I'm in the mall
hoes just pause
I pop a few tags
give me that on the wall
Time to flip the work
make the block bump
Boys from the hood
call me black Donald Trump
Dope boi magic seven days a week
Numba one
record long as nitty on the beat
Oh I thank they like me
betta yet I know
Lights camera action
when I walk through the door
Niggaz know my crew
we certified stars
Valet in the front 'bout 35 cars
Bitches in the back
Black beamer coups
Girls like girls time to recruit
If ya got a problem say it to my face
We can knuckle up any time any place
Meet me in the trap its goin down
Meet me in the mall its goin down
Meet me in the club its goin down
Any where ya
meet me guaranteed to go down
Meet me in the trap its goin down
Meet me in the mall its goin down
Meet me in the club its goin down
Any where ya
meet me guaranteed to go down
Time to set it off
let these nigga know
Have ya every seen a
Chevy wit the butterfly doors
I ride real slow no need to speed
Gotta make sure ya
see the buckets on my feet
Feds on my trail
but they don't thank I know
I keep my hands clean
cuz I never touch dope
Every time I see 'em
look 'em in the eye
Ask 'em how I know its me surprise
Put it in the air rep where ya stay
Take a step back
blow the kush in they face
Stuntin is a habit
let 'em see the karats
I'ma make it rain nigga
I ain't scared to share it
Meet me in the trap its goin down
Meet me in the mall its goin down
Meet me in the club its goin down
Any where ya
meet me guaranteed to go down
Meet me in the trap its goin down
Meet me in the mall its goin down
Meet me in the club its goin down
Any where ya
meet me guaranteed to go down
Yung Joc
Nitty strikes again
This a Nitty beat
Playmaker

[Chorus]
If its a problem
Gon let me know
And if it ain't shit
Nigga gon let it go
But while it's on my mind
I need to let you kno
Them choppas on deck

And I ain't afraid to let em' go [Repeat: x 4]

Yea I'll do ya do ya (do ya bad do ya bad)


[Repeat: x 2]
You on that dumb shit, ain't wit it man
That's the main reason murders get committed man
It can go down any minute man
Whole squad jump out that black on black many man

So you betta be quick and on ya toes
Where dem choppa bullets stop nobody knows
Babies crying niggas dying all ova da place
Mamma crying 'cause is blood all ova her face
This is not a game this is not a test
Swiss cheese ya brain mayne you be laid to rest
I'll bust yo head ask questions lata
Throw yo duces sianara to you hatas

[Chorus]

I don't know ya bitch she don't know me either
I suggest you keep it moving if you wanna keep her
You don't want these problems that's a bad idea
Machetti have ya ass running like diarrhia
Nobody move nobody get hurt, shit
If I pull dat tube errybody hit da dirt
Look dis could be da boy dat if you only keep it coo nigga act like you growin steady still in middle
Schoo nigga you don't really want dis beef bra put in back in the freeza
You'll freeze up when I pull the heat then squeeze pull them knees up
This is not a game this is not a test slow ya roll fo' you be laid to rest

[Chorus]

I'll sell you wet dope just to make it wheigh right
Call dem boys set you up in broad daylight
Yea I'll bang ya bitch I'll do you bad
9 months later now she screamin yur da dad
If you loose ya bun say I neva found da shit
If I owe ya guap pay ya ass wit counterfeit
Oh yea I'll flex ya nigga don't think I caint
Have my broad put some suga in ya gas tank
Catch a break line slash ya back tire
When ya crank ya car ya engine catch fire
Now I don't kno what you been told
But these are free prescriptions


[Chorus]

(feat. Big Gee)

(Yung Joc)
What it is man (sup?)
Yung Joc, Block Entertainment
Yeah, you wan' know somethin? (What'chu wanna know nigga?)
I'ma take this motherfuckin time to let y'all niggaz know
I'm tired of playin games.. I'm tired of playin wit'chu man
(Preach on) Y'all niggaz comin up short on your money
Your re-up shit ain't right (nope, nope)
Your grams off nigga, get that shit right
(Tell 'em shawty) Let me talk to y'all

