Office Hours (feat. 50 Cent)

歌詞

Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh Yeah, yeah No reason to stop That shit just flowin' like water Let it float Bruce Lee said, "Be like water" Flow like water Just coast Don't even think about that Hip Hop's back Esco, they know over 808's or fatal over samples I go yayo, crack music like the yay, so I'm plugged in Jumper cables, trap, bumpin' like pre-Nato 70's I played with Play-Doh, all I see a bunch of Fredos Godfather, they on payroll They on go, when I say so Not to kill, not a halo They gon' build, plant tomatoes in the field Now those Jada white negotiator on the phone Talkin' paper, office hours all day though I'm from the hood that started the YERRR Go and check and do your research, I started the surge That big necklace shit After the 80's, after Rakim, I resurrected it Chest is lit, freezin' I'm polar vortexin' it Got it, quiz me, am I gonna step from the business? A lot of fillings in this game like I just left the dentist Without a numbing needle I feed the people 'cause I love the people Two series at once, yeah, let's run the sequel If I really got it dumb it down for some of y'all That's that Magic and that KD at the same time Not Dumber or Dumber This ain't a Dumb or Dumber sequel Jeff Daniels, Jim Carrey's my mans (Yeah) But here's the plan Multitasker I don't need an OG pass See my trajectory is everlasting, like Curtis Jackson Hit 105 and did a crazy tirade I'm surprised that I acted that way A baby Mac-10, on my yac shit Carhartt in the cold Don't get confused or used or let them bother your soul Rap what I live, I sleep good, I have no vendettas We the reason you spelling why with capital letters, listen And for those who want my position You gotta step inside a time-machine, come back with a vengeance You should go study my analytics I shouted people on verses that ain't deserve it When it's turnt shit, I stand on business Shout to the ones that hold and gave passes Could've been a lot of graves full of caskets Damn, I'm a good guy For that I think I'm blessed more All these Fredos could've been added to the death score There'll be second line dancin' on St Charles Street New Orleans band was jammin', playin' a raw beat They gon' miss him, sad, they say they stopped his heartbeat Like his arteries clogged from feasting on some hard meat Innocent victim Stick 'em, get 'em, book 'em, good you got 'em Glad you took 'em Black and wasn't lookin', headshot Drill shit up the pole Pure shit, 40 Glock Kill snitch, run, but you still hit Ratpack 'em, jump 'em, gun butt 'em, rub 'em He fight back, snuff 'em This shit ain't bout nuttin' You saw it but you ain't seen shit This is Queens shit No ifs, ands, or buts in between shit It's 50, nigga You already know how I get when I get on my bullshit He's tweakin' and geekin' Southside, nigga QB nigga, yeah So what we gon' do? Where Jungle at? What we gon' do? We stayin' in here? Or we goin' out? Shit, we should go out, we rich as a muthafucka Esco, they know over 808's or fatal over samples I go yayo, crack music like the yay, so I'm plugged in Jumper cables, trap, bumpin' like pre-Nato 70's I played with Play-Doh, all I see a bunch of Fredos All I see a bunch of Fredos All I see a bunch of Fredos, all I All I see is a bunch of Fredos Ha, ayo Fif, I might put my next album out on G-Unit You let 'em slap you around out here You can't let 'em slap you around out here, it's bad for the family They put a hand on you, you put two on them Fuckin' Fredos One thing I hate is a fucking Fredo It's bad for the family