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Yung Joc Şarkı Sözleri ( Lyrics ) 1st Time It aint nothing like the first time Im tryna tell you i can blow your mind Baby if i touch you here and kiss you there Gonna fall in love shorty, best beware This aint no love song More like a cut song You say your day was long, well tell daddy whats wrong Imma tell you one time just relax and unwind Whisper sweet nothings now you blushing, chills down your spine Oh yea you hot and tempted Oh no not pretty ricky But when you grind on me Imma leave you hot and drippin Slip in those satin sheets Now go and roll over Oh yea its up and down motions like a rollercoaster I see she up on top You all on my jock Imma do it nonstop, until your cherry pop Imma keep going and going, the energizer bunny Mr long john all in your tummy It aint nothing like the first time Im tryna tell you i can blow your mind Baby if i touch you here and kiss you there Gonna fall in love shorty, best beware Wont you let me introduce ya to thug karmasutra This aint no lovey dovey (nah) but watch how i seduce ya Girl im the man, I'm the man I push the right buttons and the sex on demand Oh yea i like it slow Baby be easy Ooo, watch ya teeth Baby be easy Tell me your vicky secrets, tell me all the dirt You smell like peaches, must bath and body works Love the way your body work, imma make your body rock Once you climax, you feel the aftershock (i know i got you hooked on this lovin Dont get it twisted, we just cutin' baby) It aint nothing like the first time Im tryna tell you i can blow your mind Baby if i touch you here and kiss you there Gonna fall in love shorty, best beware Yea i know i know, i still aint went soft But i gotta go, lets hit the shower baby, its time to rinse off I'll wash yours, you wash mine, i adore it the first time I blew yours, you blew mines, sometimes i'll drop you a line But look dont tell nobody, just keep it on the low Not your best friend, not your cousin, nobodys gotta know I know it sounds crazy, but thats just how it is Yung J-O-C, long live, long live It aint nothing like the first time Im tryna tell you i can blow your mind Baby if i touch you here and kiss you there Gonna fall in love shorty, best beware.... Yung Joc |
Bottle Poppin Bottle Poppin (Gorilla Zoe chopped & screwed) We bottle poppin, we we bottle poppin,(aye) We bottle poppin, we we bottle poppin,(aye) We bottle poppin, we we bottle poppin,(aye) Say say u gettin money, we we aint seen nuttin We bottle poppin, we we bottle poppin, We bottle poppin, we we bottle poppin, We bottle poppin, we we bottle poppin, Say say u gettin money, we we aint seen nuttin (Yung Joc) I pull up to the club, jumpin out of rovers, lookin like a car show, dats da way we roll up Dope bois showi luv, all da ho's know of us Need extra security, dey know dey cant controll us, I see some niggas hatin, I keep dat supersoaker So I v.i.p my way standin on da sofas U can watch me demostrate, da way a playa possed ta, I don burried cha weight, u know we throw dem toasts up Say ya gettin guap, well shawty we aint heard bout it, finna set-up shop, well we aint even worried bout it Word on da block, oh dey say u servin pies I think ya need ta stop, I got some killas dat'll get dat work up out 'em I dont got luv fa u busta's, unless u my kinfolk yea u smell dat fruity fruit ? err'time da wind blow I throw away dat chump change, im all abot dat bigga dough Joc he a hood nigga, jus like Gorilla Zoe (Gorilla Zoe chopped & screwed) We bottle poppin, we we bottle poppin,(aye) We bottle poppin, we we bottle poppin,(aye) We bottle poppin, we we bottle poppin,(aye) Say say u gettin money, we we aint seen nuttin We bottle poppin, we we bottle poppin, We bottle poppin, we we bottle poppin, We bottle poppin, we we bottle poppin, Say say u gettin money, we we aint seen nuttin (Gorilla Zoe) When da money start droppin, all da ho's start jockin, When dem ho's start jockin, bottles start poppin, When dem bottles start poppin, know dat we're not stoppin Imma keep bringin bottles, den dem models start flockin, Imma throw a stack, she gon' throw it back, I pop da rubberband, she gon' pop ha back, She know dat I ball, she gon' grind da wall, She gon' bust it open, fo me & my dwags Got boi's in da club comin straight from the trap, Watch dem boi's cuff they gurls, cuz dey know we got dem stacks We in da middle of da flo' blowin cush packs, Got my workers in da bathroom, sellin pill packs, Now da 4o dont stop cuz dey we got dat guap, She gon' make ha booty clap & imma throw another knot, When da money still phat, dey know dat its a wrap, Bottle poppin ova herr, tell da dj bring it back (Gorilla Zoe chopped & screwed) We bottle poppin, we we bottle poppin,(aye) We bottle poppin, we we bottle poppin,(aye) We bottle poppin, we we bottle poppin,(aye) Say say u gettin money, we we aint seen nuttin We bottle poppin, we we bottle poppin, We bottle poppin, we we bottle poppin, We bottle poppin, we we bottle poppin, Say say u gettin money, we we aint seen nuttin (Yung Joc) When my nigga steve died, U know we popped dem bottles, Nigga's tried to run & hide, We went lookin wit dem choppa's, Now its time to take a ride in dat all black impala, If u niggas think im lyin' I put dat on my momma, & dats y err'time, his birthday come up, Imma hit da town, from sun down ta sun up Buy a couple rounds, till dey all get drug up, Fo my nigga, im a clown Like the numba 1 stunna Yea we in da club, my niggas on a pill or two Throw dat bitch a dub, tell dat ho' "im felling u" Pour ha some of dis bub, yea dats what im finna do, Den I ask a question, "shorty what'chu in to ?" Den she started blushing, tell me bring a friend or two A whole lotta rubba's we gon' cut ha' like a gin su Flexin knots of money, dats da shit beginna's do She know im gettin money & she wann be a winna too (Gorilla Zoe chopped & screwed) We bottle poppin, we we bottle poppin,(aye) We bottle poppin, we we bottle poppin,(aye) We bottle poppin, we we bottle poppin,(aye) Say say u gettin money, we we aint seen nuttin We bottle poppin, we we bottle poppin, We bottle poppin, we we bottle poppin, We bottle poppin, we we bottle poppin, Say say u gettin money, we we aint seen nuttin... Yung Joc |
Bout It Bout It (3LW) You think you know me but you have no idea Act like you bout it Well lemme put this in your ear If you really bout it Do it like a pose like you don't care If you bout it I dont doubt it Show me that you sure bout it (bout it) (Yung Joc) I'll get your mind off ties Cause the hustla don't stop If your girl don't chew then my name ain't Joc The money don't flip then the block ain't hot If she don't scream your name then your game just shot I gotta couple reasons you can call me the boss Il'l drop a couple stacks and watch your ass get lost Joc the real shit Shorty bes believe that If you ain't ride till die Bring them car keys back Take your foot off the brake Baby gon ride out If them suckas wanna hate Put um in time out I get that cake you'll soon find out If you ever cross me you'll get crossed out (3LW) I've seen it before in a rhyme and a roll Come and catch up with me baby don't stop Get to the floor whatchu waiting for Cause we can ride b straight to the top Wayy too long and now its the time to show um all that is not a game Cause I dont care what im lookin like I just wanna show you that im not goin no where You think you know me but you have no idea Act like you bout it Well lemme put this in your ear If you really bout it Do it like a pose like you don't care If you bout it I dont doubt it Show me that you sure bout it (bout it) (Yung Joc) Imma get rich and imma die tryinI ain't 50 Cent but respect my mind Respect my gansgsta respect my shine Put your click in chick if you step outta line I ain't Kanye but I been thru the wire Couple more albums before I retire Most of these rappers ain't nothin but liars How are they The Killers when they sing in the choir? Straight from the bottom and im tryin' to get higher Too many strikes, Got too many priors Messin with us like playin with fire Get your wick split, time to meet your messiah (3LW) I've seen it before in a rhyme and a roll Come and catch up with me baby don't stop Get to the floor whatchu waiting for Cause we can ride b straight to the top Wayy too long and now its the time to show um all that is not a game Cause I dont care what im lookin like I just wanna show you that im not goin no where You think you know me but you have no idea Act like you bout it Well lemme put this in your ear If you really bout it Do it like a pose like you don't care If you bout it I dont doubt it Show me that you sure bout it (bout it) Now I been walking up this road tryin' to find which way to go Tryin' to pull my faith Sometimes it seems like I don't know Now I gotta chance to touch ? And the answers right in front of me Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! You think you know me but you have no idea Act like you bout it Well lemme put this in your ear If you really bout it Do it like a pose like you don't care If you bout it I dont doubt it Show me that you sure bout it (bout it) You think you know me but you have no idea (No Idea) Act like you bout it Well lemme put this in your ear If you really bout it Do it like a pose like you don't care If you bout it I don't doubt it Show me that you sure bout it (bout it) Yung Joc |
