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1. _ Kiss of Death
This should be played at high volume (aha)
Preferably in a residential area
[Jadakiss]
Uh, I learnt the game I know what I want and I'm in it
My time is now and it's gonna be up in a minute
You look a nigga in the eye you can tell if he tinted
These fake rappers gettin by with these hell of a gimmicks
They act like it's all love only love is ya money
So when over nigga are you a thug or a dummy
I'm neither but I been hot so long it feels like I got a lifetime fever
And I ain't gotta spit I could cough and still eat ya
And fuck rap I make mills off reefer
Im a man first tired of punchin niggaz
So ima shoot niggaz cause my hands hurt
And god I great guard your space
One hand wash the other both wash the face
And I head crack so much its hard to ace
38 revolver flow is hard to trace, wha
[Styles P] (Jadakiss)
Fuck that pop off till nuthin in the clip left (pop off)
Till nobody in his click left (nobody)
Holdin the head slash throw the split chest
If they ask what happen (tell em it's the kiss of death)
Hustle hard till none of them bricks left (nuttin left)
Stick it up till not a crumb on the strip left (take that, take that)
Make sure it ain't a chain or a chip left (uh-uh)
If they ask wut happen (tell em it's the kiss of death)
Tell em kiss (thug kiss of death)
[Jadakiss]
Yea yo, this is lox ville and even white America
Let y'all negro's that jadas got skills
You a jackass like Johnny noxville
So I can just imagine how your pops feel
Damn, and you ain't worth my shell
So you can just imagine how the ox feel
Alotta niggaz is thousandaires
Walkin round town frontin like they got mills
For what its worth I'm one myself
But my strength in the hood outruns my wealth
Still might catch kiss in some hot wheels
New Bentley coup wit the stock wheels
Haha, look how I get back to it
Send my young niggaz to do it in a black Buick
I don't spit bars I distribute the crack fluid
All I'm really waitins for niggaz to act stupid
[Jadakiss]
Yea yo, to all my real niggaz sorry for keeping you waitin
Its ironic but the god was beefin wit satan
I love y'all though my niggaz for even relatin
This ain't kiss talking either I'm speakin for Jason
When u a problem its to keep em from hatin
Niggaz jaws is like laws so easy to break em
Cause if I wasn't on some shit I'm getting on it
Come to me wit your hand out I'm spittin on it
I don't wanna hear what happened
Madda fact I don't even care what happened
Might as well declare the clappin
Cause my bones is old I got a lot of wear and tear from scrappin
Hate a nigga that ain't never there to see shit
but always hear what happened
The only thing better than money is respect
No love this time nigga
Kiss of death
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2. _ Time's Up
[Jadakiss]
Yeah, yo, I'm the nigga with the perpetual oyster bars
Mother of pearl delivery, voice of God
And...it's hard just being the boss
Being I can't go to jail cause them years'll cost me
Don't get me wrong, lay a nigga down if he force me
Rather just sit back and roll a dutch
Think how I'ma put the game in the cobra clutch
Think about how I'ma get the 'caine over Customs
Never underestimate niggaz, or over trust them
Uh...yeah them M's is right in my face
I just gotta throw my Timbs on and tighten my lace
If it don't jam, the Tech will spray
When I spit everybody gotta split like pepper spray
Cause I'm a nigga that hate to settle
I'm a man of the Lord but I still can't escape the devil
Moved away and still can't escape the ghetto, what
[Chorus: Nate Dogg]
The time to talk is up
So bring the heat, that time is over
While you running your mouth I'm creeping up over your shoulder
A gun, a knife, a bat, a brick, anything I can get my hands on
Call my bluff, start acting up, and I'll leave you underground
[Jadakiss]
I know how to get my pairs off me
They can cry and die from high blood pressure cause tears are salty
It's a symptom if you bobbin your head
Know that he's sick, know the flow is ridic', now throw him a grip
When I get it, you already know I'm throwin them bricks
Puttin purple everywhere, daddy, I'm throwin them nicks
That's right, homey, you can't move me
I ain't goin nowhere, I'm in the hood like bootleg movies
All you shootin is the breeze, a bootleg uzi
I'm just waitin on a que like Suzie, don't lose me
These penitentiary chances that I take
Should be able to get the mansion by the lake
But I invest my bread into something else
Into something else that'll make something melt
You just gotta feel the kid
if not rap for the fact of how real he is, whatever
[Chorus]
[Jadakiss]
Aiyo, niggaz know the champ is in here
He took it from crack to rap, now he put out two anthems a year
And I just wanna rock for a century
Then chase the book with the documentary
If you, can't do nothin other than flow
Life's a bitch like the mother from +Blow+, let's go
Don't make me put your heart in your lap
Fuck ridin the beat, nigga, I parallel park on the track
Hop out lookin crispy, fresh and new
In the six, but it's a BM, and it's Pepsi blue
And, I don't know you.
