Whoahhhhhhhhh, whoa. Ladies and gentlemen, you now rockin with the best. (Geah) Jersey City, stand up. Patterson, stand up. Off top.. Just Blaze!. . [Joe Budden].
[Joe Budden talking]. You look familiar. I swear seen you some where before are you sure. Are you sure we never meet. Naw I'm not using it for some cheap pick up line.
AYOOOOOOOOOO!!!!. . [Chorus 1: Nate Dogg]. Come quick, see. If you have a way wit' me. I know you wanna play me. All night, night, niiiiiiiiight. Girl look, see.
(ALRIGHT!). (I'm showin my flying monkey). (OH NO! NOT THE FLYING MONKEY!). (Yes, yes the flying monkey). . [DJ On Point:]. This shit right here is called Get It Poppin'.
Chorus:. Lookin back on the things ive done. everything happens for a reason. life is somethin u learn from. everything happens for a reason. i gotta make a confession theres nothin im regretting.
Just gotta get these thoughts off real quick. See I'm a thinker, it's like thinking shit. It's when you got. You sittin' there reflectin', thinkin' shit.
[Joe Budden - Intro] (J.Lo). (You don't do love, you do love, Joey do love). Jenny, ha-ha we gon' do it like. . [J. Lo]. Take it away, the fact that I can't without you.
Uh, I got bitches on my dick, I don't want 'em there.. Closet full of brand names, I don't wanna wear.. Everybody got advice that I don't wanna hear, world in ya palm,.
Uh, I got bitches on my dick, I don't want 'em there.. Closet full of brand names, I don't wanna wear.. Everybody got advice that I don't wanna hear, world in ya palm,.
[Intro]. Salutation, Joe Budden here (WOO!). I be your host tonight for this evening, you know (WOO!!!). Dubb be with the banger, Webb, Nitty, holla (WOO!!!).
[Joe Budden]. Ok, haha (let's do it). Let's rock and rip AIYOO!! (Jump Off). Let's do it like, we gon' do it like. Rock, rip it AIYOO!!. AIYOO! (yeah) AIYOO!.
(Killah BH). . Uh oh, It's that time again, It's been too long, It's family reunion. . (Joe Budden). . Mic check, mic check. . (Killah BH). . We gotta school y'all to the game (one, two, one, two), you know what lets talk to em, Lets go!.
Let me just make this statement. Loud and clear, Jersey's here. Some dude's got problems wit me. Over there, I ain't scared. Some people see me creep.
[Intro]. Uh huh, yeah. Uh huh, yeah. Oh no (louder) oh no (louder). Uh huh, uh huh. . [Chorus]. (Drop drop) - my homies that ride chromies let it. (Pop pop) - at the bar Budden them bottles and them.
I'm stuck between platinum and flop, underground and mainstream. Conscious, backpack, scratch that, same thing. I'm somewhere between the real and the fakeness.
She be callin' my name. Screamin' real loud, I would think she in pain. Nigga's tried to tell me her head was insane. Everythin' she'd do took a toll on my brain.
Last thing I'm tryna be is the good guy now. I ain't never gave a fuck, why should I now. Like the World's interrupting my song, with an interlude. can't you'll see I'm busy trying to balance out my chemical.
[Intro]. Now tell her we gotta clean this whole spot out. I don't care who she got coming I need five chairs. Tell Elva give me a mint Hookah. Give me a couple a peach Cirocs.
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.
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't get me messed up.