Byob Byob (Yung Joc) Joc Joc don't stop, oh my God you're so hot Catch me on yo' block with 4 glocks and 4 shots Bet you niggaz know not, try me like a ho not Niggaz run in, kick the do', **** a do' knock Gotta make the quarter, I mix it with the soda I chop the dope and sell it with the Razor Motorola Hold up 'fore I have to load up, hollow tips they explode up Leave you pussy niggaz wet as chocha stankin with the odor Bring your own beer to the party aight Bring your own beer to the party aight Bring your own beer to the party mother****ers cause I heard you came to have a good time aight Alright, alright, alright, alright ah let's go Alright, alright, alright, alright ah let's go Alright, alright, alright, alright ah let's go Alright, alright, alright, alright let's go mother****er! (Yung Joc) Yeahhhh Yung Joc so jiggy, Lear Jet to yo' city Monday night, Magic City, thunderstorm when I'm tippin Ice game, super nifty, super kush, two for fifty Fat boy yellin out, pop bottles 'til I'm tipsy I like my chick booty big-o, lay my head on them big ole's Put her on her tiptoes, I get up in the middle I don't wine them, dine them, or rest have 'em I'm the 1 playboy, I press play and (Yung Joc) Party like a rockstar, better yet, block bar Lighter to the ceiling, grab a beer, pop the top boi I.F. so clear, freezer burn both ears Elders say "Oh dear" when they hear I'm near Rubber burn first gear, platinum on my first year Wood on my sheer, put my wood all in her grill Roof on fire, sound the alarm We don't need water (let the mother****er burn) (Yung Joc) Ha ha, 5 4 3 2, R-2-D-2 Let me see your robot, a little dance that we do Pyrite, no left, I'm hype, with no help On cloud 9 - heart racin like Corvette I need a material girl in a material world Give me slim on the backseat of my Imperial girl Go and show me what you work with, girl that's a perfect fit Hold up, stop, it hurts when you twist it... Yung Joc |
Coffee Shop Coffee Shop Welcome to starblocks Its young dirty Whos this? Its young dirty! Oh okay what you need? Hey i need some of them thangs, mayn How many of 'em? Two of 'em, give me two I got you, pull on around to the window pimp Aight shawty Ay ay ay joc what up patman Cuh cuz out here say he need two of them thangs O yea he want two of 'em? Yea, ay joc Whatup? You know tha motto! Yea Hustle by any means nigga First I take order like the coffee shop Then I steam it up and cook it like the coffee shop And then I sevre it out the window like the coffee shop (yea im comin in got my rims sittin real big) And it aint no returns at the coffee shop Man I make that paper stack up at my coffee shop One hit n they'll be back to the coffee shop (yea im comin in got my rims sittin real big) (Yung Joc) Okayy Its just another day at the coffee shop I grab them coffee beans, time to heat them coffee pots Turn them lights on, j's rush the parkin lot This the neighborhoods number one stop n shop No regular, we only serve the best For the low low, cheaper than the rest! Im takin orders, tell me whos next Only cash, no credit, no checks When your car stop, welcome to starblocks You wanna triple your knot? invest in our stock N now we doin numbers, like the closeout Make sure you shop wit me, before its sold out First I take order like the coffee shop Then I steam it up and cook it like the coffee shop And then I sevre it out the window like the coffee shop (yea im comin in got my rims sittin real big) And it aint no returns at the coffee shop Man I make that paper stack up at my coffee shop One hit n they'll be back to the coffee shop (yea im comin in got my rims sittin real big) (Gorilla Zoe) Cook it in the morning, sell it durin midday Whipped cream the same color as your latte I tell em vamonos, thas rapido, you need some mota? you gon call gorilla zoe You can get the coca if you got tha get it green Colombian, and i aint talkin coffee beans 12 to 12 Its always someone on the scene Starblocks, we get it out by any means Coffee shop, trap spot, hand to hand, get my guap Pockets still ounce for ounce Decafinated off the top Rockstar, rollin rocks Piano keys, work the block Welcome to starblocks, we trap like the coffee shop let go, see First I take order like the coffee shop Then I steam it up and cook it like the coffee shop And then I sevre it out the window like the coffee shop (yea im comin in got my rims sittin real big) And it aint no returns at the coffee shop Man I make that paper stack up at my coffee shop One hit n they'll be back to the coffee shop (yea im comin in got my rims sittin real big) (Yung Joc) Ah ha okay Everybody on the block know my nickname When you drop by just ask for whip game And all my money get counted when the shifts change They get into it, imma let my 4&5th bang If you need the number 1-800 starblocks Coca latte damned to make ya heart stop And now the haters hot so they run n tell the cops Shut this shit down, we set up shop on another block First I take order like the coffee shop Then I steam it up and cook it like the coffee shop And then I sevre it out the window like the coffee shop (yea im comin in got my rims sittin real big) And it aint no returns at the coffee shop Man I make that paper stack up at my coffee shop One hit n they'll be back to the coffee shop (yea im comin in got my rims sittin real big) Ay Kids plz don't do drugs, just bring 'em to me, and i'll get rid of 'em at the Coffee Shop Haha Joc you stupid... Yung Joc |
Cut Throat Cut Throat Deep Voice: Hustlenomics The Game: eh joc Yung Joc: wud up nigga? The Game: a nigga quick produced this shit? Yung Joc: Hell yeah The Game: shit crazy homie My niggas cut throat My niggas cut throat I got some killas on the east and the west coast Dem braids on your head, get up hoe, uh get up hoe, uh get up hoe My niggas cut throat My niggas cut throat I got some killas on the east and the west coast They whip game real good, they got the best tho Uh get up hoe, uh get up hoe The Game: I'm coming straight for your neck dawg, Razor blade hecklered and cocked, In California niggas back on the block, I'm from Compton mutha****a, the city of Gs We ain't got pretty bitches but we got plenty of these All my niggas cut throat, gang bang and cut throat Original bad boys man even Puff know We ain't mad about Pac, we know who did it We just mad that him and Big got crossed in nine senses I was 16 then, little nigga inspired Now me and Joc ridin, homie put that on the wire If hip hop was a building, I'd set it on fire and leave everybody to burn except Mya (haha) Nah, **** you bitch, I rescue all my niggas first and let em' **** you bitch On the east coast, them niggas say I'm dumb hot And when I'm in the south you can just ask Yung Joc My niggas cut throat My niggas cut throat I got some killas on the east and the west coast Dem braids on your head, get up hoe, uh get up hoe, uh get up hoe My niggas cut throat My niggas cut throat I got some killas on the east and the west coast They whip game real good, they got the best tho Uh get up hoe, uh get up hoe Yung Joc: Eh, I know some edgehangers, zonin till they reach the course Ya dey head banging for less than a brick or so Well acquainted with fiends and even dope addicts My niggas work the triple beams and they dope at it Hey, nigga you don't want no static Holes throw your chest, hard to breathe, like asthmatics Just like Big, tell them niggas, kidnap your kids, **** em in the ass and throw um over the bridge When I'm on the east, I'm ballin' wit that Jimmy cat (ballin!) Bad bitches everywhere, they all on my Jimmy sack We blowin sour Ds, hundred fifty packs, I **** with real Gs, like the Diplomats When I'm in cali, nigga we blow incense Call my nigga Cavi, to smoke away my stress The only coats you'll see locs and dickie suits or molguls Chirp my nigga JTLo in the booths it's ova My niggas cut throat My niggas cut throat I got some killas on the east and the west coast Dem braids on your head, get up hoe, uh get up hoe, uh get up hoe My niggas cut throat My niggas cut throat I got some killas on the east and the west coast They whip game real good, they got the best tho Uh get up hoe, uh get up hoe Jim Jones: (Jones! Jackal) Now shouts to Yung Joc (its poppin) Another one to block (its