This ain't make believe so why the fuck is you playin
You better listen close to what the fuck I'm sayin
Cause really all it takes is a couple grand
Like AT&T I reach out and I touch a man
Or I can let it go cause it ain't nuttin man
But naw it's the principle so fuck what you sayin
E'ry dollar I want it, e'ry dime I need that
So when it's time to break bread gimme no feedback (shhh)
Cause you don't want to piss me off
And I get to poppin like we poppin Cristal
See I cain't help it, that's just how we get down
Let off a couple rounds, turn your smile to a frown
Yeahhh I know, you think I'm bluffin
'Til I kick the do' and the goons they rush in
Lay down on the flo' where you keep the coke in
You say "I don't know" then your blood start gushin

(Chorus 2X: Yung Joc)
I done told your ass once (once) told your ass twice (twice)
Fuckin with my paper, you're fuckin wit'cha life (wit'cha life)
Don't play with it (blam) don't play with it (blam)
Don't play with it (blam) nigga don't play with it (blam)

(Big Gee)
Here he come once again Mr. Murder Man
Smokin on the purple bad, pistol in my other hand
Fuckin with my rubberbands get your ass murdered fast
Chop you up and chop ya, then stuff ya in a duffel bag
Ride wit'cha in the trunk 'til ya smellin bad
Get your daughter after class, ride by snatch her ass
I know a pussy nigga owe me a couple stack
Pop him like he never had, but the nigga holdin back (nah)
I ain't trippin now I'm lettin 'em pass, got that ass
So I'm in the good, nigga smokin like a thermostat
Flashin hella stacks, pie nigga Pontiac
Actin for these hoes with my money, what kinda shit is that?
I ain't feelin that, pay me for my fuckin pack
E'ry dime off e'ry zone, don't gimme that (nah)
See it time for the chrome, go on pull it out
Sad Sunday service for the sucker in the parking lot

(Chorus)

(Yung Joc)
Better know the repercussions fuckin with my dividends
Yeah I got a hitman for the hitmen
Leave your baby momma numb and I touch many fans
If ye ain't tryin to see it I suggest you start prayin
All I'm sayin; don't try to play me like I'm soft
Treat you like mosquitoes when I skeet you with that Off
That Joc crawl blood, nigga call me Red Cross
Leave your wig leakin like you spilled spaghetti sauce

(repeat 2X)
Fuckin with my paper - ye ain't right
I'ma send them gators - in the middle of the night
Let 'em split your tater - in front your wife
No one can save ya - put out your lights

(Chorus)

(voice speaking over Chorus to end)
C'mon man
That ain't how you do the shit bruh
Out'chea playin with a nigga money and shit
That ain't the shit to be fuckin with
It's hard out'chea in these streets nigga
Fuckin people fuckin wit'cha
Niggaz rattin and shit
That ain't what's up dawg
It's the big dawg Diesel
Yung Joc in the building, ya heard me?

When i drop the work in tha pot it bounce back like elastic
How u do that i call it dope boi magic
Watch me work them plays like that 95 madden
How u do that i call it dope boi magic

I get it nine in tha mornin by night it just plastic
How u do that i call it dope boi magic
Im fresh ta death everyday like i jumped up out a casket
How u do that i call it dope boi magic

Numba one
Turn a pair of bow jackson raiders two
A fresh pair of mariallen gators three
Out ten niggas is sum hatas b4 its to late
Five shots to ya tataa 6 fully chromed fronted
Cotton candy coated benz 7 grams of
Presidental blowin in tha wind
At 4am tha eight at nine tuch down a beautiful play
In my neighboor hood so what now got one
O left u can snatch it 4 the seven
Nigga keep ya chirp on alert just like nine eleven the
12 kreepin threw the hood like jason keep it moven
Friday 13th but bitch this aint a movie
I was only 14 when i droped my first deal
Made a 2way disapear like david copperfield wala
I recorded thisa 2 15 left dop boi magic we can do tha 15s