But I know a man becomes a man from all the shit that he go through
Ya'll ain't fuckin with Jason
After I cash in, there's really no justification
Of how I'm gonna change the game, so don't get outta line
Cause this little nine will change your frame, what up
[Chorus]
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3. _ What You So Mad At??
[Intro]
Ah-ha!
[Chorus x2- Jadakiss]
[Wow] What you so mad at now?
Go get yourself a drink lets all get down
Roll somethin, smoke somethin lets blow this pound
Naw somethin jump off we gonna hold us down
[Verse 1- Jadakiss]
Uh me and honey on the dance floor just flexin
Till the neck on my white T start stretchin
Liquor comin outta our paws and we sweatin
But that ain't slowin us down, we still steppin
Her gear is strong, her hair is long, her feet is small
And she smoke weed and all, so we gonna pop us a bottle
And blow a good splif, VIP is crowded but they all look stiff
I'm well connected, I got wolves over there, and niggaz that
Act like pitbulls over here, ya I'm just doin my 1 2 and shit
She's shakin it, doin that St. Louis shit with her back in it
So I put my bones in it, the rollz go prezzy, got the pink stones in it
Why you want drama with me, I ain't gonna blast you
Before I put the money on ya head I'ma ask you nigga
[Chorus x2- Jadakiss]
[Wow] What you so mad at now?
Go get yourself a drink lets all get down
Roll somethin, smoke somethin lets blow this pound
Naw somethin jump off we gonna hold us down
[Verse 2- Jadakiss]
Yo yo yo, I'm everything controversal, underground gangsta rap
Slash commercial ya but still all it takes is a long dutch
For me to get your wifey up out of a warm dutch
As far as the funeral, you got it, its on us cuz niggaz ain't crazy
They just armed us uh, so let me get another round
Now Hypno and Clico will sit a brother down
Haze'll have you feelin like you in another town
Then its time for the gangstas so get the rubbers now
K I two of them swirled things one more drink and ya boy
Might be doin the earl thing, ma its me, you and whoever ya girl bring
Meet me in the back, I'm outside the pearl thing
I got the trate pound hooked on my waist
When they mention my name around other rappers, look in they face and say
[Chorus x2- Jadakiss]
[Wow] What you so mad at now?