good) You can meet me in the hood the engine runnin on my drop (Ferrari shit) And we was just runnin from the cops (yeah) Cookin coco coco wit the stove or two wonders with the pots (Chef boy R' Jim) I started as a pumper on tha block, (uh huh) Either you slang crack rock or you had that wicked jump shot (swish) Either or, there was no inbetween, (no) It was either be poor or move coke to the fiends (get money) 20 it would cost, I was hopin 19 (give it to me cheaper) Tachiney valaws (?) I endulging the team (I was fly) Amongst the murders and plus the burglars (Who else?) The fly willie niggas when they start swerving up (and what) In them fly rides, niggas like the high side, (flossin') till they go slippin and you catch em' from the blind side (get outta that ride) Tap the glass and you give it to them 9 times (pow pow) He owes some cash but he didn't meet the timer (D O L) My niggas cut throat My niggas cut throat I got some killas on the east and the west coast Dem braids on your head, get up hoe, uh get up hoe, uh get up hoe My niggas cut throat My niggas cut throat I got some killas on the east and the west coast They whip game real good, they got the best tho Uh get up hoe, uh get up hoe Outro: Block: y'all know who I be? The Game: haha who you be nigga? Block: Cut throat masta numba 1 nigga, it's your boy big block nigga, and I ride with cut throat niggas, mutha****a we got richie lewis in the house, cutthroat man, cutthroat nigga, thuggin piece of my nigga, free my mutha****in dawg man, and last but not least nigga, I'm leadin the new south, haha, we ride sideways in the mutha****in chevy nigga, ya we up to no good, cut throat baby... Yung Joc |
Do Ya Bad Do Ya Bad If it's a problem Gon' let me know And if it ain't shit Nigga gon let it go But while it's on my mind I need to let you know Them choppas on deck And I ain't afraid to let em' go Yea I'll do ya do ya (do ya bad do ya bad) You on that dumb shit, ain't wit it man That's the main reason murders get committed man It can go down any minute man Whole squad jump out that black on black mini van So you betta be quick and on ya toes Where dem choppa bullets stop nobody knows Babies crying niggas dying all ova da place Mamma crying cuz his blood all ova her face This is not a game this is not a test Swiss cheese ya brain mayne you be laid to rest I'll bust yo head ask questions lata Throw yo duces sianara to you hatas I don't know ya bitch she don't know me either I suggest you keep it moving if you wanna keep her You don't want these problems that's a bad idea Machetti have ya ass running like diarrhea Nobody move nobody get hurt, shit If I pull dat tube errybody hit da dirt Look dis could be da boy dat if you only keep it coo nigga act like you growing steady still in middle Schoo nigga you don't really want dis beef bra put in back in the freeza You'll freeze up when I pull the heat then squeeze pull them knees up This is not a game this is not a test slow ya roll fo' you be laid to rest I'll sell you wet dope just to make it weigh rite Call dem boys set you up in broad daylight Yea I'll bang ya bitch I'll do you bad 9 months later now she screaming your da dad If you loose ya bun say I neva found da shit If I owe ya guap pay ya ass wit counterfeit Oh yea I'll flex ya nigga don't think I can't Have my broad put some suga in ya gas tank Cut your break line slash ya back tire When ya crank ya car ya engine catch fire Now I don't know what you been told But these are brief descriptions of how this hood goes... Yung Joc |
Don't Play Wit It Don't Play Wit It (Yung Joc) What it is man (sup?) Yung Joc, Block Entertainment Yeah, you wan' know somethin? (What'chu wanna know nigga?) I'ma take this mother****in time to let y'all niggaz know I'm tired of playin games.. I'm tired of playin wit'chu man (Preach on) Y'all niggaz comin up short on your money Your re up shit ain't right (nope, nope) Your grams off nigga, get that shit right (Tell 'em shawty) Let me talk to y'all This ain't make believe so why the **** is you playin You better listen close to what the **** I'm sayin Cause really all it takes is a couple grand Like AT&T I reach out and I touch a man Or I can let it go cause it ain't nuttin man But naw it's the principle so **** what you sayin E'ry dollar I want it, e'ry dime I need that So when it's time to break bread gimme no feedback (shh) Cause you don't want to piss me off And I get to poppin like we poppin Cristal See I cain't help it, that's just how we get down Let off a couple rounds, turn your smile to a frown Yeahhh I know, you think I'm bluffin 'Til I kick the do' and the goons they rush in Lay down on the flo' where you keep the coke in You say "I don't know" then your blood start gushin (Yung Joc) I done told your ass once (once) told your ass twice (twice) ****in with my paper, you're ****in wit'cha life (wit'cha life) Don't play with it (blam) don't play with it (blam) Don't play with it (blam) nigga don't play with it (blam) (Big Gee) Here he come once again Mr. Murder Man Smokin on the purple bad, pistol in my other hand ****in with my rubberbands get your ass murdered fast Chop you up and chop ya, then stuff ya in a duffel bag Ride wit'cha in the trunk 'til ya smellin bad Get your daughter after class, ride by snatch her ass I know a pussy nigga owe me a couple stack Pop him like he never had, but the nigga holdin back (nah) I ain't trippin now I'm lettin 'em pass, got that ass So I'm in the good, nigga smokin like a thermostat Flashin hella stacks, pie nigga Pontiac Actin for these hoes with my money, what kinda shit is that? I ain't feelin that, pay me for my ****in pack E'ry dime off e'ry zone, don't gimme that (nah) See it time for the chrome, go on pull it out Sad Sunday service for the sucker in the parking lot (Yung Joc) Better know the repercussions ****in with my dividends Yeah I got a hitman for the hitmen Leave your baby momma numb and I touch many fans If ye ain't tryin to see it I suggest you start prayin All I'm sayin; don't try to play me like I'm soft Treat you like mosquitoes when I skeet you with that Off That Joc crawl blood, nigga call me Red Cross Leave your wig leakin like you spilled spaghetti sauce ****in with my paper ye ain't right I'ma send them gators in the middle of the night Let 'em split your tater in front your wife No one can save ya put out your lights C'mon man That ain't how you do the shit bruh Out'chea playin with a nigga money and shit That ain't the shit to be ****in with It's hard out'chea in these streets nigga ****in people ****in wit'cha Niggaz rattin and shit That ain't what's up dawg It's the big dawg Diesel Yung Joc in the building, ya heard me? Yung Joc |
Dope Boy Magic Dope Boy Magic When I drop the work in tha pot it bounce back like elastic How you do that I call it dope boi magic Watch me work them plays like that 95 madden How you do that I call it dope boi magic I get it nine in tha morning by night it just plastic How you do that I call it dope boi magic I'm fresh ta death everyday like I jumped up out a casket How you do that I call it dope boi magic Numba one Turn a pair of bow Jackson raiders two A fresh pair of mariallen gators three Out ten niggas is sum hatas b4 its to late Five shots to ya tataa 6 fully chromed fronted Cotton candy coated Benz 7 grams of Presidential blowing in tha wind At 4am tha eight at nine touch down a beautiful play In my neighbour hood so what now got one O left you can snatch it 4 the seven Nigga keep ya chirp on alert just like nine eleven the 12 kreepin threw the hood like Jason keep it moven Friday 13th but bitch this ain't a movie I was only 14 when I dropped my first deal Made a 2way disappear like David Copperfield wala I recorded this at 2:15 left dop boi magic beatin' through your 15s When I drop the work in tha pot it bounce back like elastic How you do that I call it dope boi magic Watch me work them plays like that 95 madden How you do that I call it dope boi magic I get it nine in tha morning by night it just plastic How you do that I call it dope boi magic I'm fresh ta death everyday like I jumped up out a casket How you do that I call it dope boi magic Supa calafragiilistic expealidotious Chino is the dopest worken water like moses Tadaow check my footwork its dope boi magic How it match my ice and t shirt I'm packing and stacking bread Ducking and dogen feds a hoe wid sum good head shawty I love dat It ain't no secret just look at my 26s every time you see me Make you move like russle simmons check my position I'm the boss of some wise guys wanna know sum well teach you how birds fly Show you how gats cry trap or ya ****ing die hit it wid da soda Bring it back wid sum fia fia say O my look what it done to me That dope boi magic got me rich as I wanna be Say O my look what it done to me