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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