Go get yourself a drink lets all get down
Roll somethin, smoke somethin lets blow this pound
Naw somethin jump off we gonna hold us down
[Verse 3- Jadakiss]
Can't knock a nigga that didnt make it, if you try
Far as me though, my spot is celitified so when I hit my number
I'ma hit it high and when I'm dead and gone, they gonna say I did it live
Cuz I done been too nice for way too long
They can't hold me back I'm way too strong
Double R D-Block that's what it is and that's what its gonna be
We gettin it on I just wanna know
[Outro x2]
What you so mad at now
Let's all get down
Let's blow this pound
We gon' hold it down
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4. _ Bring You Down
[Verse 1- Jadakiss]
Top of the food chain, its just the way that I do things
The dungaree seats in the blue range, I'm workin with new change
A gemini ***** with mood swings, had the fiends lookin for new things
I stop playin with birds, and started playin with words
The money wasnt right so I had to stay on the curb
And I'll be a playa later but for now call me ??? Kiss
If not that, mon take it Jada, I kick hard balls and blow hard weed
And be everywhere cuz I move at God's speed
And my aim is make ya'll bleed, ya'll got embarrassed in da class
When the teacher used to make ya'll read, uh huh, mind of matter
And that's all good, but fuck that my new shit is spine over bladder
da ladder
[Chorus x2]
Look at you then and look at you now
Dont let this cold cold world bring you down
[Verse 2 - Jadakiss]
I know your queen got her eyes on me, I got my eyes on your queen
The SMG is heinekin green, bad things you know before long
That we gon' get it on, my kit cost thirty and ten to put it on
No tints, windows clean, heavy windex, Gears on the steerin wheel
I shift her with my index real life is just in another form
Kiss of death, its about to be another storm I'm a goddamn ragin bull
Stay outta jail by just tellin myself the cage is full
my expertise they get a bonus if they leave you old school
From the era of the 45 with a penny on the needle
Ball to the bosses so please dont violate or cross him
Or you'll be the corpse of the corpses
[Chorus x2]
Look at you then and look at you now
Dont let this cold cold world bring you down
[Verse 3 - Jadakiss]
Uh uh huh you know the word anger is just one letter short of the word danger
And I aint no stranger, never use a ghat, hold it twice if you dont clean it
And never say fuck somethin if you dont mean it and when it comes to life
The root you been usin thus far aint workin far, take the scenic
Whatever faith you got, put it in a crook, wanna hide somethin from a *****
Put it in a book, trust me this album the vapors gonna go around if you aint hot
You need paper to throw around yeah its gettin clearer everyday
When you wake up in the morning, look in the mirror and say
[Chorus x2]
Look at you then and look at you now
Dont let this cold cold world bring you down
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5. _ Gettin' It In
[Jada] Ah-ha!
[Chorus]
Shorty gettin it in with me (uh-huh)
Shorty gettin it in with me (yeah)
She said I brought some friends with me, but I don't know why
Because they ain't gettin in with me (uh-uh)
Shorty gettin it in with me (yeah, yeah)
Shorty gettin it in with me (uh-huh)
She said I brought some friends with me, but I don't know why (yeah)
Because they ain't gettin in with me (yo)
[Verse One: Jadakiss]
You know me, I'm with a ghetto diva, stiletto fever
Jell-o shots, yellow reefer
Same rules apply, I'm back on top
You can't drink or smoke if you not gon' pop
See me in the popcorn drop, not gon' stop
Takin shots of Catron, gettin top on yachts
The medallion's a mountain, rock on rocks
The whole world wanna know when this lock gon' drop
Without a doubt, she acknowledge the wealth
Since she ain't give brains, I told her let me get some knowledge of self
Then I told her be proud of yourself and dig deep
And try to see what you could get out of yourself
After all that, I told her to fall back
The Ferrari truck parked in the back is all black
Next time, bring some friends and more 'gnac
It depends how I feel in the morn' if I call back, what
[Chorus]
[Verse Two: Kanye West]
Yeah, Kanye to the, yeah
I'm with this bad Ethiopian chick, drinkin straight up liquor
I told her I'm nigger-ian, a straight up nigga
Now is it just me, or do them uhh's
Have girls be lookin like sheepskin rugs
Some rhyme with a name, some rhyme nameless
Don't try to treat me like I AIN'T FAMOUS
My apologies, are you into astrology
Cause I'm, I'm tryin to make it to Uranus
See that's a little Don Juan game
All across your chest like Sean John name
Niggaz tryin to figure out since Kan came
Who the rookie of the year, me or LeBron James
They say whoa, don't get caught up in the hype
Ain't no tellin they gon' love you after tonight
Well if tonight's the night, pop bottles, fuck models
Spend money 'til you broke, my nigga live your life!
[Jada] Ah-ha!
[Chorus]
[Verse Three: Jadakiss]
Shorty gettin it in with me, 600 Benz with me
She wanna spend with me, uhh
She see me roll up the bud, then thug out the club
Cause I got my mens with me, uhh
She said she leavin her friends for me
They ain't gettin in with her, cause she gon' bend for me, uhh
Her tongue spin like a rim for me, do what she can for me
Look like a ten for me, uhh
Now shorty is out with me, usin her mouth for me
She lookin out for me, uhh
She said 'Kiss where you live, I said you see the Bridge
when you step on the balcony, let's go
[Chorus]
[Jada] Ah-ha!