got me rich as I wanna be How you do that I call it dope boi magic Watch me work them plays like that 95 madden How you do that I call it dope boi magic I get it nine in tha morning by night it just plastic How you do that I call it dope boi magic I'm fresh ta death everyday like I jumped up out a casket How you do that I call it dope boi magic Numba one Turn a pair of bow Jackson raiders two A fresh pair of mariallen gators three Out ten niggas is sum hatas b4 its to late Five shots to ya tataa 6 fully chromed fronted Cotton candy coated Benz 7 grams of Presidential blowing in tha wind At 4am tha eight at nine touch down a beautiful play In my neighbour hood so what now got one O left you can snatch it 4 the seven Nigga keep ya chirp on alert just like nine eleven the 12 kreepin threw the hood like Jason keep it moven Friday 13th but bitch this ain't a movie I was only 14 when I dropped my first deal Made a 2way disappear like David Copperfield wala I recorded this at 2:15 left dop boi magic beatin' through your 15s When I drop the work in tha pot it bounce back like elastic How you do that I call it dope boi magic Watch me work them plays like that 95 madden How you do that I call it dope boi magic I get it nine in tha morning by night it just plastic How you do that I call it dope boi magic I'm fresh ta death everyday like I jumped up out a casket How you do that I call it dope boi magic 4 tha last couple years I been maken dope tracks Ridden threw tha city wida A on my hat Nitty keep sum work just ask Mrs Beat Say you needa hit nigga come see me Spend 20 gz I can put you in tha game My beats cost bird fare nitty got game Quick to make hit just ask JB Dope boi millionaire thats me When I drop the work in tha pot it bounce back like elastic How you do that I call it dope boi magic Watch me work them plays like that 95 madden How you do that I call it dope boi magic I get it nine in tha morning by night it just plastic How you do that I call it dope boi magic I'm fresh ta death everyday like I jumped up out a casket How you do that I call it dope boi magic... Yung Joc |
Flip Flop Flip Flop (Talking) Yea, yung joc listen Here baby yea won't you make ya Move ya best move Flip flop candy drop mj's wit da socks dope boy get fresh Chevy on my head rest how ya feel? i feel good Chrome exhaust with the leather in the wood Flip flop candy drop mj's wit da socks dope boy get fresh Chevy on my head rest how ya feel? i feel good Custom bucket seats baby i knew you would (Cheri) Ridin in ya chevrolet drop top We can do alot of things wit the top dropped I see ya flossin like a boss babe Oo suga make me wanna break you off babe Shawty wat it is whats on ya mind? Ya miss me fresh out hit da button top recline I'm glowing on the pine down martin luther king I'm looking like a dream cause the chevy so clean Dem j's on gleam check my gangsta lean Gorillas in my trunk so you know just how im vean? Dem peanut butter guts so plush is wat im used ta hit The turbo booster The mr. throw the duece up Paint still drippin like it's fresh up out the shower 12 in the cut a couple shots of blunt power? I rep dat fo' five flat lands eighty V I skate off in the woods southside shady P (shady p) Flip flop candy drop mj's wit da socks dope boy get fresh Chevy on my head rest how ya feel? i feel good Chrome exhaust with the leather in the wood Flip flop candy drop mj's wit da socks dope boy get fresh Chevy on my head rest how ya feel? i feel good Custom bucket seats baby i knew you would Yo, yo pull up in da seven seven cutlas and im throwed Got the swivel seats good shift and flow Underneath the hood gotta fo'54 Plus the brain blowed out so i can blow out my dro Chrome pipes roarin like lion in the jungle Be careful not to stumble they know i got that work by the bundle Catch me wit a quarter piece Somethin from the middle east Show em' the decator streets Laid back in these ostrich seats I'm in the hood makin deals on the cell phone Peakin at that ass crack bustin out that lil thong **** em good grippin wood is how i get my gangsta on Pussy nigga try ima put one in ya thinkin dome Flip flop candy drop mj's wit da socks dope boy get fresh Chevy on my head rest how ya feel? i feel good Chrome exhaust with the leather in the wood Flip flop candy drop mj's wit da socks dope boy get fresh Chevy on my head rest how ya feel? i feel good Custom bucket seats baby i knew you would (Jody Breeze) Well ima keep it simple dont i ride clean? (yea) White cutlas wit the beat down system All black caddillac parailez on the tire flip flop candypaint the bitches goin wild My engine gotta hemmy hear me from a mile To when you see us comin bets believ its goin down Catch me in the city it dont matter what it cost I can still get it wit the top peeled off Like mj hit mo' mj jacket Mj's on my feet just to match it Pimp ima keep grindinyall keep talking cause ima keep shinin Flip flop candy drop mj's wit da socks dope boy get fresh Chevy on my head rest how ya feel? i feel good Chrome exhaust with the leather in the wood Flip flop candy drop mj's wit da socks dope boy get fresh Chevy on my head rest how ya feel? i feel good Custom bucket seats baby i knew you would (Cheri) Ridin in ya chevrolet drop top We can do alot of things wit the top dropped I see ya flossin like a boss babe Oo suga make me wanna break you off babe... Yung Joc |
Gettin' To Da Money Gettin' To Da Money (Intro Samples) I be getting to da money, I be getting to da money I be - I be getting I be getting I be getting to da money I be I be getting I be getting I be I be getting I be getting I be I be getting I be getting I be get I be get I be I be getting to da money, I be getting to da money I be I be getting I be getting I be getting to da money I-I be I be getting I be get (Ohh) I be getting I be get (Ohh) I be getting I be get (Ohh) I be get I be I (Yung Joc) That right Talk to 'em; let's go I'm getting to da money twenty four seven, ain't shit changed The cars and the cribs all in my bitch name I'm takin federal chances to make the bezel dance Bitches lookin at me makin sexual advances Nigga ain't shit sweet but you know I'm (Caked up) Got murder men for hire now the (Murder rate up) If snitches on the block, now the (Tıp way up) Block ENT bitch (You can't fade us) Keep the stacks in my momma attic, blow in the basement (shh) Hellafied lawyers make you say where the case went When it's showtime, pay them haters no mind I can make my money flip fo' times in no time (Mike Carlito) Every since I was a young boy nigga movin them G-Units Got the whole city supplied with packs, and that fruity Pop the trunk, money bags and crack, I keep it movin Shake the stack, nigga chopper go Brrap, at your medulla Who you niggaz know, get money like me Mr. Sun Choice Keep them pots of boiling water straight drop, so place your order Got them bricks I'm comin for ya, credit card to the savings Tie your wife up in the basement, hundred thou' where you lay Plus I, get to da money like casinos A young, Robert DeNiro, six K off in the earlobe Ahh you know it's Carlito's Way, I hold that pimp yay Girl and boy, **** the drop, fake niggaz I can't employ (Gorilla Zoe) Yeah, yeah Shorty who you bank with the streets of America Who you roll with the dope boys and dope girls I'm tellin ya What that Chevy sittin on oh it's them deuce deuce Derringers What about yo' connects Pablo from South America Where you stash the money that shoebox in the closet How you move the work I buy it and you haul it How you handle hoes my nigga you call it Tell 'em how the game goes keep ballin and stop stallin Eenie meenie miney moe the Phantom or the Lambo Pop the trunk niggaz got straps like I'm Rambo And Zoe is getting money, know it when they see it nigga I'm here now, you're old news, yeah this my season nigga... Yung Joc |
He Stayed In Trouble (Interlude) He Stayed In Trouble (Interlude) (Griff) Yo I can't here no music. [Laughing Clears Throught] What's this say here? They wanna know about this young man, well I'ma tell you about this young man, real fast. Cause that's what happens to everybody, they always wanna know what somebody else is doin', so here it go. From the westside AND the southside of Atlanta, Georgia, I bring you a trend setta Chino Doller's potna Ms. B Fantley Block Entertainment's own From Harper Highschool, Bannica Highschool. This nigga went to open campus, he stayed in trouble... Yung Joc |
