Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song # 1 , by - Joe Budden. Song from the album Joe Budden, in the genre R&BRelease date: 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! |