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6. _ Air It Out
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7. _ Welcome to D-Block - Eminem
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8. _ U Make Me Wanna - Mariah Carey
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9. _ Why - Anthony Hamilton
[Jadakiss]
Aha
It's dat real
Yo, why is Jadakiss as hard as it gets
Why is the industry designed to keep the artist in dept
And why them dudes ain't ridin' if there part of your set
And why they never get it poppin' but they party to death
Yea, and why they gon give you life for a murder
Turn around only give you eight months for a burner, it's goin down
Why they sellin' niggaz CD's for under a dime
If it's all love daddy why you come wit your nine
Why my niggaz ain't get that cake
Why is a brother up North better than Jordan
That ain't get that break
Why you ain't stackin' instead of tryin' to be fly
Why is rattin' at an all time high
Why are you even alive
Why they kill Tupac n' Chris
Why at the bar you ain't take straight shots instead of poppin Crist'
Why them bullets have to hit that door
Why did Kobe have to hit that raw
Why he kiss that whore
Why
[Chorus: Anthony Hamilton]
All that I been givin'
Is this thing that I've been living
They got me in the system
Why they gotta do me like that
Try'd to make it my way
But got sent up on the highway
Why, oh why
Why they do me like that
[Jadakiss]
Why would niggaz push pounds and powder
Why did bush knock down the towers
Why you around them cowards
Why Aaliyah have to take that flight
Why my nigga D ain't pull out his Ferrari
Why he take that bike
Why they gotta open your package and read your mail
Why they stop lettin' niggaz get degreez in jail
Why you gotta do eighty-five percent of your time
And why do niggaz lie in eighty-five percent of they rhymes
Why a nigga always want what he can't have
Why I can't come through in the pecan Jag
Why did crack have to hit so hard
Even though it's almost over
Why niggaz can't get no jobs
Why they come up wit the witness protection
Why they let the terminator win the election
Come on, pay attention
Why sell in the stores what you can sell in the streets
Why I say the hottest shit but we sellin' the least
[Chorus]
[Jadakiss]
Uh, yea, yo
Why Halle have to let a white man pop her to get a Oscar
Why Denzel have to be crooked before he took it
Why they didn't make the CL6 wit a clutch
And if you don't smoke why the hell you reachin' for my dutch
Why rap, cause I need air time
Why be on the curb wit a "while I" I need a bare sign
Why all the young niggaz is dyin'
Cause they moms at work, they pops is gone, they livin' wit iron
Why they ain't give us a cure for aids
Why my diesel have fiends in the spot on the floor for days
Why you screamin' like it's slug, it's only the hawk
Why my buzz in L.A. ain't like it is in New York
Why you forcin' you to be hard
Why ain't you a thug by choice
Why the whole world love my voice
Why try to tell 'em that it's the flow son
And you know why they made the new twenties
Cause I got all my old ones
That's why
[Chorus]
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10. _ Shine - DJ Quik
[Chorus]
Shine, shine, shine
Everyday when I'm rollin through the hood
Playas watch me cos they know I
"Shine, shine, shine"
Hey! I know I'm shinin, a fresh pair of whities and a crispy T on
Love to hate me cos you know I'm gonna
"Shine, shine, shine"
[Female Singer]
Keep doin what you doin
It's ya time and its ya shine
I love the way you ride
I hope you shine
The party starts tonight
My friends are comin over
I really think you fly
Tonight's the night
"shine shine shine"
[Verse 1 - Snoop Dogg]
I shine like Neptune, Venus, and Mars in yo face in yo state
In and out of cars, in a state, with a date with one of my broads
But you gotta leave that bitch before she gets your dick hard
Thats what shinin about and when you get the hoe
You can tear her linin out, what you whinin about?