Hear Me Coming Hear Me Coming All the hoes lose they mind when they see me stunting Dope Boys lose they mind when they hear me coming All the haters get to running when they hear that choppa drumming, Bllupp, blllluup bumping (Yung Joc) Y'all ready know, ya ain't even gotta wonder I was voted number one rapper to drop this summer A one hit wonder, how the hell ya figure that? My rhymes like crack, fiends screaming, "Gimmie that!" I'm being like a monkey, and that '73 dope Need a desert eagle, reefer smelling like a skunk Got a bitch named Judy, with a real big booty Blue star keep a nigga riding cuji If it's a problem, I suggest you let it go Got some killers over there, more hellan than the lord I beat the block up You can hear me when I'm coming If it's a problem then the choppers start drumming, drumming My niggas flip birds Your niggas flip burgers My niggas got work Your niggas just workers My niggas, we get heard Your niggas is unheard of My niggas murder Your niggas get murdered My niggas wet niggas Your niggas get drenched My niggas play the field Your niggas ride bench My niggas is quarterbacks Your niggas just receive With a single flinch boy, your niggas retreat My niggas take the coke and they let the shit cook Your niggas experiment with dope and get hooked Now ain't that something, let the story get told As the plot thickens and the script unfolds I get back around three We can do it more again Message to them hater middle finger to the wind Let my chain swang, with a limp in my walk Baby hush ya mouth, respect a pimp when he talk Everybody know that I do it for the hood Help feed the hungry, now my homies all good Word on the street, Joc got the heat Suede on the seat, 28's on the feet Two bottle of Crys, baby go on spend money When ya add it up now I'm drinking red money My wrist gone froze Make em jump out of they clothes go on enjoy your night 'cause tomorrow you gotta go Ha ha ha, nigga Rookie of the year, play ya position nigga, you all **** boys stop ya hustling, you all niggas know how we do it. You all know what it is. All the way from the mother****ing west side to the south side nigga. ML king, Fabora, Four-five, the whole Four block, Three tweny. What's up Koolaide? Yeah. Rest in peace my nigga Steve, Chris Terry, Lil' Mike, Black Horace, we gonna take it to the mother****ing south side nigga. College Park! Ya know what I'm talking about. Born and raised, Shady P nigga. What it is. I see ya out there Tony V. Carl Moe, what up nigga? Fresh stat from college park. I see ya nigga. Ain't nothing but love, you all know how we do it. Yung Joc! Block entertainment. Bitch! Shorty Slick, where ya at? Ya up next nigga. And I'm outta here... Yung Joc |
Hell Yeah Hell Yeah (Yung Joc) Shorty what the mood is, stacks on deck (hell yeah) Is that your life savings hangin 'round your neck (hell yeah) You put some shoes on that old school 'llac (hell yeah) Is you my nigga 'til they take your last breath (hell yeah) Any kind I'm wit'cha way, wit'cha way I'm wit'cha (hell yeah) Any kind I'm wit'cha way, wit'cha way I'm wit'cha (hell yeah) Any kind I'm wit'cha way, wit'cha way I'm wit'cha (hell yeah) Any kind I'm wit'cha way, wit'cha way I'm wit'cha (Yung Joc) Ay look, ay, Yung J-O-C now E'rybody, know me, better believe I'm O.G. Back back, gimme fo' feet, fo' the iron leave you with a slow leak Slow creep through yo' neighborhood, black SS with the gator and the wood 350 big block under my hood, crack my window smell that good Wipe it down I wish you would, bite my style you wish you could On my town I rep my hood, 'til they lay me down it's understood Oh yes I ride for my homies, I die for my homies I lost a couple loved, yeah I cry for my homies Big guap' on deck, crack rocks on my neck Patron shots up next, make it rain, leave 'em wet What I got ay you can get it pimp, tell me what's the bid'ness pimp Crush the cake then make it flip, then be shoppin on the Imp If you think I'm lyin then my name ain't Joc The hustle gotta hollerate cause I ain't gon' stop Yeah I play my cards well but this ain't poker, I ain't bluffin And if you thug it like I thug it then I got one question (Yung Joc) Oh yeah my swagger kill 'em, call me Belligi Williams Don't let the smooth taste fool ya, J so sick need penicillin I love the streets boi, I **** with D boy Whole lot of money off in these streets so pull up a seat let's eat boy Haters gon' have plenty to say, long as pennies off in my safe So don't make me retaliate, AK spray every kinda which a way (Brrr) I do shit you never seen befo', all my clothes next season hoe All my whips the cleanest yo, if you ain't gon' ball what you breathin foFrom hood to hood my name good, Cartier lens, frame wood Your bitch a 10, the brains good (I love this song) I knew you would Real recognize real, dawg that's just how I feel I got nuttin but love to give, on everything that's how I live (Diddy) Aiyyo Joc, lemme get some of this man! C'mon check this out Okay I live it, I done it, oh yeah that's Hustlenomic The ice, the clothes, leave hoes astonished I know, you see it, think twice to believe it Dope boy, magic, got my pinky gleaming Give you the shoes off my feet, shirt off my back The blueprint to these streets, show you how to make that paper stack C'mon (hell yeah) I'm there for real (hell yeah) I'm super chill (Hell yeah) If you need a tip I'm right here (Let's go) Yung Joc |
Hustlenomic Hustlenomic (Yung Joc) Alright boys and girls You finally made it to the end of the album I hope you learned somethin But the best is yet to come (Welcome to hustlenomic) (Yung Joc) Who would've imagined that life would be so good nigga; now I'm on Cause I'm tired of all the games nigga; now I'm grown Tell you what the game's missing; right from wrong Respect game young nigga, tell them haters so long (Yung Joc) You can call me Malcolm X, I hustle by any means Take the blow, break it down, weigh it on triple beams I'll cook it, I'll whip it, I'll ship it, I'll flip it I'll rock 'til the mother****in feds come knockin The owner of the hand, I can be the middleman Best if you don't know the man, I just tax an extra grand I get you what'cha want we call that captain and the booker Hustlenomic yeah I'll chop you one, I got it if you want it I'm from the slums, and the sticks, turned crumbs, into bricks Got a bum, full of knicks, gun full of hollow tips And where I'm from we shared everything, we called it hand me downs I implemented Hustlenomic, pimp look at me now (Yung Joc) I can show you how to hustle, show you how to hustle Let me show you how to hustle (Welcome to hustlenomic) Let me show you how to hustle, show you how to hustle I can show you how to hustle nigga (Welcome to hustlenomic) Grab a number two pencil cause I'm 'bout to test niggaz This game about to drop, shit I'm 'bout to bless niggaz I tell 'em no cheating's allowed, eyes on your test nigga I graduated with honors cause see I was the best nigga Two plus two don't equal fo' in my world Seventeen five get your ass thirty six o's of that girl Okay class let's settle down (shhh) you better pay attention Cause I bet the class clown end up in federal detention And when I say detention I ain't talkin after school Cause if you're slippin on your pimpin you'll be rockin county blues Quit trickin on these hoes, man they guaranteed to choose Stop trigger your re up or you're guaranteed to lose Guarantee you slicker with your hustle, do it like the mob do Learn to talk in code, learn to keep the law up off you Cause you niggaz keep snitchin, and hoes keep talkin Either they throw away the ki' or they gon' put you in a coffin (Yung Joc) Hahahahahaha If you made it to this portion of the album Give yourselves a round of applause man I wanna say thank you personally from the bottom of my heart For takin the time, to ride with me nigga To wake up to this shit, to go to sleep to this shit To thug to this shit, to get money to this shit nigga Hustlenomic$ is what it is It's not a campaign for mother****in attention This is what I do Like I said, if you listen to this shit Apparently what you do nigga, get money, Block E-N-T... Yung Joc |
