House Slippers lyrics - Joell Ortiz
One two one two
Turn this thing up a lil' bit, yeah
For those who been wonderin what's goin on with Joell Ortiz
It's a lot man, a lot
Feels like I finally found my (House Slippers)
My mind was goin, I stood around niggaz
Wearin this poker face like I'm holdin aces
That so wasn't the case, this
business is such a business, don't take it personal
It's more than these beats and lettin verses go
Don't end up locked in and whylin
Like a deaf person buyin a Roley better watch what you signin
Freedom is overrated until they take it
When it's gone feel like nothin can replace it
Shakin the hand that's feedin you but you hate it
Disappointed in meetings cause of your weight, just
imagine this man with your career in his hands
Givin a fuck about your fans; he just lookin at that black and white
Seein you ain't sell too well
You tryin to tell him that you was on an indie that wasn't actin right
He don't care, them numbers fucked up his appetite
Your past just fucked you twice like a hermaphrodite
You watchin niggaz win who ain't half as nice
Faced with the choice of givin in or hit the pad and write
But see, the fans can't know
So you leakin freestyles and you nailed that flow
Kids leavin out of venues like, "He killed that show!"
Screamin YAOWA everywhere but you ain't on that though
Your loved ones sick all in the mist of this
Watchin moms shoot insulin is ridiculous
Your son got a mask on, his asthma bad
His older brother actin up cause he don't have his dad
The grind took forever but it happened fast
Listen close y'all, it happened fast
Red-Eye flights out to Cali, sign to Aftermath
Come back and sign to Koch, you and Allen laugh
You drop a album over here, left the label over there
Finally let it go y'all, the past's the past
Sorry for the delay on your order
But even in my off time I ran around the world with the Slaughter
My alter, ego is a quarter
of the best rap group but I'm back to bein me, yeah the Puerto
Rican, niggaz standin on the corner
with that work for the fiends who wanna hear him more maturer
Story from a project nigga, a New Yorker
Gettin money with the I'll-still-fuck-a-nigga-up-quick aura
Man, this ain't for radio play
This for the Radio Raheems who let their radio play
For the heads on the neck clickin, lookin for the best writtens
Turnin to their man like, "You hear what he say?"
Y'all niggaz tryna recreate back in the days
I'm just tryin to rap my ass off
Hopin maybe I'll impress a few niggaz from back in the day
Because I'm finishin these new niggaz that's rappin today
You turn this up, but not too loud niggaz
Feels like I finally found my (House Slippers)
["House Slippers" echoes and fades out]
Cold World lyrics - Joell Ortiz (feat. Lee Carr)
I got money on my hip
Man, this is a cold world
And the suckers want me dead
Damn, this is a cold world
Cause all I see is hate
And their eyes promise they won't be too far
Man, ain't this a cold world?
This is a shivering cold, freaky below
Listen, the nigga are frozen
But did you know
That it could explode?
Man you can get the hate
You can get the play
She shows her body nowhere to tell
Respect that you drop the weapon
Don't try to hide it
Come off the rocks from your neck
You better watch it, you sexin'
We beat the opposite sex
This is how the story gets told
I got money on my hip
Man, this is a cold world
And the suckers want me dead
Damn, this is a cold world
Cause all I see is hate
And their eyes promise they won't be too far
Man, ain't this a cold world?
Live your life on the street
While you're trying to eat
The dodge is dying to keep the ball
I'm so cold I kill the heat
The shit I did
Don't tell the person you were as a kid
I'm afraid a man could come
I'm just praying to my momma
The scenarios were playing in my head
All my pain is gone
Though it ain't nothing to fear
But I feel like
I got money on my hip
Man, this is a cold world
And the suckers want me dead
Damn, this is a cold world
Cause all I see is hate
And their eyes promise they won't be too far
Man, ain't this a cold world?
Dream On lyrics - Joell Ortiz
They consider this shit backpacking when a nigga just love rapping
Club packing, word flipping acronym acrobating
Verb spitting and nouns only your mind fathom
Synchronize with the drum on Ill Mind pattern
Long as I got this beat in heart, I’m ripping beats apart
I ain't know myself when [?], and still piece of art
No frat boys, no skinny jeans
I’m more like the Fat Boys and Heavy D
In ’86 spitting free in the park
I’ve been patiently waiting
Busting my brain and creating this album making a statement
Its understatement, I’m taking rap flow to plateau
These assholes you clap fo’
Just can’t go they mad slow this fast forward
Thinking [?] we skipping pass those
Theatrical fiascoes in your whack show
I’m baffled by the skill you niggas lack though
Choruses repeating, its boring whatchu speaking
I’m at war with all you heathens
I’m a warrior emceeing. Man I’m killing ‘em
[Samples:]
"He’s back give him room to breath"
"Ortiz don’t confuse me with these other cats"
"The best across the board" "New York"
"When I'm holding this mic I don't just speak"
"He’s back give him room to breath"
"Be proud of me and coming up in rap"
"The best across the board"
"When I'm holding this mic I don't just speak"
Niggas tiptoe all around me, bunch of ballerinas
I see ya’ll calling out of work with the coward fever
Shit, I wouldn’t want it with the Yaowa either
[?]
Nigga line a hundred niggas up and watch a hundred niggas drop
In hundred different spot, bunch of Dalmatians
I play this fire in my drive when I’m riding through your block
Lifting everybody up call that salvation
[Samples:]
"He’s back give him room to breath"
"Ortiz don’t confuse me with these other cats"
"The best across the board" "New York"
"When I'm holding this mic I don't just speak"
"He’s back give him room to breath"
"JO E double L O"
"Another Yaowa champ when I touch the mic"
"When I'm holding this mic I don't just speak"
I deliver you from either when you’re listening to yo’ speakers turned up
Like the club, yeah I get in with my sneakers and my workout [?]
Feel my dick through these Adidas sweatpants
I don’t dance, two stepping with a leader of whateva
But whateva though I’m clever so ya’ll never know
When I’mma lead [?] kicking better flow
Dan dan dan dan, I’m telling ya’ll its about to go down
Music Saved My Life lyrics - Joell Ortiz (feat. B.o.B, Mally Stakz)
[Joell Ortiz:]
Uhh, yeah
Early on I knew I was a fan
Hummed the ice cream truck beat holdin momma's hand
Told 'em to turn it up in the dollar van
Nobody moonwalked better in they pajama pants
I used to try to tap like Gregory Hines
"Lean On Me" word for word, I knew every line
My moms blast that Anita Baker
No wonder I can bake it with a piece of paper
Yeah, lookin back, daddy left bad
It was cool though, music was my step-dad
I was raised by Stevie Wonder
Lionel Richie, Luther and all the Jackson brothers
Used to close my eyes and see far away
On harder days I would chop it up with Marvin Gaye
It was just a matter of time
I took a crack at a rhyme and worked this magic of mine
[Chorus: Mally Stakz (Joell Ortiz)]
So when I felt like doin wrong, you helped me get it right
And when I felt like givin up, you gave me one more try
And when I felt like it was over, you didn't let me die
No, you didn't let me die; music, you saved my life
(So many different artists I get soul from) Yeah
(Still I move to the beat of my own drum) Music, you saved my life
(I'm an avenue and street away where Hov from) Ohhh
(Rest in peace Biggie Smalls, baby baby!) Music, you saved my life
[B.o.B:]
Yo, uhh
Rocked a wave cap and bumpin gangsta rap
I grew up in an era where it was the thing to trap
It was the world that I was always angry at
A maniac full of rage with nowhere to aim it at
We came up in the hood but everybody ain't adapt
My parents did the best they could, I do my best to pay 'em back
I'll pay 'em back first, let me take it back
Wasn't no fashion, just airbrushed shirts and faded slacks
If you could do a lil' better you'd rock a Coogi sweater
All we knew was the hustle, we never knew no better
"Get it crunk" was the phrase, everyone could relate
We thought it'd last forever, who'd knew we'd be just a phase?
They labeled me a delinquent
Wasn't nothin that the teacher ever could teach me
It's a miracle I ain't get caught in this street shit
If it wasn't for hip-hop, I wouldn't be breathin
Bands
[Chorus]
[Joell Ortiz:]
Somebody pinch me, this can't be life
All these big cameras and fancy lights
Man, this must be a mistake (why?)
Just yesterday my mother cuttin the cake
On my 10th birthday she told me to make a wish
Here I am now surrounded by all of this (all of this)
Man, what a crazy life
Music, you really saved my life
You really saved my, life!
[Chorus]
Brothers Keeper lyrics - Joell Ortiz (feat. Royce Da 5'9", Joe Budden & Crooked I)
[Intro:]
They say blood thicker than water
But love thicker than blood
That's all I'm sayin'
Ay, you ain't even gotta look, look too far man
If y'all niggas need the YAOWA the YAOWA's there, I'm on call
Speed dial me
Quick question
[Hook:]
Are you my brothers keeper?
Am I your brothers keeper?
Are you my brothers keeper?
Am I your brothers keeper?
(My brothers I keep 'em close and I'mma keep on keepin')
[Verse 1 - Joell Ortiz:]
This shit done left music, we just fam now
Man I done brought niggas around who give a fuck 'bout rhyming
Gave 'em that look so y'all don't know but that's your man now
My shooters is yours, extra hands out
But not a hand-out
Nickle, you had me feelin' fly up in the No Fly
Walkin' through that Motorcity Inn like I was multi
Goons on both sides, somebody sneeze that nigga daddy wear a bow tie
And Crook, I'm always comfortable on your side
Sauce you a Boss, Horseshoe what it do?
C-Style hold ya head, Tray Deee can’t wait to meet you
And Jumpoff, when that whole shit jumped off, I ain’t gon name no names
But yeah I hoped that I ain’t come off grimy but dawgs I fuck wit them niggas
that’s why I never threw my gloves on
Needed to clear that up ‘cause that shit been really botherin’ me for dumb long
A nigga say something I’ll run in that nigga’s mouth
To everybody you Budden, to me you my nigga Mouse
[Hook]
[Verse 2 - Crooked I:]
Ring the alarm, we set the world on fire, oh yo!
