Joe Budden lyrics

(Joe Talking)

Uh

So what I'mma do is like

I just kinda wanted to be able to ya know

Smoke by myself
Without kinda being bothered by what a mother fucker has to say

Or without really havin to do nothin

So I'mma gonna go buy this pack of 100's

Take me about 10 mins. to smoke a whole hundred

And I'mma flip one upside down

And I'mma take one out and I'mma light it

(Chorus)

[Intro]
Uh huh, yeah
Uh huh, yeah
Oh no (louder) oh no (louder)
Uh huh, uh huh

[Chorus]
(Drop drop) - my homies that ride chromies let it
(Pop pop) - at the bar Budden them bottles and them
(Shots shots) - my ladies it's all gravy if you
(Hot hot) then come back to the (spot spot) and maybe we can
(Bone bone) - know that we chilling, she something shaking in her

Whoahhhhhhhhh, whoa
Ladies and gentlemen, you now rockin with the best
(Geah) Jersey City, stand up
Patterson, stand up
Off top.. Just Blaze!

[Joe Budden]
Hold up nigga, slow up nigga
Don't start a war unless your dough's up, nigga
Know what nigga? Joe's up nigga
Y'all shouldn't cry about it, grow up nigga
Guess what y'all? I know magic

[Joe Budden - repeat in background 9X]
I'm comin, I'm comin, I'm comin

[Joe - talking over background vocals]
Okay... the time has finally come beautiful people
Jeah... I've been singin this tune for entirely too long now
For like, eight or nine years, somethin like that
But I'm here, only to present to you your album
Featurin myself, Joe Budden, hi haters

[Joe Budden]

[112 + (Joe)]
112! (Jump off!)
Aww yeah (Uhh, y'know)

[Verse One: Joe Budden]
You wanna get right, boo, headlights, blue
Don't no other mami give me head like you
I get you in the club, sit right in the Rover
y Now you ain't gotta pretend like you like the promoter
We could lamp in the 5 with my hand on yo' thigh
You goin to sleep thinkin that this can't be life
Don't mistake my talkin modest

Pump p p pump pump p p p pump

Pump p p pump pump it up

Pump p p pump pump p pump p pump

Pump p p pump pump it up

(Just Blaze)
Pump p p pump pump it up

We gon do it like (Uuh, uuh, uuh)

Look, pump it up if you came to get it krunk

With a dame and shit that's drunk

You came to get it on, more than 5 O's in your bank

Then get it on, roll up like that stank

[Joe Budden]
I'm bout to say some shit to you
I might need you to answer back (Top)
Bad enough that the mic give me feedback
I ain't gotta come home and see that
(Top) Let me talk to you for a minute

[Lil' Mo]
I wanna know..
I, wanna know.. know, know know
Know-ow-owwwwwwwww
I believe I know
You'll be my baby, baby

[Joe Budden + (Lil' Mo)]
Let me talk to 'em

[Joe Budden]
Uh-huh...
I just want everybody to kinda be clear..
Of what's takin place right now...
It's not an introduction, it's more like a beginning...
It's like the calm before the storm...
I guess you can sorta call it, the rebirth...
Or the birth period... it's the growth...
For all my real niggaz... real people in general...
It's never one-dimensional, it goes out to everybody...

[DJ Clue]
Yeah, the world famous DJ Clue
Desert Storm
Jump off Joe Buddens, on top
This go out to all my niggaz
You ain't gotta chain, but you got a mean muthafuckin' wrist game
All my ladies, you ain't got a car
But you gotta mean muthafuckin' heel game
Click them heels
You know how we do it
C'mon

[Joe Budden]
Whoa! (Haha)
Whoa! Okay Dub
Whoa! Have some fun with it

[Hook]

Chorus
Come and take a walk with me
I need all of y’all to come and take a walk with me
I need for all of y’all to feel what im goin’ through
And see what I see, if u got time then take a walk with me
Wait a minute [now] , shit it aint what I thought it would be
Come to jersey from new york with me, I know ur busy
But take the time out to walk with me,

Shoulda never put me on this beat

Okay, yeah, normal baller

We back on tizzy, on top

Jump Off, Dub B, Jersey

Stand up
GO!

Jump off you rap guys is a joke

I'm here to take the scoring title without the green light from my coach

Man, don't make me have to smack your lineup

I'm Michael Jordan y'all Harold Minor's that rap vagina

All black ski mask, gloves, tuck the thing

[Joe Budden]

Ok, haha (let's do it)

Let's rock and rip AIYOO!! (Jump Off)

Let's do it like, we gon' do it like

Rock, rip it AIYOO!!
AIYOO! (yeah) AIYOO!

Rock and rip it let's go!

You know I had to do one right?

