Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Joy , by - Mitch Ryder. Song from the album Rev Up Best Of Mitch Ryder & Detroit Wheels, in the genre ПопRelease date: 15.02.2007
Record label: Parlophone
Song language: English
Joy |
| Joyyyyyyyyyyyyyy |
| Oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh |
| Joyyyyyyyyyyyyyy |
| Joyyyyyyyyyyyyyy |
| Oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh — so sick! |
| Joyyyyyyyyyyyyyy |
| Oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh |
| Timbo, what they do They try to be like Missy but they have no clue |
| On how I’m spittin over beats the way I move |
| I move so smooth in my shell toe shoes |
| Now put the needle on the record, show’n’prove |
| Since ninety-two I came to win and never lose |
| They try to stop a chubby chick from comin through |
| My belly out and sellin out these venues |
| My skills, will fulfill, those who drink booze |
| My attitude is super cool like I’m subdued |
| And those who fake I take on you and your dudes |
| I rule the streets I break 'em down with no tools |
| And Misdemeanor give the finger to y’all fools (HOLLA!) |
| Whoever doubted that I’m 'bout it check the news |
| And if you snooze on me this year your ass will lose |
| Cause I will bruise, my loose screws is like ooh |
| When I come out get your release dates moved |
| This year y’all gon’all lose sleep |
| I break 'em off somethin, break 'em off somethin |
| This year y’all gon’all lose sleep |
| This year y’all gon’all lose sleep, when I break 'em off somethin, break 'em off somethin (BIG SHOUT OUT TO TIMBERLAND) |
| This year you hear a real MC, when I break break b-b-break break break… |
| I flow over a beat that make a chick weave blow |
| And those who try to compete to the wall I throw |
| So I drop it low, 808 kick low |
| Like oh oh-oh oh, oh oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh |
| Mr. Mos', this beat he compose |
| While I kill the track, leave your ears decomposed |
| Fake rappers, this year your lies will be exposed |
| Like oh oh-oh oh, oh Missy steal the show-ow-ow |
| Spit on breakbeats, make rappers lose sleep |
| Make labels unable drop they artists on leak |
| I keep 'em knee deep, need me, be me Hardly, and basically, I do it nice and slow-ow-ow |
| I’m slowin, the track down, so you don’t miss the shit |
| that Misdemeanor talkin like that chronic get you super high |
| This year y’all gon’all lose sleep |
| I break 'em off somethin, break 'em off somethin |
| This year you hear a real MC |
| Oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh |
| This year y’all gon’all lose sleep, when I (MIKE JONES! WHO?) |
| break 'em off somethin, break 'em off somethin (MIKE JONES! WHO? MIKE JONES!) |
| This year you hear a real MC (GEYEAH!) |
| Break 'em off somethin, break 'em off somethin |
| See I’m a pimp that’s on my grind, I hustle like all the time |
| I speak what’s on my mind, my teeth’ll make you blind |
| My heat’ll lay you down, whenever you come around |
| Forsaken out there mistreated your life’ll be deleted |
| Cause I don’t play dat, you know I don’t play dat |
| Wherever you talkin noise is where you gon’lay at |
| I’m «Supa Dupa Fly"like Missy Missy |
| Before the fame majors used to diss me But now I’m on top, I’m hot I can’t stop |
| Before my deal came my shows was sold out |
| House been on the hill, diamonds been in my grill |
| I’m trill like U.G.K., you know I keep it real |
| I’m who, Mike Jones, WHO? |
| Mike Jones |
| WHO? |
| Mike Jones and I can’t be cloned |
| 2−8-1, 3−3-oh, 8-zero-zero-fo' |
| That’s my cell phone number, hit me on the low |
| I got |
| Hold up, I see a lot of folks in here sittin 'round like your shoes too tight |
| If you wear a size 10, don’t cram yo’shit up in a size 6 ladies |
| Be proud of yo’big-ass feet |
| We came to party up in this bitch |