Yung Joc Şarkı Sözleri ( Lyrics ) - Sayfa 3

**Prenses** · 08.11.08, 01:45

Momma

(Yung Joc)
Ay you know what, eh heh
When I started recordin this album
I said I wasn't gonna do a, 'know dear momma type of record but
I felt the need to cause ahhh I wanna express how
I feel about my momma
But at the same time I wanted y'all to know that
if I ever found a woman out there that, was anything like my momma
Shıt I got to have her

(Jazze Pha)
Ain't another girl on this earth, like my momma
But if I find that girl, I'ma make her my woman
If I find another girl, like my momma
I can go unconditional love 'til they take me under

(Yung Joc)
Gyeah; first thing first, where do I start
This feeling that I'm feeling is real it's not a facade
The angel that I call momma was sent by God
Been through thick and thin, better times, even hard
Raisin two boys in the ghetto wasn't easy
Shit was goin wrong but she made it seem peachy
Yeah she worked long hours, whether rain and the freezin
Pulled out the Vicks vapor rub when I was sneezin
When the kid laid her off and the rent was past due
Mom was a O.G., did what she had to
I got kicked out of school, she had to talk to my principal
Yeah she kicked my ass, but her love is unconditional
I love my momma

(Yung Joc)
Yo, yo
I remember my first BMX, she showed me how to ride
She used to lick her thumb to wipe the cold out my eyes
Oh yeah I can't forget her cookin how it stick to my ribs
She could take Spam and make a first class meal
When my nigga Steve, me and her both cried
And when I got locked up, she bailed me out every time
Guess I'll never know how she remained so strong
Received Medicaid and food stamps for so long
We was section 8 all the way 'til I was grown
She played both roles, king and queen of the throne
I'm not exaggeratin, not even to the slightest
This came from the heart, so I ain't even have to write it
I love my momma

(Yung Joc)
I'ma try to stop the music one time
Want y'all to clap with me, c'mon
Now if you love your momma clap yo' hands
If you love your momma clap yo' hands (aww yeah)
If you love your momma clap yo' hands
If you love your momma clap yo' hands (aww yeah)
Shorty, I brought you in this world, I'll take you out
You said it when you caught me skippin school, makin out
Momma you stayed down, you never faked it
Stayed by my side when they thought I wouldn't make it
And when I had a son, they said I need a job
That's when you told me son, just follow your heart
And so I did that, I went through all the drama
So I just wanna take this time to say I love you momma...

Yung Joc

**Prenses** · 08.11.08, 01:50

New Joc City (Intro)

(movie announcer)
Now showing
New Joc City, starring Yung Joc, A-T-L's most wanted
In an action packed movie about gunfights
grinding, the ol' trap, and most of all, getting money

(Yung Joc)
Oh you already know what it is folk
Hey folk, y'all niggaz watch out, dope boy's coming

Let me paint a picture, here's the backdrop
Niggaz on the block with a sock full of rocks
My intuition tells me, here come the cops
First nigga run, last nigga get knocked
A couple hours later when it's time to get bonded
Ten percent of four stacks cost you four hundred
I had to use a alias cause I'm a most wanted
Now I'm back in the Chevy on the pedal and I'm running

(announcer) New Joc City!
(dispatcher) 210, we have a visual on the subject
(the police) Roger that
(Five oh nigga!) Nigga I see 'em that's five oh nigga
(Oh shit!) Nigga that's five oh (Run nigga!)

(Yung Joc)
Now I gotta switch up cause my trap on fire
It's hot like the thermostat was set on high
I need another spot just to stash those pies
I'ma juice the first down hoe that rode by
I'ma tell ya like this, watch yourself bruh
The first time she get wrong it time to check her
Even though she lick me from my balls to my neck up
I gotta watch myself cause this could be a set up

(announcer) The saga continues
(loud knocking on door)
(Yung Joc) Baby see who the **** who it is
(the broad) I don't know!
(Yung Joc) You got, you got somebody coming over here?
(the broad) Nah, I mean, you know nobody coming this late
(Yung Joc) Man, who the **** is that man
(Yung Joc) Them mother****ers acting
(glass breaking)
(Yung Joc) like they trying to get in though man Oh Shıt

