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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 - 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)
(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)
[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 - 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 - 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 - 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 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 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 - 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 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)
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 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 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 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]
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 - 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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