Chemistry you never seen before
We the four, Well-known plus worth knowing you niggas either or
Even if we was poor never seen a tour
And Eminem didn’t put our CD in a convenience store anymore
We can still hit the streets and score
I help us finance our dreams on a triple beam
Never bicker for simple things
Loyalty is royalty with these Shady royalties
I will loyally help you pay all your lawyer fees
It’s much deeper than the art of rap
It’s realer than me signing a few autographs
Rocking my new slaughter tats
I was raised to keep it G since snap Starter hats
And bury our enemies like artifacts these are the facts
Like Chinese food in the fridge we a cold combination
Slaughter slaughter my whole conversation
[Hook]
[Verse 3 - Royce da 5'9":]
I'mma be mad cold and I’m cut this way, no matter where I’m at
It’ll be black roses on Mother’s day, on they mama front door mat
You know I'm, I’m quick to jump in front of fire in the line of fire
You ain’t got to ask what side I’m on I’m going homicide
May I simply cease to exist if I should be a bitch
If you should die and I should stay behind we actually a switch
As far as passing you a chick, you get the alley-oop you ask for the assist
This is a fact, it’s more than rap to me it's
More serious than holding a loaded gat to me I sold my soul to a bottle of Patron
And my favorite uncle died of an illness alchy related then he stole it back from me
And now he up in heaven like neph, you owe it back to me
I was taught that too much talking will make you fall faster
My actions show that I’m real I ain’t got to broadcast it
I called you and said that I had to fall back I had to recover
And here we are, that’s for my brothers
[Hook]
[Verse 4 - Joe Budden:]
Look, the love I got for ya’ll goes unsaid
Was there when me and shorty unwed
For that I’m always down to pump lead
We formed a bond against the cowards
Only grew over time in the studio for hours
And tours with no showers, and towns I never heard of was no small fort
But we was all sports, Slaughterhouse t-shirts in our ball shorts
Quik all that other shit, thats just other shit
Love is love, we ain't even gotta discuss this shit
The part that's sick G?
My brothers love me so much, I think their punch hit ya’ll harder than it hit me
Four of the best in the world, I put a M on it
And if that ain't enough I’m putting Em on it
We back to hogtying beats up and stepping on it
Back on our old shit just like Nino Bless is on it
Crowds screaming, the fans can get excited
And oh, as far as that question? I won't even dignify it
[Hook]
Q & A lyrics - Joell Ortiz
[Chorus:]
Let me tell you what I'ma do today
Today is just me and you, you and I for a Q and A
I know the questions you gon' ask, all I'ma do is say
what's on my mind; I'm just, tellin you why
This ain't, snapback meets New Era
This new era gets smacked 'til they necks snap back and that goes for whoever
I ain't done workin, I'm just one person
that promise to keep this shit pure, like a young virgin
Your dumb version of hip-hop got us uncertain
Your daughter dress like a nigga, nigga your son's twerkin
I'm still a two-stepper, steppin with two heffers
Still step to your crew extra quick, that's what I do, let's just
tell 'em why I'm such a thoroughbred
Born and raised in that Brook', you shook, look what my borough bred
[Chorus]
All this, time away from workin solo, snappin photos
with my bro-bros and the Slaughter's been an honor but I'm back to dolo
Feet is Nike, the hat is Polo, I'm no fashion logo
No gay bashin but if you tough then don't be actin homo
Let me tell y'all why I hit the tread
Wasn't to lose weight and get this bread, nah homie, you've been misled
Last year I shot a fair one with my nigga Fred
and damn near dropped dead, I should've won but I got whipped instead
I ain't like that so I stopped that liquor to the head
Dropped the Newports, copped new shorts and watched my figure shred
Y'all cuffin chickenheads
Speakin of cuffs, I made this slut marry my nigga in the Feds to give him visit head
Man let me tell y'all why I'm real rap
Why I don't need a rope chain or dress like Soul Train to bring that feel back
[Chorus]
This for those who ain't know that Ortiz spit clean
It's e'ry lil' girl birthday, here's a +Sweet Sixteen+
Went from a 40 waist to a 3-6 jean
But that 40's still on my waist with a mean sixteen
But I ain't here to talk how I protect myself
Or how I lived in the gym last year to perfect my health
Nah, we could rap off, I'll off you rap niggaz with a rap off
the top, I ain't wrapped too tight, back off!
Off the back door into the bleachers, hit the teacher off the backboard
and in, y'all in the in-crowd but mad off
Y'all God and Mike in tight slacks
with hard bottoms, hit the bottom hard after you moonwalk like Mike Jack'
Huh, B-R-B, I don't mean I'll be right back
I mean B, y'all R&B singin, I write RAPS!
"But Ortiz, you went all complex and said the shit!"
Yeah you right, aight cool, let me extend the clip
Penmanship, my pen is sick, you in the pen's then hit the bench and lift
Chest against the bar and do a extra six
E'ry year it's some new nigga they put the best against
Put they neck on the line but I twist it up like "The Exorcist"
If I'm your comp I understand why you a pessimist
Point blank with an infrared scope, bet these pests'll piss
they pants, can't shoot at Godzilla, man them pellets itch
The fire that be leavin my mouth'll melt your whole relevence
You lil' niggaz, lil' boys is cute
My bars hard, they hurt like Ray Mercer, you don't want it duke
So save the subs for Quiznos, keep the talkin mute
Cause I'll punch you in your big nose and watch your faucet shoot
Y'all chasin pop hits, FUCK a pop hit
One of my joints pop? Sheeit, another check deposit!
[Chorus]
Get Down lyrics - Joell Ortiz
Get down, Yeaaah
Uh, wave at me baby I'm wavy
White Tee and the yankee is navy
JOE L L, yeah I'm jiggling baby
Picking up ladies in that cinnamon Cedes
A1 flow I'm out here getting this gravy
Steak out my crib, turn you into filet mig-non
Cabron, I've been lifting this eighty
I turn your selfie to a pic in The Daily
News you know the rules, boy my city is crazy
Empire state with the liberty lady
The towers drop but them twins still around
Twin Glocks forty-orties And twin four pounds
Who wanna dance I spin you around
Bring you back and kiss you goodbye with a round
[Hook:]
Ahh, now shorty how that sound
I know you're from outta town round here
That's how we get down
You're in the city that shoot
Beside these bitches nothing really that cute
We get down
We don't play at the [?]
One band two band shaking the spot
We get down
Ain't nothing bummy around here
Girlfriend we getting money around here
This is how we get down
Ain't nothing funny around here
Girlfriend a lot of money around here
This is how we get down
Anywhere I'm at is the turn up (turn up)
They scream turn down, I'm yelling for what? (for what)
Winter time I turn the collar of my fur up
Summer time top down flipping birds up
Trying to tell these niggas, now I'm stunning on 'em word up
Fuck it I'm that nigga when it comes to fucking words up
Move without security, and post on any curb yep
Tryina bust a move and watch the eagle lift a bird up
Any now I wanna lift a bird up
Break her off crazy have her shaking like a nerve suck
Looking at her in the corner all curled up
Gave her the Anaconda now it's curled up
Pimp juice I should be Jheri curled up
Dripping from all this game that I'm kicking like the world cup
[Hook]
It's a whole lot money around here
Baby girl we get gully around here
I don't know how they got down there
But trust me we get it popping around here
Pop up pop bottles and pop ya'll ladies
Nah I don't pop molly cause I get crazy
I pop they pop, them nines pop baby
Pop off, nah pap's for real we don't play, Paa!
I get it live so easy, nah I don't mean do this for TV
But you see me
I make these bitches do the Houdini
Have 'em reappear in the Figi's in bikinis
You mad, you got it bad boy face facts
Do it big take a nice puff and tell her take that
Say Yes lyrics - Joell Ortiz (feat. Sahlance)
[Sahlance:]
If God, came to you
And asked you, "Will you give me your all?"
Would you say yes?
{"Heatmakerz"}
Lord I'm all yours, forgive me for all flaws
There's so many, there's so many, there's so many, there's so many
There's so many, there's so many, I've been disobeyin yo' laws
I've been livin life how I felt, I've been sayin yes when I want
I've been dippin into temptation, it was that fool's gold that I'd flaunt
It was them devil riches I seeked, it was all of your jewels that I lost
Lord I wanna take this time to thank you, even when I started drivin off course
You ain't let me crash into that wall, feel like I was never drivin at all
I felt yo' hands all on that wheel, heard yo' voice in every dope deal
Saw yo' light in every dark thought, I was out here ignorin your will
I left yo' side but you ain't leave mine, how many times I said "It's the last time"?
Lord I just gotta get off this last time, I'm a get a job, save every last dime
I lied to my God, life is so hard, one of my most used excuses
For me to just, hold tools and live ruthless, buyin that ProTools was just useless
Dust collectin, wait a fuckin second, I just cussed cause check it, even though I'm rappin
Lot of blessings happen, it feel like I'm slappin even more than before, am I disrespectin
When I'm spittin this message every time I can? Will my fans accept it? Should I even care?