You in the presence of pimpin, I'm walkin while limpin
And holdin on the drink that I'm sippin, I'm flippin the script and
Im slidin while I'm dippin my whip in, out-of-traffic
Its so drastic, boombastic, this shits a hit, Jadakiss
matter fact nephew, this bitch is a classic
pass this ayo locy loc' let's blow some dope
better yet lets go for dough, hoe for hoe
I'm so fa sho, and so low and sensational
You know how I do it
[Chorus]
Shine, shine, shine
Everyday when I'm rollin thru the hood
Playas watch me cuz they know I
"Shine, shine, shine"
Hey I know I'm shinin, a fresh pair of whities and a crispy T on
Love to hate me cuz you know I'm gonna
"Shine, shine, shine"
[Female Singer]
Keep doin what you doin
Its ya time and its ya shine
I love the way you ride
I hope you shine "shine shine shine"
The party starts tonight
My friends are comin over
I really think you fly
Tonight'sthe night
"shine shine shine"
[Verse 2 - DJ Quik]
Now whats the haps on the bottle cap, I want a snow bunny
"I'm Rick James bitch!" I got the show money
and I ain't hatin for nothin, but it be so funny
how cowards be wantin see me with my eyes and nose runny
I got nouns and verbs while you got pounds of curbs
and one of us got a place if we around the burbs
I'm fittin like a lego block, you bullshittin while I'm sittin
in an eight-o-drop, these suckaz tell me "keep it gangsta"
But they don't know, when they ain't lookin I be hearin population control
Then I'm lookin for a breezy with a whole lotta soul
so I can have a malfunction in my wardrobe
SIP! not the Jada with the smith
It's the Jada with the fo' fifth, clutchin on the fifth
With Snoop be in the front and his jewelry shinin
all through his clothes and lil niggaz in the back on the low...
but I still shine though!
[Chorus]
Shine, shine, shine
Everyday when I'm rollin thru the hood
Playas watch me cuz they know I
"Shine, shine, shine"
Hey I know I'm shinin, a fresh pair of whities and a crispy T on
Love to hate me cuz you know I'm gonna
"Shine, shine, shine"
[Female Singer]
Keep doin what you doin
It's ya time and its ya shine
I love the way you ride
I hope you shine "shine shine shine"
The party starts tonight
My friends are comin over
I really think you fly
Tonight'sthe night
"shine shine shine"
[Verse 3 - Jadakiss]
UH, Like a African diamond its deeper than rappin and rhymin
Success happens with timin, over here I'm doin low with the punk
When I'm over there I'm on the low low with my unc
and all the bitches lookin for us
But I ain't lookin for puss, right now ma' I'm lookin for cush
And I'm strapped with the pound and house shoes, Khakis, T shirts
Ah Uh ! Thats my surroundings, air force ones, jeans City
lab a-fitted thats when I'm back in the town
Don't get it confused I'm proud to be gone
be home in a year with duffle bags out on the lawn
So much money my niggaz keep countin it wrong
So many hits I cant keep count of the songs
and we still grindin, stainless still nine
And y'all still hate but we still shinin lets go!
[Chorus]
Shine, shine, shine
Everyday when I'm rollin through the hood
Playas watch me cuz they know I
"Shine, shine, shine"
Hey I know I'm shinin, afresh pair of whities with a crispy T on
Love to hate me cuz you know I'm gonna
"Shine, shine, shine"
[Female Singer]
Keep doin what you doin
It's ya time and its ya shine
I love the way you ride
I hope you shine "Shine shine shine"
The party starts tonight
My friends are comin over
I really think you fly
Tonight'sthe night
"Shine, shine, shine"
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11. _ Still Feel Me
[Jadakiss]
uh-huh, real life shit
na'mean True story
Feel me, matter of fact Still feel me
Uh yea, yo
Past few years shit got so ill
Kinda hard for the god to laugh through tears
I went through something with momma, no drama
something that came and went, real life karma
My pop think his son is deserting em, its hurtin em
Guess I gotta be the man, sit down & work with em
My little boy 7, he the sequel to the thug
So I told him the money will never equal the love
Listen I'm grown y'all, when it comes to my family it's never a problem
It's only a phone call, the tend to take that and run with it
So every other month I be on some new number shit
