| Joey!
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| Tahaha
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| That N.J. bullshit, I’m on it
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| I’m on the same shit I’ve been on really
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| Niggas probably just ain’t know I was on it
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| Amalgam, look here
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| I mean (oh!)
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| Still regular, just stuck in a rapper’s body
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| Made some bread off this shit but still rap’s a hobby
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| I never got an invite, I had to crash the party
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| Now it’s just models inside, I’m at the after party
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| I set trends, here’s somethin for the fags to copy
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| Suc-ceed and everybody from the past gets salty (but I)
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| I get in the booth and own that bitch
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| Won’t stop 'til all my brothers are Jonas rich
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| Or wealthy, not rich, fuck it, see I aspire to be Mr. Buffett
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| Warren, not from just tourin
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| I used to grind, hustle hard for some hot Jordan’s ('til)
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| 'Til my mind went beyond and all that got borin
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| The streets watchin but it’s outlook is not important (nah)
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| I’m tryin to pocket a fortune without the stocks soarin
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| If you ain’t into gettin paper, let it be (just know we)
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| Just know we too parallel to every meet, think about it now (oh!)
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| You can go to hell
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| You can go to hell
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| You can go to hell
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| You can go to hell
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| Ya mean?
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| I never really cared for what, mother, other motherfuckers had to say about a
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| nigga
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| I ain’t never really gave a fuck
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| I got a place all you niggas can go
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| A first class tickets for all you niggas
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| Not even coach (goin), cocksuckers
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| They say he can’t come to the hood, he got ran out
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| How’s he livin so good? |
| His money should’ve ran out (nah)
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| Figured he’d be thirsty for a hand out
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| Or livin at his man’s house, none of that ever panned out
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| Call him fake ass
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| Say «he as fake as, his girl’s fake ass»
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| Say «we don’t hear him on the radio and he ain’t been out in so long
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| Dude can’t even rap», you couldn’t be so wrong (Joey!)
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| Got a different type of censorship
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| So whatever I’m blessed with, I don’t mention it (I don’t even mention it)
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| That shit is soft (plus)
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| And my motto is when you get inside the end zone, act like you’ve been there
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| before
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| Says somethin about your character to always brag
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| So if you never had, act like you always have, for real
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| Here’s somethin to adhere to, be careful
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| Cause with so much dick in your mouth, it’s hard to hear you, pause
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| Look what you niggas made me do
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| Had to pause somethin
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| Ya mean?
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| I don’t even be on no pause bullshit neither
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| I’m a grown ass man, I ain’t even got time for it but
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| Every now and then you gotta make an exception!
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| Look, they say don’t argue with fools, me I do it for debate sake
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| I’m the nigga that embrace hate
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| Take a minute, think about how much ya cake weigh? |
| (and then)
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| Then know I’m on your mind havin a great stay (and then)
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| Actually, I hope to never have to vacate
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| You see I’m much more vaca than AK
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| How you premeditate hate? |
| (nigga)
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| At least have the balls to nay say when a nigga face to face
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| Let’s see if you still wanna disrespect the King, savior (I doubt that)
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| I’ll introduce you, in case you never seen a razor
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| All that mean behavior
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| Have whatspoppin.net at ya wake and use the pic for my screensaver (nigga)
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| See I ain’t losin no sleep
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| You a small piece of bark and I’m on to the whole tree
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| And please, know there’s never been a nigga more «I don’t give a fuck»
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| than Joe is
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| Even before show biz (oh!)
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| Cause what I always try to explain to a nigga
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| Niggas like a small thing to a giant
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| It’s like minute, it’s like
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| I’m lookin at so much other shit like
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| Fuckin mental midget niggas man
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| Joey! |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Go to Hell , by - Joe Budden. Song from the album Halfway House, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп