Hood Hop

"Show Your Ass"
(feat. Eboni Eyes)

[whispering]
TrackBoyz.

[J-Kwon]
Come on..yeah
Come on..yeah
Come on..yeah
Come on..ay

[Verse - J-Kwon]

Call me, I'm the man
You need a hand boo I got a couple hundred grand
Dayton's on ya feet, diamonds in ya piece
And I like the way ya ass move to the beat
You a freak, that's summin you can be
Keep playin' wit me, then I gotta hit ya peeps
The girls love me, 'cause I'm from the streets
In the bed, I'm goin' thirty at least
Show-Offs on the cap, plus her ass fat
It's so big she gon' let me hit it from the back
I'm knowin' she a rat, she suckin' on my tat
I gotta rub her, so there's nuthin' wrong with that
the weed hold that, the blunt roll that
And when you give me head, please don't hold back
Where your eyes at? look in the Kodak
And when I'm finished, then you comin' it's yo pack
Now..

[Hook - J-Kwon x2]

Show your ass, gon' hit the flo'
Show your ass, gon' hit the flo'
Show your ass, gon' hit the flo'
Show your ass, gon' hit the flo'

[Verse - Eboni Eyes]

I hops out the Jag, pocket full of cash
Wish your ho would try to jump like she bad
Jeans fittin' tight, weave fittin' right
The way I feel my ass make the ballers blow they cash
Step up in the party, sippin' the Bacardi
Betta watch your man cause I'm feelin' kinda naughty
I'm lookin' to my left, over to my right
I head to the flo', time to get this bitch hype
Niggaz in the place, all up in my face
Somebody touch my ass I might have to catch a case
Don't let the face fool ya, I'll give it to ya
Peel a right hand jab like Zab Jooda
I say what I mean, mean what I say
You wanna fuck wit' me, you gotta pay like you weigh
No shame in my game, if you cannot hang
Get the fuck up out my face and let me do my thang

[Hook - J-Kwon x2]

Show your ass, gon' hit the flo'
Show your ass, gon' hit the flo'
Show your ass, gon' hit the flo'
Show your ass, gon' hit the flo'

[Verse - J-Kwon]

Gon' hit the flo'...gon' hit the flo'
Well I hops out the 'Lac, diamond in the back
You can tell by the way I made "Tipsy", I'm a mack
Show-Off in fad, Show-Off the fact
Give me a Coupe and several hoes, I'll brag
Yeah I got a grammar, some say it's country
But the truth is none of y'all gettin' money
I tried to stay humble, but her ass rumble
Give her the ball, guaranteed she gon' fumble

[Verse - Eboni Eyes]

Skin tight denim, fat ass in 'em
I can tell by the way he lookin' at me I can pimp him
This nigga herre lame, he got no game
His shoes ran over wit' a fake ass chain
Never big spenders, on my agenda
Get him to surrender, colder than December
I'm rockin' my stilettos, box of Ameretto's
Before the night is over I'ma probably have to check hoes

[Hook - J-Kwon x2]

Show your ass, gon' hit the flo'
Show your ass, gon' hit the flo'
Show your ass, gon' hit the flo'
Show your ass, gon' hit the flo'

[J-Kwon (repeat until fade)]
Show your ass

[Intro]

I mean, I just need to talk to you right now
Yeah,,yeah, where I begin
Right, yeah, yeah

[Verse 1]

Sunny day, age 14
When I first saw you, you was lickin a Ice cream
Knew you had freak in ya blood from the get go
Yo' you showed a nigga some love from the get go
Cute too, so you ain't get caught in the image
Friends got in I should'nt of tossed out our business
So religious, yeah
In other words, sorry could'nt explain the way I was fealin'
Back to the story
Member when we used to hit concerts
Mainly legit and nories
Tryin to get on that was exciting for me
And exciting for you that was something to see
Plus you had ass and I loved that
Back in this I was ya boyfriend I rubbed that
Tryin to get on, girl I accheived that
Everybody hands out from you I recieved that

[Chorus- Sadiyyah]

Don't need no ice and no billie
I just wanna have you here wit me
I'm their for you, always be true
It's just you and me, you and me
You don't have to go doubble platinum
I'll be their and I'm always goin' back em'
I'm their for you, always be true
It's just you and me you and me

[Verse 2]

I can't promise that
So I know just because
How you said them words it had to be love
Basically it had to be us
Against the world not giving 2 fucks
But know soon as shit picked up
I start actin different so you switched up
I don't blame you, but I blame us
Kept shit smooth even when it got rough
But, I don't see that no more
Got one half our wait hope he sore
What the fuck is hopin' for
When I can't be the man I used to be no more
No time, we don't go out to eat no more
Barley home, you don't see me before you sleep no more
You love me, and I know you ain't playin
Cuz the first gone, you callin' me sayin'

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
I can't promise that
Business got good, but we got bad
Money got happy, but we got sad
But in the mist we had it all
Evern though we floatin' clear like ocean water
Came home 2 bags of findy
It was gone that started to offend me
Child support hit, that really offend me
Puffy was right it's all about the benjy's
Bitter now cuz the loves still in me
In my boxers on couch, sippin' Remy
Thinkin' that she need to be killed like Kennedy
Then I listin to I got the remedy
After all I still give you what you need, cuz we got a daughter to feed
Though you supposed to be here at least you sold me that
Why the fuck did I listen when you told me that, stupid

[Chorus 2x]

[J-Kwon talkin over music]
You know, you feal my story
Write me or something ya know what I'm sayin
Or I'll be in a town near you or, or
Your town or whatever ya know
Come see me and come tell me that ya know
It's been a long time traveling
Though you was supposed to be here
So uh, ya family can't say I'm wrong

"My Enemies"
(feat. Jermaine Dupri)

[Jermaine Dupri chorus]
They my enemies
Dressed in my friends clothes
Dick ridin thinkin I don't know
They my enemies
Dressed in my friends clothes
Smile in my face but pop shit behind door

[J.D Bridge]
I wake up, knowin' I'm bout to see em' all in my face
Like what up, these mutha fuckers all over the place
I'm fed up, Homie I'm angry and I need me my space
And good luck, wit all that thinkin' you goin take my place

It's alot of niggas in this club popin' bub thats foney
Actin like they got nothing but love for the homie
Straight 2 faced like them niggas at Sony
(now ain't you the mayor)
I'm the one and only
For the longest me and my niggas
Been hittin this town like a storm
And now you gotta see me and Penny arm to arm
One day you'll get it
Keep tryin nigga
Yeah right you ballin, keep tryin nigga
I know alot of ballers
Half of em' hate me
Bankrupt, bitch you must ain't see my moms lately
Be damned if you like me
Give a fuck what you rate me
I only know 2 words
And nigga thats pay me
Now we finna stop talkin shit about J.D
Cuz he been doin' this shit since yall was babies
How you goin' try to degrade me
Yall aint my friends nigga I ain't crazy

[J.D Chorus]

[J.D Bridge]

[J-kwon]
Now I'm what can chill
Till the moment I lose mine
And when I lose mines
Gun stores gone lose nines
I thought you knew Kwon keep 8 on the waist line
I'm from the Lou
Kwon flip H to waist time
I spit it, for niggas who don't fee my shit
She a whore I don't like her
You can get on my bitch
She want a war, what for I'll peel this bitch
Body lifted gun wit it I don't need this shit
You my enemie
Dressed in my friends clothes
But when I shoot I do better
Than Shaq doin free throws
A bunch of niggas trippin
That got the game wrong
A bunch of niggas fealin like me who bumpin' the same song
I'm evil, why you think you goin take my spot
Waitin till my album drop quit thinkin you pop
And you rappin hard core
When oyu knowin you pop
And you sayin you a realla when you knowin you not

[J.D chorus]

[J.D Bridge]

Teen drinking is very bad.
Yo I got a fake ID though.
Yeeah, yeeah, yeeah, yo, 2 step with me, 2 step with me.