They violated Stay again, Gus totaled the beamer & broke Kay leg again
shhh, let us pray again and I ain't get enough of hanging in local bars yet
Had to let the thang off, cross town in the projects
All these rumors, shit I ain't get robbed yet
Bitch ass niggaz ain't stop actin like broads yet
And arm reach off a gun & a mask, somebody clipped me for a hundred in cash
Still feel me, I hit the road try to get more grip
It was cool til' a mutha fuckin tour bus flipped
uh, no charges brought up, bitch popped up with a kid
Got caught up, then I put a court up
Now The road the the riches is taking me longer
It ain't kill yet so it makin me stronger
I don't know if its the hate, frustration, or hunger
The keep a nigga going, rappin for a reason
Shit don't just don't happen, shit happen for a reason
I'm that dude, like it or love it
I do my thang in the hood, get right with a budget
Ain't afraid to give my life to the public
And when you see me next time maybe we can further discuss
How my 16's give you a visual
I know you thinking he ain't really selling, how he life off residuals
But right now the game is pitiful
niggaz is lonely, they need company cuz they miserable
(Talking)
Yeah, uh-huh shit it still real B
That's why I want you to still feel me
Still feel me, one I'm out
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12. _ Real Hip Hop
[Swizz Beatz]
Swizz Beatz the monsta
Real music (real music) let's go
The hood's hot! (uh-huh, yeah) The hood's hot! (clap)
The hood's hot! (oh, yeah) The hood's hot (yeah, yeah)
[Verse One: Jadakiss]
Yo when I squirt the chrome the funeral home
gon' double they money this year off my work alone
So cool with it, yet and still I'm old school with it
Nobody gotta know who did it
Two-thirds of the L.O., where the X at?
Hoodie under the suit jacket, double-breast that
I'm in the hood like scratch-offs, get them packs off
Lame niggaz cuffin them whack whores
Use of the pick goin back door, no more for the fake
Just stand there and I'ma dish it back off
Might lay it up, might not
Niggaz don't be in the wrong place cause it's me in the right spot
I'm quite hot, y'all niggaz is quite pop
The record don't sell then I still got light rocks
Like wearin Timbs with Nike socks
And the lil' bit of money I did make I put it in light stocks
[Swizz Beatz]
Yeah, how y'all doin out there (Jada whattup nigga?)
How y'all doin out there? (It's your boy Sheek Louch nigga)
The hood's hot! (Thanks for invitin me on this track)
The hood's hot!
[Verse Two: Sheek Louch]
Yo if my flow too tight, put the pressure on
Watch the juice come out like I'm squeezin a Sprite
Make big deals, get out on big bails
Shit, your career about as short as Amil's (ha ha)
Shit on niggaz like I had two tails (damn)
With enough bars to open four jails
If you don't know nigga, ask Madden
How I play with the hammer, in Manhattan
Shank up (yeah) niggaz leak enough blood
to fill a motherfuckin H-2 tank up
Getcha bank up (yeah) who you rank up
Get off his dick and get you a brick (woo!)
We done seen every John Woo flick
So act like The Killer instead of some chick (bitch)
Fuck a pimp cup, get a plastic one (no doubt)
Put some 'gnac in that shit and go and get it done
[Swizz Beatz]
How y'all doin out there? (You know what they want right)
How y'all doin out there? (They want that gangsta shit from us daddy)
The hood's hot! (So let that shit hit you)
The hood's hot!
[Verse Three: Sheek]
Me and 'Kiss hot like lava (no doubt)
We got sons in the game and we don't need Maury to know who the father
If we don't know you, your bars ain't big enough (nah)
You need a gimmick, go run around the block with Puff
Get a Black Phone, rent some of Jigga's stuff
I'm like T-Dub, you wanna be dubbed (no doubt)
I was there when a lil' nigga re'd up
You ain't Willie, you just act G'd up
[Jadakiss]
Yeah, uh, yo
I branched out, so you can get the deez
In the glass seam bags you can pull the stamps out
Nigga the champ's out, we don't rock loud colors
We pop loud guns nigga to stand out
You know what it is kid, your man got the money in his crib
Then we gon' go in your man's house
Double R D-Block nigga the camp's out
Can't forget about Swizz, he blowin the amps out, what?