Still second guessin when I know what's first, I'm a miss this blessin, man I'm just confessin
Yeah I'm out the hood but e'rything ain't good (e'rything ain't good, but e'rything ain't good)
[Bridge:]
There's so many, there's so many, there's so many
There's so many things that I could
Be out here doin and knowin that I should and if it's not gettin done, I'm addin more wood
To the fire I'm a burn in later, when I turn the savior gon' be standin there like "You would
Be in my kingdom, but I was singin, and your ears was ringin, you would feel that tinglin
Kinda scratch it off, and continue minglin in a party drinkin, all that unclean thinkin
While they blastin off, your new record felt good now, didn't it? You was on fire, now it's infinite"
Man I'm gettin scared as I'm writin this, but I'm quiet in the flame as I'm spittin it
See this is my deliverance, for the first time I ain't only talkin, I'm livin it
No more layin down with women just lustin disgusting, trust me my faith is unlimited
No more postin and pivotin on blocks like I'm gettin it, countin dividends
Work up in the Timberlands, servin 'em like Wimbleton, hurtin my community worse, every person I distributed
I attributed to they spirit givin in, so every time they sin again that's another strike for me
Can't believe that kind of livin was aight with me, man FUCK my life, they say life's a B
Guess I was fuckin her too, no surprise to me, since I was handin out pipe for free
5-foot-3, nice physique, hop up in the ride with me and lean back in the driver's seat
Every night with a stranger, but look how I changed up, I'm chillin on the road, got my wife with me
And my boobie's smooth while all the groupies drooled, she just smilin and enjoyin this life with me
But see lyin to God has only lied to me, so Lord, them dopeboys still tied to me
I ain't buyin ki's but they'll die for me and I'll die for them, that feels right to me
If I'm wrong keep your scrawnies [?] and fight for me, I got a little bit of Christ in me
But I ain't perfect, I feel that worship for your word as it grows inside of me
But I feel guilty cause though I feel it I don't fully embrace it, man I just conceal it
'Til we all alone and then my knees get filthy as I drop before you like "Lord, you feel me?
You must think I'm silly, even I don't feel me, " feel like I'm actin while my conscience filming
Feel like my soul is sayin "Joell, really?" Feel like my soul is sayin "Joell, really?!"
There's so many, there's so many, there's so many, there's so many
Things I gotta fix for any of your joy really fulfills me
Forgive me Lord, man
[Sahlance:]
Say yes, ohhhhh
Say yes, say yes
Say yes, ohhhhh
Better Than lyrics - Joell Ortiz (feat. Maino & Kaydence)
[Chorus - Kaydence:]
Could've been still up in the hood shakin up
Stickin stickin up anyone that would come through
Ma poor, I was livin up, middle finger up
Still don't give a fuck, better man it was untrue
Straight livin better now, Gucci sweater now
Drop top the Benz, I'm the man girlfriend
So when they ask me how I do, I'm doin better
I'm doin better than I should
[Joell Ortiz:]
I know they all had me counted out
Gettin all that illegal money I would count it out
In front of a corner bodega I was down and out
With a gun on my waist for the haters I would shout it out
"FUCK THE WORLD!!" From the loudest mouth
And I meant every word of that and that's without a doubt
Every day it would never change, just the same old thang
Tryin to come up with different ways for me to spray some change
Ramen noodles, beef patties from right up the block
Chicken wings, french fries from the Chinese spot
Good smoke, plastic cups filled up to the top
And dice games that I would stick up if I lost a lot
Say what y'all wanna say, that's just how I was
Before this music popped I was a different Yaowa cuz
Like, "Where you from? Who you know?
Where you goin?" Thank God that I could flow
[Chorus]
[Joell Ortiz:]
I daydreamed about this on the stairs
With good weed smoke cloudin up the hallway air
Brown paper bag coverin the strongest beer
In my project lobby, now my lobby got a concierge
I remember all the winters troopin up the ave
Snow was everywhere, I'm tryin not to bust my ass
Walk the furthest from the curb cause with the luck I had
That disgustin splash used to soak me when the bus would pass
Now the bus look like an ant when I'm takin flight
And I could turn a boring day into a Vegas night
From that pint of E&J that I would chase with Sprite
to them pretty bottles of Ros on the way with lights
I fantisize, now I'm livin out my fantasy
I know them haters mad at me like "Yo, how can this be?"
I fuck, two bad bitches in a row
E'ry day I thank God that I could flow
[Chorus]
[Maino:]
Woo! Maino!
Thank God I found heaven, yup
Peace sign, that's me, throwin my blessings up
Could've been in that cell prayin they let me up
Daydreamin 'bout bein free, I'm missin much
Could've been six feet deep in a hole
Trapped in the game, the devil after my soul
Could've been in back of the car traffic and blow
But I'm lion-hearted, I found the yellow brick road
Now it's plenty liquor, singles for these strippers
Goddamn right if she dime, I'm gon' lick her
Young dope boys, they screamin "I'm that nigga"
Send bad bitches, me and my niggaz!
Thinkin back on my worse days
Now we sip champagne when we thirsty
Hey! I guess I'm livin like I should
When they ask me how I'm doin, I say "Better than good!"
[Chorus]
Phone lyrics - Joell Ortiz (feat. GiGi Daai)
[GiGi Daai:]
This is a story about love
About the beauty of havin it
And the agony of losin it
[Joell Ortiz:]
Nah, those ain't his kids, but shit they might as well be
He kept food on that table, made sure they was nice and healthy
They got a dead-beat father, but such a stand-up daddy
He can't figure out why his children's mom is so unhappy
He notice little things, she's startin arguments more often
And he ain't comin home to that plate of food like before when
everything was new and every night was tender love and care
Now he layin down on this side, she way the fuck over there
Can't even look in his eyes, missin the way she stared
as he told her how he felt while his fingers ran through her hair
No communication, they whole relationship's hi and bye
He used to hate shoppin with her, now everything's buy and fly
The other day he asked himself, "You just sittin here cryin, why?
Them tears won't make you see things clear, nigga dry your eyes
Y'all best friends, this was built on a lot of lovin
You wanna get back to the top? Get to the bottom of this"
[Joell Ortiz:]
It don't feel too good on the wake up
No breakfast cookin, you could smell the scent of break-up
Time just runnin by while his heart is yellin "Wait up!"
How they still together but he prayin that they make up
It don't feel too good in the evening
No dinner cooked, you could smell the scent of deceivin
E'rybody home, still he feels all alone
And he did what no man should ever do, he went through shorty phone
[Joell Ortiz:]
Smiley face, L-O-L
"I miss you, when I'm seein you again boy, what the hell?"
And he replied, "Hey boo, you know I miss you as well
I just can't play this game no longer, now give that boy his farewell"
And she replied "I know but.." - homie could read no more
Threw her iPhone on the floor and let out the most hurtful roar
Then she walked in the door and said "Baby, are you okay?"
He said, "Bitch I ain't your baby, what games is you try and play?"
Held up her phone like "Really? This what you doin while I'm away
bustin my ass, takin care of them bills that you never pay?"
And all she had to say was "You went through my phone?" It's fine
He's screamin "How 'bout the kids?" She yellin "Well those is mine!"
The love turned into hate and the hate turned to despise
all in a matter of seconds, he wanted her not alive
Threw his hand around her neck and squeezed, she coughin for her breath
He lost it, wants to lay her in that coffin for a rest
Suddenly, she starts to feel the air restorin in her chest
His lil' boy is on her right side, his daughter on her left
They cryin, she cryin, he cryin, what a mess
Lookin around like "Man, none of this shit is right" and so he left
Filled his gas tank up and then came flyin out that Hess
Drivin while he's stressed, no kinda destination but my guess
is he ain't care where he was goin and how long it took to get there
His heart and soul was weak, he on the local streets in fifth gear
I was wrong though, he knew where he was goin and just why
He pulled up to that lake where they had met that one July
Lookin in his rear-view at a life that looks so dry
The water seem refreshin so he floored it, and told the world goodbye
[Joell Ortiz:]
His loved ones filled his wake up
Tears steady drippin, people trippin on the way up
They view him in that casket hopin maybe he would wake up
His suit is extra sharp, they did a good job on his make-up
Don't feel too good on this evening
A lot of dinner cookin, smell a scent of flowers breathin
Packed funeral home, still he feels all alone
Cause he did what no man should ever do, he went through shorty phone
[GiGi Daai:]
It's wrong so hard
It's wrong so hard
It's wrong, it's wrong
Everybody knows it's wrong
Baby? Baby?
"The PCS telephone number you dialed is temporarily not in service.
Message five-sixty-one, three."
Candy lyrics - Joell Ortiz (feat. Mally Stakz)
{"Heatmakerz..."}
[Chorus - Mally Stakz:]
I call her Candy (Candy)
My honey bun, my sugar pie
My Candy (Candy)
She give me everything I want
I call her Candy (I call her Candy)
And if it all came crashin down
I still got Candy (I still got Candy)
My Candy girl (Candy girl, yeah)
[Joell Ortiz:]
That's right
Uhh, my sweet lil' some'in some'in
No matter what, I ain't givin baby up for nuttin
Cause she was there when Joell was just a motherfuckin
tryin to rap basketball player, try and hustle onions
Y'all don't know what we been through, it wasn't simple
She was bringin them ends through when it was rent due
I would scoop her from uptown inside that rental
Drive gentle, niggaz starin cause she a ten too
Flyest thing on the block, had to bag her up
She look soft but hard-body, I be crackin up (haha)
My lil' boo be doin big things
Shorty got a bunch of nicknames
But I
[Chorus]
[Joell Ortiz:]
Yup, uhh
We maneuvered around the ups and downs
Them times I ain't go to pick her up I was fuckin 'round
She still put all that money up when they was comin down-
-town to bail me out when I bailed on her for a couple pounds
She bought me all my Air Max's and I would run the town
Spinnin Pun around in my CD player and bubble down
If it wasn't for shorty-wop y'all wouldn't love my sound
Candy funded all of my early work on the underground
Before the red-eye flights and all the limelight
I lived the high life baby, she had my mind right
24/7 from A.M. until the twilight
Baby made sure I was aight
[Chorus]
[Mally Stakz:]
Say you're my Candy girl
Ooh girl you rock my world
I know you love me
Can't nobody take you from me, nah
Say you're my Candy girl
Ooh girl you rock my world
I know you love me
Can't nobody take you from me, nah nah
[Joell Ortiz:]
It's hard to find a love like this y'all
We hung out on that sixth floor when I was piss poor
Tired the elevator broke and it was piss all
on the staircase so we stepped it up, they was pissed off
Cause you turn "I hope that" into a cold fact
They watched them dirty Bo Jack's become a gold Ac'
I'm married to a new bitch and shorty know that
But she'll be ready if I go back!
[Chorus]
Crack Spot lyrics - Joell Ortiz
Water, jar, coke, soda
Fire, pot, stir, slower
Ice, fluff, whip, boulder
Dry, cut, bag, over!
Don't tell me that it's [?]
Baby boy, you on the grind, find a back block
Cop a hoopty, go see Louie for a stash spot
I'm posted up until they come and get this last rock
I toast it up wit' my niggas on the strip wit' me
[?] for my good niggas, that's history
Man, I don't check the mail without that fifth wit' me
It's sixteen in that thing and it spit fully!
We out here runnin' from the man, duckin' all them vans
Takin' care of all the homies stuck up in the can
Sittin' in somebody kitchen cuttin' up these grams
If you ain't never seen it, boy you wouldn't understand
Safe in that stash house tuckin' all them bands
Hoodrats watchin' but we pluckin on they hens
Money over hoes, nigga G's up
Lawyer money, pocket money and that re-up
[Hook:]
Jackpot, I run the crack spot
Fiends runnin' back and forth to get these blacktops
Jackpot, I run the crack spot
Nobody leavin' 'til the finished wit' that last rock
Ain't a damn thing change, I'm out here gettin' change
It's a part of the game, boy I'm out here in the rain
The hood know my name, boy and my shit ring
Since I don't play no games, boy I let that shit ring
It's rules to this shit, a step by step booklet
To get yo' game on track, not yo' wig pushed back
Yeah I make that coke leave, then make that shit come back
I'm Fat Joe on that stove, gotta get, cook, crack!
I'm tryna get it, let some fiends hit it
Let 'em lean wit' it, make sure they Bean wit' it
If they become a Rocket, then we Hakeem wit' it
Post up e'rywhere and let that Dream wit' it
Hurricane Sandy, I flood the scene wit' it
Yo' white girl dirty, my baby clean wit' it
Environmentalists, I'm gettin green wit' it
And it's never over when everythings finished
[Hook]
I see you gettin' paper, see you out here trappin'
But if you ain't on my team, anything can happen
I ain't out here rappin' to be rappin'
I'm rappin' cause this is the new way of trappin'
Baby boy, I get it crackin'
Get ya head busted, get ya face smacked in
Ya boy so hood, my old lady packin'
Anyway, back to that trap, I ain't slackin'
Just got a new package and broke it into fractions!
Got the block jumpin', Blake Griffen action
You got 'em like CP3, they all passin'
You ain't got that fire, you sellin' wet matches
I don't sell duds, e'rybody blasted
Don't hate me homie, don't hate the game
Hate yo' connect homie, he gave you the 'caine
Or maybe it's yo' wack whip game that's to blame
Or maybe it's just me motherfucker, I do my thaaang!
[Hook]
Intro lyrics - Joell Ortiz
Let's start off with New York rapper Joell Ortiz.
He uhh, dropped an album on Koch then he was signed to Dr. Dre's Aftermath.
I remember him! And he came up here?
Yup!
He's the one that was drinkin the 40 in the video.
Right, well he's not signed to Dr. Dre anymore.
Looks like he was released from uhh, Aftermath.
That was short.
He never even got a chance to put out a single.
That was very short-lived, what happened?
[Joell Ortiz]
I don't know, shit, you tell me
All I did was made it a title of my new LP (Free Agent!)
I still got the streets in a frenzy
Still got that 40, but it's underneath the seat in my Chevy
I hop on any beat and I empty
When I'm squeezin my pen be sendin shots, e'rywhere like Dikembe
Rappers that you praise go out their way to befriend me
The rest stay out my way and probably pray they can end me
But let me make this so clear
My career's on a treadmill, I'm runnin this shit and ain't goin nowhere
Rockin on the scene with my team, all with no fears (Slaughter!)
'Til my pockets green like what's in between my nose hairs (ew!)
Nothin but flow here (look)
Like Puerto Rico when it's snowin in New York (what) oh yeah I go there
I'm fueled by the energy my foes share
I won't tap out, y'all assed out like the old Cher
Between me and you, rap dudes is so scared
I'm still in the hood with cashews and a cold beer
So not an industry nigga
Add 20 years and a beard to my elementary picture (Ortiz)
Same kid, same hunger, same drive
And I tip my hat to those that tried
But {"It's not the same"} - ever felt like you gotta do it? (man)
Well multiply that by a trillion, that's the YAOWA movement (ay!)
The reason that I get stupid and dumb when the track is movin
In order for God to find me, guess I had to lose it
I'm gone, flow strong but I still add subtractors to it
Imagine the dude you hear now, with a vast improvement
I'm harder than a blind man tryin to reconfigure a plastic Rubik
smeared in the nuclear reactor fluid
I parallel park grind, put my back into it
Know some Heathcliffs with spliffs, bunch of cats that blew it (damn!)
Failure? No, not me
That ain't gon' cut it, on my three
Look at sunshine through your cloudy doubt
My whole life been in a ring, don't ever count me out
Put Some Money On It lyrics - Joell Ortiz (feat. The LOX)
Grind Music bitch!
[Sheek Louch]
Aiyyo Joell, I'm on this son, D-BLOCK! {"Put some money on it"}
Yeah, Don Corlito flyin out a Tito
The further I get the ground look more mosquito
Dutch burnin, other hand big Mojito
I don't mean Dorito when I say {"Put some money on it"}
Yeah, you ain't really all around all that stuff
The coke, the crack, the guns, heard 'bout enough
They said, "Yo Donny, you gon' really sign with Puff?"
I said I'll live too long as Diddy {"Put some money on it"}
What? I'm the L.O.X. Jeter
Tattooed up in a white wife-beater
Aston Vanquish parked at the meter
I forgot to feed her, better go {"Put some money on it"}
Yeah, now they all love the Don G
I'm on BET more than "Leprechaun 3"
They say I'm on fire, it don't hurt when I pee
I don't layaway, only y'all {"Put some money on it"}
[Joell Ortiz]
Yaowa! Whoever, whenever, put some 'fetti on it
If your block is hood I'm probably heavy on it
Probably popped the hood, of the Chevy on it
Did the Mario Andretti on it - ERRRT! {"Put some money on it"}
Brooklyn off the hook when Ortiz is there
Papi got it locked like peasy hair
Black and white TV's, please be clear
I'll erase your lil' buzz like Jeezy peers {"Put some money on it"}
Fam, I'm the man far as New York goes
Old four-five in my new wardrobe
Red dot in front like Rudolph's nose
Case a hater want his roof un-closed {"Put some money on it"}
I'll be by myself, think of somethin sweet
I'm Boricua, one lil' whistle I'm a hundred deep
Who been holdin niggaz down since Pun is sleep?
C'mon! C'mon! C'mon! {"Put some money on it"}
[Jadakiss]
AH-HAH! Never been wack so that ain't one of my issues
Get my bread and take care of my pistols
Soon as I open a brick you can see the crystals
Soon as the piff come in you can {"Put some money on it"}
Trust me it's imported, shoot it or snort it
Oxy's, {?}, profit is gorgeous
Stay off the phone cause the calls are recorded
And if you can afford it then you better {"Put some money on it"}
Tryin to be a diamond in the game I been one
Killin niggaz with the flow, H1N1
You can get a buck-fifty quick, a thin one
Before rap I had a drug dealer's income
{"Put some money on it"} Master Jason
God on the rocks with a splash of Satan
Stash right here with the ratchet waitin, since you hatin
Name the place and the date and {"Put some money on it"}
[Styles P]
Never trust niggaz no further than I can throw 'em
Long with the razor and the doctor can't sew 'em
Said I as the hardest out, now I gotta show 'em
Cocksucker doubted me, I owe 'em {"Put some money on it"}
You could be that dude in cement shoes
or the next soft nigga on this evening's news
Rap beef, street beef, breeze through crews
Freeze, handguns, machine guns {"Put some money on it"}
I don't even need guns, play me like I'm poppa shit
End up with a hawk in your esophagus
Hardest nigga to walk in the metropolis
Genocide mixed with apocalypse {"Put some money on it"}
Kill niggaz real easy dawg
Ghost in the flesh, fuck a Ouija Board
Droptop Beamer with the BB's on
Gun in your face, and I ain't shootin BB's dawg {"Put some money on it"}
Killed For Less (Intro) lyrics - Joell Ortiz
They tell me we gonna catch you one of these nights
and we gonna kill you
It don't matter, it don't worry me really
cause they all tell me the same
(That doesn't bug you at all?) Nope
(Some people would say they'd be very worried)
(if someone told them that - why, why, why don't you?)
Because, y'know
If I'm gonna die y'know
Let it happen now than later
One Shot (Killed For Less) lyrics - Joell Ortiz (feat. Fat Joe)
[Intro: Fat Joe (Joell Ortiz)]
Cook! (Yeah!)
Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah, uhh
It's that killa crack street music
(It's that Block Royal, Terror Squad music)
Crack, cook (Joell Ortiz nigga)
Listen (Knobody, WHAT UP!)
[Chorus: Joell Ortiz (Fat Joe)]
One shot, two shot, three shot, OHH! OHH!
That'll send him right to the morgue
Four shot, five shot, six shot, shit, shit
That's for the wife and the kids
(I don't care about your money or that shit on your chest)
Niggaz get killed for less!
(And all that shit you be talkin man we ain't impressed)
Niggaz get killed for less!
[Fat Joe]
Whether, closed caption or high definition
You could probably find me on that big screen, diamonds glistenin
"Ain't this a bitch man? That's Joey from the Bronx
And all the dirt he done, how the fuck he mix the songs nigga?"
He ain't lyin, I'm a chemist on that table
My needle with the beige make the competition hate you
Couple deaths on the block, now they rate you
Lil' Dex'll pull the trigger if I say shoot
One shot, two shot, 'nother nigga down
CSI searchin but his face can't be found nigga
Shit is crazy on the streets of the Bronx
Niggaz yellin "Shots fired" but police won't respond
Where I'm from niggaz pump that bass
And holler at your lil' sister right in front of your face nigga
The working man's a sucker you heard, see
Nigga's gettin hot for twenty years, still thirsty
I guess they share a bond with the 'caine
Now that's what I call rekindlin old flames
Get it? Who else but Coca in the Rover?
Sports kitted, coulda been my 'ghini or my 'rossa
Life is for the living, get a chauffeur
Find yourself a bitch that don't mind eatin chocha
We spit murder, you's a victim, boy
If that ass get flashy we'll stick ya, boy!
[Chorus]
[Joell Ortiz]
Nah.. so don't die over nothin, let your lil' crew gas ya ass
Cause on my block I was the Doc, before Aftermath
I had that, rock in the spot the fiends had to blast
When I, chopped it with pop and shoot past the glass
See I really hustle homie, this ain't no fabrication
They never called me back, I filled out many applications
Watchin these corny niggaz come up, that was aggravatin
So I hit the corner, told 'em beat it like they masturbatin
I tried to have the patience
I asked God for the answers, he took too long to respond so I had a chat with Satan
He told me my dreams ain't have to stay imagination
Turned my wrecked Timbs to a stretch Benz for my graduation
Had all the lil' sluts at my prom salivatin
Scooped my diploma, I'm gone but I kept on calculatin
Colleges holla cause every grade I had's amazin
It was school books or cool looks when I pass with Daytons
Clappin at plays or hearin my new Magnum flamin
Schoolgirls or I'ma earl, look who this bastard's blazin
Long story short, man I had these faggots hatin
I'm handsome, I'm cool, I got guap, and I get it crack-a-latin
I come from the place where you get your hood passes made in
A brook where the only thing shook's on the stove marinatin
So when they say congratulations over the respect my pad is gainin
Know I ain't goin back, I'm aimin like
[Chorus]
[Outro: Fat Joe]
AOWWWW! That's what the fuck I'm talkin about
That real gangsta music, BIATCH!
Like that shit, you like how that shit sounds nigga
BLAT!
Sing Like Bilal lyrics - Joell Ortiz
[Intro: Sample Of Lil' Fame]
Sing Like Bilal!
[Joell Ortiz (Sample Of Lil' Fame):]
Uh! Uh! Y-Y, Y-Y-Y-YAOOOWWWWW!
J-J-Joell Ortiz, yeah (Sing-Sing like Bilal!)
Oh! Aiyyo Flex I got the kite, I was tuned in saturday night
Heh heh! You hear these guys?! (Sing-Sing like Bilal!)
[Verse 1:]
You remove the big label that be backin them (Uh)
The moistened nine, ice the fake platinum
And bring it back to rap I will flatten them
I'm the best across the board like Tat and 'em
New York, If you feelin like me then you tired
Of listenin to liars, wishin it was fire
But none of them is hot not the flicker of a lighter
I'm about to blow up in they face Richard Pryor
Your industry buzz ain't valid on the streets loser
We don't care about them mags and them weak rumors
Your secret wack parties with free hookah
Ev'rybody walkin 'round tryin to be cooler
Nah! See I be where they keep ruegers
You ain't got to be in beefs the police shoot ya
The ox will give ya a I'll buck fifty
New rappers is cool but we still bump Biggie (Baby)
I walk and perfects with a I'll one with me
Fitted to the side on my Brooklyn shit
No V.I.P. I ain't shook for shit
I'm at the bar like afrter push ups and dips
As for this mic they don't want nothin (Why?)
'Cause I eat 'em for breakfast, oatmeal cornmuffins
Lil' insects y'all all buggin
Flex I got you, next time I'll call up and record somethin
[Chorus: DJ Premier scratchin]
W-When you hear-W-W-When you heard me rewind me
From the city where niggas known for puttin in work ("Xzibit")
I-I-I-I make 'em nervous, I do it on purpose ("LL Cool J")
W-When you hear-W-W-When you heard me rewind me
From the city where niggas known for puttin in work ("Xzibit")
This here serious ("Erick Sermon")
Sing-Sing like Bilal! ("Lil Fame")
[Verse 2:]
Check, I see your mouth movin, but you ain't sayin nothin
Ya boy's speakers all heat like my neighbor's oven
If I'm ANYWHERE near a mic, then I'm claimin somethin
I can't resist "The Temptation", David Ruffin
Hah! Who feelin froggy? Hop, kiddo!
I see to it Miss Piggy is a chopped widow
Before I saw gwap from Joell features
I had the corner on lock, Darrelle Revis
It's so I treat rap like coke, bet it
You want lines, gimme mines, homie no credit
Y'all was hyped about homes like, no sweat it
He turned out to be a "Bus", Jerome Bettis
I'm on my chiro shit now, "back" at it
Steady spittin that crack, I'm a crack addict
The belt sittin on my wiast, take a crack at it
My craft'll put you to sleep - hehe, Craftmatic
Finish What You Start lyrics - Joell Ortiz (feat. Royce da 5'9")
[Intro: Joell Ortiz]
I hear y'all talkin
It's funny to me (yeah!)
See, where I come from
We act first, ask questions later (c'mon!)
[Joell Ortiz]
If I'm in there the whole place full up
I'll use your lil' bar to do a pull-up
Use your wack-ass tracks as target practice
And tell the baddest broads to arch it backwards
For years I wore the same Starter jacket
and beat-up tees with the scars to match it
Jeans with the holes, sneakers with no sole
When Genesis dropped my Nintendo was so old
Oh no, couldn't have that
I put the pen where the pad at - VOILÀ! Magic
I'll disappear in the booth, reappear messiah
When I write, call it a night, vampire
Ask around, your boy hot, and I uhh
don't plan to cool off like a campfire
E'rybody gather round, I'ma tell a story
of a snot-nosed kid, try and smell the glory
[Chorus: Royce Da 5'9" (Joell)]
I, shoot first ask questions last
That's how most of these so-called gangstas pass
That's how most of these so-called gangstas pass
That's how most of these so-called gangstas, gangstas {C'MON!}
I - shoot first ask questions last
A poof! How low, so low, so low, so low
A poof! How low, so low, so low, so low
I (Well I'ma finish what you start!)
[Joell Ortiz]
This for the block mister, the rock pictures
Late night, cranberry and Cîroc mixers
Parkin lot pissers, glock top shifters
Dudes who stay fresh cause they shoplifters
That's where I come from, so me no run from
bumbaclot pussy drummer boy, rumpa-pum-pum
You no tough stuff, you my son's son
You just bluff rough, me say come, come
I'll give it to anyone who wants some
Go silly on they Achilles until they run's done
I keep a hot line, 9-1-1
Everyone say hi to the hero that won't go unsung
A moment of silence while I give Pun some
Scream Borrrrricua 'til your tongue's numb
What's your angle? Haha, I know mine
If it's cheese, (Swizz) style, "SHOWTIME!"
[Chorus]
[Joell Ortiz]
I ain't a troublemaker but my flow cocky
So all the pretty mamis yellin "GO PAPI!"
Man that's so neat, and y'all so sloppy
When you think I'm done shittin I do mo' copy[?]
Just love to flex my rap muscle
What muzzle? Dog, you just a Jack Russell
Your bite weak and your bark a lil' pitch
Relax, you no match for a hard-nosed pit'
I can't find a track that my bars won't rip
You guys are sick warrin with the Gaza Strip
When I back out this pen all you guys'll strip
Like you in Chippendales tryin to wind for tips (haha)
No need to see, slow down and let the leader lead
DJs, bring this back! I'm what the needle need
And I don't mean to get all mushy like my last bitch
(BLAP!) Damn, I love this rap shit
[Chorus]
Nursery Rhyme lyrics - Joell Ortiz
[Intro]
One-two one-two
I said ah-one-two one-two
Right about now is the time
I kick a nursery rhyme (uhh)
[Joell Ortiz]
Goddamn it he did it again, didn't he?
Hickory dickory dock, the mouse ran up the clock
So it's time to get the cheese, y'all be rhymin like yo please
I got that second bowel flow, I'm rhymin with the ease
You never see me on lists inside these magazines
But I'm (The Source) of rap discussions, they Vibe-in with Ortiz
In my (XXL) shirt, lion over my jeans
It's like I'm fightin in Europe, I'm fire overseas!
Hip-Hop's messiah, bring your sire to his knees
I'm "nevaeh" in reverse, paradise in the P's
I'm Iron Mike in the '80s in the black trunks
Act pump ya lyin on your back slump, all my lions pack punch
Who wan' be rap lunch? Me make your snack chump
Ya likkle pistol pack pack pump, me mac dump!
Fast munch, I reckon you stay away from the wreckin ball
If I swing in your direction I'll level you all like a measured wall
[Interlude]
The itsy bitsy spider went up the water spout
Down came the rain and washed the spider out
[Joell Ortiz]
I'm the definition of ill, Jack and Jill went up the hill
to fetch a pail of water, I took Jack's crown and pushed him down
I manslaughter all around the damn border
Optimus in his (Prime), a fuckin Transformer!
Walk in any club I'm the subject of camcorders
So I'm slidin out the back e'ry night with a man's daughter
Puttin my you-know-what, you know where
No not down there, in between both ears
Leave my seeds on they nose hairs, oh yeah I go there
What the fuck you expect? I fuck necks 'til they throat tears
Embody the projects, symbolize the struggle
Where the kids pawn my object to minimize the trouble
I been in rides with duffle bags stuffed with the crack
Few years later I put them same drugs on the track
Got the globe hot from coca in a flow you can't toca
So listen close chocha, CÁLLATE LA BOCA
[Interlude]
Twinkle twinkle little star
How I wonder what you are
[Joell Ortiz]
Goddamn I'm the man, Mary had a little lamb
whose fleece was white as snow
I skinned him and ROCKED that lil' nigga to my show
I be dipper than an O-, R-E-O cookie I'ma milk 'em for this dough
I'm a pilgrim with the hoes - I could rock a Plymouth Sundance
in dumb pants and still thank her for givin me a blow, job
No prob, they go home I go.. hard
And find another broad to hump free/Humphrey, Bo-gart
John Rambo got ammo for whole squads
I rhyme over a banjo and handle yo' bars
I'm high and won't fall like a dope nod
I'm outta here, every rhyme's a postdated postcard
Don't mention my name, just keep playin yo' part
Cause I got a (Gang) of (Wolves), Amadeus Mozart's
I don't smile, ain't gon' set it
See you in the hospital spellin YAOWA, Yo' Ass On Wild Anesthetics!
[Outro]
Old MacDonald had a farm, E-I-E-I-O
And on this farm he had you ducks, garbage with your flow
Y'all can't fuck with Joell
That nigga's nice!
Y'all just be sayin stuff that only he can understand
Ha ha, the little kids, hehe
Battle Cry lyrics - Joell Ortiz
How many times I gotta tell y'all I'm second to none.
No magazine's top ten cause I'm negative one.
So I don't pay attention to them dumb folk
Cause I'm a always be in first like the clutch broke
I'm from where the cut-throats cut coke
Cause school ain't cut it, they cut out the puff smoke
And guess what?
That's who I hang with, so when you speak INDUSTRY - I don't know the language
But play the beat and I'll show you why I'm head honcho
Ya'll gettin' away with murder like the white bronco
Bunch of trash inbetween hooks
Bars too cute to be gettin' all these mean looks
Put the hottest rappers all on one stage together
See who'll hold their arm up like Che Guevera
I rhyme hotter and I say it better
I'm a winter cold war
I'm a product of the Regan Era
Day thinkin till the page inkin'
My 16 free ya'll I'm hip-hop's Abe Lincoln.
Fam I don't know what they thinkin
These niggas got me fucked up like I spent all day drinkin
I'm a boss not a loss yet
You're little lemons in a race with a souped up corvette
I'm so hot I could stand still and pour sweat in the North Pole fully naked with my balls wet
I'm a monster, these other niggas small pets
Claim they sick but they get cured by your dog's vet
I'm thorough from my Yank' to my gourtex
You're bluffin, I play Poker I'm callin all bets
Local boy, when's the last time you all left?
I don't even know where the FUCK I'm goin' on tour next
Last month Canada, before that? Europe
I had Waffles out in Belguim, you ain't had Syrup
Every time I write it's another flight
Another whore with my kids on her underbite
Another "YAOWA!" chant when I touch the Mic
Another Magazine spread, yeah you fuckin right
I'm on my grind like a pair of in-line skates
Get on tracks and go banana's like a Primate
Baboon, Gorilla, Chimpanzee, I'm Wild Ape
King Kong under your skin, I'm bout to Sky-Scrape
But the sky ain't the limit
I could teleport through my mind any minute
Take you to a place where the Lions go "ribbit"
All the frogs "roar" and the fire is frigid
I'm outta this world - don't belong here
What heir'ing the thrown if I taught you from a small chair?
Family, you niggas got it twisted
Flow out of the box, yours chicken and a biscuit
Gave me chicken pox when I listen, I be itchin' to cripple your career like a ligament is missin
Dawg I'm on a mission like an intimate position
When I swing it's Knock Out's I ain't gettin' a decision
From here on it's locked ya'll a prisoner to spittin
Can't escape my bars no visitor's permitted
Welcome to Hell where Joell holds a pitch-fork
And you burn in eternal flames for your bitch talk
Dick in my hand I'm pissed off
But I ain't bucklin', 'Everyday I'm Hustlin' - Rick Ross
One day the whole globe will know I'm Clark Kent
Underneath the shades on a Project park bench
Superman when I grip the Mic
The only way I'm slowin down is if I blow a pound of Kryptonite
From now on I'm a bully I'm a pick the fight
Let them pick you up off the ground when I check ya bite
You'll become a little memory, gigabyte
Me and these beats got married, I'm Mr. Right
Little man you spit aight, I'm on fire
You gotta little buzz - Miller Lite
Man there's so many words runnin' round my brain
If I don't put them on a track I would go insane
Maybe that's why everything I say is crazy
And everyday I wake up, with a naked lady
With a V.I.P. band on my right wrist
Pants on the flow, J.D. with a slight sip
Left in the bottle tele-key on the night stand
I go to the bathroom to pee and then I scram
I live the life of a rock-star
They ain't wanna let me through so I became a Cop Car
Put the Sirens on every time I touch a pen
Everybody move like dope - that's a fuckin '10'
My peers know I'm gonna win.
This music's like my first crush, for years I wanted in
I'm here. Oh boy will you taste the wrath
I'm a make it ugly like what's underneath Jason's mask
I listen to alot of mixtapes and laugh
All Ya'll nigga do is whine like Jamaican ass
Every night I celebrate, we take a glass of Champagne to the brain
Sometimes we take a bath
Victory feels far better
Than Defeat, you niggas weak, Solar's Letter
I'm harder than a fonz-lebber
My worst rhyme's 30 times rougher than your hottest bars ever
I could front like a car fender
Cause everything I'm on DJ's pull up like the bar tenders
New York I'm the answer to your prayers
Head Nod music, leave the dancin over there
Project Shit, ain't no Mansion over here
Just Murder on the strings, Charles Manson on the Snare
I'm hungry the game's like a Food Court
I just gave ya'll a loose hundred, Newports.
Chea
Joell Ortiz
Who feel they...
Who feel they better?
Phone (Skit) lyrics - Joell Ortiz
[Joell Ortiz (unnamed female)]
What? (Why are you hangin up the phone on me?)
Cause I'm not feelin you no more yo
I knew it was like this, I knew you was playin games
(FUCK! That is not true, hello)
(I don't even hear from you)
WHAT THE FUCK YOU WANT ME TO DO? I'm a fuckin rapper
(I don't hear from you)
(And, you gave me a fuckin snotty attitude the other day)
(So what the hell I'm supposed to, think?)
You fuckin run around shakin your little
You fuckin, round around shakin
your little fuckin ass at these, nightclubs
and then you fuckin call me when you feel like it
I can't go through it yo
(And you wasn't with nobody in the nightclub?)
(Cause you was with a whole bunch of chicks)
I'M A RAPPER!!!!
Call Me (She Said) lyrics - Joell Ortiz (feat. Novel)
[Intro: Novel {Joell Ortiz}]
Call me! {UH!} Call me! {Listen} Call me!
(I said I remember) Call me! {Hey}
(Call me) Call me! Call meeeeeeeeeeeee!
(Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!)
[Verse 1: Joell Ortiz]
(Awww man, ninety five) She had that perfume with the only smell
Hair scrungied up in a pony tail (WOO!)
Gold hoop earrings with her name of 'em
I had the colliseum fronts with the fangs on 'em (WHAT!)
OOOOH! Thinnest waist with the fat ass (DAMN)
Had me all happy to go to math class
Yeah! I had to go for it baby
Sent the letter over circle yes, no or maybe (REMEMBER THAT!)
UH! And she looked back with a cool blush
Showin me the results of a nice toothbrush
Yeah! We rode home on the same school bus
Confident consistant I'm crushin these new Pumas (WOO!)
Yeah! and she told me she from the southside
Told her I'm from Cooper she looked at me with her mouth wide
Like, I got fam out there
I gave her the number now you got a fan out there
Man I really hope this girl...
[Chorus: Novel]
Call me! (Call me) Call me! (Call me) Call me! (Hey, hey, hey)
(I said I remember) Call me! (Call me) Call me!
(Call meeeee!) Call meeeeeeeeeeeee!
(Just call me, uh, uh)
[Verse 2: Joell Ortiz {Novel}]
Yep! So I'm bumpin my Smif N Wessun
Knock on my room door ma gimme a second (Hold up)
Threw on a t Shirt (Uh huh) Slipped on my Ola's (Uh huh)
Opened the do' she passed me the phone oh my {Myyyyyyyyyyy!}
Huh! So I took me a deep breath yo (Uh huh)
Fingers crossed I answered the phone hello (Hello)
Voice so official, hey Joell what you gettin into?
I said I'm gettin dressed to come get you
She laughed, I said it's saturday a nice flick
She agreed, meet me at The Commodore at like six
Threw on my Jerreau's, dusted off the bows
Zipped the Haley Hanson out the do' good to go
She standin there stretch pants fifty fo' elevens
Yellin hurry up they want me in the crib before eleven
Did the movie thing a little bite to eat (What else?)
The whole night was sweet (What else?) Ended it with a kiss
Somethin light on the cheek and said...
[Chorus: Novel]
Call me! (Uh! Uh!) Call me!
(This is a throwback right here) Call me! (Joell Ortiz)
(I said I remember) Call me!
(When she used to call me) Call me!
(Call meeeee!) Call meeeeeeeeeeeee!
(You know what I'm talkin about? HEYYYYYYYYYY!)
[Verse 3: Joell Ortiz]
So it's a little more in the dates now (Uh huh)
Yep! She be in the crib all late now (Ow!)
Ha! We be kickin it then we lay down
Turn the lights off and press play on the H-Town
OOOH! We being fresh like Easter
I made her vibrate like my beeper
Uh huh! My mother said she a keeper
I could see myself tryin Mrs. Ortiz her
Then I bumped into Lisa, tellin me how she missed me (Uh oh)
We up in this party I'm feelin a little tipsy (Damn)
She tried and kiss me, all in my face
One thing led to another we all in the staircase (Hey)
She told Tasha, who told Christy (No)
My phone ring the next day how could you dissed me?
