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from Joe Budden - Joe Budden (2003)
(Joe Talking)
Uh So what I'mma do is like I just kinda wanted to be able to ya know Smoke by myself Without kinda being bothered by what a mother fucker has to say Or without really havin to do nothin So I'mma gonna go buy this pack of 100's Take me about 10 mins. to smoke a whole hundred And I'mma flip one upside down And I'mma take one out and I'mma light it (Chorus) Just give me 10 min. 10 min. alone To not deal with a thing And not answr my phone Just to ig my 2-way ig the shit in the streets Let me smoke this 1 cig in peace Give me 10 min Without yall comin at me with that bull Somtimes that's all it takes to ruin my last pull And right now that's what got the kid at peace Let me smoke this one cig n peace (Verse 1) Look, now there's a couple dudes don't wanna see me poppin They sarcastically ssk me when your cd droppin Gotta keep my game face they don't leave me no option Can't lose my cool I know the streets keep watchin Dudes wanna see me lose it all But I aint come this far to fall Let me talk to all of you dudes prayin that i lose it all I aint come this far to fall And I aint gotta walk around with my clip and nine A real nigga just opened his coat to me And said his is mine He said call him when there's problems But he don't know that there's always problems It only gets worse Like, some dudes feel threatened they can't stop me So all they do is threaten to pop me Well go and get your weapon and cock G You can see it's real here I done been down the block all week and I'm still here Look, you wanna know where the booze and coke at Gangstas, gorillas, damoos, and locs at Where the bricks where the Where the x, where the morphine be Take the turnpike to 14b Now it's back to this pussy dude threatnin to hurt me I aint know all of this came with reppin jersey But now it's no secret If the thought of jump off doin it Makes you so heated Nigga so be it But certain beef will get handled if your special Only marble in the crib is the handle on the special My gun's in the hood I can't run from the hood Nigga my son's in the hood That should tell you what's what Soon as i feel good you retards remind me That son it aint hard to find me I'm at ringside anytime the fight's on And I'm in the big black truck with the Carolina lights on Or you can hop on the Polasky skyway I'm in the strip club almost every Friday Cats is cornballs, yall dudes is bitches Like I aint got enough problems with this music business (Chorus) (Verse 2) Somedays I don't wanna be bothered Somedays I just miss my father Somedays I just miss my father Somedays I wanna relapse on redline Cause he'll be gone for 26 months fed time I try to maintain through all this And pray to God pop keep his same clean date in Fort Dix My pockets flat kid You do the math on 5.15 an hour full time after taxes That wasn't good enough to keep my M.O. That wasn't good enough to complete my demo For real, somedays I don't wanna be seen And somedays I don't shower I don't wanna be clean Look, sometimes the truth can hurt you So I blow my cig smoke right at the truth commercial Somedays I don't wanna be bothered Somedays I just miss my father And even if by a miracle he makes it halfway out It won't be parole yall it'll be the halfway house Naw, that aint the right path for a budden 'Cause we're addicts, addicts can't do half of nothin |
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from Joe Budden - Mood Muzik 4 (2010)
Nothing stays the same forever.....not even me
Check this...check it [Joe Budden - Verse 1] Something must've changed me, n-ggas might defame me But things that used to taint me, no longer seem to restrain me Strangely I'm no longer sad man or angry Shame-ably it pains me, feeling like this just ain't me Mainly what do I tell all the people that thanked me Mainly those who ordain me, aside from can you blame me Motivation they was supplying me no longer providing me Jason Williams something killed whatever was driving me Worrying less about the past more about the now Less about what I'm going though more about the how It's for certain it's been 30 years being fit for hurting Now I'm a different person with nohing to overcome in the mist of burdens For certain, got 6 figures in my sock drawer And honestly this year I expect to make a lot more It's hard to live without a budget when life is corrupted In a house thats so peaceful that I'm trying to disrupt it Scream f**k it not because I have to but because I love it Which makes me as fake as the puppets that I speak of disgusted Without a paddle up sh-t's creek Dig deep and see it ain't life it's just me So be warned as I'm putting on like I'm deformed Only so y'all can accept it as being my norm Maybe I quit working on me, maybe I given up Maybe I been lying to myself maybe I give a f-ck. [Chorus] It's enough to make you black out, pull a mac out Aim it at the sky while I'm running from a black cloud Every day we playin cat and mouse as I watch it hoverin over my glass house It's enough to make you spazz out, pull a mac out Aim it at the sky while I'm running from a black cloud Tired enough for me to pass out, tired of running from the black cloud. [Joe Budden - Verse 2] I say it loud hoping someone can hear me clearly Trying to make my girl get it she don't know it's very scary But she's a nympho she can come barely near me She still want the God and i don't think she's mary mary The prettiest bitches they just want to service me While n-ggas prettiest bitches wouldn't get a word from me Some of you haven't heard from me some of you wouldn't mind murking me Found that news funny likes its stright from Ron Burgundy These n-ggas ain't never seen dough They can't dream though i bump into 'em in between shows People say im emo what that really mean though Is though the song can't breathe I actually make it seem so I lost loved ones because they couldn't deal with me Cherish whoever still with me though the marriage be killed in me Normally it's just me and my lonely mind Everyone storm is different so this forecast is only mine Fans recognize my misery uplifted me Shifted me to my epitome, guess the curse is a gift to me Maybe its serendipity, maybe it's weighing on me physically Maybe I should man up and tell GOD not to solicit me Been medicated, meditated Sedated, hated Character assassinated, all theses years I masqueraded Hard headed, if it was on my mind I had to say it Tongue on the devil's pitchfork to see how disaster tasted Rap is fabricated, rappers are so exaggerated Wouldn't be scared of the truth if they weren't castrated Grab a mag, spray it, surrounded by people to shoot it before me Better unconditionally love my beautiful ugly Now lemme speak to who I cater to Would you love me to say(or sang?), before my weeks were not favorable Promised to maintain being unique but relatable All while suffering from a disease that could do away with you Poetry on the beat, spoken-word for the masses Therapy over pro-tools, every word is on acid Continents on Kush, every vowel is blunted Highly wanted this whole organization privately funded This is bigger than the Eiffle, this is alert to public Had a cop us by our tunnels and our bridges with the rifle Sentences meant to stifle, this is a man aching This is the damn breaking, contraband in the making This is panic unveiling, got potential but I never met it He be trying to come over, it seem like GOD won't let it Either he never got my invite or he jus dismissed it But if all I'm hearing are the sounds of blackness, why am I pessimistic? You'll never progress if you'll never try All I ask, let every word I birth, never die My wings spread, but when I'm at the sky Weather didn't change like I thought and had me petrified. [Chorus] |
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from Joe Budden - Joe Budden (2003)
[Intro]
Calm down... calm down... Baby just calm down... (Calm down... ) She use to tell me to... calm down... Moms use to tell me to... calm down... Baby just calm down... She use to tell me to... calm down... Moms use to tell me to... calm down... (She would pray that I would) Baby just calm down... Calm down... [Budden Verse 1] Look, I was such a lost soul, just wanted to be down with something Look at your son now mommy I amounted to something You couldn't figure out, what I had messed with the streets for Cause you saw my genius without a SAT score I took drugs and laced it with things But you a addict yourself, For you I was people, places and things (how the fuck you thought) Angeldust use to have me in the hallways twurked I tried to hide it, but Visine didn't always work I needed someone to blame in my mind I thought if you and dad never used dope I would a came out fine And so I hit you hard when you threw in advice Like what I want to talk to you about you ruined my life You the reason why I ended up a con and I knew it The reason I filled my body with that bombin' fluid, mommy You the reason that my life's gone illegal The reason I'm kinda different, don't think like normal people, not calm [Chorus] She use to tell me to... calm down... Moms use to tell me to... calm down... (Use to pray that I would) Baby just calm down... You gotta hold your head up cause we gone make it She use to tell me to... calm down... Moms use to tell me to... calm down... (You got to understand what I was going through) Baby just calm down... Everything's gonna be alright She use to tell me to... calm down... Moms use to tell me to... calm down... (But a nigga wouldn't) Baby just calm down... You gotta hold your head up cause we gone make it y'all [Budden Verse 2] Listen... ain't shit like seeing your moms crying on the floor Knowing you the reason why she ain't a'ight no more But so young, I was like whatever You use to chase me through the house with the knife like get your life together Fucking drugs, how could I ever amp on you And what made me think that I could lay my hands on you I'm not surprised that you mad at me Much as you hated my father, your youngest son is just like his daddy Mommy I live life rude, how could you not understand it On the same note I'm just like you I got moms sensitivity, my fathers balls His humor, his g, and my heart is yours Fuck school, cause I had my major Come to grips that it ain't so much the drugs, it's the addict behavior (no) Was it the dick charge, the cut that came with it? Wasn't really the smoking, but the rush that came with it (wasn't calm people) [Chorus] She use to tell me to... calm down... Calm down... (but a nigga wouldn't) Baby just calm down... You gotta hold your head up cause we gone make it y'all (do it with me people) Calm down... Calm down... (try to understand it) Baby just calm down... (those kind of things) Everything's gonna be alright Calm down... (just bare with me for a... for a brief moment y'all) Calm down... Baby just calm down... You gotta hold your head up cause we gone make it y'all [Budden Verse 3] I felt so alone, I had a crew, but so what Then when Angela stabbed me guess who showed up And when people said I'd always be ill and twisted And when the therapist had told us that the pills would fix it Was sick of being sick, I was finally hurt With all the praying that you did ma, it finally worked God gave you a son back, I won't offend you again Won't let the disease turn me against you again Use to be high as ever, (but I) Joey Jr. got his life together As a result, now we tighter than ever So blessed, so grateful to be seeing tomorrow (see the whole world) That's why I can't take a drink, not if even a swallow I can't picture me twisted, like what I'm a do now Haters I can't stop yet, my mothers to proud Secure now, don't need to be down with nothing Look at your son now mommy, I amounted to something I'm so calm [Chorus] Calm down... Calm down... (but a nigga wouldn't calm down) Baby just calm down... You gotta hold your head up cause we gone make it y'all (hold up) She use to tell me to... calm down... (Use to pray that I would) calm down... (But I couldn't, I couldn't, couldn't do it) Baby just calm down... (Nothing heals like time people) Everything's gonna be alright (Understand that) calm down... Calm down... (Fucking miracle) Baby just calm down... You gotta hold your head up cause we gone make it y'all (They said I wouldn't reach 21 y'all... I'm still standing) Calm down... Thanks ma... Calm down... I couldn't do it without you Calm down... Calm down... You are appreciated Calm down... Fa sho... Calm down... It's a slow process y'all One day at a time though... to get beautiful |
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from Joe Budden - Mood Muzik 4 (2010)
Come along, co-co-come, come along