[Swizz Beatz]
How y'all doin out there?
How y'all doin out there?
The hood's hot!
The hood's hot!
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13. _ Hot Sauce to Go
[Intro - Jadakiss] (Pharrell)
AH-HA! (hot sauce to go)
Light in the incense, backup
And turn the lights off in the motherfucker!
(Hot sauce to go) Right now! Please!
Thank you, muah!
Ahah-ha! (hot sauce to go)
You know who it is! (Jada)
The obvious is beautiful! (hot sauce to go)
Marlvelous, I'm getting older
[Chorus - Pharrell Williams] (w/ Jada ad-libs)
You got to move wit the groove
As she lay on the one's and two's
Wait a minute, wait a minute
You gon stink up the room!
Wit that big ol' ass!
[Verse - Jadakiss]
Yo, we gon hit something
I'm cutting the rug wit love
Or I'm on the wall pressed up against something
You should let em know the boss is back
So y'all niggas that went wood go get more shalack
I see bowlegs backing it in
I put it on her wit the ol' school two step, clap and a spin
Filled up her cup, slid her a dutch
You know what's happenin then (what?) in
And all I did was having a grin
Off top let her know I ain't one of these dudes
Rhyming to lose, naw ma I'm rapping to win
Yeah! yes! They know the God be fresh
I'm on that ass blowing purple on the washing set
And even though I came wit thugs
You still might catch a few of them 'Stepping In The Name Of Love'
Uh! It's D on the Block, the Ryde is Ruff
And you wit the motherfucking Billionaire Boys Club!
[Chorus - Pharrell Williams] (w/ Jada ad-libs)
You got to move wit the groove
As she lay on the one's and two's
Wait a minute, wait a minute
You gon stink up the room!
Wit that big ol' ass!
Would you go to jail, LIGHT ME UP!
Go to jail, LIGHT ME UP!
Would you go to jail, LIGHT ME UP!
Go to jail, LIGHT ME UP!
You got to move wit the groove
As she lay on the one's and two's
Wait a minute, wait a minute
You gon stink up the room!
Wit that big ol' ass!
[Verse - Jadakiss]
Gangsta leanin, Kiss be in the bank wit cream and
My wrists and my neck be gleamin
Whatever I got cost, Honey look hotter than Hot Sauce
That's why I get to hop in a drop Porsche
Then she get dropped off, told her that the whole block pop off
She come through, take them rocks off
And therefore, wanna know, what would they stare for
They heard about the work, it's as white as your Air Force
Maybe it's the voice that the world got an ear for
Most of these rappers, I just don't care for
So I be on the honies wit the big ol' asses
Hypno and Cleako in big ol' glasses
We could do the damn thang, order the champagne
Honey's Head of the State, and I'm running the Campaign
If you coming, c'mon, if not I'm gone
Other than that, yo Pharrell, sing my song!
[Chorus - Pharrell Williams] (w/ Jada ad-libs)
You got to move wit the groove
As she lay on the one's and two's
Wait a minute, wait a minute
You gon stink up the room!
Wit that big ol' ass!
Would you go to jail, LIGHT ME UP!
Go to jail, LIGHT ME UP!
Would you go to jail, LIGHT ME UP!
Go to jail, LIGHT ME UP!
Hot sauce to go.. hot sauce to go
[Verse - Jadakiss]
Hey yo, Honey got a goon thinking
That ass like that, she could have the room stinking
I - picked her up in the maroon Lincoln
Blew her back out until the moon sank in
Spend the profit, hold on the to the re
Lock me up, hold on the to key
I want you to wake up in the morning wit me
I got it bad for ya, breakfast and a cab for ya
[Chorus - Pharrell Williams] (w/ Jada ad-libs)
You got to move wit the groove
As she lay on the one's and two's
Wait a minute, wait a minute
You gon stink up the room!
Wit that big ol' ass!
Would you go to jail, LIGHT ME UP!
Go to jail, LIGHT ME UP!
Would you go to jail, LIGHT ME UP!
Go to jail, LIGHT ME UP!
Hot sauce watch out.. hot sauce to go
Hot sauce to go.. hot sauce to go
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