When i drop the work in tha pot it bounce back like elastic
How u do that i call it dope boi magic
Watch me work them plays like that 95 madden
How u do that i call it dope boi magic

I get it nine in tha mornin by night it just plastic
How u do that i call it dope boi magic
Im fresh ta death everyday like i jumped up out a casket
How u do that i call it dope boi magic

Supa calafragiilistic expealidotious
Chino is the dopest worken water liek moses
Tadaow check my footwork its dope boi magic
How it match my ice and t shirt im packin and stackn bread
Duckin and dogen feds a hoe wid sum good head shawty i love dat
It aint no secret just look at my 26s every time u see me
Make u move like russle simmons check my possition
Im the boss of some wise guys wanna know sum well teach u how birds fly
Show u how gats cry trap or ya fuckin die hit it wid da soda
Bring it back wid sum fia fia say OO my look what it done to me
That dope boi magic got me rich as i wanna be
Say OO my look what it done to me got me rich as i wanna be

How u do that i call it dope boi magic
Watch me work them plays like that 95 madden
How u do that i call it dope boi magic

I get it nine in tha mornin by night it just plastic
How u do that i call it dope boi magic
Im fresh ta death everyday like i jumped up out a casket
How u do that i call it dope boi magic

Numba one
Turn a pair of bow jackson raiders two
A fresh pair of mariallen gators three
Out ten niggas is sum hatas b4 its to late
Five shots to ya tataa 6 fully chromed fronted
Cotton candy coated benz 7 grams of
Presidental blowin in tha wind
At 4am tha eight at nine tuch down a beautiful play
In my neighboor hood so what now got one
O left u can snatch it 4 the seven
Nigga keep ya chirp on alert just like nine eleven the
12 kreepin threw the hood like jason keep it moven
Friday 13th but bitch this aint a movie
I was only 14 when i droped my first deal
Made a 2way disapear like david copperfield wala
I recorded thisa 2 15 left dop boi magic we can do tha 15s

When i drop the work in tha pot it bounce back like elastic
How u do that i call it dope boi magic
Watch me work them plays like that 95 madden
How u do that i call it dope boi magic

I get it nine in tha mornin by night it just plastic
How u do that i call it dope boi magic
Im fresh ta death everyday like i jumped up out a casket
How u do that i call it dope boi magic

4 tha last couple years i ben maken dope tracks
Riden threw tha city wida A on my hat
Nitty keep sum work just ask mrs Beat
Say u needa hit nigga come see me
Spend 20 gz i can put u in tha game
My beats cost bird fare nitty got game
Quick to make hit just ask JB
Dope boi millionaire thats me

When i drop the work in tha pot it bounce back like elastic
How u do that i call it dope boi magic
Watch me work them plays like that 95 madden
How u do that i call it dope boi magic

I get it nine in tha mornin by night it just plastic
How u do that i call it dope boi magic
Im fresh ta death everyday like i jumped up out a casket
How u do that i call it dope boi magic

(Oh, shit! What up Chino Dolla?)
New Joc City, (Here it is, Block..?..)
But right now, you 'bout to witness a nigga gon' of dat patron. (Hu-huh, alright)
I'm talkin' 'bout 7 shots (7 shots? whooo-hoo, shit?! Boyz in da hood)
The next 'round on you nigga, (Alright) hah-hah
Now what I want ya'll to do (Whatcha want me to do?)
Take that shit to the muthafuckin' head. Let's go

[Chorus]
This ballers zone, J's on my feet
I'm on dat Patron, so get like me [X2]

Er-er'body love me, boss so fly
Niggas throw dey deuces er'time I ride by [X2]

C'mon, me tell me what it do, I do it for the A'
When the top drop, rock the platinum Cardier
Got that Microsoft, so they call me Bill Gates
Ice links around my neck, lookin' like I build gates
I'm Mista Amoco, yea I got the pumps
Pockets on swoll, lookin' like they got the mumps
I'm 'bout my change, gotta get the riches
From the look of thangs ya'll gettin' J.C. pennies
Pass dat Patron, the limes' right der. Rock with it, lean with in my nik'er
Wink my eye at cha bitch, now wishing now she could touch
See the J's on my feet and she love the diamond cuts
Fresh to death, everyday, like I jumped up outta caskets
Ask Chino Dolla about that dope boi magic
Connected like apartments, keep one in the cartridge
Chevy seats ostrich, name in the carpet

[Chorus:]

I mix Patron and ever glow, I call it antifreeze
Take one sip a drop off to her knees
Mista V.I.P, get like me. Ice piece on white beat', I call it Iced-t
Cush by the seven's I call it Mike Vic. She call me officer I hit her with my nightstick
My swag so mean, anger management
You call it what you want, I'm on some mo' eleven shit
These niggas wanna hate, godammit we can handle it
Mad 'cause I got juice, call me Tropicana bitch
Joc feel good. Joc buy the bar. Catch me in the hood pimp, rollin' on a gar
I plead to the Judge, I'm guilty of the charge
Imma balla-holic, can't help it Imma star
You see the yellow ice, you holla , oh my God!
Tynna guess the price, 'bout thirty large

[Chorus:]


Er'body wanna know, how I do my thang?
Yea I get money and I let my nutts hang
Pull up to curb, cut it to the left
My rims sittin' tall 'til I a dim the knee-steps
I just see what I want, then I go get it.
The apple jelly Chevy with peanut butter in it
So don't get mad, pimp keep it cool
I hang with them goons and the boys keep them tools
I hustle all day, thas just how I live
Stackin' them big faces, give 'em strippers dolla bills
Check the dictionary for a P.I.M.P
When you look it up partna, tell me who ya see?
Young G, Young see, yea thas me
Twenty-eight G's, on my feet twenty-three's

[Chorus: Repeat 2X]

I'm on dat patron
So gon on dat Patron, so gon on dat Patron, so get like me
So gon on dat Patron, so gon on dat Patron, so gon on dat Patron, so get like me
Get like me, get like me
So gon on dat Patron, get like me

[Chorus x2]
Ever seen a do or die, ride or die nigga (I'm him)
Ever seenn a nigga flip a pie quicka (I'm him)
Have ya ever seen a young, fly nigga (well I'm Him)
Have ya ever (I'm him)
Have Ya ever (I'm him)

I'm a grown man,lil boy get gone, dis is my life,my hustle,my song.
Is ya mad, Ima mastermind, hit ya wit da 4-5 leave ya ass absent mind. me a fuck boy?
Dats absent mind, ain't nan notha chevy out here fast as mine.
26 no inh wit da Alpine, I meet a bitch, break a bitch in my past time.
I'm da truth dog, dats my word, Do ya self a favor, don't get served.
And if ya got questions dis da business,Stay on top of ya competition.
If ya work good, jus hold out.
So, when da drowt come erybody sold out. dats when ya doulbe up den watch it bounce back.
Do dat again times 10 den ya count dat.

[Chorus x2]

In 88' I took ya Jays and ya bomber coat.
Now days its ya jays and bomber coke.
Y'all cats turn gangsta on pro toons, Ima professional gangsta wit pro toons.
Ya got beef? Whoa man, ta me you as soft as a woman.
Bitches will never know how I get mine, when I put her on da track better get mine.
Yeah, dats how its done round here, quiet as kept nigga I'm da Don round here.
Now check my rapsheet, I ain't a convict,
Go jail get right out, ain't dat Don shit.

[Chorus x2]

I know a lot of cats, real hood niggas.
Some kill, some steal, some good niggas.
But dey will never be quite like me, I love da mighty dollar dat excites me.
Yung J-O-see come see me. I got heat see it up close,3-D.
I give ya brain freeze, I'm so raw.
Like coke turn ya cabbage into cole slaw.
Squeeze tricks, split ya wig ike a mohawk.
Ya brought it on yaself,
Its yo fault.
Now erybody on da block know who did it, but uhh where ya body and da dope?
Man I hide it.