I Know You See It I Know You See It Inny meeny minny (minny) mo (mo) How many bitches from the club won't go I know you see it (see it), I know you see it I'm like inny meeny minny mo (mo) How many niggas in the club won't go I know you see it (I know you see it), I know you see it (I know you see it) Now you can call me tipdrill (drill), playing my song (song) Throw a couple ones, then she throw away her thong (thong) When she bust it open, take a picture with my phone (with my phone) She love my cologne, I call it perk body zone (body zone) Now she pussy poppin', it's goin' down (it's goin' down) Slap the waitress on the booty, tell her "get another round" (another round) And when I make it rain, money all over the ground (the ground) Fresh force ones, Sean John button down (button down) And then I'm like "oh (oh) boy (boy), a clique fulla stars (stars)" Big four fifth, big dick, and big cars At the end of the day, when it's all said and done (done) I need four freaks 'cause I need more than one (one) Inny meeny minny (minny) mo (mo) How many bitches from the club won't go I know you see it (I know you see it), I know you see it (I know you see it) I'm like bim (bim) bam (bam), I know you want some (some) She chewing on the dick like a piece of bubble yum I know you see it (I know you see it), I know you see it (see it) I'm like inny meeny minny mo How many niggas in the club won't go I know you see it (I know you see it), I know you see it (I know you see it) I'm like bim bam (bam), I know you want some (some) You chewing on the pussy like a piece of bubble yum I know you see it (I know you see it), I know you see it (I know you see it) I ain't never been the type to show off in the club (club) Real laid back poppin' plenty bottles of (of) Bub, don't smoke but I got much perk (perk) Get that nigga real high, make him slurp it then burp (hey) Could you be a groupie? I hear you singin' my song (song) Like I see you, lemme feel your tongue (lemme feel your tongue) It's T, miss B nigga, let me get you laced (laced) Take a step back, blow the pussy in ya face I ain't talking cush nigga, I'm talking a rat race So many to choose from, give 'em all a little taste Gotta house fulla pussy, the madam of hip hop My bitches are superstars, so gushy you need a mop Yea Inny meeny minny mo (mo) How many bitches from the club won't go I know you see it (see it), I know you see it I'm like bim (bim ) bam (bam), I know you want some (some) She chewing on the dick like a piece of bubble yum I know you see it (see it), I know you see it (see it) I'm like inny meeny minny (minny) mo (mo) How many niggas in the club won't go I know you see it (I know you see it), I know you see it (I know you see it) I'm like bim (bim) bam (bam), I know you want some (some) You chewing on the pussy like a piece of bubble yum I know you see it (I know you see it), I know you see it (I know you see it) I got stacks on deck, snowflakes on my neck New J's on my feet, make my outfit complete I know you see it (see it), I know you see it I got stacks on deck, niggas love my flow Got a Mohawk blowin', air forces that glow I know you see it (see it), I know you see it Inny meeny minny (minny) mo (mo) How many bitches from the club won't go I know you see it (see it), I know you see it I'm like bim (bim) bam (bam), I know you want some (some) She chewing on the dick like a piece of bubble yum I know you see it (see it), I know you see it (see it) I'm like inny (inny) meeny (meeny) mo (mo) How many niggas in the club won't go I know you see it (I know you see it), I know you see it (I know you see it) Yung Joc |
I'm Him I'm Him Ever seen a do or die, ride or die nigga (I'm him) Ever seenn a nigga flip a pie quicka (I'm him) Have ya ever seen a young, fly nigga (well I'm Him) Have ya ever (I'm him) have Ya ever (I'm him) I'm a grown man,lil boy get gone, dis is my life,my hustle,my song. Is ya mad, Ima mastermind, hit ya wit da 4-5 leave ya ass absent mind. me a **** boy? Dats absent mind, aint nan notha chevy out here fast as mine. 26 no inh wit da Alpine, I meet a bitch, break a bitch in my past time. Im da truth dog, dats my word, Do ya self a favor, dont get served. And if ya got questions dis da business,Stay on top of ya competition. If ya work good, jus hold out. So, when da drowt come erybody sold out. dats when ya doulbe up den watch it bounce back. Do dat again times 10 den ya count dat. In 88' I took ya Jays and ya bomber coat. Now days its ya jays and bomber coke. Yall cats turn gangsta on pro toons, Ima professional gangsta wit pro toons. Ya got beef? Whoa man, ta me u as soft as a woman. Bitches will never know how i get mine, when I put her on da track better get mine. Yeah, dats how its done round here, quiet as kept nigga Im da Don round here. Now check my rapsheet, I aint a convict, Go jail get rite out, aint dat Don shit. I know alot of cats, real hood niggas. Some kill, some steal, some good niggas. But dey will never be quite like me, I love da mighty dollar dat excites me. Yung J-O-C come see me. I got heat see it up close,3-D. I give ya brain freeze, Im so raw. Like coke turn ya cabbage into cole slaw. Squeeze tricks, split ya wig ike a mohawk. Ya brought it on yaself, Its yo fault. Now erybody on da block know who did it, but uhh where ya body and da dope? Man i hide it... Yung Joc |
It's Goin' Down It's Goin' Down Nitty: Here we go again Ghetto field USA You know I go by the name Nitty right? I gotta introduce you to anotha mutha****a in my squad right This nigga go by the name of Joc He resides in College park right But for right now what we gotta do for yall we gotta give yall a hit Niggas in my face damn near every day aska million questions like Joc where you stay tell 'em College Park where they chop cars In 20 grand spend a grand at the bar Just bought a zone J's on my feet I'm on that Patrone so get like me '69 cutlass wit the bucket seats beat in my trunk ballin just for the freaks Catch me in the hood Posted by the store pistol in my lap on the phone countin dough If ya girl choose let her do her thang just like her mama nice ass nice brain Everbody love me I'm so fly Nigga throw the dueces everytime i ride by I know you wonder why I'm so cool Dont ask me just do what you do meet me in the Trap it's goin down meet me in the mall it's goin down meet me in the club it's goin down anywhere you meet me guaranteed to go down Verse number two Do the damn thang Cubes on my neck Pocket fulla Ben Franks when Im in the mall hoes just pause Pop a few tags gimme dat on da wall time to flip the work make the block bump Boys N da Hood Call me Black by my trunk Dope Boy magic 7 days a week number one record long as Nitty on the beat Ooh I think they like me betta yet I know LIghts, camera, action when I walk through the door Niggas know my crew we certified stars Valet in the front bout 35 cars Bitches in the back Black in the coupe Girls likin Girls time to recruit if you gotta problem say it to my face we can knuckle up anytime any place meet me in the Trap it's goin down meet me in the mall it's goin down meet me in the club it's goin down... Yung Joc |
Knock It Out Knock It Out Yea, I been there I done that Knock the pussy out, now she running back So I knock the pussy out Knock it out, knock it out I knock the pussy out Knock it out, knock it out First thing first, I like all kinda hoes Some go to spellman, some dance with no clothes Mama name me Joc 'cause I do the damn thang When I throw the dick they come back like boomerangs Beat the pussy up like a ole beat machine Oop, there it is, bring a friend, tag team Then I beat 'em up like the woofers in my vert I give her tylonel 'cause she say her jaws hurt Need a chick like Trina, make her dreams come true Baby when I cum, guarantee you cum too And like Three 6, the dick hypnotize minds I put that on my mama baby if you think I'm lyinLil mama I'mma (beat it up) All night I'mma (beat it up) That mouth, I'mma (beat it up) That back, I'mma (beat it up) That's right I've I been there I done that Knock the pussy out, now she running back So I knock the pussy out Knock it out, knock it out I knock the pussy out Knock it out, knock it out 1 + 1, then that equals two Bitches on deck, one for me and one for you Just the way I like, straight A Town Meet me in the room, guarantee it go down Yea, your baby daddy mad, you woulda spilled the beans Don't get mad 'cause she on my drill team I turn virgins into sex fiends I turn nightmares into wet dreams Make a jukebox wet, make her think she on her cycle Hit her from the back, then I grab her by the micros Make her touch her toes 'til her knees turn weak Neighbors complain 'cause they say they can't sleep Lil mama I'mma (beat it up) All night I'mma (beat it up) That mouth, I'mma (beat it up) That back, I'mma (beat it up) That's right I've I been there I done that Knock the pussy out, now she running back So I knock the pussy out Knock it out, knock it out I knock the pussy out Knock it out, knock it out When it's time for round three, strap on another glove T.K.O, now the hoe all in love She love to call me tyson when I nibble on her ear I hit her wit a combo, now she call me Holyfield I know it sound vulgar but that's the way she like it Got the worlds biggest (shhh), don't matter, just don't bite it No I'm not conceited but see I keep it trill Playboyz shout it, Mr Black and decradrill Yea your girl say my name, please don't take offense Have 'em bent like this, suckin' on some gangsta shit I don't think it's worth it if you really want the truth 'cause this present time she givin' brain in the houpe Lil mama I'mma (beat it up) All night I'mma (beat it up) That mouth, I'mma (beat it up) That back, I'mma (beat it up) That's right I've I been there I done that Knock the pussy out, now she running back So I knock the pussy out Knock it out, knock it out I knock the pussy out Knock it out, knock it out Lil mama I'mma (beat it up) All night I'mma (beat it up) That mouth, I'mma (beat it up) That back, I'mma (beat it up) That's right I've... Yung Joc |