But I don't trust niggas so make sure you come alone I hand picked you you think sensibly They friends with you don't need them to be friends with me Come along I'm gonna take you to some spots that you might like But bring shades you gonna need them for the bright lights Grab a drink and invite dykes that like Vic's We always end up fighting cause that's my vice Come along, co-co-come, come along And you'll see how it feels when you're sitting on the throne When you're so much better but they act like it ain't known So if somebody else is on it's a temporarily loan Hard to compete when there ain't no competition If everybody's the best why I feel like the comp missing Forced to find inspiration when I never had to So I go against myself it's a better battle Come along, co-co-come, Come Along Turn up the volume on a favorite song We got so much in common Except when it comes to rhyming She feel like lyrics are so intrusive I feel about her the way she feels about music Shes cute She don't like the words, she just like the beat And I'm thinking me too BIOTCH (Let It Breathe) Come along, co-co-come, Come Along Can't we dim the lights let me get in my zone Come along, co-co-come, Come along But I don't trust a soul so make sure you come alone (Let It Breathe) Come along, co-co-come, Come Along And watch these niggas that's doing it all wrong Throwback swag, nigga still doing rims Still doing throwbacks, you still doin Timbs? Looking for a way to save, you ain't earning no cake Move back in with moms she won't turn you away Then you all on the blogs showing off on CL When it's followed by a K gotta know it's a mistake Benefit of the doubt homie, if that ain't your daughters car I suggest you stop rapping about a automar Cause in return I'm just going to call a fraud Every time I hear a bar about the balla you are Come along, co-co-come, Come Along She gonna prolly drop her draws if she step into my home She probably going to be on cock It's Big enough to get lost in without Jack or John Locke On the water like an island thinking' she on the dock So she puttin in work so I'm thinking she on the clock Slow down baby what you trying to prove? When you live like me it's funny what one night can do (Let It Breathe) Come along, co-co-come, Come Along Can't we dim the lights let me get in my zone Come along, co-co-come, Come along But I don't trust a soul so make sure you come alone (Let It Breathe) Come along, co-co-come, Come Along Is you niggas out your mind? Is it hard to recognize when you out your prime? Maybe they can't imagine living life without that shine Walk around Hollywood like you're so in demand But when label stop acting nigga so do the fans Nigga you ain't a superstar, no allure bout you And when you talk about me, it says more about you Come along, co-co-come, Come Along Wonder why I ain't around niggas changing tone that's the way it looks But they really think whatever they say behind my back will manage to stay put We know the same people, go the same places From the same hood, can only be so evasive Come along, co-co-come, Come Along When you're from where I'm from you're going to prolly meet the chrome It ain't just me, it's like that where we all from Thought some of them niggas just do it out of boredom Some just preppin for the day they see a war come Hanging in the wrong place if you never saw one Come Along, co-co-come, Come Along I don't know who you done dealt with in the past Better be self sufficient ma you don't get a pass Cause your thighs are thick and you got a little ass You lookin for a suga daddy then go for it Twenty something years old with nothing to show for it Talkin' bout she was raised different Well get your own pockets bitch so was I Come along, co-co-come, Come along I don't call them verses, they similar to poems Similar to scriptures Similar to pictures You can stick to rap what we doing is much bigger (Let It Breathe) Come along, co-co-come, Come Along Can't we dim the lights let me get in my zone Come along, co-co-come, Come along But I don't trust a soul so make sure you come alone (Let It Breathe) |
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from Cradle 2 The Grave (크레이들 투 그레이브) by John Frizzell [ost] (2003)
Uh huh, yeah Uh huh, yeah Oh no (louder) oh no (louder) Uh huh, uh huh (Drop drop) - my homies that ride chromies let it (Pop pop) - at the bar Budden them bottles and them (Shots shots) - my ladies it's all gravy if you (Hot hot) then come back to the (spot spot) and maybe we can (Bone bone) - know that we chilling, she something shaking in her (Thong thong) - gangsta gangsta, paper paper (Long long) - and for my riders all over Now you know we wanna hit it hit it Don't stop, get it get it Sick wit it, I keep paper around me So I know that everybody got the vapors around me See me in a big truck thin rubber riding 2 Way and a broad, and got 10 others squatting Cause I know Cal broads act up man So 'cha man man gotta keep a back up plan Not a dance floor nucka [nigga] I'm take em home get em to drop they pants And gross nucka till the (drip drip) No you not my wife no you can't handle my (kid kid) I'm just trying to put in your (rib rib) Through Cheetah, we in the four door Beem Not like the two door like the kid only got a few divas Drive wit my knees, seat recline While she leaned over giving me a piece of her mind I be sizing em up from they thighs and above Holla at me if you wanna come and ride wit a thug, yeah! All my ladies if you riding! Then you know to skip the shotgun and bag the one driving All my nuckas if you riding! Don't trip plenty cash if she stingy wit ass Yo boy got a street chick Rocks Chanelle she focused ('focused man') Stay wit a bag of fine and no elder rolling (uh) She just one of my dames, gotta stay cool Everything I got |
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from Joe Budden - Joe Budden (2003)
[Intro: Joe Budden]
Let me just make this statement Loud and clear - Jersey's here Some dude's got problems wit me Over there - I ain't scared Some people see me creep They mack all type - that's alright You know I slurp my drink I'm clipped inside - kids aight (Just Blaze!) [Verse: Joe Budden] Yes y'all it's the one and only (what else?) And I came to have fun, here homie (what else?) And I came wit a ton of money (but!) Don't get it twisted the gun is on me (now) This chick's wit her man frontin on me I'll holla at her when she done wit homie Cause, Jump Off I got a ton of grown freaks One named Tasha, one named Monique One's diva'd out, keep her make-up tight She got her good heels on wit her Jacob ice And ma love to club, so she stay up nice And she give me brains just the way I like! One's real ghetto, don't give a reason She knows I'm not her man, she don't riff bout cheating Joey only go to her crib on weekends Real real late when the kids are sleeping 'Tis the season, no more BS music Watch and learn, see us do this Geeks here's new shit Playboy I keep exclusives to make dudes see less units (c'mon!) [Chorus: Busta Rhymes] Can't stop won't stop Rock it to the rhythm Cause we - ah get down Cause we - ah get down Cause we - ah get down Joe Budden, Busta Bus Cause we - ah get down And we seeing that There's some hoes in this house There's some hoes in this house Light that 'dro in tha house Smoke that 'dro in tha house Bring that doe in this house Bring that doe in this house Where dem hoes in this house? Where dem hoes in this house? Where my niggas at? [Verse: Busta Rhymes] Guess who's coming? It be the God of the flows It be the God of the spitting It be the God of the blows You'll be black and blue up your shit And probably swell up your nose Lotta bitches love when I spit so let me dazzle you hoes Let me prazzle your head, do and skidattle wit Joe And get a stack of that money and get a stack of the 'dro Better back it up money before they crack through the dome I got a pack of them niggas that leave a crack in yo skull HOLD UP!! ... see I ain't finished wit y'all Before I diminish let me handle my business wit y'all Watching you niggas, you shook! all you looking all nervous Maybach infront the club, parked crooked on purpose Now ladies my Mercedes Maybach Probably hold six in the back and three if ya fat Probably hold more in the back if they sit on the lap I gotta go and move to the party to see where it's at [Chorus] [Bridge: Joe Budden] Let me just make this statement Loud and clear - Jersey's here Some dude's got problems wit me Over there - I ain't scared Some people see me creep They mack all type - that's alright You know I slurp my drink I'm clipped inside - kids aight [Verse: Joe Budden] Yes yes y'all who ain't believe me? Don't be fooled it ain't this easy All y'all so 'n so's shamed, that cheesy You wonder why people don't go and spend they change on a weekly (But) Who's fly in rap? I in fact By myself, no one behind the attack And fuck Sound Scan, I ain't BUYING that Cause y'all sell em to the stores then buy 'em back Now one hot storm, we'll fly and rap If the rest of you provide is wack I see creativity dying fast I'm glad producers charge so high for they tracks (tell em why though) Now they do it all, you just applying the rap Honestly now, it's not the economy's down Now rap dudes suck they own pee hole The wacker the music the bigger the ego Fans left suffering, gasping! And it's embarassing! Jump Off I'm the aspirin I'm still hungry, I'm still fasting Y'all fade out, I'm just getting it cracking [Chorus] [Outro] Whoo! [repeat to fade] |
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from Joe Budden - Joe Budden (2003)
[Intro: Joe Budden]
Let me just make this statement Loud and clear - Jersey's here Some dude's got problems wit me Over there - I ain't scared Some people see me creep They mack all type - that's alright You know I slurp my drink I'm clipped inside - kids aight (Just Blaze!) [Verse: Joe Budden] Yes y'all it's the one and only (what else?) And I came to have fun, here homie (what else?) And I came wit a ton of money (but!) Don't get it twisted the gun is on me (now) This chick's wit her man frontin on me I'll holla at her when she done wit homie Cause, Jump Off I got a ton of grown freaks One named Tasha, one named Monique One's diva'd out, keep her make-up tight She got her good heels on wit her Jacob ice And ma love to club, so she stay up nice And she give me brains just the way I like! One's real ghetto, don't give a reason She knows I'm not her man, she don't riff bout cheating Joey only go to her crib on weekends Real real late when the kids are sleeping 'Tis the season, no more BS music Watch and learn, see us do this Geeks here's new shit Playboy I keep exclusives to make dudes see less units (c'mon!) [Chorus: Busta Rhymes] Can't stop won't stop Rock it to the rhythm Cause we - ah get down Cause we - ah get down Cause we - ah get down Joe Budden, Busta Bus Cause we - ah get down And we seeing that There's some hoes in this house There's some hoes in this house Light that 'dro in tha house Smoke that 'dro in tha house Bring that doe in this house Bring that doe in this house Where dem hoes in this house? Where dem hoes in this house? Where my niggas at? [Verse: Busta Rhymes] Guess who's coming? It be the God of the flows It be the God of the spitting It be the God of the blows You'll be black and blue up your shit And probably swell up your nose Lotta bitches love when I spit so let me dazzle you hoes Let me prazzle your head, do and skidattle wit Joe And get a stack of that money and get a stack of the 'dro Better back it up money before they crack through the dome I got a pack of them niggas that leave a crack in yo skull HOLD UP!! ... see I ain't finished wit y'all Before I diminish let me handle my business wit y'all Watching you niggas, you shook! all you looking all nervous Maybach infront the club, parked crooked on purpose Now ladies my Mercedes Maybach Probably hold six in the back and three if ya fat Probably hold more in the back if they sit on the lap I gotta go and move to the party to see where it's at [Chorus] [Bridge: Joe Budden] Let me just make this statement Loud and clear - Jersey's here Some dude's got problems wit me Over there - I ain't scared Some people see me creep They mack all type - that's alright You know I slurp my drink I'm clipped inside - kids aight [Verse: Joe Budden] Yes yes y'all who ain't believe me? Don't be fooled it ain't this easy All y'all so 'n so's shamed, that cheesy You wonder why people don't go and spend they change on a weekly (But) Who's fly in rap? I in fact By myself, no one behind the attack And fuck Sound Scan, I ain't BUYING that Cause y'all sell em to the stores then buy 'em back Now one hot storm, we'll fly and rap If the rest of you provide is wack I see creativity dying fast I'm glad producers charge so high for they tracks (tell em why though) Now they do it all, you just applying the rap Honestly now, it's not the economy's down Now rap dudes suck they own pee hole The wacker the music the bigger the ego Fans left suffering, gasping! And it's embarassing! Jump Off I'm the aspirin I'm still hungry, I'm still fasting Y'all fade out, I'm just getting it cracking [Chorus] [Outro] Whoo! [repeat to fade] |
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from Dj Envy - The Desert Storm Mixtape Dj Envy Blok Party Vol.1 (2003)