You said you loved me and were always be together
Do me a favor Joell?! (WHAT!)
Don't you EVER EVER EVER EVER EVER!
[Chorus: Novel {Joell Ortiz}]
Call me! (Call meeeeee!) Call me!
(Call me yeah!) Call me! (Uh! Uh! Uh!)
(I said I remember when) Call me!
(You used to call me) Call me!
(Call meeeee yeah!) Call meeeeeeeeeeeee!
(I said I remember) Call me!
{And that's how I lost my shorty} (She used to call me) Call me!
{A party and some Vodka} (Call meeeeeeeeeee!)
Call me! {Yo thatwas ninety five man I'm still trippin over that}
(Used to call me) Call me! (Call me!)
{Damn she looked good!} Call me! (Call meeeeeeeeeeeee!)
Call meeeeeeeeeeeee!
{Sometimes I think I hear her call me? Ha ha ha! But it's all good!}
[Outro: Novel (Joell Ortiz)]
I said I remember! You used to call me! (HA HA!)
Callllllllll meeeeeeeee yeahhhhhhhhh! (Yeah!)
Uh! Uh! Uh! Then I remember when, you used to call me, call meeeeeeeeeeeee!
Yeaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhh Yeah Yeah! UH! UH! HA HA! This is a throwback
Uh! This is a throwback UH! UH! This is a throwback, throwback
UH! UH! UH! Call meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!
So Hard lyrics - Joell Ortiz (feat. Anna Yvette)
[Joell] Yaowa
[Chorus One: Anna Yvette (Joell)]
Hard of gettin out of bed each and every day
I got a hook[?] at a job that I really hate
I gotta bring him home a much much better way
I'm never ever gonna give up (never give up)
I can't hear all the negative you got to say
I got my plane and now I'm gonna make a way
Straight to the top where there's a finer way
I did it by myself with no help along the way
[Joell Ortiz]
They want me to quit, so I work so hard
Get off of my dick, homie this my job
I ain't got no time to play no games
Baby it's showtime, they called my name
Don't know about you chump, but I'm gon' win
Go get your whole crew punk, cause I go in
You witnessin greatness, embrace this girl
Don't let me waste this, come taste this girl
I come from the projects, so yes I'm hood
But I ain't gon' smack y'all unless I should
So stay out my way boy and it's all good
I'm doin it playboy, I wish y'all would
Come try to stop me, oh no not now
I'm feelin like Rocky, I won't go down
I'm headed right to the top whether you like it or not
Haters would like me to stop; IT'S SO!
[Chorus One]
[Joell Ortiz]
I'ma never give up, I ain't you, ahh
Like a really good nut, I came too far
Can't settle for less, I'm the best, hands down
Put me to the test, EMS, man down
Y'all think it's a joke, but my ass don't laugh
I came up broke, I ain't have no cash
So I ain't the one for all the nonsense, boi!
Don't have me killin you on my conscious, boi!
I know it get tough, but I will survive
The road is rough, but I got four-wheel drive
I am a hustler, my time is close
You just a (Buster), go find some (Ghosts)
Your face look angry, that makes me proud
So nah don't wait, please just hate me now
I'm just payin my dues and steady makin my moves
I know y'all prayin I lose; IT'S SO!
[Chorus Two: Anna Yvette (Joell)]
It's hard comin from the bottom
So hard, the pressure to the top
But there's no going back now
Don't you quit, don't you give up
Don't you give up! No (never give up)
It's hard comin from the bottom
So hard, the pressure to the top
But there's no going back now
Don't you quit, don't you give up
Don't you give up! No
[Joell Ortiz]
Every day when I wake up, I thank that man
I don't complain, nope! I play my hand
Pray on my downfall, no that won't work
Your flow like a ground ball, man y'all so dirt
I'm so monsterous with this brain
Oh so awesomeness, feel this flame
I'm no narcissist but I'm so fly
I should go on Mars and just tell y'all bye
I'm workin so hard, so with that said
I get right on my job, when I leave this dead
I'm watchin my carbs, but I need this bread
I wanna be large, like my pitbull's head
So I won't let up like constant rain
Fam y'all just suck, constant brain
Homie your flow is too frail for toe-to-toe with Joell
I know you want me to fail; IT'S SO!
[Chorus Two]
Oh! lyrics - Joell Ortiz (feat. Iffy, Large Professor)
[Large Professor]
Yeah! What we talkin 'bout?
Yeah! What we doin here?
Joell, with the Large Pro-L
[Chorus: Iffy]
When you get'cho money, get'cho mind right
I say what's real, fuck that limelight!
All these haters, they don't want it
All these haters, know I'm on it
And I got 'em like AYYY-OHHH; and now they like "Oh!"
Then I got 'em like AYYY-OHHH; and now they like "OH!"
[Joell Ortiz]
Yeah - you niggaz think it's a game
See a smile on my face, Freq' turn me up
Pro - go wild on my bass, these muh'fuckers gotta know
I'm crack cocaine in the 80's, I got a flow
I rap so crazy, you play with me - adios
Homey, I'm the second coming
This ain't the first time I've been on a record buggin
Sho' nuff won't be the last, I'm just gettin started
You hollow, no furniture in a big apartment
I ain't a rap nigga, I'm a nigga that rap
And I can scrap nigga, don't get your ligaments cracked
Man I'll get at Twitter (ha!) I'm street to the 9th power
Walk in the spot, one deep with a light, yaowa
I'd be lyin if I told you that my bucks major
But I walk in and pick the broad that I'ma fuck later
Club carpet becomes garbage for the Dutch paper
I see you watchin - whattup hater?!
[Chorus]
[Joell Ortiz]
Somebody said his homey was better; I guess he lied
I'm hot, got my borough on lock, like 25
to life when I write feel the ground shakin
E'ry word that I recite, get the town bakin
I'm not yo' average beast (nope!)
I can't stomach y'all, make my abs get weak
Extra nauseous from the blab you speak
So drop your pens, rip your notepad and skeet
You not a friend, don't make me have to grab you creeps
I count to ten; one.. two/too late, bastards
Look at y'all, shook, Kool-Aid packets
You know the situation, I'm that intimidatin
Cold dog, I flow like a fridge in Nathan's
You tryin to bring it back, I'm just tryin to bring it
You got them Red Bull bars, you just kinda wing it
Like a butter knife, that ain't gon' cut it
But I ain't even mad at y'all fuckers!
[Chorus]
[Joell Ortiz]
You niggaz can look around, ain't nobody as hot
If you nobody, I stop by and body your block (WHATTUP?!)
If you somebody I turn you to the first nigga; I'm the worst nigga
Call me Mr. Earth, niggaz bodies are dropped
My team really 'bout it homey, shotties are popped
You a BITCH! Probably shit, get on your potties and squat
This rap music is my new hustle
I don't plan to post up, with a few bundles
I'm on the grind all the time with a 9 nigga, headnod shit
Y'all weak; man this is sweet like a eggnog mix
Every word I speak's like a splurge out of the pound
Y'all birds out here TWEETS, like words after a #
Say my name and I'ma put you in your place
No not a song - I'ma come see you and punch you in your face!!
(BLAOW) Bling Brooklyn, cause that's where I've brought up
You ballin, I'm above the rim - don't get caught up
[Chorus]
Checkin For You lyrics - Joell Ortiz
(performed by Sebastian Rios)
[Intro: Sebastian Rios]
You goin about this all wrong, son
Look at you
[Sebastian Rios]
It's Friday night, and you just got paid
But you done spent every dime on this hoe, tryin to get laid
But that's a weak angle (word) that's what the streets made
You a halfway trick nigga? Make me sick nigga
Okay, you in the spot behind that bitch liquor
That's cool, but her friends too? She got like six wit her
You Mr. Big Figure? Man you's a big sucka
It's (Friday) and you spent e'rything like you Chris Tucker
Let's knock the move, think these ladies all on you cause you rockin jewels
and you got a face like some model dude (please)
You beyond a fool (look)
Dawg you spendin all yo' cash, man they got you all gassed like rocket fuel
But you know what? I ain't knockin you
Whores exist, so you might score and shit, not impossible
If that's how you want it, then so be it
But you spendin gwap, so listen pop, I hope you go beat it
[Chorus: Sebastian Rios]
You got a lot of talk, know how to put it down
But when you show yo' face, she don't come around
She ain't checkin for ya (nah)
Listen to me young blood, she ain't checkin for ya - ha ha (ha ha)
You like the way she walk, makes it worthwhile
I'm hearin that's yo' lady, but when I come around
She ain't checkin for ya (nah)
Listen to me young blood, she ain't checkin for ya - ha ha (ha ha)
[Sebastian Rios]
Fresh car wash, you got your rims spinnin?
You all set to pull over and try to get women
You'll only get those that's whip driven
Please, I be big pimpin in wrinkled white tees and ripped linen
I don't need a item for me to pipe 'em
Homie my talk game raw, like the meat that they feed the lion
They can talk about how conceited I am
But I ain't marryin unless she don't want me, offer me a diamond
See, with you? You gotta spend dough
Cause you a square, and yo' game's outdated, you're Nintendo
And that's a damn shame, you borrow your man's Range
to go to the club, and spend your re-up on champagne
Can't be serious, trick, you weak!
You was producin you probably show chicks your beats
Cause you a (what) LAME! (LAME!) Word
You're still spendin gwap on that same bird
[Chorus]
[Sebastian Rios]
What your watch like four? (Uh-huh) Your chain like six?
