I'd like to welcome everybody to the bedroom Pump it up if you came to get it krunk With a dame and shit that's drunk You came to get it on That's when
Top down with the fresh cut With A Baker through the speakers, "Best Of" A crisp white tee, I'm still feelin' dressed up Everythin' else healthy, don'
Tell my mother I'm sorry, I never meant to hurt her And even when I did I never meant to take it further Tell my father I love him, dot dot etcetera He
[DJ On Point] Warfare, featuring Joell Ortiz [echo] (J.O., it's J.O.) (IS THIS WHAT YOU WANT?) [Joe Budden] You're now hearin hip hop at it's finest
[Check me out right here Na'mean old school Old school niggas used to be like.. What they used to be like? "Check me out now" What other ad libs these
were just to be different I would rather reveal myself than my situation I wonder if the things I did were just to be different [Verse 1: Joe Budden] (
game wants lames that'll march in place Uh, one of the last from the Garden State that spit like he in a jungle goin hard with apes (nigga) [Joe Budden
for you" "Anytime you thought you were alone, I was next to you" When it comes to baby moms...God you gave me the worst one "But that was your second child Joe
[Joe Budden] Whatever happened to that? Joey! Yeah Seems like I gotta buy a weed bag (so easily sidetracked!) I think it mighta been next week Mighta
[Joe Budden] Joey, uhh... Uh, one question Now who rep Jersey like me? Baby few dudes ain't worthy like me You know I keep somethin pretty by me Good
[Opening: Joe Budden] Uh... Can't even really be rap. You can't even really act like you gotta' get it in wit'out a... uh. (Wait a minute!) Cocksuckers
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Let's look behind the Swarovski crystals Behind the fifty calibers and the pistols Misused, pardoned self got to excuse, my issues For me just to have
[Intro] See, me.. I'm talking bout something called, Something I like to call.. call.. it Ain't even got a name for it Only certain niggas suffer from
The soundtrack to my life is like CNN first sh*t Images like CNN but worse sh*t I would down the whole Pinot Gris But I'd see the Group Home without the
an' I. We are like birds of a feather We are two hearts joined together We will be forever as one... My brother under the sun. [Verse 1: Joe Budden]
and fame is Well some niggas get it by using their stainless Well some niggas get it what the kid sustain in Me!... I'm regular Joe I don't let it change
but it seems like that's not enough Now you can get all of me A lot of things have changed from what I see Is this the way its s'pposed to be? [Budden