[Intro] Salutation, Joe Budden here (WOO!) I be your host tonight for this evening, you know (WOO!!!) Dubb B with the banger, Webb, Nitty, holla (WOO!!!) Shouts is stupid let that bass knock [Verse 1] Still on your block with it (WOO!!!) Street ball and the black top with it Ballin war to the crackpot crackspt with it (WOO!!!) Gat cop with it, white tee black socks fitted Pop the trunk let the bass knock with it (WOO!!!) Like, no team could beat us We pump diesel I ain't talkin 'bout jeans or sneakers Raid, man we gettin it harder All day dog I live in the carter, take your time with it Jump off that nigga Nona seen me with at least two birds like Jack Tripper Jerse, true that I'm a rep, new jag on the set durag on my neck Breathe, and then hide your bait Cause all my heat stay dirty like a project vent Whoa, on the lowdown bring the hook it's about to go down, ladies!!!! [Chorus] If you focused man would you please rock with it if you overstand You know!! Get focused man cause whether hoopty or rover man we doin us (WOO!!!) If you focused man would you please rock with it if you overstand You know!! sing the track now pause, stop playin man bring it back now [Verse 2] Pause, man I tell 'em whatever Say I got a little X they think I know the director Ma, that's just how the game go Never burberry but you could splurge with rainbow Trick, I know how a groupie do Yeah I tell 'em I'm dead broke don't let the jewelry fool you (WOO!!!) Ho! Sing the track now pause, stop playin man bring it back now(WOO!!!) All this paper is the only reason why shorty wanna call me later No! I won't see ya tomorrow how we goin out to eat I thought you ain't swallow Think cause I rock jeans and sling rocks That I'm a wife beater I don't mean tank top You think I'm a start actin new I got enough beef Not to start slappin you but back to it (WOO!!!) No, funds comin over tonight She fell for the yank unfitted over my eyes Cause Joe, get up in the choch and slide Taxi never rove or a five that's how I do, thugs [Chorus] If you focused man would you please rock with it if you overstand You know!! Get focused man cause whether hoopty or rover man we doin us (WOO!) If you focused man would you please rock with it if you overstand You know!! sing the track now pause, stop playin man bring it back now [Verse 3] Crates, I keep the pump out Park the V jump out when I need to dump out Cain, y'all don't know a thing Jump off make it snow or spring but anyway (WOO!!!) Clubs, if y'all don't yet I skips the pat down, cashier, and coat check (WOO!!!) Sing the track now pause, stop playin man bring it back now (Friday) Fridays I might stay home Might run up in a lounge or I might play on (Saturday) Saturdays P. Caliwood With his thugs in the whip they follow me from the hood (Sunday) Sunday I'm gettin right with a broad That I probably met the night before y'all know my style (WOO!!!) Wait, y'all know that's right Low cut like so what with the throw back nikes (WOO!!!) I'm good with somebody's bill Tell 'em to holla at somebody real ain't nothin change (WOO!!!) Let's, go, sing the track now pause Stop playin man bring the track now (WOO!!!) [Outro] Jump off (WOO!!!) Doug B, Fame (WOO!!!) Devin, on top, (WOO!!!) |
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from Joe Budden - Joe Budden (2003)
[Intro]
Salutation, Joe Budden here (WOO!) I be your host tonight for this evening, you know (WOO!!!) Doug B. with the banger, Red, Nitty, holla (WOO!!!) Shouts is stupid let that bass knock [Verse 1] Still on your block with it (WOO!!!) Street ball and the black top with it Ballin war to the crackpot crackspt with it (WOO!!!) Gat cop with it, white tee black socks fitted Pop the trunk let the bass knock with it (WOO!!!) Like, no team could beat us We pump diesel I ain't talkin 'bout jeans or sneakers Raid, man we gettin it harder All day dog I live in the carter, take your time with it Jump off that nigga Nona seen me with at least two birds like Jack Tripper Jerse, true that I'm a rep, new jag on the set durag on my neck Breathe, and then hide your bait Cause all my heat stay dirty like a project vent Whoa, on the lowdown bring the hook it's about to go down, ladies!!!! [Chorus] If you focused man would you please rock with it if you overstand You know!! Get focused man cause whether hoopty or rover man we doin us (WOO!!!) If you focused man would you please rock with it if you overstand You know!! sing the track now pause, stop playin man bring it back now [Verse 2] Pause, man I tell 'em whatever Say I got a little X they think I know the director Ma, that's just how the game go Never burberry but you could splurge with rainbow Trick, I know how a groupie do Yeah I tell 'em I'm dead broke don't let the jewelry fool you (WOO!!!) Ho! Sing the track now pause, stop playin man bring it back now(WOO!!!) All this paper is the only reason why shorty wanna call me later No! I won't see ya tomorrow how we goin out to eat I thought you ain't swallow Think cause I rock jeans and sling rocks That I'm a wife beater I don't mean tank top You think I'm a start actin new I got enough beef Not to start slappin you but back to it (WOO!!!) No, funds comin over tonight She fell for the yank unfitted over my eyes Cause Joe, get up in the choch and slide Taxi never rove or a five that's how I do, thugs [Chorus] If you focused man would you please rock with it if you overstand You know!! Get focused man cause whether hoopty or rover man we doin us (WOO!) If you focused man would you please rock with it if you overstand You know!! sing the track now pause, stop playin man bring it back now [Verse 3] Crates, I keep the pump out Park the V jump out when I need to dump out Cain, y'all don't know a thing Jump off make it snow or spring but anyway (WOO!!!) Clubs, if y'all don't yet I skips the pat down, cashier, and coat check (WOO!!!) Sing the track now pause, stop playin man bring it back now (Friday) Fridays I might stay home Might run up in a lounge or I might play on (Saturday) Saturdays P. Caliwood With his thugs in the whip they follow me from the hood (Sunday) Sunday I'm gettin right with a broad That I probably met the night before y'all know my style (WOO!!!) Wait, y'all know that's right Low cut like so what with the throw back nikes (WOO!!!) I'm good with somebody's bill Tell 'em to holla at somebody real ain't nothin change (WOO!!!) Let's, go, sing the track now pause Stop playin man bring the track now (WOO!!!) [Outro] Jump off (WOO!!!) Doug B, Fame (WOO!!!) Devin, on top, (WOO!!!) |
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from Def Jam 25: Vol. 10 (Feature Presentation) (2009)
[Intro: Joe Budden]
AYOOOOOOOOOO!!!! [Chorus 1: Nate Dogg] Come quick, see If you have a way wit' me I know you wanna play me All night, night, niiiiiiiiight Girl look, see Everything in the club is free That's how it is when you wit' an O.G Wit' big money Girl we gon' leave Right after this party [Verse 1: Joe Budden] 1, 2, 3 and to the fo' Tell me what's good y'all its ya boy Joe No need to answer y'all already know Plenty fifths of Vodka, few jars of dro I give a fuck if they play this on the radio G'z in the buildin its all gravy though I jus came for a lil bit fellatio Cause 25 to 1 is the ratio Got cops outside, "Like nah this can't be" No need to ice grill we all family We all got cash, none of us iz punks But my rachet on me, yours iz in the trunk Think that through fam, minds well quit here Cause you won't get a chance to get there Now lets RIDE Baby lets SLIDE If you wan' RIDE Car iz out SIDE Gangstaz lets RIDE [Chorus 2: Nate Dogg w/ (Joe Budden)] This is a Gangsta Party(Uh, uh) We came to smoke in this party(Ok) Lets get it crunk in this party(Oh) We (Whoa)came (Whoa)to drink in this party(Whoa) What's up but after this party(What's good?) We came to leave wit' somebody (How about yo' team, meet up wit my team and I'ma show y'all how gangstaz lean) (AYOOOOOOOOOO!!!!) [Verse 2: Joe Budden] Come wit me Lemme know if you smoke that weed What do we have here now, if you puff la, la, la I mean la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la Look baby I'ma thug and gentleman, so I'll buy you a Corona And at the same time try to bone ya I won't stalk ya, keep tryna fone ya I'll pass the ounce, get as high as you want ta Leave wit a G, what harm'll do ya Won't dim the lights and throw on some Luther Legs behind, head in the headboard calm and soother Like ma get looser When's the last time you had a Don seduce ya Look here this is rap this ain't Karma Sutra Now lets RIDE Baby lets SLIDE If you wan' RIDE Car iz out SIDE Gangstaz lets RIDE [Chorus 2: Nate Dogg w/ (Joe Budden)] This is a Gangsta Party(Uh, uh) We came to smoke in this party(Ok) Lets get it crunk in this party(Oh) We (Whoa)came (Whoa)to drink in this party(Whoa) What's up but after this party(What's good?) We came to leave wit' somebody (How about yo' team, meet up wit my team and I'ma show y'all how gangstaz lean) (AYOOOOOOOOOO!!!!) [Verse 3: Joe Budden] Lets get up tonite Lemme know who wanna fuck tonite When we done we can break up tonite I had a wonderful time, thanks but goodnite Got my teeaamm wit me, if you like me If she ain't wifey, then she can't be seenn wit me All of these hoes wanna seeemmm pretty But you the only one I wanna brriiinngg wit me Need to chill ma On real ma Only thing I chase is a dolla bill ma So before I go ahead and get the champagne poppin Hoe lemme know if it ain't a damn thing poppin Leave at three, arrive at four At five get live, at six you'll want more Now lets RIDE Baby lets SLIDE If you wan' RIDE Car iz out SIDE Gangstaz lets RIDE [Chorus 2: Nate Dogg w/ (Joe Budden)] This is a Gangsta Party(Uh, uh) We came to smoke in this party(Ok) Lets get it crunk in this party(Oh) We (Whoa)came (Whoa)to drink in this party(Whoa) What's up but after this party(What's good?) We came to leave wit' somebody (How about yo' team, meet up wit my team and I'ma show y'all how gangstaz lean) (AYOOOOOOOOOO!!!!) |
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from Joe Budden - Joe Budden (2003)
Whoahhhhhhhhh, whoa
Ladies and gentlemen, you now rockin with the best (Geah) Jersey City, stand up Patterson, stand up Off top.. Just Blaze! [Joe Budden] Hold up nigga, slow up nigga Don't start a war unless your dough's up, nigga Know what nigga? Joe's up nigga Y'all shouldn't cry about it, grow up nigga Guess what y'all? I know magic I could make your pulse dissapear and no hat trick Death threats - it ain't phase me When I bring the T-Mac through the Rucker y'all, it ain't Tracy Sewed up nigga, low cut nigga So keep talin bout your wrists froze up nigga You might see 30 whips roll up nigga We be at the pawn shop givin your Rol' up nigga Just wanted to make that known, you seen New Jersey Drive Round here, leave that Maybach home Before we vick that homes, we be on y'all jerks You'll find out the hard way if your On*Star works, cause [Chorus: repeat 2X] I don't, need a reason to bust my guns So don't, give me reason to bust my guns You might, be the reason I bust my gun (Pa-pow, pa-pow - pa-pow, pa-pow) [Joe Budden] 'Til my day's up nigga, stay up nigga Play Tony Montana, get your face cut nigga That goes out to all of you play thug niggaz How you want it, long nose or the trey snub nigga? Return and die dog, if I start clappin in your crib Nah I ain't tryin to turn the lights off Trapped on the chain, got the jewels and cape Be like Jared, Subways made him lose his weight, but look I'm bout gettin money for all races Only oldie but goodie I know is small faces Wait, make you sure you heard right; woulda been put the hit out But I ain't tryin to get my third strike Lace up nigga, say what nigga? Your Maybelline raps that you make-up nigga Wake up nigga, stakes up nigga For all my locked-down and my cased-up niggaz, cause [Chorus] [Joe Budden] Who's that nigga? New cat nigga Don't disrespect, don't do that nigga Hate to hear the sound of the tool clap nigga Dual strap nigga when I do black niggaz First hand with a three-eighty kickback Brains on your lap dog, babysit that Look, it's my turf, get up off the stoop now I'm Omar Epps, who got the "Juice" now? Street love nigga, G's up nigga You lookin for a loan on your re-up nigga Haters might wanna put hollows in ya When you're young black spendin like a lotto winner y'know I'm grown up now, I'm done with Jake When I say pounds y'all I'm talkin bout London cake I can serve it to you uncut or somethin baked Hope you ready for me folks, cause I'm comin your way, cause [Chorus] - fades out |
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from Dj Envy - The Desert Storm Mixtape Dj Envy Blok Party Vol.1 (2003)
