Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Warfare, artist - Joe Budden. Album song Mood Muzik 3 (The Album), in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 08.10.2015
Record label: Amalgam, Stage One
Song language: English
Warfare |
| You’re now hearin hip hop at it’s finest |
| I’m just criminal minded |
| The Ed Hardy with the fine fit (oh) |
| Track just started, no need to rewind it |
| Me, I’m bringin' fresh air back, I’m rap’s heimlich |
| Got 'em all sick is that vomit? |
| Ew you nasty |
| Man I’ll smack your skin if you feel you past it |
| It’s like we lions against Lassies |
| Niggas ain’t nice, they lyin, the flow ass cheek |
| I’m on the beat like Contra POW |
| Steamroll over shit, I’m in a Tonka now |
| This ain’t about radio, see I’m beyond the dial |
| But still strong arm a nigga, E. Honda style (ow) |
| The inserts of your album put my ganja out |
| That sweeter than the lip gloss on Rihanna’s mouth |
| Y’all sleepin, in pajamas on your momma’s couch |
| I’m freakin, in the Bahamas throwin condoms out |
| Hold up dog, these felons ain’t predicates, hands castle delicate |
| Metal spit, leave 'em on the field like Everett (oh) |
| I does my own stunts, like the Jackie Chan movie |
| Mismatch, belt Prada but the pants Louie |
| If you ain’t fair to me, then your whole camp sushi |
| Rockin Iceberg when niggas didn’t understand Snoopy |
| Damn moolies, chain of command’s ran through me |
| You and your man uzi, +Slow Down+ like Brand Nubie |
| Can’t do me, grant to me, like a man groupie |
| If that’s the number one pick, then he Sam Bowie |
| And I hate to blow a homie on your mans |
| You ain’t Kid Rock, can’t box the Tommy with your hands |
| Motherfucker |
| I was really in the lobby with the grands tryna take guap |
| In the hallway, all day, is or it ain’t hot |
| Listen to Hot 9, like what do they got |
| That I don’t, With a blindfold I see everyone they say’s hot |
| It’s too easy, I’m feelin like I’m a cheater (why?) |
| The flow heavy, your’s light like a slice of pita (haha) |
| When moms was pregnant she was lightin reefer |
| That’s why I’m nice, in the middle of Alaska I’ll write a heater |
| I’m just cool and rough, hoody matchin my Adidas |
| Pants with the permanent wrinkles like I am Ian Eagle |
| I will make every last one of you guys believers |
| Dudes is all lost, that’s my word, I’m playin timer’s keeper |
| Treat me like a big brother, slash fifth tucker |
| Let the cig snuff you, you a kid, fuck ya |
| Cocked AK, Mayday, listenin to +Dre Day+ |
| Can’t call me, dick in the mouth, somethin like Ray J |
| They like Steve Irwin up against the stringray |
| Heat up like Jean Gray, when somethin with the beans spray |
| Uh, take a sip of E&J, then a little puff or two |
| Get some butt, then kick out the slut, you’s a bugaboo (haha) |
| Weak dressers, in the ring I’m Mr. Wonderful |
| Paul Orndorff, man y’all all soft and huggable |
| Y’all dealin with a pro here, that don’t care |
| Y’all stiff and worn out like a closet with old gear |
| And I ain’t goin nowhere |
| Producers know I’m the best thing over those snares |
| But you speakers whack, Ortiz I overdose like the needle’s packed |
| I be’s in a zone, then I give the speakers back |
| Hold up Joell, the +Ether's+ back |
| See I’m rap’s Larry Johnson, redid my contract, now the Chief is back |
| So blame it on fatigue |
| Have you like Greg Oden, injured before your first game in the league |
| I’m spendin old faces, niggas took my style |
| Gotta steal my own shit back like O.J. |
| did |
| Might size you and your spouse, have guys go in your house |
| With ridges on the nose of the rifle like Alf! |
| POW! |