(Yung Joc)
That's when the do' swang open like Wham
Niggaz pointing choppers at me like Uncle Sam
Thanking to myself "What the ****, God damn"
I sho' hop to God that this nigga chopper jam
I'm looking at him crazy, I don't know what to tell him
He put the chopper to the back of my cerebellum
I tell him, the block's in that box on the floBut if you touch that bitch the whole house gon' explode

(announcer) New Joc City!
(computer) 10 seconds 'til detonation
Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, goodbye
(kaboom)
(announcer) This has been another Bad Boy South
(announcer) Block Entertainment production
(announcer) Now showing in your local ****ing hood...

Yung Joc

**Prenses** · 08.11.08, 01:53

Pak Man

See in my hood, we got monkey bars... and candy cars
I'm the man right here, everybody know my name in my hood
They call me Pak Man shorty

In my hood (I'm Pak Man) my hood (I'm Pak Man)
In my hood (I'm Pak Man) my hood (I'm Pak Man)
In my hood (I'm Pak Man) my hood (I'm Pak Man)
1- Shorty I'm the man and everybody know my name
2- Yeah they call me Pak Man and everybody know my name

[Yung Joc (alter ego)]
(Geyeah, let me introduce myself they call me Pak Man)
I makes it all about your cash man, get it by the pack man
(See me on the block, throw the deuce or give me dap man)
So how you rock your 850 (I rock it to the back man)
(Chevy sittin tall, deuce-deuce dubs plus)
(Sittin on the phone book, just to throw the deuce up)
So who's the, #1 stunna in your hood
(Everybody know my name, Pak Man, it's understood)
So where you from? (Westside, and that College Park)
So what'chu do? (Yeah I gets money from dusk to dawn)
So how you ball? (Magic City, yeah blow a thousand ones)
So how you shine? (Candy paint oh my God it's like the sun)

[Yung Joc (alter ego)]
Ay pimp man lemme ask you somethin
So how you grind? (Man I grind 'round the clock)
Who's your favorite rapper?
(Hmm, T.I., Jeezy and Yung Joc)
Why T.I. (Cause T.I. he the king)
(Jeezy say Yeah on everything)
(I like Joc man, shorty be stuntin)
(Matter fact, that's the cat, who taught me hustlenomic)
Hustlenomıc (Yeah, I almost forgot) Forgot what?
((Everyday I'm hustlin) like Rick Ross, Ha) Ha ha ha
(I'm so clean, I like to make my shoulder lean)
(Like Young Dro, my Rover lookin like po'k & beans) Wow
(I'll lay you down, lay you down for them 23's)
(In my hood just like Ball and 'JG)

[Yung Joc's high pitched alter ego (Joc)]
Let me show you how it's done, ay
Ay I pull up on the shine, cut it to the left
With the top dropped down everybody lose they breath
Y'all haters know my name, so won'tcha quit playin
Take a look at my two step, now what'cha sayin (let me see ya)
Pak Man (won'tcha do the) Pak Man (let me see ya)
Pak Man (won'tcha do the) Pak Man (let me see ya)
Pak Man (won'tcha do the) Pak Man (won'tcha let me see ya do the Pak Man)
Pak Man

Yo, I guess y'all thought I couldn't do it
Because I wasn't but yay high, and only so old
But I was always told man, do what'cha do
And you'll be okay, y'all drop the hook for 'em...

Yung Joc

**Prenses** · 08.11.08, 01:58

Patron

(Yung Joc)
(Ohhh) Uh huh (Shit What up Chino Dolla?)
New Joc City (Here it is)
But right now, you 'bout to witness a nigga gone off that Patron
(Heh-heh, aight) I'm talking 'bout seven shots up
Y'knahmtalkinbout? (Seven shots? Woo ooh, shit!)
(Boyz N Da Hood) The next round on you nigga, ha ha
Now what I want y'all to do (What'chu want me to do nigga?)
Take that shit to the mother****ing head, to the flo' nigga
Let's go

I just bought a zone, J's on my feet
I'm on that Patron, so get like me
I just bought a zone, J's on my feet
I'm on that Patron, so get like me
Er ery'body love me, I'm so fly
Niggaz throw the deuces ery'time I ride by
Er ery'body love me, I'm so fly
Niggaz throw the deuces ery'time I ride by

