[Intro: Joe Budden] Let me just make this statement Loud and clear - Jerseys here Some dudes got problems wit me Over there - I aint care Some people see me creep They mack all type - thats alright You know I slurp my drink Im clipped inside - kids aight (Just Blaze!) [Verse: Joe Budden] Yes yall its 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!) Dont get it twisted the gun is on me (now) This chicks wit her man frontin on me Ill holla at her when she done wit homie Cause, Jump Off I got a ton of grown freaks One named Tasha, one named Monique Ones divad 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! Ones real ghetto, dont give a reason She knows Im not her man, she dont 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 heres new shit Playboy I keep exclusives to make dudes see less units (cmon!) [Chorus: Busta Rhymes] Cant stop wont 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 Theres some hoes in this house Theres 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? [Verse: Busta Rhymes] Guess whos coming? It be the God of the flows It be the God of the spitting It be the God of the blows Youll 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 aint finished wit yall Before I diminish let me handle my business wit yall 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 its at [Chorus] [Bridge: Joe Budden] Let me just make this statement Loud and clear - Jerseys here Some dudes got problems wit me Over there - I aint care Some people see me creep They mack all type - thats alright You know I slurp my drink Im clipped inside - kids aight [Verse: Joe Budden] Yes yes yall who aint believe me? Dont be fooled it aint this easy All yall so n sos shamed, that cheesy You wonder why people dont go and spend they change on a weekly (But) Whos fly in rap? I in fact By myself, no one behind the attack And fuck Sound Scan, I aint BUYING that Cause yall sell em to the stores then buy em back Now one hot storm, well fly and rap If the rest of you provide is wack I see creativity dying fast Im glad producers charge so high for they tracks (tell em why though) Now they do it all, you just applying the rap Honestly now, its not the economys down Now rap dudes suck they own pee hole The wacker the music the bigger the ego Fans left suffering, gasping! And its embarassing! Jump Off Im the aspirin Im still hungry, Im still fasting Yall fade out, Im just getting it cracking [Chorus] [Outro] Whoo! [repeat to fade]
Artist: Joe Budden Busta Rhymes
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