Joy (feat. Mike Jones)

歌詞

Timbo, what they do They try to be like Missy but they have no clue On how I'm spittin over beats the way I move I move so smooth in my shell toe shoes Now put the needle on the record, show'n'prove Since ninety-two I came to win and never lose They try to stop a chubby chick from comin through My belly out and sellin out these venues My skills, will fulfill those who drink booze My attitude is super cool like I'm subdued And those who fake I take on you and your dudes I rule the streets I break 'em down with no tools And Misdemeanor give the finger to y'all fools Whoever doubted that I'm 'bout it check the news And if you snooze on me this year your ass will lose Cause I will bruise my loose screws is like ooh When I come out get your release dates moved This year y'all gon' all lose sleep I break 'em off somethin' I break 'em off somethin' This year y'all gon' all lose sleep This year y'all gon' all lose sleep, when I break 'em off somethin break 'em off somethin This year you hear a real MC, when I break break b-b-break break break I flow over a beat that make a chick weave blow And those who try to compete to the wall I throw So I drop it low, 808 kick low Like oh oh-oh oh, oh oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh Mr. Mos', this beat he compose While I kill the track leave your ears decomposed Fake rappers, this year your lies will be exposed Like oh oh-oh oh, oh Missy steal the show-ow-ow Spit on breakbeats make rappers lose sleep Make labels unable drop they artists on leak I keep 'em knee deep need me, be me Hardly, and basically I do it nice and slow-ow-ow I'm slowin, the track down so you don't miss the shit that Misdemeanor talkin like that chronic get you super high This year y'all gon' all lose sleep I break 'em off somethin break 'em off somethin This year you hear a real MC Oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh This year y'all gon' all lose sleep when I break 'em off somethin break 'em off somethin This year you hear a real MC Break 'em off somethin break 'em off somethin See I'm a pimp that's on my grind I hustle like all the time I speak what's on my mind my teeth'll make you blind My heat'll lay you down whenever you come around Forsaken out there mistreated your life'll be deleted Cause I don't play dat you know I don't play dat Wherever you talkin noise is where you gon' lay at I'm Supa Dupa Fly like Missy Missy Before the fame majors used to diss me But now I'm on top I'm hot I can't stop Before my deal came my shows was sold out House been on the hill diamonds been in my grill I'm trill like U.G.K. you know I keep it real I'm who, Mike Jones WHO? Mike Jones WHO? Mike Jones and I can't be cloned 2-8-1, 3-3-oh, 8-zero-zero-fo' That's my cell phone number hit me on the low I got Hold up, I see a lot of folks in here sittin 'round like your shoes too tight If you wear a size 10 don't cram yo' shit up in a size 6 ladies Be proud of yo' big-ass feet We came to party up in this bitch