Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song # 1, artist - Joe Budden. Album song Joe Budden, in the genre R&B
Date of issue: 31.12.2002
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: The Island Def Jam
Song language: English
# 1 |
Let me just make this statement |
Loud and clear — Jersey’s here |
Some dude’s got problems wit me Over there — I ain’t care |
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!) |
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!) |
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? |
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 Let me just make this statement |
Loud and clear — Jersey’s here |
Some dude’s got problems wit me Over there — I ain’t care |
Some people see me creep |
They mack all type — that’s alright |
You know I slurp my drink |
I’m clipped inside — kids aight |
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 |
Whoo! |