C'mon me tell me what it do, I do it for the A
When the top drop, rock the platinum Cartier
Got that Microsoft so they call me Bill Gates
Ice links 'round my neck looking like I build gates
I'm Mr. Amoco, yeah I got the pumps
Pockets on swoll looking like they got the mumps
I'm 'bout my change, gotta get the riches
From the look of thangs y'all getting JC Penney's
Pass that Patron, the lime's right thurr
Rock with it, lean with it, in my Nike Urr
Wink my eye at your bitch, now she wishing she could touch
See the J's on my feet, and she love the diamond cuts
Fresh to death, everyday like I jumped up out a caskets
Ask Chino Dolla 'bout that dope boy magic
Connected like apartments, keep one in the cartridge
Chevy seats ostrich, name in the carpet

I mix Patron and Everglow, I call it anti freeze
Take one sip her drawers fall to her knees
Mister V.I.P., get it like me
Ice piece on my wife beat I call it Ice T
Kush by the seven, I call it Mike Vick
She call me officer I hit her with my nightstick
My swag so mean need anger management
You call it what you want I'm on some ol' eleven shit
These niggaz wanna hate, God dammit we can handle it
Mad cause I got juice, call me Tropicana bitch
Joc feel good. Joc buy the bar
Catch me in the hood pimp, rolling on a 'gar
I plead to the judge I'm guilty of the charge
I'ma ballaholic, can't help it I'ma star
You see the yellow ice, you holla oh my God
Trying to guess the price, ehh about thirty large

Ery'body wanna know, how I do my thang
Yeah I get money and I let my nuts hang
Pull up to curb, cut it to the left
My rims sitting tall 'til I dim the knee steps
I just see what I want, then I go get it
The apple jelly Chevy with the peanut butter in it
So don't get mad, pimp keep it cool
I hang with them goons and the boys keep them tools
I hustle all day, that's just how I live
Stack them big faces, give the strippers dollar bills
Check the dictionary for a P.I.M.P.
And when you look it up, potnah tell me who ya see
Young J-O-C, yeah that's me
Twenty eight G's, on my feet twenty three's

(Outro)
I'm on that Patron, so gone that Patron
So gone that Patron, so get like me
So gone that Patron, so gone that Patron
So gone that Patron, so get like me
Get like me, get like me
So gone that Patron, so get like me...

Yung Joc

**Prenses** · 08.11.08, 02:01

Picture Perfect

(Background) Uhhyeeah
(Joc's Dad) Everything that glitters ain't gold baby
(Yung Joc) I hear ya Daddy

I'm choppin 24's
Blowin good dro
Yeah, I got plenty Hoes
Life ain't picture perfect
Yeah ya see the ice
And I dress nice
Make 'em look twice
Life ain't picture perfect

Yeah I'm blowin on some good lime
Skatin on two 85's
Wouldn't believe half the shit thats skatin through a niggas mind
745 complimented with leather and wood
Chickens on my dick cuz a nigga fresh and smellin good
Jack boys plottin on my stacks on deck
Wanna put the Tec to my chest for the ice on my neck
Oh yeah it's easy to attain it all
Harder to maintain it all
If you want a pierfect picture only god can paint it dog
Niggas in these videos with multi-platinum projects
Can't even get credit cards
And they Momma stay in projects
How is that? Scracth my head
Somethin don't seem right
Ya teeth full of ice
So when ya smile I seen lights
Seems like I'm hatin I'm just statin the facts
I ain't feelin to smile in ya face and put a blade in your back
Now try not to get caught up on the way shit looks
Cuz everything ain't picture perfect, just listen to the hook

Yeah I'm off in magic city
Trickin them ass and titties
Bitches blowin me kisses makin me wanna hit it
I must admit, got a good chick and she been holdin me down
But I ain't ****in around cuz there is too much shit goin around
Like the rims on my pickup
Scared to get my dick sucked
Nigga run into the clinic even from a hiccup
Pick up the pieces from the ****in puzzle
I'm affiliated with niggas who murder, rob and hustle
Plus you think I'm ballin cuz I'm poppin Crys and spendin G's
I'm just tryin to drink away the pain that killed my nigga steve
Nigga please, I ain't shit
Cookies and cream
Feelin like Marvin it make me wanna holla and scream

