Lyrics No Love For The Roadie - Catch 22

No Love For The Roadie

Hmmm C22
These punk motherfuckers now a hip hop crew?
Naw, we just having some fun
A little somethin' we wanna get done
Anyone say a word, better shut your mouth biotch
We’ll kick your punk ass to the curb
Sit your stupid ass on the couch
And nod your head to something new Feel it?
Na?
Fuck you, we do We’re on a mission
To beef with anyone who fucks with our ambition
So check it and give a listen and let me explain
Yo E-rock bring back that instrumental refrain
Seven different members
Meaning seven different names
Meaning seven different mouths speaking seven different ways
All common goals reamin
Still pigeon-holed status quo sucks cuz I haven’t changed
No love for the roadie?
Yo man, you’re the roadie, you don’t…
Seven members, seven members
That’s it.
That’s all you got
Eight!
Eight!
Lick a shot-shot.
Boom 5 4 3 2 1 wanna make you jump up
It’s like a clean cut
Slicing through the track with a machete
Ready set go
A Derringer cover
Cover me, cover you I’ll take it slow and easy, indiscreetly
I’m completely numb
Come come
Surburban ragamuffin with a dancehall twist
I’m saying I’m saying I’m saying nothing
This Shot a licka say it again kick it and come back for one
I’m running I’m running I’m running I’m running
It takes some time It’s like a dream come true I’m in heaven again
We’re right here jumping with you
Once again again, once once again again
Seven different members
Meaning seven different names
Meaning seven different mouths speaking seven different ways
All common goals reamin
Still pigeon-holed status quo sucks cuz I haven’t changed
Yo man, I work
Dude, you don’t work
I work
Yo, so let me come in real slow
Like 1, 2, I bet you thought you knew about the style we present
So intense cutting through with precision never watered down
But you’re bound to drizound coming around
Your town rocking a crowd with the sweetest sound
You ever heard fool there aren’t no other
You wanna talk shit I have your running for your mother
Coming in quick you little bitch
Throwing a brick up in your window to get your affection
So pay attention, learn your lesson on this whole next session
When I grip the mic I spit my shit like a veteran
Wait stop the beat a second
Now bring it back again Catch 22 has come to bump your party
And get you jumping and keep it bumping
Nah forget about the bump
I’m gonna go and blaze it up
Seven different members
Meaning seven different names
Meaning seven different mouths speaking seven different ways
All common goals reamin
Still pigeon-holed status quo sucks cuz I haven’t changed
YoI’m saying that’s not right
Step back punk you ain’t got no place here…
I’m the one they call
Perm so listen learn
Gonna make you twist and turn with this beat that I kick it South River, Trax
East
Fuck with me you’ll be deceased 6 foot underground is where you’ll be to say
The least
East Coast Pride until I decide I come in strong gonna bust you in the eye
My piece of pie is all I’m looking for
Gotta get the door I came to let you know
All I rock is eckou
Yo what up Bean (Yo what up bro)
So let me finish this up quick cuz shit be getting thick
So let me go out nice and slick
Perm signing off so hand me my sticks
I’m not down with this motherfucking microphone shit
Yo dude, uh, you gonna sing the chorus?
No dude I don’t like singing the chorus
Just sing the hook
No, no, dude
Try that
No, I really don’t… check it.
Peace
Seven different members
Meaning seven different names
Meaning seven different mouths speaking seven different ways
All common goals reamin
Still pigeon-holed status quo sucks cuz I haven’t changed
You’d better recognize man, that ain’t right
Yo bump that man and get behind that table and sell that t-shirt
It’s eight, I said eight, yo
Na, I don’t think so.
It’s seven
Whatever, dude
It’s the P-a-t-r-i-c-k with the t-h-c m d-m- a
So listen while I wreck it
Then listen to the record
Check it wait another second this won’t take all day
I’m the dank natty dread deep banana head
Making a six string sing is hard done than said
Cuz saying it and doing it just ain’t the same
They’re like fire and rain It’s like night and day
But at night or day in the AM or the PM
You know I’m hitting TM I call 'em like I see 'em
So rewind the rhyme stick it in your eye
And let the old school open your mind one time
Seven different members
Meaning seven different names
Meaning seven different mouths speaking seven different ways
All common goals reamin
Still pigeon-holed status quo sucks cuz I haven’t changed
Yo I ??
represent
No you ain’t busting no rhymes, man
The only thing thing busting is your ass if you don’t sell those records &
Tapes, kid
I do my work
You ladies better run for cover
Cuz I’m the lyrical lover I stimulate and penetrate you like no other
I’m a hip-hop transformer
A sexual performer Best get out of my way
Cuz I’m turning the corner
So let me start with my present I’m the phat Illmont resident
Getting more play than our current president
Ladies start the bump
Let’s get the bass to thump
I’m Ian and I’m calling out the motherfucking chumps
Cuz I’m badder than Darth Vader I’m called the Terminator
Lyrically you all know that I’m the dominator
You’re not ready for me and all that I bring
Cuz I float like a butterfly and sting like a bee
So now you all know it’s true that the C22 crew is coming for you
With a beat that’s brand new
That’s right cuz I’m the big smooth and you be feeling my groove
Yeah I’m the motherfucker showing Jordan his moves
Seven different members
Meaning seven different names
Meaning seven different mouths speaking seven different ways
All common goals reamin
Still pigeon-holed status quo sucks cuz I haven’t changed
Yo I’m not saying it again, I want props
Yo you best step away from the mic before I get Ike Turner on your ass
Aw fuck
You wanna get jumped chump punk?
Come press your luck by our whole crew we all stone you
Own you, for a while you just wasn’t looking
But what you gonna do?
(Whoo, is that Mingus over there?)
Yeah you hear me talking
Spitting out the candy for your ears
Move your rears to this Ghetto booty shaking
Taking it all and yo raking the dough in ho
And me and my boys in 22 you just don’t know we be pimping in the clubs
With my man Jeff singing reggae dub with Perm, TM, Ian, and KG, Kirk E
Fresh, me I’m Mingus and our boy J-E
Merch guys and roadies around the world this is your time so grab your girl
It’s time to show you what we do We’re not your little tools
TDE is down for me as I kick it old school
East coast Jersey represent don’t fuck with me cuz you can’t repent
What you say will come back to you If you doubt me just test my crew
Don’t break my trust cuz I’m no fool and you starting rumors doesn’t make you
Cool
Just a punk ass bitch with too much time and until you talked shit everything
Was fine
But now it’s too late what’s said is said
You’re getting fucked up this is the end.
Biotch
Seven different members
Meaning seven different names
Meaning seven different mouths speaking seven different ways
All common goals reamin
Still pigeon-holed status quo sucks cuz I haven’t changed
Eight different members, eight different names
Eight different mouths speaking eight different ways
All common goals remain
Still pigeon-hole status quo sucks cuz we haven’t changed