AIYOO! Fa' sho

[Verse: Joe Budden]

Still on my grind homie

The top pick you right pie homie

Long John weather ducking one time homie

Joey!
Let's go back in the days before your present
Back when it was a
little more pleasent
Before I knew this rap shit would ever lure me
in
Let's go back like Mike Fox in the Delorean
Back in the day shit, back
to the basics
When brass knuckles used to leave a nigga face ticked
Its
back to the Diadoras and the Asics
It's back to the New Editon and The Take
6

[Intro]

Calm down... calm down...

Baby just calm down...

(Calm down... )

She use to tell me to... calm down...
Moms use to tell me to... calm down...

Baby just calm down...

She use to tell me to... calm down...

Moms use to tell me to... calm down...

(She would pray that I would) Baby just calm down...

Calm down...

[Budden – Verse 1]

[1 - Joe Budden by himself]

[2 - Joe Budden and K.G. together]

[3 - K.G. singing by himself]

[Intro: K.G. & Joe Budden sing together]
When your mind ain't right, and it's hard to sleep

And you try to hide the pain, but your scars are deep

Nigga look me in my eyes and tell me what you see, yeah..

When your mind ain't right, and it's hard to sleep

Intro/Chorus: repeat 2X]
I hate y'all duuuuuuudes
That get real life and rap confuuuuuuused
Don't get it fucked up, and don't get shoooot
Tryin to be somethin you're nooooot
-- my niggaz want war, whatchu think you good for?

[Joe Budden]
Yeah you talk like them threats is real
A pine box, closed casket and mommy's black dress is real

Whatchu think that all of the rumors for?

[Joe Budden]

Mami - dude you love dick, caress and rub dick

Love street niggaz, love a thug dick
But you don't look like you gettin enough dick

But do you fuck in public and suck dick

Are you down with a dick, clown niggaz dicks

When they put it in do you drown niggaz dicks

Profound a nigga dick, and when you go down

[Intro]

Salutation, Joe Budden here (WOO!)

I be your host tonight for this evening, you know (WOO!!!)

Doug B. with the banger, Red, Nitty, holla (WOO!!!)

Shouts is stupid let that bass knock

[Verse 1]

Still on your block with it (WOO!!!)

Street ball and the black top with it

Ballin war to the crackpot crackspt with it (WOO!!!)

[Intro: Joe Budden]
Let me just make this statement
Loud and clear - Jersey's here
Some dude's got problems wit me
Over there - I ain't care
Some people see me creep
They mack all type - that's alright
You know I slurp my drink
I'm clipped inside - kids aight (Just Blaze!)

[Verse: Joe Budden]
Yes y'all it's the one and only (what else?)
And I came to have fun, here homie (what else?)

[Chorus]
How can you just leave me standin'
alone in a world that's
so cold
maybe I'm just too demandin'
maybe I'm just like my father too
bold
maybe I'm just like my mother
she's never satisfied
why do we
scream at each other
this is what it sounds like when thugs
cry

[Verse 1]

(yo) First off I got a seed comin'
so I
won't even front like I don't need nothin'

[Joe Budden]

I'm bout to say some shit to you

I might need you to answer back (Top)

Bad enough that the mic give me feedback

I ain't gotta come home and see that
(Top) Let me talk to you for a minute

[Lil' Mo]

I wanna know..

I, wanna know.. know, know know

Know-ow-owwwwwwwww

I believe I know

You'll be my baby, baby

[Joe Budden + (Lil' Mo)]

[112 + (Joe)]

112! (Jump off!)

Aww yeah (Uhh, y'know)

[Verse One: Joe Budden]
You wanna get right, boo, headlights, blue

Don't no other mami give me head like you

I get you in the club, sit right in the Rover

y Now you ain't gotta pretend like you like the promoter

We could lamp in the 5 with my hand on yo' thigh

You goin to sleep thinkin that this can't be life

Say blood, heh-heh, what's happening?
What you mean blood? I got what you
need (Pusha man nigga!)
Go around this corner with me real quick
(ohh!)
(Fuck you thought?) Oh shit, watch out for thug (Pusha man)
Man you
got to be cool blood
Gotta feel you right here, niggaz down for
whatever

[Joe Budden]
Everybody's so gangsta gangsta, tell me
how you do it

Pump p p pump pump p pump p pump
Pump p p pump pump it up
(Just Blaze)
Pump p p pump pump it up
We gon do it like (Uuh, uuh, uuh)

Look, pump it up if you came to get it krunk
With a dame and shit that's drunk
You came to get it on, more than 5 O's in your bank
Then get it on, roll up like that stank
And get it on, slank that fitted on
Came to get it on

f/ Busta Rhymes, Redman

[Intro: Joe Budden] (Redman)

Let me just make this statement (uh!)

Loud and clear - Jersey's here (yeah!)
Some dude's got problems wit me

Over there - I ain't care

Some people see me creep (Jersey!)

They mack all type - that's alright

You know I slurp my drink (Brick City!)

I'm clipped inside - kids aight (Just Blaze!)

[Verse: Joe Budden]