Spendin and try to score, homeboy that's priceless
But e'rybody can't do it like this
I keep her here with a beer, some of us must buy Cris'
I got that gift, I do not act stiff
She got her nose in the air, I tell her stop that ish
Please, ain't no chick better than Joell
But hey, if you choose to spend cheddar, oh well
What can I say? That's YOUR money
Correction, WAS your money, now that's that hoe's money
I laugh from a distance cause, it's so funny
Look at you hoppin around tryin to chase a snow bunny
You can't catch her cause, she already caught ya
Our eyes didn't have dinner, she done ate off mine for ya
I ain't said a word, she like the way my body talk
I'ma take her to the crib and change her body walk
[Chorus]
[Outro: Sebastian Rios]
Yeah, see that's how you do this here
You ol' jive turkey, but ain't doin it right
You just like the rest of them
You ain't like me
I done seen 'em all, son
Big, small, short and tall
Good Man Is Gone lyrics - Joell Ortiz
[sample of Monk Higgins' "A Good Man is Gone"]
"If he had left here in a natural way
I would feel better when I hear me, say
A good man is gone"
[Joell Ortiz]
In a natural way, then what? Haha
What? Uhh, uhh
A half a G and E&J out in the big park
When it got dark we occasionally let the fifth bark
You was a hustler, I was a rhyme writer
You would serve customers, I would ignite cyphers
We rode around, try and get ass in a white Mazda
'til one day you just disappeared like my father (hey)
'Member you talkin 'bout that out-of-town dough
You was drunk, most of the time I ain't think you'd be out yo
You was drunk, most of the time I ain't think you'd be out yo
Sure did, took your wife and your kid out to P-A
Right around my B-day; guess you had it mapped out
Always knew the crack route
Had them kids in that small town shook rollin dice with your gat out
I visited time to time, I had to check my dude
You had the hoes on a string, they always blessed the crew
A shotgun shell turned my man flesh to stew
Damn Jizz, we miss you
[Chorus: Joell Ortiz]
A good man is gone {"A good man is gone, gone, gonnnne"}
Gone, a good man is gone {"A good man is gone, gone, gonnnne"}
A good man is gone {"A good man is gone, gone, gonnnne"}
A good man is gone {"A good man is gonnnnne"}
Gone, gone, gone {"A good man is gone"}
[Joell Ortiz]
Uhh, I met you at Sue's Rendezvous on a Tuesday
Flex spinnin, I see it like it was today
Block Royal emblem on your Polo tee
Handsome nigga, no homo B, you had that glow though see
I 'member you asked why I'm so low-key
With such a fire mixtape I need a promo V
You introduced me to the family, took it out to Jers'
Studio in the basement when I pronounce the words
Studio in the basement when I pronounce the words
I 'member you goin crazy, "Told you he get his flame on"
Right after that's when you introduced me to Akon
We 'posed to get a track that was nuts like acorns
Years since you gone I'm still gettin my wait on
Anyway, your boy gettin his fame on
Aftermath gang, got my Eminem and my Dre on
Still rep B-R, know I carry the name on
Damn Screw, we miss you
[Chorus w/ minor variations]
[Joell] Uhh!
[Interlude: Joell Ortiz]
This is for anyone who's ever took a loss
In bed, lights out, you just turn and you toss
It wasn't they turn, it wasn't they turn
Listen, we all got somethin to learn
[Joell Ortiz]
Two things is certain, you live then you die
And I'ma do a lot of livin 'fore I get to the sky
'Fore I sit with that guy and repent for my sins
On my knees hands together and I pray to get in
On my knees hands together and I pray to get in
But until then (what) man I'm playin to win
I came in this game po', I'ma say YAY at the end
You ain't super duper nice don't be displayin your pen
I'll expose it, none of your friends'll claim you again (who?)
Joell Ortiz is the name I defend
In the streets, on beats, on every stage I attend
I'm official! God forbid I'll die by that pistol
Say YAOWA, we miss you (word)
[Chorus]
[Interlude]
[Outro: Joell Ortiz]
A good man y'all, a good man is gone
I know you lost somebody
This is for you, and you, yeah
Keep 'em alive y'all, keep 'em alive y'all, keep 'em alive y'all...
Keep 'em alive y'all, keep 'em alive y'all, keep 'em alive y'all...
A good man is gone
Cocaine lyrics - Joell Ortiz
"We gon' make it rock and ROLLS, uh!
Hey! All you gotta do, is yell out one word
And the word is, cocaine
CAN YOU DO THAT?! I'll tell you when..."
[Joell Ortiz]
Uhh.. dear Coke, what's the deal? How you been?
It been a little second since we was gettin it in
Know I kinda abandoned you, but you know what?
This music shit was promisin, look I'm 'bout to blow up
But I'm never huggin the strip in my old Chucks, tryin to get mo' bucks
Dodgin the gold truck, we had it sewn up
You ain't get no cut, still you pumped for me
You was just happy that we both lived comfortably
What up with Dope and them niggaz? They still gettin gwap?
They had the whole block itchin like the chickenpox
Aiyyo Cook, 'member you used to get in the pot?
Come out actin hard, how many pleas did niggaz cop?
Like how how many ways to get money y'all niggaz got?
And I'll be down, I post up faithfully at 6 o'clock
But nah, it's been me and my dudes since day one
We ain't lookin for partners, step up your game son
Sometimes I wonder if you miss me
Man I miss you even though that life is riskier
(Cocaine, hehehe)
[Joell Ortiz]
My dude, when push come to shove
The reason all them police clowns look in glove
when they stop the V, heard you fuckin with Keisha
You let her start fuckin wit'chu? I know, what's a brother to do?
She was always sniffin around since, back in the day
She of age now, she know the mind games you played
I know you got her feenin, runnin back for more
Knowin yo' dirty ass you probably ran up in that raw
So she open (she open) me I'm still datin
This music take all my time and these girls ain't got patience
But fuck these bitches, what up with these snitches? Is niggaz tellin?
Must be a new day, used to lose your toupees for yellin
Glad that I ain't a felon, they never caught you with me
If they only knew that you had grew to a quarter a week
I'da been on the phone up north orderin briefs
Sweat pants and somethin white, socks on the feet
But they didn't, coulda been different
I thought about that while this kite was bein written, listen!
(Cocaine, hehehe)
[Joell Ortiz]
Guess what I'm tryin to say is I'm done
We had fun, not to sound like a jerk but I won
I'm doin things the right way cause you showed me wrong
The people bump our stories when I throw it on a song
I'ma ride this thing out until the motor gone
And when the road get bumpy I'm still holdin on
'Til I'm out the project grass and gotta mow the lawn
The sky is the limit but you know Joe try and go beyond
But God forbid that don't work, I never went soft
I'm back in the hood pickin right up where we left off
This is a heads up, don't count me out dawg
If things don't go right I'm goin left like a southpaw
Back to punchin dudes in their face for tryin mouth off
Servin all the fiends that be tryin to get they couch off
Aiyyo Coke, don't forget about the kid
Might need you one day if I happen to get up out the biz
Never forgot where I came from
Where I first started to scoop my little bit of change from
(Cocaine) That's his name, son
That's his name, nigga
"Hey! All you gotta do, is yell out one word
And the word is, cocaine
CAN YOU DO THAT?! I'll tell you when..."
Incredible lyrics - Joell Ortiz (feat. Barrington Levy, Novel)
[Intro: Barrington Levy]
Ohhhhhhohhhoh-whoa, ohh-whoa
Thank you Jah for everything
Thank you God for everything
Thank you for your blessings
OHH-ohhh-whoa [scatting]
My LORD!
[Joell Ortiz]
The first time I ever saw me all over again
Lizay[?] - I told her that I know it's a him
I remember pickin him up and folded him in
my arms, I stared long, I was soakin it in
I wanted to take him home right then, show him his crib
Put his lil' pajamas on, tuck in his bib
Walk him around his room, he wasn't much of a crier
So he ain't really suck a pacifier
I couldn't wait 'til he stepped out that walker
Even though when he did she crept out to Georgia
Them first couple of years, it was torture
But it ain't about that right now, I forgive her
And she no longer keeps me away from my lil' nigga
I see him e'ry summer and holidays in the winter
I can't believe he 10, wow~!
I thank you for him every second, but let me thank you again now
[Chorus: Barrington Levy (Joell Ortiz)]
Why, what you gave to me is so incredible!
(It's so wonderful Lord)
Why, what you gave to me is so incredible!
(Words can not explain)
Why, what you gave to me is so incredible!
(My two lil' boys)
Why, what you gave to me is so incredible!
(Lizay, Jariq)
[Joell Ortiz]
The second time I ever saw me all over again
Jariq[?] - my oldest got a bro to defend
Chubby as can be, hair fuzzy, he's Jariq
Lil' loudmouth had me jumpin out my sleep
Give him somethin to eat, burp him and lay him down
Watch him doze off, but first he would play around
He's still a clown - he pulls up his pants
Do this funny-ass dance, I swear I be on the ground
I just spoke to him on the horn
He said "Daddy, guess what? I wrote a song!"
I said "Let me hear it," he said "Nope! It's too long"
I said "Oh you wrong," man our bond is so strong
I 'member the eye contact we first made
Now look at him, school bus to first grade
Can't believe he's 7, wow!
Thank you for him every second, got another gift from heaven now
[Chorus]
[Joell Ortiz]
Uhh, what you gave to me
The two reasons that I grind faithfully
The two people that make too much not enough
There's not much to discuss, two fingers go up
If it don't benefit them I ain't tryin to chat
My life and sacrifice, man they why I rap
Why I go everywhere and record like I'm wire tapped
Why I'ma hold up a few awards for these fire tracks
Said I wouldn't spoil 'em, that ended mad quick
I get 'em e'rything, cause I ain't have shit
When they smile, whatever I was mad with
gets tucked away like a fade on my ad libs
Glad my grandmoms got to see 'em grow
Argue with my moms cause, she be tryin keep 'em yo
I be havin to take my kids back
Thank you for 'em e'ry day cause when you made them, you did that
[Chorus]
[Joell repeats his sons' names to fade]
[Outro: Novel]
What you gave to me
And you gave to me, you gave
What you gave to me
What you gave to me, so incredible
You gave to me, yeah yeah
What you gave to me, yeahhhh
Ohhh, yeah yeah [fades out]
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