[Chorus x2]

[Chorus: x2]
All the hoes lose they mind when they see me stunting
Dope Boys lose they mind when they hear me coming
All the haters get to running when they hear that choppa drumming, Blllluuupp, blllluup bumping

[Young Joc]
Y'all ready know, ya ain't even gotta wonder
I was voted number one rapper to drop this summer
A one hit wonder, how the hell ya figure that?
My rhymes like crack, fiends screaming, "Gimmie that!"

I'm being like a monkey, and that '73 dope
Need a desert eagle, reefer smelling like a skunk
Got a b**** named Judy, with a real big booty
Blue star keep a n**** riding cuji

If it's a problem, I suggest you let it go
Got some killas over there, more hellan than the lord
I beat the block up
You can hear me when I'm coming

If it's a problem then the choppers start drumming, drumming

[Chorus: x2]

My n****s flip birds
Your n****s flip burgers
My n****s got work
Your n****s just workers

My n****s, we get heard
Your n****s is unheard of
My n****s murder
Your n****s get murdered

My n****s win n****s
Your n****s get drenched
My n****s play the field
Your n****s ride bench

My n****s is quarterbacks
Your n****s just receive
With a single flinch boy, your n****s retreat
My n****s take the coke and they let the s*** cook

Your n****s experiment with dope and get hooked
Now ain't that something, let the story get told
As the plot thickens and the script unfolds

[Chorus: x2]

I get back around three
We can do it more again
Message to them hater middle finger to the wind
Let my chain swang, with a limp in my walk

Baby hush ya mouth, respect a pimp when he talk
Everybody know that I do it for the hood
Help feed the hungry, now my homies all good
Word on the street, Joc got the heat

Suede on the seat, 28's on the feet
Two bottle of Crys, baby go on spend money
When ya add it up now I'm drinking red money
My wrist gone froze

Make em jump out of they clothes
Go ahead drink tonight, 'cause tomorrow you gotta go

[Chorus: x2]

Ha ha ha, n****
Rookie of the year, play ya position n****,
Y'all f*** boys stop ya hustling, y'all n****s know how we do it.
Y'all know what it is.

All the way from the motherf***ing west side to the south side n****.
ML king, Fabora, Four-five, the whole Four block, Three-tweny.
What's up Koolaide? Yeeaahh.
Rest in peace my n**** Steve, Chris Terry, Lil' Mike, Black Horace, we gonna take it to the

Motherf***ing south side n****.
College Park! Ya know what I'm talking about. Born and raised, Shady P n****. What it is.
I see ya out there Tony V. Carl Moe, what up n****? Fresh stat from college park. I see ya n****. Ain't nothing but love, ya'll know how we do it. Yung Joc! Block entertainment. B****! Shorty Slick, where ya at? Ya up next n****. And I'm outta here.

Yung Joc
Inny meeny miny mo
How many bitches from the club won't go
(I know you see it, I know you see it)

Ms. B.
I'm like inny meeny miny mo
How many niggas in the club won't go
(I know you see it, I know you see it)

Yung Joc
Now you can call me tipdrill, they playing my song
Throw a couple ones, then she throw away her thongs
When she bust it open, take a picture with my phone
She love my cologne, call it perk body zone
Now she pussy poppin', it's goin' down
Slap the waitress on the booty, tell her "get another round"
And when I make it rain, money all over the ground
Fresh force ones, Sean John button down
And then I'm like "oh boy, a clique fulla stars"
Big four fifth, big dick, and big cars
At the end of the day, when it's all said and done
I need four freaks 'cause I need more than one

(Chorus)
Yung Joc
Inny meeny miny mo
How many bitches from the club won't go
(I know you see it, I know you see it)
I'm like bim bam, I know you want some
She chewing on the dick like a piece of bubble yum
(I know you see it, I know you see it)
Ms. B.
I'm like inny meeny miny mo
How many niggas in the club won't go
(I know you see it, I know you see it)
Then I'm like bim bam, I know you want some
You chewing on the pussy like a piece of bubble yum
(I know you see it, I know you see it)