Now half the shit ya doin already been done
And that's why half my niggas dead, locked up or on the run
That dope money ain't sufficient it don't last all ways
Niggas trap all night in project hallways
All day long niggas front like stars
On them big ass rims that most than they cars
Spent 300 on a outfit a hundred on some nikes
But his baby needs wopes, diapers and pedialite
And you prolly' got a cousin, brother or a friend
And this song sound like it from begging to end
Then again it might be me
And I'm tired of the nonsense
Can't sleep at night cause I got a guilty conscience...

Yung Joc

**Prenses** · 08.11.08, 02:06

Play Your Cards

(Intro)
Y'all know who it is
Ha ha
Back for the second round
Sophomore
**** a jinx, nigga
Let me talk to y'all

Well I guess it's safe to say I'm on my job
And everything I say seems to come from the heart
And even if you hate, you gotta play your part
Or just sit back and see the way I play my cards

Okay I'm back, sit back and listen
First album platinum plaques, now watch it glisten
The baddest broads, The fastest cars
I'm sure a lot of niggas wish this life was yours
But since it ain't, y'all niggas said I can't
Y'all laughed about my dance, I walked it out the bank (Ha ha)
Now I'ma let it happen cause we ain't gotta start
Haters mad at me cause I'm on my job
I congratulate you, somebody's gotta do it
I'm not mad, I'm used to it
And if you feel the same, then you's a friend of mine
Won't you tell the lames? Don't get out of line

Play your cards
Don't get out of line hoe

Call it Hustlenomics, hustle by any means
I got a lot of hustle, a whole lot of schemes
And not enough fingers for me to count on
My stock's way up, call me Dow Jones
I been around the world, in almost every hood
I walk in anywhere, my face card is very good
And they don't play round down in H Town
Take ya to the bottom, I'm talkin Dade county
I'll take you out west in them low lows
You scared to rep your set, that's a no no
I take you back to the A Town, head down
Play round, I'll make them boys make you lay it down

I need a bottom bitch, one who pays attention
Respect the grind, respect my intuition
Don't get out of line, Just look and listen
And soon you'll find I'm what you been missing
And the bottom line is I'm on the clock
24&7, the hustle don't stop
Yeah I'm from the A, that's my stomping grounds
But if you on your job, we stand on common grounds

(Outro)
Ay, Cool & Dre
Y'all know what it is
Hustle or get hustled, nigga
I know you see these 10 pounds around my neck
The H by itself, 3 nigga
You see the dookie roll, that's 7
Count it up, 10 nigga
Been there and I done that
Block E-N-T
Hustlenomics...

Yung Joc

**Prenses** · 08.11.08, 02:08

Yung Nigga (Interlude)

Dat nigga might be dope though.
Naw dat ain't dope.
Dat nigga young, what is this nigga 23?
He on''t even remember the "Smurfs" the "Snorks" or nothin'.
Young ass nigga, what is he rappin' about?
What the **** is he
what could he be talkin bout right now in 2006 that ain't nobody else talkin' bout?