Livin' The Life Livin' The Life [Southerngirl (Yung Joc)] I'm just, livin the life, of a young baller shot caller Dope rider don't mind me I'm just doin my thang Livin the life, of a go-getter, no-quitter Gotta get to the money, get money money hey Livin the life Livin the life, livin the life, livin the life (I'ma live every day like a holiday) (Gotta get to the money, get get to the money) (Yung Joc) I've been around the world just like dosey do Bet Joc Bangkok in Tokyo Big money by the bankroll, oh fo' shoAin't tryin to brag, just as long as you know Hey you, tell me why you actin like you're shocked Been gettin money since my debut dropped (Cha ching) Pop a couple tabs with my man and them Date an international chick now I'm landin them International suites now I'm stayin in them International freaks I'm playin with them I can porco hoes, hit the sand with them We **** all night then I abandon them Take a top model chick to the cabin man Call me freaky Jason, get to stabbin man She call a few friends, run a caravan I call a few friends, I love sharin man (Yung Joc) You see I ball all day up in Amsterdam Nigga Swiss Miss chick and smoke half a gram She love takin snapshots on the phone cam Knockin out a ringtone that's a jam I see shit that every nigga don't see I bang Brazil broads under the palm tree Convinced her to skip town, just her and me Hit the P and bank exchange my currency Now my flight leaves at 9, I can't be late Got a big dollar date somewhere back in the states M-I-A yo or Cuban bistro Feel the wind blow, from the seashoSix hour flight back to the West coast Somewhere swank where Tyra Banks gettin close Or Eva Pickford, I really dig her I got some nerve to take this picture (Yung Joc) Now you don't have to like what I do I'ma do me, and you do you I say that you don't have to like the way I ride I'm a G, and I gets mine Yeah I can't lie man, I done seen amazing places Amazing broads with amazing faces Persuade them to do things, I make 'em taste it Baby let's rinse off, we bathin naked Time to change clothes, we Bathing Ape it This lavish lifestyle, I can't escape it Leave no paper trail, the feds can't trace it Blow a couple hundred thou' around the world, let's make it Now you don't have to like what I do I'ma do me, and you do you I say that you don't have to like the way I ride I'm a G, and I gets mine... Yung Joc |
Momma Momma (Yung Joc) Ay you know what, eh heh When I started recordin this album I said I wasn't gonna do a, 'know dear momma type of record but I felt the need to cause ahhh I wanna express how I feel about my momma But at the same time I wanted y'all to know that if I ever found a woman out there that, was anything like my momma Shıt I got to have her (Jazze Pha) Ain't another girl on this earth, like my momma But if I find that girl, I'ma make her my woman If I find another girl, like my momma I can go unconditional love 'til they take me under (Yung Joc) Gyeah; first thing first, where do I start This feeling that I'm feeling is real it's not a facade The angel that I call momma was sent by God Been through thick and thin, better times, even hard Raisin two boys in the ghetto wasn't easy Shit was goin wrong but she made it seem peachy Yeah she worked long hours, whether rain and the freezin Pulled out the Vicks vapor rub when I was sneezin When the kid laid her off and the rent was past due Mom was a O.G., did what she had to I got kicked out of school, she had to talk to my principal Yeah she kicked my ass, but her love is unconditional I love my momma (Yung Joc) Yo, yo I remember my first BMX, she showed me how to ride She used to lick her thumb to wipe the cold out my eyes Oh yeah I can't forget her cookin how it stick to my ribs She could take Spam and make a first class meal When my nigga Steve, me and her both cried And when I got locked up, she bailed me out every time Guess I'll never know how she remained so strong Received Medicaid and food stamps for so long We was section 8 all the way 'til I was grown She played both roles, king and queen of the throne I'm not exaggeratin, not even to the slightest This came from the heart, so I ain't even have to write it I love my momma (Yung Joc) I'ma try to stop the music one time Want y'all to clap with me, c'mon Now if you love your momma clap yo' hands If you love your momma clap yo' hands (aww yeah) If you love your momma clap yo' hands If you love your momma clap yo' hands (aww yeah) Shorty, I brought you in this world, I'll take you out You said it when you caught me skippin school, makin out Momma you stayed down, you never faked it Stayed by my side when they thought I wouldn't make it And when I had a son, they said I need a job That's when you told me son, just follow your heart And so I did that, I went through all the drama So I just wanna take this time to say I love you momma... Yung Joc |
New Joc City (Intro) New Joc City (Intro) (movie announcer) Now showing New Joc City, starring Yung Joc, A-T-L's most wanted In an action packed movie about gunfights grinding, the ol' trap, and most of all, getting money (Yung Joc) Oh you already know what it is folk Hey folk, y'all niggaz watch out, dope boy's coming Let me paint a picture, here's the backdrop Niggaz on the block with a sock full of rocks My intuition tells me, here come the cops First nigga run, last nigga get knocked A couple hours later when it's time to get bonded Ten percent of four stacks cost you four hundred I had to use a alias cause I'm a most wanted Now I'm back in the Chevy on the pedal and I'm running (announcer) New Joc City! (dispatcher) 210, we have a visual on the subject (the police) Roger that (Five oh nigga!) Nigga I see 'em that's five oh nigga (Oh shit!) Nigga that's five oh (Run nigga!) (Yung Joc) Now I gotta switch up cause my trap on fire It's hot like the thermostat was set on high I need another spot just to stash those pies I'ma juice the first down hoe that rode by I'ma tell ya like this, watch yourself bruh The first time she get wrong it time to check her Even though she lick me from my balls to my neck up I gotta watch myself cause this could be a set up (announcer) The saga continues (loud knocking on door) (Yung Joc) Baby see who the **** who it is (the broad) I don't know! (Yung Joc) You got, you got somebody coming over here? (the broad) Nah, I mean, you know nobody coming this late (Yung Joc) Man, who the **** is that man (Yung Joc) Them mother****ers acting (glass breaking) (Yung Joc) like they trying to get in though man Oh Shıt (Yung Joc) That's when the do' swang open like Wham Niggaz pointing choppers at me like Uncle Sam Thanking to myself "What the ****, God damn" I sho' hop to God that this nigga chopper jam I'm looking at him crazy, I don't know what to tell him He put the chopper to the back of my cerebellum I tell him, the block's in that box on the floBut if you touch that bitch the whole house gon' explode (announcer) New Joc City! (computer) 10 seconds 'til detonation Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, goodbye (kaboom) (announcer) This has been another Bad Boy South (announcer) Block Entertainment production (announcer) Now showing in your local ****ing hood... Yung Joc |
Pak Man Pak Man See in my hood, we got monkey bars... and candy cars I'm the man right here, everybody know my name in my hood They call me Pak Man shorty In my hood (I'm Pak Man) my hood (I'm Pak Man) In my hood (I'm Pak Man) my hood (I'm Pak Man) In my hood (I'm Pak Man) my hood (I'm Pak Man) 1- Shorty I'm the man and everybody know my name 2- Yeah they call me Pak Man and everybody know my name [Yung Joc (alter ego)] (Geyeah, let me introduce myself they call me Pak Man) I makes it all about your cash man, get it by the pack man (See me on the block, throw the deuce or give me dap man) So how you rock your 850 (I rock it to the back man) (Chevy sittin tall, deuce-deuce dubs plus) (Sittin on the phone book, just to throw the deuce up) So who's the, #1 stunna in your hood (Everybody know my name, Pak Man, it's understood) So where you from? (Westside, and that College Park) So what'chu do? (Yeah I gets money from dusk to dawn) So how you ball? (Magic City, yeah blow a thousand ones) So how you shine? (Candy paint oh my God it's like the sun) [Yung Joc (alter ego)] Ay pimp man lemme ask you somethin So how you grind? (Man I grind 'round the clock) Who's your favorite rapper? (Hmm, T.I., Jeezy and Yung Joc) Why T.I. (Cause T.I. he the king) (Jeezy say Yeah on everything) (I like Joc man, shorty be stuntin) (Matter fact, that's the cat, who taught me hustlenomic) Hustlenomıc (Yeah, I almost forgot) Forgot what? ((Everyday I'm hustlin) like Rick Ross, Ha) Ha ha ha (I'm so clean, I like to make my shoulder lean) (Like Young Dro, my Rover lookin like po'k & beans) Wow (I'll lay you down, lay you down for them 23's) (In my hood just like Ball and 'JG) [Yung Joc's high pitched alter ego (Joc)] Let me show you how it's done, ay Ay I pull up on the shine, cut it to the left With the top dropped down everybody lose they breath Y'all haters know my name, so won'tcha quit playin Take a look at my two step, now what'cha sayin (let me see ya) Pak Man (won'tcha do the) Pak Man (let me see ya) Pak Man (won'tcha do the) Pak Man (let me see ya) Pak Man (won'tcha do the) Pak Man (won'tcha let me see ya do the Pak Man) Pak Man Yo, I guess y'all thought I couldn't do it Because I wasn't but yay high, and only so old But I was always told man, do what'cha do And you'll be okay, y'all drop the hook for 'em... Yung Joc |