Ms. B.
I ain't never been the type to show off in the club
Real laid back poppin' plenty bottles of
Bub, don't smoke but I got much purp
Get that nigga real high, make him slurp it then burp
Could you be a groupie? I hear you singin' my song
Like I see you, lemme feel your tongue
It's me, Ms. B. nigga, let me get you laced
Take a step back, blow the pussy in ya face
I ain't talking cush nigga, talking a rat race
So many to choose from, give 'em all a little taste
Gotta house fulla pussy, the madam of hip hop
My bitches are superstars, so gushy you need a mop
Yea

(Chorus)

Yung Joc
I got stacks on deck, snowflakes on my neck
New J's on my feet, make my outfit complete
(I know you see it, I know you see it)

Ms. B.
I got stacks on deck, niggas love my flow
Got a mohawk blowin', air forces that glow
(I know you see it, I know you see it)

Yung Joc
Inny meeny miny mo
How many bitches from the club won't go
(I know you see it, I know you see it)
I'm like bim bam, I know you want some
She chewing on the dick like a piece of bubble yum
(I know you see it, I know you see it)

Ms. B.
I'm like inny meeny miny mo
How many niggas in the club won't go
(I know you see it, I know you see it)

(CHORUS X2)Marques Houston

It aint nothin' like the first time
Im tryna tell you i can blow ya mind
Baby if i touch you here or kiss you there
Gonna fall in love shorty, ya best beware

(VERSE ONE)
This aint no love song
More like a cut song
You say your day was long, well tell daddy whats wrong
Imma tell you one time -- just relax and unwind
Whisper sweet nothin's now you blushing, chills down your spine
Oh yea you hot and temptin'
Oh no not pretty ricky
But when you grind on me
Imma leave you hot and drippin
Slip in those satin sheets
Now go and roll over
Oh yea its up and down motions like a rollercoaster
I sees you up on top
You all on my jock
Imma do it nonstop, until your cherry pop
Imma keep goin' and goin', the energizer bunn

(CHORUS X2)Marques Houston

It aint nothin' like the first time
Im tryna tell you i can blow ya mind
Baby if i touch you here or kiss you there
Gonna fall in love shorty, ya best beware

(VERSE TWO)

Wont you let me introduce ya to thug karmasutra
This aint no lovey dovey (nah) but watch how i seduce ya


Girl im the man, i- i- im the man
I push the right buttons and the sex on demand
Oh yea i like it slow
Baby be easy
Ooo, watch ya teeth
Baby be easy
Tell me your biggest secrets, tell me all the dirt
You smell like peaches, must bath & body works
Love the way your body work, imma make your body rock
Once you climax, you feel the aftershock
(i know i got you hooked on this lovin'
Dont get it twisted, we just cutin' baby)

(CHORUS X2)Marques Houston

It aint nothin' like the first time
Im tryna tell you i can blow ya mind
Baby if i touch you here or kiss you there
Gonna fall in love shorty, ya best beware

(VERSE THREE)
Yea i know i know, i still yo lips is so soft
But i gotta go, lets hit the shower baby, its time to rinse off
I'll wash yours, you wash mine, i adore it the first time
I blew yours, you blew mines, sometimes i'll drop you a line
But look dont tell nobody, just keep it on the low
Not your best friend, not your cousin, nobodys gotta know
I know it sounds crazy, but thats just how it is
Yung J-O-C, long live, long live

(CHORUS X2)Marques Houston

It aint nothin' like the first time
Im tryna tell you i can blow ya mind
Baby if i touch you here or kiss you there
Gonna fall in love shorty, ya best beware

[Chorus: x2]
Yea, I been there
I done that
Knock the pussy out, now she running back
So I knock the pussy out
Knock it out, knock it out
I knock the pussy out
Knock it out, knock it out

First thing first, I likin' all kinda hoes
Some go to school, some dance with no clothes
Mama name me Joc 'cause I do the damn thing
When I throw the dick they come back like boomerangs
Beat the pussy up like a ole beat machine
Oop, there it is, bring a friend, tag team
Then I beat 'em up like the woofers in my vert
I give her Tylenol 'cause she say her jaws hurt
Need a chick like Trina, make her dreams come true
Baby when I cum, guarantee you cum too
And like big 6, the dick hypnotize minds
I put that on my mama baby if you think I'm lyin'