[Verse 1:]
1, here comes the 2 to the 3 to the 4,
Everybody drunk out on the dance floor,
Babygirl ass jiggle like she want more,
Like she a groupie and I aint even on tour,
Maybe cause she heard that I rhyme hardcore,
Or maybe cause she heard that I buy out the stores,
Bottom of the 9th and a nigga gotta score,
If not i gotta move on to the next floor,
Here comes the 3 to the 2 to the 1,
Homeboy trippin' he don't know I got a gun,
When it come to pop man we do shit for fun,
You aint got one nigga you betta run,
Now i'm in the back gettin head from my hunz,
While she goin down i'm breakin down what i done,
She smokin my blunt sayin she aint havin fun,
Bitch give it back now you don't get none.

[Chorus x4:]
Now everybody in the club ["in this bitch" - dirty version] gettin tipsy,
Everybody in the club ["in this bitch" - dirty version] gettin tipsy

[Verse 2:]
2, here comes the 3 to the 4 to the 5,
Now i'm lookin at shorty right in the eyes,
Couple seconds passed now i'm lookin at her thighs,
While she tellin me how much she hate her guy,
Said she got a kid but she got her tubes tied,
If you 21 girl that's alright,
I wonder if a shake comin with them fries,
If so baby can i get em super sized,
Here comes the 4 to the 3 to the 2,
She started feelin on my johnson right out the blue,
Girl you super thick so i'm thinkin that's koo,
But instead of 1 lifestyle i need 2
Her eyes got big when she glanced at my jewels,
Expression on her face like she aint got a clue,
And she told me she don't run with a crew,
You know how i do but i guess one gotta do.

[Chorus]

[Verse 3:]
3, here comes the 4 to the 5 to the 6,
Self explanatory I ain't gotta say i'm rich,
This single man aint tryna get hitched,
Nigga waste it on me man son of a bitch,
Brushed it all off now i'm back to gettin lit,
Grisa orange juice man this some good ish,
Homeboy trippin cause i'm starin at his chick,
Now he on the sideline starin at my clique,
Here comes the 5 to the 4 to the 3,
Hands in the air if you cats drunk as me,
Club on the set kwon cut out them trees,
Dude i don't care i'm a p.i.m.p.

[Chorus]

Everybody in the club ["in this bitch" - dirty version] gettin tipsy [x4]

Teen drinkning is very bad
yo i got a fake id though
yeeah, yeeah,yo, 2 step wit me, 2 step wit me

1, here comes the 2 to the 3 to the 4
everybody drunk out on the dance floor
babygirl ass jiggle like she want more,
like she a groupie and i aint even on tour
maybe cause she heard that i rhyme hard core
or maybe cause she heard that i buy out the stores
bottom of the 9th in the series gotta score
if i gotta move on to the next floor
here comes the 3 to the 2 to the 1
somebody trippin he dont know i gotta gun
when it comes to pop man do this for fun
you ant got one nigga you betta run
now im in the back gettin head from a hun
while she goin down i breakin down what i done
she smokin my stuff sayin she aint havin fun
chick give it back now you aint gettin none

[chorus]
everybody in this bitch gettin tipsy, everybody in this bitch gettin tipsy
now everybody in this bitch gettin tipsy
everybody in this bitch gettin tipsy
now everybody in this bitch gettin tipsy
everybody in this bitch gettin tipsy
now everybody in this bitch gettin tipsy
everybody in this bitch gettin tipsy

2, here comes the 3 to the 4 to the 5,
now im lookin at shorty right in the eye
couple seconds passed now im lookin at her thighs
while she tellin me how much she hated her guy
she said she got a kid but she got her tubes tied
if you 21 girl thats all right
i wonder if a shake comin with them fries
if so baby can i get em super sized

here comes the 4 to the 3 to the 2
she started feelin on my johnson right out the blue
girl you super thick so im thinkin that koo
bit instead of one lifestyle i need 2
her eyes got big when she glanced at my jewels
expression on her face like she aint got a clue
and she told told me she dont run with a crew
you know how i do but i guess why i gotta do