[Fabolous] Yeah, uh huh, uh, uh Ghetto! Oh yeah Please believe it, believe it please Uh, Desert Storm, okay, that's right, uh Street Family, yeah They call me G-H-E-T-T-O [DJ Envy - overlapping Fabolous intro] New Fabolous, Paul Cain, Joe Buddens This shit's called Grand Theft Audio C'mon maan! [Fabolous] The kid's usually armed Especially since I put canary jewels in the charm and a mule on my arm (Yeah!) And find who you fools wanna harm Make sure ya kids wear a vest underneath they school uniform (C'mon) The pound slugs look like combos A couple in the face will make celebrities look like John Doe's (Who dat?) I'll show ya'll what the X7 look like almost (Yeah) Private jet interiors that look like condos Ya security look like Arnold But he never had so many stitches in his head, they look like cornrows (Uh ugh) Two long Desert Eag's, four on the chest It feel like you got no shirt in the Tuscon desert heat Crib got large screen cinema, garage look similar To looking in a Dupont registry I'm assuming you cats spread rumors like that 'Cause you never seen ya moms speak wit a aluminum bat Ghetto [Joe Budden] OK thugs, call the troops, tell them load they slugs (Buddens) In the closet is the long nose and O.J. gloves I don't care what type burner ya using Gangsta it out, let's put the heat down, do some furniture moving Look, tried and acquitted Rap suckers, all ya lives I lived it, remember I'm the guy that did it Who drives the 6's? Dogs, you can't ball out No matter how much you customize ya Civics Block work, glock work, give him CPR (For what?) For trying to play his A-dat in a VCR Keep on following Scarface, I'm plotting a car chase Stop! It's Jumpoff wit Desperado's guitar case I ain't gotta call on hounds (Why?) When ya guns is like the last Lennox Lewis fight, short on rounds I'm used to dra-ma, ride wit the tool and hammer All you young rap dudes is bammers [Paul Cain] Don't let me out of my cage, the world ain't ready for Cain The black talons and the calico confetti ya brain I rock Lacosta, the kid wit the roaster is back No top, sitting on 20's opposed to them black Hang rappers from helicopters, Sosa of rap I don't talk, I pull toasters, approach ya, and clap I still hustle coca and crack Just got in the game and already platinum posters and plaques I don't write, I speak what I feel And pop off po's dog, I don't need a reason to kill I'm like 2 weeks from a deal, like 2 g's from a mil Right hand, few feet from the steel They wonder how I flow so strong 'Cause I live what I spit, my smallest hammer is a 44 long I spit pain rap, when Cain clap, duck for cover Hot hanger, torch ya girl, and pluck ya mother Always ready to clash wit titans And the princesses in my watch look like a flash of lightning Same box I got for the gun you stash ya ice in Make niggas sell they soul and cash they life in Motherfucker! [DJ Envy] People's choice Don't forget Desert Storm My man Kah, Paul Cain, Fabolous, Joe Buddens Fat shout Varcity clothing line My man James A.D Desert Storm mixtape Volume 1 Blok Party You know! |
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from Joe Budden - Joe Budden (2003)
[Joe Budden - repeat in background 9X]
I'm comin, I'm comin, I'm comin [Joe - talking over background vocals] Okay... the time has finally come beautiful people Jeah... I've been singin this tune for entirely too long now For like, eight or nine years, somethin like that But I'm here, only to present to you your album Featurin myself, Joe Budden, hi haters [Joe Budden] The time is finally near, it's gettin closer I'm finally scared (?) that the album's out y'all, it's finally here I repeat myself for the haters y'all, I'm finally here Every street corner, jail cell, finally cheer Cause it was y'all that voted me, y'all that noticed me It's y'all that said I should've been signed to Def Poetry It was y'all that said yes y'all can flow a tree Momma raised me proper, the streets just molded me The streets coded me, made me a better pedigree Now things are complicated like Avril Lavigne said it be But I took some time out to get my shit straight And present to you, jump off seventy minute mixtape This here's for real, this here's the official This year it's not a "Best Of," this is the best of How can I say this? It's sorta like - Hov', 'Pac, B.I.G. Blended with Bill Withers and Miles Davis Let's add Al Green, folks I miscalculated Now it's Ludacris time, "Move - get out my way bitch!" A rapper's rapper, the kid can do this To you ignorant muh'fuckers, don't misconstrue this Everything reversed now, I live in The Matrix So how can I stay anonymous, when it's my job to be famous? (Talk to 'em) A lot of y'all can't interpret when I'm speakin that language But some better understand to the rest it's better you can't Now when you speak of the elite, I feel honored if mentioned Because the goal is on top, never honorable mention If Joe's purpose is due, here it is it's no further anew Enough said with no further adieu I'm comin, (geah) I'm comin, I'M COMIN! |
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from Joe Budden - Joe Budden (2003)
[112] + (Joe)
112! (Jump off!) Aww yeah (Uhh, y'know) [Verse One: Joe Budden] You wanna get right, boo, headlights, blue Don't no other mami give me head like you I get you in the club, sit right in the Rover y Now you ain't gotta pretend like you like the promoter We could lamp in the 5 with my hand on yo' thigh You goin to sleep thinkin that this can't be life Don't mistake my talkin modest Still put you in the wi-ld bedroom with the walk-in closet Bay, riverboats, if you wanna see water Full length minks, get rid of that three-quarter Ex-man never had you feelin that fly Flat screens in the room with the ceiling that high When them other cats call you, you can turn your phone off New school your neck, take that herringbone off Stretch 'Vee playin Manhattan System old school, play 'em and had 'em We makin it happen, oh yeah [Chorus: 112] Turn this off for a minute We can do bigger things if you widdit We can be me and you, I know you feel it You can say, "La la-la la, la la la la" All you want, you can get it You can have all my time, let's spend it The way you do your thing, I can't forget it Got me screamin, "Ma ma-ma ma, ma ma ma ma" [Verse Two: Joe Budden] Look, I need a wife too, feed her ice, blue Got birds on the side, I don't treat 'em like you I don't let 'em play with the wheel and when the check come They already know they gotta pay for they meals Say I'm, comin at you with lines, think they lies Just because I don't match your compatible sign I'ma let the world see, other boos can't relate Let you walk in front, make the other dudes hate When I put it on you, you throw it right back (ha ha) Who else you know gon' poke it like that? And ma I'm gon' show you like that, you be hollerin "La la-la la, la la la la" - oh yeah, look Private party, it's just me, you and the new envy of ours, we won't be sorry Scoop it, we can do the all from Harley(?) Y'all ask me hardly nah, I'm up to par [Chorus] [Verse Three: Joe Budden] Look forget my miss, no let's remind miss And I never let a clown disrespect my miss I need dat in my life, a G might cry But you the only one that ever get to see that side Look, my lady fresh, we ain't gotta rush We can take baby steps, that may be the best Hate to repeat myself, I know I already told you But mom's sayin what's good I'm tryin to know you If you been for lookin for the right one, well here he is Ready to take things a little mo' serious Ain't nervous no more, you heard it all before Are you a Fifth Ave miss, but you workin that velour? Stop, I'm tired of trickin, I'm tired of pigeons Need a house with acres to put my wife and kids in Chefs are good when they gettin right in the kitchen Babygirl that's the life we'd be livin, overstand somethin [Interlude: 112] Baby let me be with you more, hold you more Let me get the chance, I can show you more Let me get to know you more, I'll be screamin out "La la-la la, la la la la" If I could, wife you out, ride this out You're the only one I wouldn't ride without I could show you what this life's about I be screamin out, "Ma ma-ma ma, ma ma ma ma" [Chorus] - repeat 2X w/ Joe Budden ad libs [Joe Budden] This is the type of shit right here, listen You gotta go to the car wash on this one Hehe, you can't ride around dirty and dusty and shit If it just went yesterday, when you wake up Take it to the car wash Don't just get the exterior joint neither We need the-the-the works, the thirty dollar joint And we need to get the little tree to put up in the rearview So it's smellin nice and SEXY like when they get inside Ha ha! Ayy.. |
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from Dj Kayslay - The Streetsweeper Vol.2 (2004)
Okay Slay, you called in the right niggaz man Yeah, JUMP OFF! (Yeah uhh, KaySlizzy) Joey Crack, I see you out there in the B-X baby! (Cook coke crack) [Chorus: Joe] Sweat is our cologne we grindin House-landin homes we ballin Duece to the game we payed 'em Hits for y'all the same we bring 'em Oh my, look what we got Three boss players chillin in one spot It's Joe and then we got Joe and then we got Joe and then - it's whoa-ohhhh-ohhhh [Fat Joe] Yeah, uhh, yo, uhh I gotta be "The Flyest" like my homie from Q-B Niggaz know the Don be the sickest with jewelry Niggaz seen the TS piece, and got they weight up Do you see the size of this charm, Mr. Jacob Nigga get your cake up, wanna get bling'd out Whether sky-blue or chinchill, I'm minked out Down in Miami, bitches say they love me Niggaz gettin mad cause the bitches wanna fuck me Always lend an ear when they man ain't listenin Put somethin mean in they ear to glisten Put 'em in the kitchen, let 'em get they bake on Love it how your ass fallin out of the apron We be makin love on the side of the road in the back of the Maybach, the curtain is closed You know how it go, we be laid back puffin the dro Then it's back to the crib down on Coconut Grove Youuuu know [Chorus] [Joe Budden] Okay, hold up baby sweetie, lady darling It's the, way you treat me; wait nah It's the way I tap that last, she callin me pat that back Ah dios mios when I smack that ass It's that, pimped out demeanor She pimped out with Senior, it's the good limp with the Nina How I spit the 'caine game like I came from Yale How the cops ca |
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from Joe Budden - Joe Budden (2003)
Whatchu think that all of the rumors for?
[Joe Budden] Mami - dude you love dick, caress and rub dick Love street niggaz, love a thug dick But you don't look like you gettin enough dick But do you fuck in public and suck dick Are you down with a dick, clown niggaz dicks When they put it in do you drown niggaz dicks Profound a nigga dick, and when you go down I hope you don't kiss all around a nigga dick You gettin lame dick, all the same dick Clowns who can't fuck, new to the game dick Scared of a freak with a hall of fame dick So keep fuckin your ex-man who can't quit You need stronger dick, fuck seven inches Get a longer dick, put it on the dick A champion dick, a heavyweight dick Have you 2-way a nigga every day dick [Chorus] My Cris' and Mo' bitches - that ride it well My strip show bitches - hope you ride it well We can fuck in the house or in the car But tell me can you ride dick like a porno star My gin & juice bitches - that take it well My in school bitches - cause you takin it well We can fuck in the house or in the car But tell me can you take dick like a porno star [Joe Budden] A nigga need pussy, soft and sweet pussy If your shit's tight, then I'll probably eat pussy I'm a picky dude, don't need beat pussy Strictly freak pussy, just to leak pussy I need fine pussy, need dime pussy Need rare pussy that hard to find pussy Got a one-shot, I need all the time pussy Up echelon, top of the line pussy Need tight pussy, get right pussy No sleep, break day, all night pussy Fuck whack pussy, I'm lookin for that pussy Bitch you cheated on me but I'm right back pussy Pop lock pussy, stop drop pussy Let me lay up when the block hot pussy Never before pussy, straight raw pussy Fucked ten times but I want more pussy [Chorus] [Joe Budden] Look I love sex, kind of rough sex Whip cream, honey out, handcuff sex Never without sex, all about sex Hard backshots, pillow in her mouth sex Deep stroke sex, deep throat sex Run around here like you don't need no sex All day sex, it's foreplay sex Your back on the wall in the hallway sex Make me wait sex, third date sex Just finished arguin, havin hate sex Relaxed sex, missionary sex Nails in my back sex, now that's sex No hands sex, advanced sex Why you come to my crib wearin pants sex Unlikely sex, try me sex You gon' fuck around and be wifey sex [Chorus] |
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from Joe Budden - Mood Muzik 4 (2010)
Pray for me, need y'all to just pray for me