Patron Patron (Yung Joc) (Ohhh) Uh huh (Shit What up Chino Dolla?) New Joc City (Here it is) But right now, you 'bout to witness a nigga gone off that Patron (Heh-heh, aight) I'm talking 'bout seven shots up Y'knahmtalkinbout? (Seven shots? Woo ooh, shit!) (Boyz N Da Hood) The next round on you nigga, ha ha Now what I want y'all to do (What'chu want me to do nigga?) Take that shit to the mother****ing head, to the flo' nigga Let's go I just bought a zone, J's on my feet I'm on that Patron, so get like me I just bought a zone, J's on my feet I'm on that Patron, so get like me Er ery'body love me, I'm so fly Niggaz throw the deuces ery'time I ride by Er ery'body love me, I'm so fly Niggaz throw the deuces ery'time I ride by C'mon me tell me what it do, I do it for the A When the top drop, rock the platinum Cartier Got that Microsoft so they call me Bill Gates Ice links 'round my neck looking like I build gates I'm Mr. Amoco, yeah I got the pumps Pockets on swoll looking like they got the mumps I'm 'bout my change, gotta get the riches From the look of thangs y'all getting JC Penney's Pass that Patron, the lime's right thurr Rock with it, lean with it, in my Nike Urr Wink my eye at your bitch, now she wishing she could touch See the J's on my feet, and she love the diamond cuts Fresh to death, everyday like I jumped up out a caskets Ask Chino Dolla 'bout that dope boy magic Connected like apartments, keep one in the cartridge Chevy seats ostrich, name in the carpet I mix Patron and Everglow, I call it anti freeze Take one sip her drawers fall to her knees Mister V.I.P., get it like me Ice piece on my wife beat I call it Ice T Kush by the seven, I call it Mike Vick She call me officer I hit her with my nightstick My swag so mean need anger management You call it what you want I'm on some ol' eleven shit These niggaz wanna hate, God dammit we can handle it Mad cause I got juice, call me Tropicana bitch Joc feel good. Joc buy the bar Catch me in the hood pimp, rolling on a 'gar I plead to the judge I'm guilty of the charge I'ma ballaholic, can't help it I'ma star You see the yellow ice, you holla oh my God Trying to guess the price, ehh about thirty large Ery'body wanna know, how I do my thang Yeah I get money and I let my nuts hang Pull up to curb, cut it to the left My rims sitting tall 'til I dim the knee steps I just see what I want, then I go get it The apple jelly Chevy with the peanut butter in it So don't get mad, pimp keep it cool I hang with them goons and the boys keep them tools I hustle all day, that's just how I live Stack them big faces, give the strippers dollar bills Check the dictionary for a P.I.M.P. And when you look it up, potnah tell me who ya see Young J-O-C, yeah that's me Twenty eight G's, on my feet twenty three's (Outro) I'm on that Patron, so gone that Patron So gone that Patron, so get like me So gone that Patron, so gone that Patron So gone that Patron, so get like me Get like me, get like me So gone that Patron, so get like me... Yung Joc |
Picture Perfect Picture Perfect (Background) Uhhyeeah (Joc's Dad) Everything that glitters ain't gold baby (Yung Joc) I hear ya Daddy I'm choppin 24's Blowin good dro Yeah, I got plenty Hoes Life ain't picture perfect Yeah ya see the ice And I dress nice Make 'em look twice Life ain't picture perfect Yeah I'm blowin on some good lime Skatin on two 85's Wouldn't believe half the shit thats skatin through a niggas mind 745 complimented with leather and wood Chickens on my dick cuz a nigga fresh and smellin good Jack boys plottin on my stacks on deck Wanna put the Tec to my chest for the ice on my neck Oh yeah it's easy to attain it all Harder to maintain it all If you want a pierfect picture only god can paint it dog Niggas in these videos with multi-platinum projects Can't even get credit cards And they Momma stay in projects How is that? Scracth my head Somethin don't seem right Ya teeth full of ice So when ya smile I seen lights Seems like I'm hatin I'm just statin the facts I ain't feelin to smile in ya face and put a blade in your back Now try not to get caught up on the way shit looks Cuz everything ain't picture perfect, just listen to the hook Yeah I'm off in magic city Trickin them ass and titties Bitches blowin me kisses makin me wanna hit it I must admit, got a good chick and she been holdin me down But I ain't ****in around cuz there is too much shit goin around Like the rims on my pickup Scared to get my dick sucked Nigga run into the clinic even from a hiccup Pick up the pieces from the ****in puzzle I'm affiliated with niggas who murder, rob and hustle Plus you think I'm ballin cuz I'm poppin Crys and spendin G's I'm just tryin to drink away the pain that killed my nigga steve Nigga please, I ain't shit Cookies and cream Feelin like Marvin it make me wanna holla and scream Now half the shit ya doin already been done And that's why half my niggas dead, locked up or on the run That dope money ain't sufficient it don't last all ways Niggas trap all night in project hallways All day long niggas front like stars On them big ass rims that most than they cars Spent 300 on a outfit a hundred on some nikes But his baby needs wopes, diapers and pedialite And you prolly' got a cousin, brother or a friend And this song sound like it from begging to end Then again it might be me And I'm tired of the nonsense Can't sleep at night cause I got a guilty conscience... Yung Joc |
Play Your Cards Play Your Cards (Intro) Y'all know who it is Ha ha Back for the second round Sophomore **** a jinx, nigga Let me talk to y'all Well I guess it's safe to say I'm on my job And everything I say seems to come from the heart And even if you hate, you gotta play your part Or just sit back and see the way I play my cards Okay I'm back, sit back and listen First album platinum plaques, now watch it glisten The baddest broads, The fastest cars I'm sure a lot of niggas wish this life was yours But since it ain't, y'all niggas said I can't Y'all laughed about my dance, I walked it out the bank (Ha ha) Now I'ma let it happen cause we ain't gotta start Haters mad at me cause I'm on my job I congratulate you, somebody's gotta do it I'm not mad, I'm used to it And if you feel the same, then you's a friend of mine Won't you tell the lames? Don't get out of line Play your cards Don't get out of line hoe Call it Hustlenomics, hustle by any means I got a lot of hustle, a whole lot of schemes And not enough fingers for me to count on My stock's way up, call me Dow Jones I been around the world, in almost every hood I walk in anywhere, my face card is very good And they don't play round down in H Town Take ya to the bottom, I'm talkin Dade county I'll take you out west in them low lows You scared to rep your set, that's a no no I take you back to the A Town, head down Play round, I'll make them boys make you lay it down I need a bottom bitch, one who pays attention Respect the grind, respect my intuition Don't get out of line, Just look and listen And soon you'll find I'm what you been missing And the bottom line is I'm on the clock 24&7, the hustle don't stop Yeah I'm from the A, that's my stomping grounds But if you on your job, we stand on common grounds (Outro) Ay, Cool & Dre Y'all know what it is Hustle or get hustled, nigga I know you see these 10 pounds around my neck The H by itself, 3 nigga You see the dookie roll, that's 7 Count it up, 10 nigga Been there and I done that Block E-N-T Hustlenomics... Yung Joc |
Yung Nigga (Interlude) Yung Nigga (Interlude) Dat nigga might be dope though. Naw dat ain't dope. Dat nigga young, what is this nigga 23? He on''t even remember the "Smurfs" the "Snorks" or nothin'. Young ass nigga, what is he rappin' about? What the **** is he what could he be talkin bout right now in 2006 that ain't nobody else talkin' bout? Yung Joc |
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