Yung Joc

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08.11.08, 01:45	#21 (permalink)
Kullanıcı Profili Prenses Alfa Üye Kullanıcı Bilgileri Üyelik tarihi: Apr 2008 Nerden: İstanbul Mesajlar: 11.417 Konular: 1154 Puan Grafiği Rep Puanı:5374 Rep Gücü:0 RD: Teşekkür Ettiği Teşekkür: 38 215 Mesajına 402 Kere Teşekkür Edlidi :	Momma Momma (Yung Joc) Ay you know what, eh heh When I started recordin this album I said I wasn't gonna do a, 'know dear momma type of record but I felt the need to cause ahhh I wanna express how I feel about my momma But at the same time I wanted y'all to know that if I ever found a woman out there that, was anything like my momma Shıt I got to have her (Jazze Pha) Ain't another girl on this earth, like my momma But if I find that girl, I'ma make her my woman If I find another girl, like my momma I can go unconditional love 'til they take me under (Yung Joc) Gyeah; first thing first, where do I start This feeling that I'm feeling is real it's not a facade The angel that I call momma was sent by God Been through thick and thin, better times, even hard Raisin two boys in the ghetto wasn't easy Shit was goin wrong but she made it seem peachy Yeah she worked long hours, whether rain and the freezin Pulled out the Vicks vapor rub when I was sneezin When the kid laid her off and the rent was past due Mom was a O.G., did what she had to I got kicked out of school, she had to talk to my principal Yeah she kicked my ass, but her love is unconditional I love my momma (Yung Joc) Yo, yo I remember my first BMX, she showed me how to ride She used to lick her thumb to wipe the cold out my eyes Oh yeah I can't forget her cookin how it stick to my ribs She could take Spam and make a first class meal When my nigga Steve, me and her both cried And when I got locked up, she bailed me out every time Guess I'll never know how she remained so strong Received Medicaid and food stamps for so long We was section 8 all the way 'til I was grown She played both roles, king and queen of the throne I'm not exaggeratin, not even to the slightest This came from the heart, so I ain't even have to write it I love my momma (Yung Joc) I'ma try to stop the music one time Want y'all to clap with me, c'mon Now if you love your momma clap yo' hands If you love your momma clap yo' hands (aww yeah) If you love your momma clap yo' hands If you love your momma clap yo' hands (aww yeah) Shorty, I brought you in this world, I'll take you out You said it when you caught me skippin school, makin out Momma you stayed down, you never faked it Stayed by my side when they thought I wouldn't make it And when I had a son, they said I need a job That's when you told me son, just follow your heart And so I did that, I went through all the drama So I just wanna take this time to say I love you momma... Yung Joc

08.11.08, 01:50	#22 (permalink)
Kullanıcı Profili Prenses Alfa Üye Kullanıcı Bilgileri Üyelik tarihi: Apr 2008 Nerden: İstanbul Mesajlar: 11.417 Konular: 1154 Puan Grafiği Rep Puanı:5374 Rep Gücü:0 RD: Teşekkür Ettiği Teşekkür: 38 215 Mesajına 402 Kere Teşekkür Edlidi :	New Joc City (Intro) New Joc City (Intro) (movie announcer) Now showing New Joc City, starring Yung Joc, A-T-L's most wanted In an action packed movie about gunfights grinding, the ol' trap, and most of all, getting money (Yung Joc) Oh you already know what it is folk Hey folk, y'all niggaz watch out, dope boy's coming Let me paint a picture, here's the backdrop Niggaz on the block with a sock full of rocks My intuition tells me, here come the cops First nigga run, last nigga get knocked A couple hours later when it's time to get bonded Ten percent of four stacks cost you four hundred I had to use a alias cause I'm a most wanted Now I'm back in the Chevy on the pedal and I'm running (announcer) New Joc City! (dispatcher) 210, we have a visual on the subject (the police) Roger that (Five oh nigga!) Nigga I see 'em that's five oh nigga (Oh shit!) Nigga that's five oh (Run nigga!) (Yung Joc) Now I gotta switch up cause my trap on fire It's hot like the thermostat was set on high I need another spot just to stash those pies I'ma juice the first down hoe that rode by I'ma tell ya like this, watch yourself bruh The first time she get wrong it time to check her Even though she lick me from my balls to my neck up I gotta watch myself cause this could be a set up (announcer) The saga continues (loud knocking on door) (Yung Joc) Baby see who the ** who it is (the broad) I don't know! (Yung Joc) You got, you got somebody coming over here? (the broad) Nah, I mean, you know nobody coming this late (Yung Joc) Man, who the is that man (Yung Joc) Them motherers acting (glass breaking) (Yung Joc) like they trying to get in though man Oh Shıt (Yung Joc) That's when the do' swang open like Wham Niggaz pointing choppers at me like Uncle Sam Thanking to myself "What the , God damn" I sho' hop to God that this nigga chopper jam I'm looking at him crazy, I don't know what to tell him He put the chopper to the back of my cerebellum I tell him, the block's in that box on the floBut if you touch that bitch the whole house gon' explode (announcer) New Joc City! (computer) 10 seconds 'til detonation Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, goodbye (kaboom) (announcer) This has been another Bad Boy South (announcer) Block Entertainment production (announcer) Now showing in your local **ing hood... Yung Joc