Pray for me, somebody just pray for me Somebody pray for me, need y'all to just pray for me Somebody pray for me, need y'all to just pray for me Now if it goes to the wire I will never fall, I got the soul of a fighter Walk barefoot over the coals through the fire I thought the toll would be lighter Make sure that blunt is rolled a little tighter I tell 'em I'm just looking for some piece of mind But they say I'm only working with a piece of mine If I'm a do it it be on my own accord, no crutch Swear to god I've never called upon the lord so much Play the corner of the club, laughing at the wanna-bes It's ironic cause they everything I wanna be Would light a ton of reef But that's gon' unleash Everything I'm trying to hide underneath Then I'd lose all I've earned And if there's two things that I've learned Is I'm the only thing at stake And when you the only thing real Really you the only thing fake It must be time to escape from that And fuck rhymes, might be time to escape from rap Why should I be the only nigga to escape from the act? So I lie since everybody just escapes from facts Yo that sucka shit niggas be on I can't dig it Joe ? won't lose even if you plan to rig it Yeah, nothing to prove, with no fear of how I'm depicted I'm here, won't move, I don't care to be evicted You don't like how I move? Well I ain't gonna keep still Any nigga want me killed Wanna leave me in the streets peeled Well if it happens it happens, I believe in free will Just know that ain't how we built I'll call niggas that'll dead you for a cheap thrill When the clips empty, they gonna try to refill And I'm a be the dude to try and stop 'em like, "please chill." Y'all know all I'm about They keep putting up roadblocks I keep finding alternate routes Now success seems likely everybody wanna try me I'm all for it, can't trip me up I won't fall for it I'm just a man without a care Neighbor to heartache, roommate with despair Reminded my past is darker Cause when A.M. died I was staring at Travis Barker Wishing it was something I could say to make him cheer up And so I prayed ? he teared up I ain't wanna see him go through that The same shit that I feel, never showed you that Cause it's none of nobody's business And it just makes you look weaker Every joke is just smoke Look deeper, nevermind, don't bother Some of y'all smarter Enough ain't got sense that if you try harder You'll get a glimpse of everything that I harbor We all ain't got the strength to be a martyr So to everyone who ever loved me: I apologize and I'm sorry Wholeheartedly, can't change it's just part of me Not music, shit's art to me Too fucked up to drive, here's the car keys I don't care where we go, get it far from me Choices I don't wanna make I know I have to Worlds going faster So my ride or die chose the latter I'm looking for a rush out of habit Truth is, there is such thing as too much for a addict Ain't the nigga I'm belittled as, riddle that, nigga come from middle class If you speak to me, show a little class Dropped out of school, a nigga couldn't sit through class Learned to fall asleep through the sound of a pistol's blast I come from where dad taught mom to get high She's strong so we still got by When I picked up the drug why the fuck was they surprised? If it wasn't for your genes I wouldn't lust the supply I come from a whole hood, telling me that I'm next Handed me a mag, must've known that I was Complex They say that you a wild individual You just not getting my style, you too typical Now everybody got a word for me Shit y'all deem important ain't pertinent to me Put your opinion with a feather, balance that Grab medicine, when the success and the talent match Now pray for them |
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from 2 Fast 2 Furious (분노의 질주 2) by David Arnold [ost] (2003)
Pump p p pump pump p p p pump Pump p p pump pump it up Pump p p pump pump p pump p pump Pump p p pump pump it up (Just Blaze) Pump p p pump pump it up We gon do it like (Uuh, uuh, uuh) Look, pump it up if you came to get it krunk With a dame and shit that's drunk You came to get it on, more than 5 O's in your bank Then get it on, roll up like that stank And get it on, slank that fitted on Came to get it on Hold up she want work that twork that Then again let me hurt that murk that Til you gotta hurt back Can't spit it out, boo you gotta slurp that Can't cuddle after we done, it wasn't worth that Joey I'm responsible for bringin Jersey back (And we bad huh) She at the bar stylin' she throwing it up She drink a little hypno, throwing it up But I'm only dealing with freaks that wanna cut Ma if you agree I want nut Camcorder, get it played late night on BET Uncut (uhh) Fellas - do your thing let me do my thang I mean - do your thing let me do my thang Shorties - move that thing, mami move that thing C'mon - move that thing, mami move that thing Hustlers - do your thing let me do my thang Please tell the DJ - pump p p pump pump it up! I see some haters grilling I see some ladies chilling I see dat girlie I been plottin to get See can hop in the whip And we can Pump p p pump pump it up OK we was leaving we was done Then she said can my people's come Here we go I see it don't stop They wanna ride in something were the rims don't stop Look baby you fine, but your girlfriends not And then she wanna hold out getting cute o |
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from Joe Budden - Joe Budden (2003)
Intro:
Pump p Pump Pump Pump p p Pump Pump it up Pump p Pump Pump Pump p p Pump Pump it up Pump p p Pump Pump it up (Just Blaze) We gon' do it like (Uuh, uuh, uhh) Verse 1: Look, pump it up if you came to get it krunk With a dame and shit that's drunk You came to get it on More than 5 O's in ya bank then get it on Roll up like that stank and get it on Slank that fitted on, came to get it on Hold up she want work that, twork that Then again lemme hurt that, murk that Til ya gotta hurt back Can't spit it out Boo you gotta slurp that Can't cuddle after we done, it wasn't worth that Joey I'm responsible for bringin' Jersey back (And we bad huh) She at the bar stylin' she throwin' it up She drink a little hypno, throwin' it up But I'm only dealing with freaks that wanna cut Ma if you agree I want nut Camcorder, get it played late night on BET Uncut (Uuh) Chorus: Fellas, Do ya thing lemme do my thang I mean, Do ya thing lemme do my thang Shorties, Move that thing mami move that thang C'mon, Move that thing mami move that thang Hustlers, Do ya thing lemme do my thang Please tell the DJ, pump p p pump pump it up Bridge: I see some haters grillin' I see some ladies chillin' I see that girlie I've been plottin' to get She can hop in the whip And we can Pump p p Pump Pump it up Verse 2: OK, we was leaving we was done Then she said "Can my people's come" Here we go I see it don't stop They wanna ride in something where the rims don't stop Look baby you fine but ya girlfriends not And then she wanna holdout getting cute on the phone I ain't gotta be bothered, be cute on ya own My jump off doesn't run off at the mouth so much My jump off never ask why I go out so much My jump off never has me going out of my way And she don't want nothin' on Valentines Day My jump off don't argue or get rebellious And she don't mind hangin' out with the fellas My jump off's not insecure or jealous (Uuh, uuh, uuh) (Chorus) Verse 3: Y'all dudes keep talkin' 'bout ya ice and all the shine to it That's alright go cross-world find cubic Ma wanna fall in love like I'm cupid Tellin' me she don't give brain like I'm stupid You can do anything if you put ya mind to it (Get it) Think about it the game is bad playa Ain't it bad playa Don't worry Joey will change it back playa Might of heard me spittin' with Cain and Fab playa I got the set boards to bring it back playa Bang and clap playa Front man no longer playin' the back playa Plain as that playa 808's pumpin' bang the track playa Want my 2nd wind change the rap playa Jump off 1 man gang I'm back playa Look, whatchu want bump double click pump Ride, ride swamp dump off homie jump off All these haters on my (huh) won't jump off When all the streets need is j j j jump off j j Jump j j j j j j Jump off (Uuh, uuh, uuh) |
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from Westwood (2003)
Intro:
Pump p Pump Pump Pump p p Pump Pump it up Pump p Pump Pump Pump p p Pump Pump it up Pump p p Pump Pump it up (Just Blaze) We gon' do it like (Uuh, uuh, uhh) Verse 1: Look, pump it up if you came to get it krunk With a dame and shit that's drunk You came to get it on More than 5 O's in ya bank then get it on Roll up like that stank and get it on Slank that fitted on, came to get it on Hold up she want work that, twork that Then again lemme hurt that, murk that Til ya gotta hurt back Can't spit it out Boo you gotta slurp that Can't cuddle after we done, it wasn't worth that Joey I'm responsible for bringin' Jersey back (And we bad huh) She at the bar stylin' she throwin' it up She drink a little hypno, throwin' it up But I'm only dealing with freaks that wanna cut Ma if you agree I want nut Camcorder, get it played late night on BET Uncut (Uuh) Chorus: Fellas, Do ya thing lemme do my thang I mean, Do ya thing lemme do my thang Shorties, Move that thing mami move that thang C'mon, Move that thing mami move that thang Hustlers, Do ya thing lemme do my thang Please tell the DJ, pump p p pump pump it up Bridge: I see some haters grillin' I see some ladies chillin' I see that girlie I've been plottin' to get She can hop in the whip And we can Pump p p Pump Pump it up Verse 2: OK, we was leaving we was done Then she said "Can my people's come" Here we go I see it don't stop They wanna ride in something where the rims don't stop Look baby you fine but ya girlfriends not And then she wanna holdout getting cute on the phone I ain't gotta be bothered, be cute on ya own My jump off doesn't run off at the mouth so much My jump off never ask why I go out so much My jump off never has me going out of my way And she don't want nothin' on Valentines Day My jump off don't argue or get rebellious And she don't mind hangin' out with the fellas My jump off's not insecure or jealous (Uuh, uuh, uuh) (Chorus) Verse 3: Y'all dudes keep talkin' 'bout ya ice and all the shine to it That's alright go cross-world find cubic Ma wanna fall in love like I'm cupid Tellin' me she don't give brain like I'm stupid You can do anything if you put ya mind to it (Get it) Think about it the game is bad playa Ain't it bad playa Don't worry Joey will change it back playa Might of heard me spittin' with Cain and Fab playa I got the set boards to bring it back playa Bang and clap playa Front man no longer playin' the back playa Plain as that playa 808's pumpin' bang the track playa Want my 2nd wind change the rap playa Jump off 1 man gang I'm back playa Look, whatchu want bump double click pump Ride, ride swamp dump off homie jump off All these haters on my (huh) won't jump off When all the streets need is j j j jump off j j Jump j j j j j j Jump off (Uuh, uuh, uuh) |
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from Def Jam 25: Volume 8 - Girls Just Wanna (2009)
Intro:
Pump p Pump Pump Pump p p Pump Pump it up Pump p Pump Pump Pump p p Pump Pump it up Pump p p Pump Pump it up (Just Blaze) We gon' do it like (Uuh, uuh, uhh) Verse 1: Look, pump it up if you came to get it krunk With a dame and shit that's drunk You came to get it on More than 5 O's in ya bank then get it on Roll up like that stank and get it on Slank that fitted on, came to get it on Hold up she want work that, twork that Then again lemme hurt that, murk that Til ya gotta hurt back Can't spit it out Boo you gotta slurp that Can't cuddle after we done, it wasn't worth that Joey I'm responsible for bringin' Jersey back (And we bad huh) She at the bar stylin' she throwin' it up She drink a little hypno, throwin' it up But I'm only dealing with freaks that wanna cut Ma if you agree I want nut Camcorder, get it played late night on BET Uncut (Uuh) Chorus: Fellas, Do ya thing lemme do my thang I mean, Do ya thing lemme do my thang Shorties, Move that thing mami move that thang C'mon, Move that thing mami move that thang Hustlers, Do ya thing lemme do my thang Please tell the DJ, pump p p pump pump it up Bridge: I see some haters grillin' I see some ladies chillin' I see that girlie I've been plottin' to get She can hop in the whip And we can Pump p p Pump Pump it up Verse 2: OK, we was leaving we was done Then she said "Can my people's come" Here we go I see it don't stop They wanna ride in something where the rims don't stop Look baby you fine but ya girlfriends not And then she wanna holdout getting cute on the phone I ain't gotta be bothered, be cute on ya own My jump off doesn't run off at the mouth so much My jump off never ask why I go out so much My jump off never has me going out of my way And she don't want nothin' on Valentines Day My jump off don't argue or get rebellious And she don't mind hangin' out with the fellas My jump off's not insecure or jealous (Uuh, uuh, uuh) (Chorus) Verse 3: Y'all dudes keep talkin' 'bout ya ice and all the shine to it That's alright go cross-world find cubic Ma wanna fall in love like I'm cupid Tellin' me she don't give brain like I'm stupid You can do anything if you put ya mind to it (Get it) Think about it the game is bad playa Ain't it bad playa Don't worry Joey will change it back playa Might of heard me spittin' with Cain and Fab playa I got the set boards to bring it back playa Bang and clap playa Front man no longer playin' the back playa Plain as that playa 808's pumpin' bang the track playa Want my 2nd wind change the rap playa Jump off 1 man gang I'm back playa Look, whatchu want bump double click pump Ride, ride swamp dump off homie jump off All these haters on my (huh) won't jump off When all the streets need is j j j jump off j j Jump j j j j j j Jump off (Uuh, uuh, uuh) |
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from Joe Budden - Joe Budden (2003)
Say blood, heh-heh, what's happening?