[Bridge]
Lil mama I'ma (beat it up)
All night I'ma (beat it up)
That mouth, I'ma (beat it up)
That back, I'ma (beat it up)
That's right I've

[Chorus: x2]

1 + 1, then that equals two
Bitches on deck, one for me and one for you
Just the way I like, straight A-Town
Meet me in the room, guarantee it go down
Yea, your baby daddy mad, you woulda spilled the beans
Don't get mad 'cause she on my drill team
I turn virgins into sex fiends
I turn nightmares into wet dreams
Make a jookbox wet, make her think she on her cycle
Hit her from the back, then I grab her by the micros
Make her touch her toes til her knees turn weak
Neighbors complain 'cause they say they can't sleep

[Bridge]

[Chorus: x2]

When it's time for round three, strap on another glove
T.K.O, now the hoe all in love
She love to call me Tyson when I nibble on her ear
I hit her wit a combo, now she call me Holyfield
I know it sound vulgar but that's the way she like it
Got the worlds biggest (shhh), don't matter, just don't bite it
No I'm not conceited but see I keep it trill
Playboys shout it, Mr Black and decradrill
Yea your girl say my name, please don't take offense
Have 'em bent like this, suckin' on some gangsta shit
I don't think it's worth it if you really want the truth
Cause at this phrase in time she givin' brain in the houpe

[Bridge]

[Chorus: x2]

[Bridge: x2]

[Background] Uhhhhhyeeaaah
[Joc's Dad] Everything that glitters ain't gold baby
[Yung Joc] I hear ya Daddy

[Chorus: x 2]
I'm choppin 24's
Blowin good dro
Yeah, I got plenty Hoes
Life ain't picture perfect
Yeah ya see the ice
And I dress nice
Make 'em look twice
Life ain't picture perfect

Yeah I'm blowin on some good lime
Skatin on two 85's
Wouldn't believe half the shit that's skatin through a niggas mind
745 complimented with leather and wood
Chickens on my dick 'cause a nigga fresh and smellin good
Jack boys plottin on my stacks on deck
Wanna put the Tec to my chest for the ice on my neck
Oh yeah it's easy to attain it all
Harder to maintain it all
If you want a perfect picture only god can paint it dog
Niggas in these videos with multi-platinum projects
Can't even get credit cards
And they Momma stay in projects
How is that? Scratch my head
Somethin don't seem right
Ya teeth full of ice
So when ya smile I seen lights
Seems like I'm hatin I'm just statin the facts
I ain't feelin' to smile in ya face and put a blade in your back
Now try not to get caught up on the way shit looks
'Cause everything ain't picture perfect, just listen to the hook

[Chorus: x 2]

Yeah I'm off in magic city
Trickin them ass and titties
Bitches blowin me kisses makin me wanna hit it
I must admit, got a good chick and she been holdin me down
But I ain't fuckin around 'cause there is too much shit goin around
Like the rims on my pickup
Scared to get my dick sucked
Nigga run into the clinic even from a hiccup
Pick up the pieces from the fuckin puzzle
I'm affiliated with niggas who murder, rob and hustle
Plus you think I'm ballin 'cause I'm poppin Crys and spendin G's
I'm just tryin to drink away the pain that killed my nigga steve
Nigga please, I ain't shit
Cookies and cream
Feelin like Marvin it make me wanna holla and scream

[Chorus: x 2]

Now half the shit ya doin already been done
And that's why half my niggas dead, locked up or on the run
That dope money ain't sufficient it don't last all ways
Niggas trap all night in project hallways
All day long niggas front like stars
On them big ass rims that most than they cars
Spent 300 on a outfit a hundred on some nikes
But his baby needs wopes, diapers and pedialite
And you prolly' got a cousin, brother or a friend
And this song sound like it from begging to end
Then again it might be me
And I'm tired of the nonsense
Can't sleep at night cause I got a guilty conscience

[Chorus: x 2]

[Background:] can't you see? [over and over until it fades out]