08.11.08, 01:53	#23 (permalink)
Kullanıcı Profili Prenses Alfa Üye Kullanıcı Bilgileri Üyelik tarihi: Apr 2008 Nerden: İstanbul Mesajlar: 11.417 Konular: 1154 Puan Grafiği Rep Puanı:5374 Rep Gücü:0 RD: Teşekkür Ettiği Teşekkür: 38 215 Mesajına 402 Kere Teşekkür Edlidi :	Pak Man Pak Man See in my hood, we got monkey bars... and candy cars I'm the man right here, everybody know my name in my hood They call me Pak Man shorty In my hood (I'm Pak Man) my hood (I'm Pak Man) In my hood (I'm Pak Man) my hood (I'm Pak Man) In my hood (I'm Pak Man) my hood (I'm Pak Man) 1- Shorty I'm the man and everybody know my name 2- Yeah they call me Pak Man and everybody know my name [Yung Joc (alter ego)] (Geyeah, let me introduce myself they call me Pak Man) I makes it all about your cash man, get it by the pack man (See me on the block, throw the deuce or give me dap man) So how you rock your 850 (I rock it to the back man) (Chevy sittin tall, deuce-deuce dubs plus) (Sittin on the phone book, just to throw the deuce up) So who's the, #1 stunna in your hood (Everybody know my name, Pak Man, it's understood) So where you from? (Westside, and that College Park) So what'chu do? (Yeah I gets money from dusk to dawn) So how you ball? (Magic City, yeah blow a thousand ones) So how you shine? (Candy paint oh my God it's like the sun) [Yung Joc (alter ego)] Ay pimp man lemme ask you somethin So how you grind? (Man I grind 'round the clock) Who's your favorite rapper? (Hmm, T.I., Jeezy and Yung Joc) Why T.I. (Cause T.I. he the king) (Jeezy say Yeah on everything) (I like Joc man, shorty be stuntin) (Matter fact, that's the cat, who taught me hustlenomic) Hustlenomıc (Yeah, I almost forgot) Forgot what? ((Everyday I'm hustlin) like Rick Ross, Ha) Ha ha ha (I'm so clean, I like to make my shoulder lean) (Like Young Dro, my Rover lookin like po'k & beans) Wow (I'll lay you down, lay you down for them 23's) (In my hood just like Ball and 'JG) [Yung Joc's high pitched alter ego (Joc)] Let me show you how it's done, ay Ay I pull up on the shine, cut it to the left With the top dropped down everybody lose they breath Y'all haters know my name, so won'tcha quit playin Take a look at my two step, now what'cha sayin (let me see ya) Pak Man (won'tcha do the) Pak Man (let me see ya) Pak Man (won'tcha do the) Pak Man (let me see ya) Pak Man (won'tcha do the) Pak Man (won'tcha let me see ya do the Pak Man) Pak Man Yo, I guess y'all thought I couldn't do it Because I wasn't but yay high, and only so old But I was always told man, do what'cha do And you'll be okay, y'all drop the hook for 'em... Yung Joc