What you mean blood? I got what you need (Pusha man nigga!) Go around this corner with me real quick (ohh!) (Fuck you thought?) Oh shit, watch out for thug (Pusha man) Man you got to be cool blood Gotta feel you right here, niggaz down for whatever [Joe Budden] Everybody's so gangsta gangsta, tell me how you do it Keep the facade that real when you not that real, that's real! The strip is hot so I don't hear my foes beefin That's tellin me that I bought all these burners for no reason Come, get me thug I walk with a mini teeny tiny eeny weeny snub And real niggaz give me love Besides, don't make me feel like you threaten my life God (why?) I go and cop somethin that only come with a Tripod (And the) Old school is puff puff, pass the spark up And white kids got high, off of magic marker Back when 40s was liquor (but now) now shorties is bigger They wanna be down, y'all wannabe clowns, get a grip homes Blastin the tool, you out of character dude You not a felon or rider, you a fellow subscriber Who is you tellin them lies to, don't push it to a limit to mimic you benefiting to what, the gimmicks up, BLAH [Chorus] When shit get thick, clips start to spit (pusha man) Push work wait wet and dipstick (pusha man) You need product, I'ma be there, con of the year Fuck givin my word, I solemnly swear Swear to hold your fort - I solemnly swear Keep a straight face in court - I said I solemnly swear It's pusha man - incognito from the feds in the precinct I solemnly swear to this game I pledge my allegiance [Joe Budden] Uhh.. it's killin me soft, jokers is actin like they really the boss With a Milli Vanilli award cause they really a fraud Milli's applaud if you ain't really my dawg I crack Phillies with broads but now I'm sober they don't feel me no more And G.P.s and V.I.P.s I be O-T in D.C. with O-Zs so my time's up like O.C. Uhh, when I hustle they thought that I went soft Cause y'all jerked them for the price, I took twenty percent off I don't drive I like shotguns, never pulled L's I like shotguns, hate .22's I like shotguns Non-descrip's talkin bout they got guns Like tecs 4-5s and shotguns, really they never shot guns Go 'head act like a gangsta claim to clap like a gangsta It's all good fellas, now he rap like a gangsta Hate me or love me, dap me or slug me Scream FUCK ME but when things get ugly I get gully [Chorus] [Joe Budden] Look, a cock nina should get me a hot beamer Settin up shop in the suburbs, I'm gettin that white cream that Noxema I'm good at duckin the cops subpoena Cats is shook when alone but come tough when the cops are between us Stash house was never empty, had the cracks on UP Soprano came to see me, got barritoned UP Had clientele crazy, every borough I hustled Remember back in the day when you had to be thorough to hustle? Cats hustle to feed they kin Now every combo with a package to try to pitch for some sneakers and Timbs Shit back in the day, niggaz looked at jail like school Now new jacks is spittin bout jail like it's cool (dawg) That ain't gangsta, I don't believe that, you don't believe it yourself Gangsta's real, gangsta speaks for itself A lot of gangstas is lifers and they gone right now So fag cats is screamin gangsta, something's wrong right now [Chorus] |
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from Joe Budden - Joe Budden (2003)
Intro/Chorus: repeat 2X]
I hate y'all duuuuuuudes That get real life and rap confuuuuuuused Don't get it fucked up, and don't get shoooot Tryin to be somethin you're nooooot -- my niggaz want war, whatchu think you good for? [Joe Budden] Yeah you talk like them threats is real A pine box, closed casket and mommy's black dress is real I only spit what I live, and I play my part, feds know You just talkin burners cause your A&R said so Don't play the game like it's just a scrimmage Don't think that what you hearrrin is just a image How your songs though? You never spent a day in the bing Niggaz is movin they mouths but they ain't sayin a thing Half y'all vets is heartless and rep regardless Only time you seen a courtroom was pressin charges How you baggin up white, but won't scrap in a fight Sheeeeit, c'mon mayne, shit ain't addin up right When shit's thick, whatchu gon' do with that pound But real recognize real, you must be new in this town All I'm hearin is another nigga's life over tracks And you lames ain't willin to lose your life over rap [Chorus] [Joe Budden] Tired of hearin 'bout you rap dudes comin with the guns Never caught a body, had the smell comin from the trunk (And umm) I'm tired of hearin 'bout your 4's bust While I was cuffed on a up North bus Y'all fucked on a tour bus All them stories 'bout you gettin money with gangsters (Guess what?) The shit is pretty funny to gangsters I'm tired of hearin 'bout that gat in your boot Cause when it's said and done and you finished that rap in the booth, it's back to the truth And your shit is glass thug (and you) never outside Cause youse a in the lab thug (youse a) pen and pad thug It sounds good, you ain't pushin work in the projects But you spittin 'bout it when you work on your project Clown answer back, y'all never seen the hammers flash Just photo shoots when cameras flash All I'm hearin is another nigga's life over tracks And you lames ain't willin to lose your life over rap [Chorus] [Joe Budden] In direct beef between rappers, they be all thugs See each other in the street and dap, it's all love War stories ain't yours about the pounds your man got Only time you move bricks is when the SoundScan drop You ain't never cooked NOTHIN by that kitchen sink And the only time you been behind bars was fixin a drink You actin a fool, got real life and rap confused With them ten o'clock songs, you just rappin the news But I ain't mad atcha flow, he tryin to stack his dough But everybody's a thug until them ratchets show The same dudes that rap about (they get) stuck for all the 1's And if everybody's a killer, where the fuck is all the punks? I hope you gettin your loot; just remember what you spit in the booth There's other people that's livin proof Y'all cats with all the mouth, just stay in your lane And pray that a real NUCCA don't decide to call you out [Chorus] |
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from Joe Budden - Mood Muzik 4 (2010)
[Fabolous]
These n-ggas losing their minds You find that theres no reward They say they already home It's really clear they abroad They sound like they boxed in It's not just where they record There's a cost to be the boss they can't clearly afford Swear to the Lord, theres guns like the audience You put on a show, my 40 clearly applauds Sittin' fifth row, I might appear to be bored Plotting on a Kanye, but screaming where's my award Ballin out of control, never won an ESPY Bout to buy a black ghost and call that sh-t SP Flow outta this World, I'm coming for my Moon man You n-ggas slide back like that walkin on the moon dance No glitter glean, handgun with a beam Have some boys follow you, street fam, twitter team Like you could f-ck with me Oh did it seem, Dr King and Def Jam aint the only ones with a dream I'm a grown ass man, this kid a teen You're a spoof of me like if hip hop did a scream Audi coupe looking good so I went and copped it Got that TT poppin' like a trending topic My ride is matte black My pride is that jack It might get ya dog shot, even a cat smacked Anyway though, styles don't apply to me Jeff Goldblum couldn't be more fly to me Shorty say right after the suck f-ck proof You hit it on the head girl, duck duck goose You shoulda got the message that I chuck up deuce Break em off and leave it You seen my f-cked up tooth It's f-cka bitch, there's more fish in the aquarium I rarely hear no, like when n-ggas ask you to marry them There's no lights in the place you buy your jewelry from Funeral fab, I'm just here to bury them [Joe Budden] Reporting live from the beacon Booth tired from the beatin Had foreplay all day Prepin' the beatin' the mic for a threesome With my vocal's bi-coastal, speakin til their eyes totaled Mr wi-fi, out a franchise go to Magic, standby local's Watch the track bust once I show my dick size to the pro-tools I teach you how to have models screaming get behind me E-pills and maybach's aint gon matter if your tip is tiny Nevermind me, we could get knee deep in the beef Seek me with the heat but you'll need more to keep me on a leash Here's a cc for the peeps that wanna see me in the streets Invest in Rockports and be easy on your feet Give a few hammers, a few semi's and a few snubs to a few crips, Couple vampire's and true bloods Gambling in casino's, have a hundred handing me my c-notes The modern day gambino I'm careful every step I take You the n-gga walk up in a shootout with some pepperspray That'd be the last mistake you ever make Me I chop his head off from a rooftop And race it downstairs just to see if I can catch his fade Like groceries when I'm shooting at fags Make sure the breads separated and put the fruits in a bag Withstand the hatred Dudes is falling off doing all they can to save it But everybodys run stops ask Brandon Jacobs What y'all call swag to me is all faggotry Fours want blatt at me that'd equal more casualties Abort the strategy Or get attacked with that Duracell they put in your back Now thats assault and battery You can keep the b-tching to yourself There's beams on every burner These lasers, a petition wouldn't help! What good is having shooters if they the type that miss? Where I'm from, better be careful when you drive that whip N-ggas put they life at risk for pies that flip In my town Ben Affleck wouldnt try that sh-t And if he did he'd get turned around burnt down Tell 'em new jacks it'll be a while fore they eligible to earn the crown [Lloyd Banks] Acid out the baggie This is more than dope Flawless flow F-cking off a sign every horoscope to wore my robes Strappin up the corner cold, critical Unquestioned, my opponents know I shoot like capono, watch me own the show Chromatose, toasted, getting money while I roam the coast Stones and boats, mansions, homes, and hopes I deserve 'em both, overdose Time to earn my votes, watch me turn the volts Voltage through a hater, this electric chair, danger Yeah, I see ya Now make way fore it turn to diarrhea Hear a microphone will give you 3 of everything I wear yeah Models by the pair, swear, bottles, private Lear, steer Style thats outta here, rare, thousands by the chair, square Sleep with me, you came here, war with me is scary Get beat silly tryna lamp here, better bring your theory heat I got a drop damp here, n-ggas try me barely No one breathes, I need an ants ear, precious necessary Got my mind on the cheddar kill my haters together Bury em in abundance and starve there family's stomach's Paper come in my thumbage, brand new fifties and hundreds On point, just like the drum is I'm warning them baby mothers Got the hunger of a broke rapper Kill you while I'm rollin up then smoke after Catch you at your show, snatch ya, empty out the dough faster Bentley off the scene, magnum Mo splasher, four packer Southside n-gga spittin coke at ya! [Royce Da 5'9"] This is for the fronters and the naysayers I'm about to scare away the drummers and the bass players They say I'm out of my league on this one So when I get done I want you to cut your f-ckin ears off, Twitpic 'em! Lord, I want you to leave this vicinity You gon be around here bout long as Justin Bieber's virginity This is Jesus identity, mixed with weed Hennessey, kennedy, king Mixed with a kill or be killed, killer regime Ill as you seen, switch Y'all write all that hard sh-t then you fall right off, it's horrible My oracle is all I offer, so before I borrow You won't be here tomorrow flow Sorry, I will probably Adios my body with somebody toast This sh-t just practice Sickest rapping Baptist Kill your pastor, steal your chapstick After that make you kiss a cactus Then, take your hoe, make the hoe give the whole clique fellatio Everyone, that wasn't the whole entourage on HBO Then after that, I tell her, I can't do much with you, shawty! I just found out I could fly to Dubai and hire buffy the body! Dont call us if the bitches ain't flawless If they are then we can hang like Aretha Franklin bra-less The drunk me can box like the sober you The sober me be more nervous than Waka Flocka in the voting booth We beef like being deep and dumping K's You beef like Lady Gaga and her stylist Y'all get together to look good in front of a bunch of gays My feng shui is a pump in the desert You'll come up shorter than an Asian jumping out of a trunk in the desert While my wolfpack looks for strippers and cocaine N-ggas snitching, it's a shame We call em male tattlers Fiends touching they noses more than URL battlers It's hard to spit saliva when you spit fire So I'll just pour sugar in your gas tank Put a banana in your tailpipe Ah ha, so the car can fit the driver |
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from Joe Budden - Mood Muzik 4 (2010)
Talk to em
Only my true motherfucker know Realest shit I ever wrote it's, it's Check this I be at the mall Walk up at in the store Glance up at the wall Pick out a few kicks I need eleven in these Mater a fact while you at it Bring them in a size six I take shorty shoes off Like here try on these Jay's make shore them shit fit But in my head it gets thick Saying Joey fall back Cause thats not your kid I don't know you lil nigga And plus I got a son of my own But he's at home and the way he's being raised I don't really condone (nah) Cause his pops been gone Fuck it ill explain it to him later when he grown Enough to have a phone ask him why mommy hit me and he gotta sneak to call me whenever he's alone So you wouldn't know it but i got a soft spot for you She would share them same obstacles Looking from the outside may seem like you neglecting but when he slips up and call me dad I correct him I protect him when baby girl start Venting about you I say respect him And though it seems out of order My own mistakes has turn me into your biggest supporter Fast forward you wouldn't believe How I could love like mine what I didn't conceive Try to help him be shit that I never achieve Am I doing it for him or is it my own grieve to see Me and my baby moms we don't do the conversations Shame cramp in the back two bed room shack With seven people living there just congregating Some when you child with me i'm over compensating I'm talking eight bedrooms seven baths My son thinking that's the shit that only heaven have Mines got a deeper pool yours get to see the view White marble around the inger mines got gold and white Yours just got to walk outside and the funny shit The irony of it all and its sad Cause you walk away Yea i'm the step dad And then you get on skype Saying how you being whats the word And I be in the back ground listening like this mother fucker here got some nerve He says bye daddy I love you I be wanting to snuff you but I wouldn't have him thinking less of you But he's accepted and the shit is wild He picks up on ever think and he's just a child But through all my resistance I'm afraid this two year old could already see the difference He see you don't provide when your capable Why we never fix things while we are still able to So your annoyed kinda hampers me give my void I always wanted a family Just to greet when I get through the door You gone to have to take the "L" I can't give you yours I'll do all of da work You ain't gotta be bothered You could be a dad I'll be his father I relate though So I know it hurts Gotta be uncomfortable When the role reverse I been in your shoes my whole life nigga Try these on I relate though so I know it hurts Gotta be uncomfortable when the role reverse |