[chorus]

3, here comes the 4 to the 5 to the 6
self explanatory i aint gotta say im rich
this single man aint tryna get hitched
nigga waste it on me man son o f a bitch
brushed it all off now im back to gettin lit
grisa orange juice man this is some good ish
homebody trippin cause im starin at his chick
now he on the side line starin at my clique
here comes the 5 to the 4 to the 3
hands in the air if you cats drunk as me
club on the set kwon cut out them trees
dude i dont care im a p.i.m.p

[chorus]

everybody in this bitch gettin tipsy
everybody in this bitch gettin tipsy
everybody in this bitch gettin tipsy
everybody in this bitch gettin tipsy

"Parking Lot"

RRR, RRR, RRR, RRR

[J-Kwon]
Hey I can do it, too
RRR RRR RRR RRR

RRR RRR RRR RRR

[J-Kwon]
[Verse 1]

I can do it
RRR RRR RRR
Now everybody in this place is as high as me, so why the hell is you over there eyein' me?
Peace with me, I know you ain't tryin me, if you is I'll show you how loud I'll be. My bad, did
I pull your freight? Where my burn at, go hide, I see. Yeah I'm sign, don't get caught, if you
do watch how quick I'll be like...

[Chorus]
Mother fuck this,
Mother fuck that,
Fuck that bitch,
Fuck that cat,
(Dirty)
Lets get high in the parking lot
and go
put your hands in the parking lot
Mother fuck this,
Mother fuck that,
Fuck that bitch,
Fuck that cat,
(Dirty)
This is high in the parking lot
put your hands in the parking lot

[J-Kwon]
[Verse 2]

Seriously, we can be real with the flow. J-Kwon, deal with the flow. Kwon P, cuz I make money,
all cuz my wide face is shaped funny. Look ya'll, watch what you're saying, I put that on my
mama, and I'm not playin. Trip, get hit when the time right, it's a round trip clock, I don't
know if the time right. Yo, why your boy hoggin me, hell girls, quit buggin me, wouldn't of
been hollared if you weren't ugly, that douf get hit, niggas buggin me. Whoa, you niggas gettin
ugly!
Jigga wit me, and you in my spotlight, nah, I'll be like...

[Chorus]
Mother fuck this,
Mother fuck that,
Fuck that bitch,
Fuck that cat,
(Dirty)
Lets get high in the parking lot
and go
put your hands in the parking lot
Mother fuck this,
Mother fuck that,
Fuck that bitch,
Fuck that cat,
(Dirty)
This is high in the parking lot
put your hands in the parking lot
(Dirty)

[J-Kwon]
[Verse 3]

Now I don't like talkin alot, I got two words for you, parking lot. He mad, cuz the way we
renting the spot, Our sidekicks came out tending the spot. Open Hands, bringin the spot, that
make them wrong or right, right or wrong? You hatin cuz our haters ain't finished the song.
Motherfuckers, oh I supposed the heat gone? Baby we all know the album droppin, I'm for real
with the clips I got them on the poppin. You, I get your daughter to like me, just bought a gun
it's a new artist, like me. We gonna get you chucked cuz your step wrong. You wanna bang, we
don't even gotta fight. If we do..watch how quick it be like.....

[Chorus]
Mother fuck this,
Mother fuck that,
Fuck that bitch,
Fuck that cat,
(Dirty)
Lets get high in the parking lot
and go
put your hands in the parking lot
Mother fuck this,
Mother fuck that,
Fuck that bitch,
Fuck that cat,
(Dirty)
This is high in the parking lot
put your hands in the parking lot
Mother fuck this,
Mother fuck that,
Fuck that bitch,
Fuck that cat,
(Dirty)
Lets get high in the parking lot
and go
put your hands in the parking lot
Mother fuck this,
Mother fuck that,
Fuck that bitch,
Fuck that cat,
(Dirty)
This is high in the parking lot
put your hands in the parking lot