08.11.08, 01:58	#24 (permalink)
Kullanıcı Profili Prenses Alfa Üye Kullanıcı Bilgileri Üyelik tarihi: Apr 2008 Nerden: İstanbul Mesajlar: 11.417 Konular: 1154 Puan Grafiği Rep Puanı:5374 Rep Gücü:0 RD: Teşekkür Ettiği Teşekkür: 38 215 Mesajına 402 Kere Teşekkür Edlidi :	Patron Patron (Yung Joc) (Ohhh) Uh huh (Shit What up Chino Dolla?) New Joc City (Here it is) But right now, you 'bout to witness a nigga gone off that Patron (Heh-heh, aight) I'm talking 'bout seven shots up Y'knahmtalkinbout? (Seven shots? Woo ooh, shit!) (Boyz N Da Hood) The next round on you nigga, ha ha Now what I want y'all to do (What'chu want me to do nigga?) Take that shit to the mother****ing head, to the flo' nigga Let's go I just bought a zone, J's on my feet I'm on that Patron, so get like me I just bought a zone, J's on my feet I'm on that Patron, so get like me Er ery'body love me, I'm so fly Niggaz throw the deuces ery'time I ride by Er ery'body love me, I'm so fly Niggaz throw the deuces ery'time I ride by C'mon me tell me what it do, I do it for the A When the top drop, rock the platinum Cartier Got that Microsoft so they call me Bill Gates Ice links 'round my neck looking like I build gates I'm Mr. Amoco, yeah I got the pumps Pockets on swoll looking like they got the mumps I'm 'bout my change, gotta get the riches From the look of thangs y'all getting JC Penney's Pass that Patron, the lime's right thurr Rock with it, lean with it, in my Nike Urr Wink my eye at your bitch, now she wishing she could touch See the J's on my feet, and she love the diamond cuts Fresh to death, everyday like I jumped up out a caskets Ask Chino Dolla 'bout that dope boy magic Connected like apartments, keep one in the cartridge Chevy seats ostrich, name in the carpet I mix Patron and Everglow, I call it anti freeze Take one sip her drawers fall to her knees Mister V.I.P., get it like me Ice piece on my wife beat I call it Ice T Kush by the seven, I call it Mike Vick She call me officer I hit her with my nightstick My swag so mean need anger management You call it what you want I'm on some ol' eleven shit These niggaz wanna hate, God dammit we can handle it Mad cause I got juice, call me Tropicana bitch Joc feel good. Joc buy the bar Catch me in the hood pimp, rolling on a 'gar I plead to the judge I'm guilty of the charge I'ma ballaholic, can't help it I'ma star You see the yellow ice, you holla oh my God Trying to guess the price, ehh about thirty large Ery'body wanna know, how I do my thang Yeah I get money and I let my nuts hang Pull up to curb, cut it to the left My rims sitting tall 'til I dim the knee steps I just see what I want, then I go get it The apple jelly Chevy with the peanut butter in it So don't get mad, pimp keep it cool I hang with them goons and the boys keep them tools I hustle all day, that's just how I live Stack them big faces, give the strippers dollar bills Check the dictionary for a P.I.M.P. And when you look it up, potnah tell me who ya see Young J-O-C, yeah that's me Twenty eight G's, on my feet twenty three's (Outro) I'm on that Patron, so gone that Patron So gone that Patron, so get like me So gone that Patron, so gone that Patron So gone that Patron, so get like me Get like me, get like me So gone that Patron, so get like me... Yung Joc

08.11.08, 02:01	#25 (permalink)
Kullanıcı Profili Prenses Alfa Üye Kullanıcı Bilgileri Üyelik tarihi: Apr 2008 Nerden: İstanbul Mesajlar: 11.417 Konular: 1154 Puan Grafiği Rep Puanı:5374 Rep Gücü:0 RD: Teşekkür Ettiği Teşekkür: 38 215 Mesajına 402 Kere Teşekkür Edlidi :	Picture Perfect Picture Perfect (Background) Uhhyeeah (Joc's Dad) Everything that glitters ain't gold baby (Yung Joc) I hear ya Daddy I'm choppin 24's Blowin good dro Yeah, I got plenty Hoes Life ain't picture perfect Yeah ya see the ice And I dress nice Make 'em look twice Life ain't picture perfect Yeah I'm blowin on some good lime Skatin on two 85's Wouldn't believe half the shit thats skatin through a niggas mind 745 complimented with leather and wood Chickens on my dick cuz a nigga fresh and smellin good Jack boys plottin on my stacks on deck Wanna put the Tec to my chest for the ice on my neck Oh yeah it's easy to attain it all Harder to maintain it all If you want a pierfect picture only god can paint it dog Niggas in these videos with multi-platinum projects Can't even get credit cards And they Momma stay in projects How is that? Scracth my head Somethin don't seem right Ya teeth full of ice So when ya smile I seen lights Seems like I'm hatin I'm just statin the facts I ain't feelin to smile in ya face and put a blade in your back Now try not to get caught up on the way shit looks Cuz everything ain't picture perfect, just listen to the hook Yeah I'm off in magic city Trickin them ass and titties Bitches blowin me kisses makin me wanna hit it I must admit, got a good chick and she been holdin me down But I ain't **in around cuz there is too much shit goin around Like the rims on my pickup Scared to get my dick sucked Nigga run into the clinic even from a hiccup Pick up the pieces from the **in puzzle I'm affiliated with niggas who murder, rob and hustle Plus you think I'm ballin cuz I'm poppin Crys and spendin G's I'm just tryin to drink away the pain that killed my nigga steve Nigga please, I ain't shit Cookies and cream Feelin like Marvin it make me wanna holla and scream Now half the shit ya doin already been done And that's why half my niggas dead, locked up or on the run That dope money ain't sufficient it don't last all ways Niggas trap all night in project hallways All day long niggas front like stars On them big ass rims that most than they cars Spent 300 on a outfit a hundred on some nikes But his baby needs wopes, diapers and pedialite And you prolly' got a cousin, brother or a friend And this song sound like it from begging to end Then again it might be me And I'm tired of the nonsense Can't sleep at night cause I got a guilty conscience... Yung Joc