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from Joe Budden - Joe Budden (2003)
[Joe Budden]
I'm bout to say some shit to you I might need you to answer back (Top) Bad enough that the mic give me feedback I ain't gotta come home and see that (Top) Let me talk to you for a minute [Lil' Mo] I wanna know.. I, wanna know.. know, know know Know-ow-owwwwwwwww I believe I know You'll be my baby, baby [Joe Budden + (Lil' Mo)] Let me talk to 'em First off, all the questionin, I thought we was above that We got some time and act like you wish to jerk that C'mon don't tell me that we already endin And f**k I need to cheat on you for, I'm already winnin It's like (I wanna know) if I got a exit them tensions Callin her names, tryin to make her feel like less of a woman But nah, picture I shady, WON'T lie and say I DON'T lie Once or twice maybe, forever you my lady MY You gorgeous but, it's more than just your hips that talk It's {??}, but want more It's how we laugh, you know shall we not My better half slash your eyes the vibe we got, it's like (I wanna know) If I'm real in a deal And then, she wanna know if I feel how she feel And real when I'm dealin, please believe boo Won't deceive you - it's not just a want, I need you [Chorus: Lil' Mo + (Joe Budden)] I wanna know if you'll always be my baby (You my girl, my wiz, my life) I need to know he'll always be me baby (You my heart, my all, my wife) I wanna know if you'll always be my baby (You my girl, my wiz, my life) (Bad enough that the mic give me feedback) (I ain't gotta come home and see that) [Joe Budden + (Lil' Mo)] It's like (I wanna know) if I'm at some other broad's Laughin in bed, she got it all mapped in her head Ma, I'm all about, you and me But you sloooooooowly losin me when you keep accusin me I know why you be askin where I came from Nothin wrong with arguin but we havin the same ones Either you gon' ride out or you gon' spoil it Either you gon' take a shit or get up off of the toilet It's like (I wanna know) if I be lyin to her Or if I think these other birds finer than her, so -- So when your man's on the road, he don't see you I don't want the sex to be the only thing that keeps you I give you my all, just holla at me if you want more You tired of hearin 'bout me talkin 'bout a jump off -- You my girl, my wiz, my life Ma we can't go wrong ma, listen to the horns ma [Chorus] [Joe Budden + (Lil' Mo)] It's like (I wanna know) if my career catches fire Out of all the woman in the world, why her? Hold up now you gettin mad at yourself Just take a look in the mirror, be proud of yourself How many times I gotta tell ya, boo you all that I got How many times I gotta tell ya, be secure in your spot I understand so I can't knock it, but I'm your man stop it Checkin my 2-way, and goin through my pants pockets It's no need, you my girl, my wiz, my life Look ma you - my heart, my all, my wife; and you pissed cause you know other chicks would LOVE to smash your man I tell 'em I'm aight, I take pride in that I'm your man (My friends keep tellin me you ain't shit) I done been through this before baby, same shit Long as we know what we got, we can carry on boo We can't go wrong ma, listen to the horns ma [Chorus] [Lil' Mo] My girl, your wiz, your life Your heart, your soul, your wife I will be everything to you, oh baby I wanna know, if you'll always be my baby.. |
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from Joe Budden - Mood Muzik 4 (2010)
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No regrets, nigga no regards I know the bar, raise mine, yall can lower yalls What I lack in talent, I normally show in heart Prolly why they want the encore before the show can start So if you in my life, know ya part That's the best way for us to never grow apart Even through the mid-life crisis', yall know who the nicest is Always tell it like it is in spite of it Dudes frontin quite a bit, know i've grown tired of it Sometimes you'd rather just watch the movie than write the script Authentic, ???? More vintage, yall mimic, all gimmick I ridicule what's been done See I aint fooled by what's spewed bout they income Lose some you win some Perception, shit'll give you grey hairs and then some Inception are you living a dream of livin in one Haters see me get to thinking that it cant be all good So I just kill them with the car, Brandy Norwood And keep chasin success that yall scared of Done carryin dead weight, I'm no longer the paul bearer Check, I'm too grown for all the games I dont play with suckers I'm on the sideline, just watchin the dave and busters But when you think of Joe this is unrefutable (Not a word, he means irrefutable) The paint is fucked up, but the picture gon' be beautiful Its gonna be a short summer Cause most of yall ain't built to last It's gonna be a short summer Cause soon enough your shit gon' pass It's gonna be a short summer You had your fun but now it's done It's gonna be a short summer A new season has begun Which wrong are you an heir to How can I be compared to Nigga you fallin off with a parachute Ya stack short, you got some earnin to do You new school, just means you got some learnin to do I dont care to argue You to easy to tear apart through What I hear is partial, that whole project is Sarah Marshall And I dont know what type of shit you on I tried to make you get the point but you was Chris Duhon So where Ray Felton when you need em When niggas show you who they really are you should believe them Catch me with the top down, turnpike speedin Bout to have Jersey on fire like Cleveland With my back in the wall I ain't never got slayed shit Lebron was king until that pressure got Wade So if you marry the game i'll be at the alter waitin With some niggas I dont call till its an altercation Less bail money, less court cases More mile high, more vacation More of my back rubbed, more of my feet massaged Had me thinkin she invented face time Steve Jobs They can't stay afloat, they proll need a mention We in two different boats, but yours need an engine Nerve of you niggas I earth you niggas Took the mirena out of shorty, gave birth to you niggas Dog, I hear everything you say You Steve Irwin to a upset stingray A lighter to a upset Jean Grey Now who's hotta, you notta True scholar, new prada, a few dollars Niggas want to hit em with the chrome like Blaka I'm waiting for them when they get home like Posada How did he compare a stove to hells kitchen That just make a man real mad, Mel Gibson So death to all the bullshit by any means Kill em all, hang em from the ceilin using skinny jeans For aspiring rappers that want to pop a can For the families of Sean Bell, Oscar Grant Nigga ya heat wave is almost up Playing for keepsake you almost fucked So when you talk about Joe When you done being critical Say the painter was wild But he made sure the portrait was original PARKS WAT UP |
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from Joe Budden - Mood Muzik 4 (2010)
[Joe Budden - Verse 1:]
I broke down a while ago Finally picking up the pieces Memoirs of how the undefeated Can feel depleted I dont talk to God as a matter of fact I plead with At times I hate my reflection and others I?m conceited Half the time I?m arrogant other times I?m vengeful At times it?s to convince me, at times it?s to convince you Done a lot of wrong but I aint never felt resentful Its been so many times I?ve lost track of who to repent to Half the time I?m in the cut Dont want you to notice me Roll with me and you?ll see that I?m only awkward socially Half the time I?m spiteful, double barrell rifle I owe so many payback I feel like I got the right too So if you need a case in point you can refer to Budden And it will prove that painkillers never murdered nothing All it did was make me succumb put ice in me Put ice in me, make me numb When I revisit the places it takes me from I?m strong... [Chorus:] Strong enough to catch contact right Smell it as soon as you get in my ride See with me, rules never apply Dont tell me how I should live my life Put your seat back, got it if you need that You should really fuck with me Tell me if you wanna ride or die, la la la la la la la la [Joe Budden - Verse 2:] Listen up as the center reports My inner thoughts are like a inner war Headaches act as a trembling force on my mental ward Mentals distraught Every word fromt his sentence the boss It?s brought to you like the people your ministers Porsche Tight roping on dental floss Before the haters begin to get lost Coke and weed got my temperment off But why would my temper get lost When as soon as the temperature frost I?m probably having intercourse in a resort Criminal report, pricey condo?s at a minimal cost My train of thought aint as simple as yours So if our paths happen to incidentally cross I pray that you can overlook all my miniature flaws Until then lets let the bass kick Take the shots straight I dont see a need to chase it Trying to fight the urge til there?s something to replace it I welcome ya?ll to be my co-pilots on this spaceship [Chorus] [Joe Budden - Verse 3:] Yo, me and the game would get so blunted We?d order take out from the chinese stores They make sure you bring change for a hundred Rob em, safety on the metal?s off Figured if we beat the breaks off em Then how the fuck was he gon pedal off Some live and die by the high, I was born by it Since Pac gave my mom the needle like go on try it Got me feeling like aint a nigga can harm me So I go and scoop a mommy that wanna come join the army She was so militant, disciplined, intelligent So I whispered to her, bet you wouldnt mind shilling it I got to know her on my sofa I gave her my honourable discharge and she took like a soldier Since she the type you gotta watch when she come around Really she only get high so she can come down Lost her when I said she aint gotta settle Once you start to handle life you?ll be on the same level [Chorus] [Crooked I - Verse 4:] When I was five this what my father said I should have pulled you out and left you on your momma?s waterbed You asked me, my poppa?s dead Alcoholic jeans from him since a toddler bottle fed Put me on your stainless, I?m brainless, I?m a hollow head My life was the crazyiest Surprised I?m even walking, can you blame me if I?m atheist But I aint Stephen Hawkings I know God is in my radius I can see him walking in the face of an innocent baby but not when preacher?s talking My people sleep in coffins I miss em I?m breaking down in the face of a bad bitch that I?m supposed to be taking down Baby ride while I?m crying, I?m dying inside Cause my pain is beside a giant lethiathon and I?m hiding from the World They hit me with everything but the kitchen sink How ironic? same place I vomit when I lick a drink Apparently I need to get a shrink How can therapy take care of me when I don?t give a fuck what niggas think! [Chorus] |
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from Joe Budden - Joe Budden (2003)
[Joe Budden]
Uh-huh... I just want everybody to kinda be clear.. Of what's takin place right now... It's not an introduction, it's more like a beginning... It's like the calm before the storm... I guess you can sorta call it, the rebirth... Or the birth period... it's the growth... For all my real niggaz... real people in general... It's never one-dimensional, it goes out to everybody... If you can though... just kinda take some time out... Relate to it For all my mans that died, with grams at they side Plans just to ride, gun jammed when he drive Ballers who never made it out the hood Cats who owed, but never made it out the hood If they offered you pleas and you went to court with it My dawgs doin time cause you got caught with it Or if you need cheddar, blast heat whenever And run from the cops cause you know the streets better Dope niggaz who rich cause they know connects Or dope niggaz who spit but got no connects If you pitch to pay rent, but get no business Life in the state pen but get no visits Fend for yourself cause you ain't got no boys Ride or die, cause really you ain't got no choice If your alibi's straight when you're wanted on the stand Soldiers that take they football numbers like a man Hustle O-Z cause your product rich there Hood know you snitch but you gotta live there You held your man shot, you don't know where it hit him And you tryin to buy guns, you don't know where to get 'em If you strapped in the streets with your palms all black Young G's that gotta see they moms on crack Pop can't be found, hand me down When you the oldest out of five, hold the family down If you caught a body and your wiz hid you out If you slept in the park when moms kicked you out Or if you gonna die, you gon' leave with a slug Idolized your big bro, but he was a thug If you squeeze in leather first cause it never hurt Street cats that never work cause it never worked Or if you got your shit snatched, ripped clipped and masked Too small for the kickback, but gotta get your shit back Killed niggaz playin, was only boxin Accept twenty flat as your only option Calm in the jungle in between the system If you high on parole and gotta clean your system If you told 'em to stop, cause soon you'll lose it When you pull up your pants bled, bullet wounds to prove it Or if you grabbed the liquor, swallow it hard If they drive-by on you but you follow the car Full clip cause your foes is lurkin; or the D's at your door with a picture cause you know this person If you dead broke, but forced into extortin Cause your girl pregnant and she don't want a abortion Got charged but 'fore strap a gun anyway Took the state's lawyer, but you won anyway Stand up cats beat the odds by far Real recognize real, R.R.R. Don't mistake a amped up nucca.. for what? For a stand up nucca.. I won't If you a stand up nucca.. then what? Then stand up nucca.. R.. R.. R.. Basically, that's about it... Hope you people get a better understanding... And roll with me... geah! Let's get into it... |
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from Joe Budden - Mood Muzik 4 (2010)
When the night falls, and the smoke clears