08.11.08, 02:06	#26 (permalink)
Kullanıcı Profili Prenses Alfa Üye Kullanıcı Bilgileri Üyelik tarihi: Apr 2008 Nerden: İstanbul Mesajlar: 11.417 Konular: 1154 Puan Grafiği Rep Puanı:5374 Rep Gücü:0 RD: Teşekkür Ettiği Teşekkür: 38 215 Mesajına 402 Kere Teşekkür Edlidi :	Play Your Cards Play Your Cards (Intro) Y'all know who it is Ha ha Back for the second round Sophomore **** a jinx, nigga Let me talk to y'all Well I guess it's safe to say I'm on my job And everything I say seems to come from the heart And even if you hate, you gotta play your part Or just sit back and see the way I play my cards Okay I'm back, sit back and listen First album platinum plaques, now watch it glisten The baddest broads, The fastest cars I'm sure a lot of niggas wish this life was yours But since it ain't, y'all niggas said I can't Y'all laughed about my dance, I walked it out the bank (Ha ha) Now I'ma let it happen cause we ain't gotta start Haters mad at me cause I'm on my job I congratulate you, somebody's gotta do it I'm not mad, I'm used to it And if you feel the same, then you's a friend of mine Won't you tell the lames? Don't get out of line Play your cards Don't get out of line hoe Call it Hustlenomics, hustle by any means I got a lot of hustle, a whole lot of schemes And not enough fingers for me to count on My stock's way up, call me Dow Jones I been around the world, in almost every hood I walk in anywhere, my face card is very good And they don't play round down in H Town Take ya to the bottom, I'm talkin Dade county I'll take you out west in them low lows You scared to rep your set, that's a no no I take you back to the A Town, head down Play round, I'll make them boys make you lay it down I need a bottom bitch, one who pays attention Respect the grind, respect my intuition Don't get out of line, Just look and listen And soon you'll find I'm what you been missing And the bottom line is I'm on the clock 24&7, the hustle don't stop Yeah I'm from the A, that's my stomping grounds But if you on your job, we stand on common grounds (Outro) Ay, Cool & Dre Y'all know what it is Hustle or get hustled, nigga I know you see these 10 pounds around my neck The H by itself, 3 nigga You see the dookie roll, that's 7 Count it up, 10 nigga Been there and I done that Block E-N-T Hustlenomics... Yung Joc

08.11.08, 02:08	#27 (permalink)
Kullanıcı Profili Prenses Alfa Üye Kullanıcı Bilgileri Üyelik tarihi: Apr 2008 Nerden: İstanbul Mesajlar: 11.417 Konular: 1154 Puan Grafiği Rep Puanı:5374 Rep Gücü:0 RD: Teşekkür Ettiği Teşekkür: 38 215 Mesajına 402 Kere Teşekkür Edlidi :	Yung Nigga (Interlude) Yung Nigga (Interlude) Dat nigga might be dope though. Naw dat ain't dope. Dat nigga young, what is this nigga 23? He on''t even remember the "Smurfs" the "Snorks" or nothin'. Young ass nigga, what is he rappin' about? What the **** is he what could he be talkin bout right now in 2006 that ain't nobody else talkin' bout? Yung Joc

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