Millions of miles away, yet they so near I remember memories, so I?m never lead astray When tomorrow comes I know it?s only due to yesterday Without a boundary, check my latitute New attitude, see I?m grateful for having grattitude I?m not complacent, but got no regrets Few hatin niggas want to see me regress Deep breath, life is too short for me to be stressed Interpret ice grillin and their way of sayin he?s blessed You wanna hate, I got my own show, be my guest Remember doctors used to tell me I was depressed At the time was dating a model with double d chest Till I thought, then she laughed that shit off and said these?s F?s Before I bought my first gun, was already armed Teach you bout coof, little bit of class heavy charm Used to get my laughs(?), for a nice chain, heavy charm High school drop out, but went to every prom Now everyone I went to high school with They 30 years plus still on some high school shit Seems like all the fly niggas, and bitches that was well off Is junk head high niggas, all the bitches fell off From surgery, rappin to niggas that never heard of me Burglaries, dappin up niggas that want to murder me If you close minded, I call that an emergency Blind fold yourself as if there?s nothin more to further see Honestly that?s absurd to me If the sky is the limit then where is the urgency I embrace life, I?m so carefree I won?t judge y?all if you don?t care to be Just know no matter who you are, the right system Can turn a role player into a superstar I?m talking rock bottom, a whole ?nother teir Stuck in the moment made me move to a whole ?nother year How?d I become straight forward, no baggage Y?all can run from the past, I?ma make my way towards it Nigga I remember stage fright Back when I didn?t know if I could rock the stage right Who knew I?d end up being the nicest My point, hard to come up short when shit is priceless Hard to come up short when shit is priceless I can?t explain it, I just gotta embrace it But something got me feeling this way Instead of running, I?m waiting here for it Cause nothin ever felt this great I?m stuck in the moment Stuck in the moment, the moment Stuck in the moment, the moment Stuck in the moment |
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from Joe Budden - Joe Budden (2003)
(feat. Kiyamma Griffin)
[1 - Joe Budden by himself] [2 - Joe Budden and K.G. together] [3 - K.G. singing by himself] [Intro: K.G. & Joe Budden sing together] When your mind ain't right, and it's hard to sleep And you try to hide the pain, but your scars are deep Nigga look me in my eyes and tell me what you see, yeah.. When your mind ain't right, and it's hard to sleep And you try to hide the pain, but your scars are deep Nigga look me in my eyes and tell me what you see.. [Verse] [1] - And my heart is like [3] - There's one thing poppa told me [1] - If nothin else in this world, it's how to survive [2] - When I'm against all odds, and when the odds against me [3] - I travel wherever my path may lead [2] - Knowin nobody got my back like me [1] - I'm gonna survive [2] - And if you walk in my shoes [2] - Guarantee you'll be just like me [1] - And my heart is like [3] - And if you leave me alone in the V with the chrome [3] - I won't hurt nothin, but I need to be alone [1] - Nigga.. just me and my Sam Cooke tapes [1] - And my heart is like [3] - And baby if you don't understand [3] - Then I gotta let you go... go... go... [1] - Geah, I'm sorry baby [1] - And my heart is like [2] - I'm talkin all along the way [2] - With all I used to say, I almost couldn't take it [2] - Said I wouldn't make it, to be twenty-one [2] - I'ma stand up on my own two [1] - And my heart is like [3] - I've travelled high and low and [3] - If there's one thing I know I know I know [3] - I know how to survive [Chorus: K.G. & Joe Budden + (Joe Budden)] When your mind ain't right, and it's hard to sleep And you try to hide the pain, but your scars are deep Nigga look me in my eyes and tell me what you see, yeah.. (And my heart is like) When your mind ain't right, and it's hard to sleep And you try to hide the pain, but your scars are deep Nigga look me in my eyes and tell me what you see.. (And my heart is like) [Verse] [3] - Nigga I'm a soldier, ain't nobody gon' hold me down [1] - Hold me down, nah [3] - Now that I'm closer, all the snakes play me closely now [1] - And my soul is like [3] - Homey I'm a soldier, ain't nobody gon' hold me down [1] - And my mind is like [3] - Now that I'm closer, all the snakes play me closely now [1] - And my soul is like [2] - Just livin on the edge homey ain't no joke [2] - And nah baby bro I don't smoke, but go ahead [3] - Playa.. playahhh [1] - You can like that, I'm good [1] - And my soul is like [3] - And baby if you don't understand [3] - Then I gotta let you go... go... go... [1] - I'm sorry baby [2] - I remember when they hated on me but I made it homey yea [2] - I remember when they hated on me, YEAH [2] - Don't smile at me now, YEAHHHH [1] - And my soul is like [2] - If you wasn't there for the bad, nigga don't come when it's good [2] - Naw dawg, it ain't all good [2] - Wonder what made him think it was still all good, YEAHHHH [1] - And my soul is like [Chorus - substitute "and my soul is like" for Joe's solo lines] [Verse] [3] - Nigga I'm a soldier, ain't nobody gon' hold me down [3] - Now that I'm closer, all the snakes play me closely now [1] - And my heart is like [3] - Homey I'm a soldier, ain't nobody gon' hold me down [3] - Now that I'm closer, all the snakes play me closely now [1] - And my heart is like.. I can't think right now [1] - Can't cope, can't drink, can't smoke, uh-uh [1] - And my soul is like.. I can't eat right now [1] - I'm not healthy, I'm askin you God help me like - please [1] - Show me somethin |
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from Joe Budden - Joe Budden (2003)
[DJ Clue]
Yeah, the world famous DJ Clue Desert Storm Jump off Joe Buddens, on top This go out to all my niggaz You ain't gotta chain, but you got a mean muthafuckin' wrist game All my ladies, you ain't got a car But you gotta mean muthafuckin' heel game Click them heels You know how we do it C'mon [Joe Budden] Whoa! (Haha) Whoa! Okay Dub Whoa! Have some fun with it [Hook] Mami, I'm there if you fine in the rear We can get into whatever if you don't mind boo be yeah And when I'm done slidin', you somethin' fierce You ain't gotta go home but you gotta get the fuck outta here [Verse 1] I ain't got to tell homeboy, he know that This is 'Matrix Reloaded' and Neo's back I'm up, humble apologies, sorry clowns I'm here for the long run, I ain't Coffee Brown Get to know me, the man, the person So by the time I'm on my fifth album You should understand the first one It's non-fiction, you deny you want proof I only buck in the air when the sky's in the booth You gets liable to shoot This twenty-two release some extra keyholes on the driver's side of your coupe Like, nighty night, here's your lullaby bitches You might need just a lil' more than butterfly stitches Get out of line and get stuck up duke Lose your spines tryin' to touch us jukes Get to the mall in a circle, guns out playin' "duck-duck-goose" This shit is kinda aiight till I fuck in the booth I'm sayin', I'm here, got my nine up in here Thugs wanna rumble, I don't mind, nigga yeah [Bridge] And when I'm done slidin' up somethin' fierce You ain't gotta go home but you gotta get the fuck outta here [Verse 2] Like I don't roll with niggaz that'll lift 'ayn' chrome Take a look at 'em, you can see they just skin and bones Y'all talk about bricks when y'all know who move 'em us real niggaz make withdrawls while y'all go through 'em We carry long guns, we can contra on it We talk about it, we live it, y'all ponder on it Shit, ridiculously priced, us cons afford it I'm talkin' straight cash, you might need a sponsor for it But wait - ever met somebody that wouldn't chill Every second he feel the need to let you know that he's real Every second he wanna talk about his homies that died And the people he killed and in the future all the people he will Talk about who he stabbed and beat up, and he won't cool out Yakety-yakkin', he's reminiscing on different shootouts How he was there, shotties was blastin' Cops came with body bags, and he's talkin', but nobody asked him Naw - he want attention, he want his name yelled Me and him always end up in the same cell I'm pissed on the top bunk, I can't sleep This guy ain't street, go 'head nigga I ain't beef But feel me - stop there, who popped him where Who you backed out on and had the whole block scared [Bridge] Ma when I'm done pokin' you from the rear You ain't gotta go home but you gotta get the fuck outta here [Verse 3] Ma - you real aggressive, catchin' me of balance It's a turn off, don't you know niggaz respect a challenge Move a lil' slow gettin' at me Treat the pussy like it's worth somethin', don't just go throwin' it at me Cuz - while you doin' it at the same time I'm thinkin' how many niggaz hit you wit that same line Or - how many other niggaz you ran game to How many niggaz you fucked or you gave brain to How many other dudes houses you done came to With condoms on you hopin' that he find 'em on you And - I ain't tryin' to catch nothin' from you So I'm caught up in a Catch-22 If I don't fuck her then I'm not like guys she met before So while I'm turnin' her down she's just likin' me more But if I do get to pokin', hit her with long strokin' I now have a girlie on my hands that's open I don't want her callin' me constantly Thinkin' 'cause I fucked her she got a bond with me I don't want her misunderstandin' a one night stand It was just a nut, I'm not your man [Hook] Ma - I'm there, if you fine in the rear We can get into whatever if you don't mind boo be yeah And when I'm done slidin', you somethin' fierce You ain't gotta go home but you gotta get the fuck outta here Ma - I'm there, name a time and where We can get into whatever if you don't mind boo be yeah And when I'm done pokin' you from the rear You ain't gotta go home but you gotta get the fuck outta here [DJ Clue talking till end] |
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from Joe Budden - Joe Budden (2003)
Chorus
Come and take a walk with me I need all of y'all to come and take a walk with me I need for all of y'all to feel what im goin' through And see what I see, if u got time then take a walk with me Wait a minute [now] , shit aint like I thought it would be Come to jersey from new york with me, I know ur busy But take the time out to walk with me, Pay attention on this tour with me, maybe im seeing something wrong, Come along and make sure with me, come and take a short walk with me, Vs. 1 Yo, im seeing a couple things wrong with the way that im living, so come and walk with me I just need a second opinion, ill introduce u to my friends, I gotta see if u notice if they loyal or if they all got an alterior motive they some snake Niggas, me and them don't deal anymore ever since I got signed I don't know whats real anymore im paranoid so excuse me if I seem to be nervous but everybody from my past now they trying to resurface trying to rekindle, they don't think i know they go limo I got cousins I never knew they trying to pass me they demo Maybe im wrong like I told u man I need g' ya opinion Me and them never spoke before so I don't see whats so different Dudes I don't know they recognize me start extending they hand And I m trippin ready for beef when he was only a fan [why] Cuz these Niggas in my hood say they don't like how im reppin Let me know how strongly u feel, will I be needing my weapon As some sort of protection, should I carry a pen and pad and ask everybody in the fuckin hood for they suggestions im letting the labels know that jersey city is gifted when they aint no that jersey city existed but its cool y'all certain cats in jersey city so hateful, and certain cats in jersey city aint grateful all they say is I don't chill anymore n ever since I got signed they don't think im real anymore im told I shouldn't be alone cuz im a star in my hood "sumthing might happen mouse, they know who u are in the hood", [they do] so I cant tell u how I feel anymore n ever since I got signed I cant tell whats real anymore Chorus Come and take a walk with me I need all of y'all to come and take a walk with me I need for all of y'all to feel what im goin' through And see what I see, if u got time then take a walk with me Wait a minute [now] , shit aint like I thought it would be Come to jersey from new york with me, I know ur busy But take the time out to walk with me, Pay attention on this tour with me, maybe im seeing something wrong, Come along and make sure with me, come and take a short walk with me Vs. 2 See to me is heavy, but to u it may seem petty Lets continue walking I know u aint tired already Ill take u to meet my girl I gotta see if u notice if she love me or if the bitch got an alterior motive why am I hated cuz I handle my business aint gotta look for a girl now a days cuz almost all these Niggas is bitches see im often while we walking ill show u the drug dealers and some dudes that hate me, word on the street's is they real killers [dog] where was the hate back when I wasn't on my feet a alcoholic, school dropout, just a bum on the street where was the hate durin my adolescence back when that physicatrist was trying hard to get me on them anti-depressants [o man] I don't recall none of this happenin' back then and I don't understand I was still rappin back then so I gotta ride with a gun for trying to get my mom and pop up outa the slums and provide for my son if u met my baby moms would u notice if she was ready for a child or if her ass had an alterior motive I don't know what she's teaching Trey, but every day he get older Angie's bitter and feel like now that im successful I owe her Cuz she would hold me so tight when I was ready to relapse Tell me to relax, I aint know no better straight outa rehab Bottom line I was lonesome, but we was grown for each other Angie I grown some, got bigger issues If u went to Def Jam would u notice if they was out for my best interest Or do they just see a dollar in Joeseph Guess I aint sure how I feel anymore ever since I got signed I cant tell whats real anymore I mean them same record execs. That wanted me in don't care that im the next nigga they just wanna see spends [I swear] Guess I aint sure how I feel anymore ever since I got signed I cant tell whats real anymore U feeling me, dog Chorus Come and take a walk with me I need all of y'all to come and take a walk with me I need for all of y'all to feel what im goin' through And see what I see, if u got time then take a walk with me Wait a minute [now] , shit aint like I thought it would be Come to jersey from new york with me, I know ur busy But take the time out to walk with me, Pay attention on this tour with me, maybe im seeing something wrong, Come along and make sure with me, come and take a short walk with me |
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from Joe Budden - Mood Muzik 4 (2010)
Woooh. The weekend is here... (Aye)
Which only means one thing. It's time to call up that old faithful weekend warrior. And ladies if you don't know what the weekend warrior is, 9 times out of 9 you are definitely the weekend warrior (oh yea, you're it) Now the weekend warrior is the girl that you never see during the weekday, you don't know what it that she does Where's she's from, what's her name (you don't know, who she is) She doesn't know who your family, your friends, (you don't know) She just comes in, goes straight to the room, get naked And waits for instructions She leaves out, tells the doorman, "this time again next weekend" And he says, "I know that's right" (see you later) Now the weekend warrior we've never seen in the daylight She may even be a vampire, I don't know (true blood, baby) But I know is when she leaves, I am very pleased (too cold, baby) And can't wait til next weekend Weekend warrior, come out and play-ay Now the weekend warrior doesn't need no juice, no water, you don't have to be a great host (she don't need no juice, she don't need no food) All she comes with is a bottle of Purell Gotta keep it clean, baby Weekend warrior, I know you're out there. (Jazzy adlibs) |
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