Damn Right Lyrics - Singles - Ms. Jade

[Intro Ms. Jade] 

Uh, Ms. Jade, yeah 

It's like that old "back in the day" house party 

Dance contest shit right here 

[Verse 1 Ms. Jade] 

They got me, watcin' my back, looking over my shoulder 

I'm the best part of wakin' up, like a cup of Folgers 

I'm the oldest and the youngest at the same time 

Assitent to the beat, like we both got the same mind 

I got the feelin' for the flava of the figgas 

Ya'll dont know what ya'll done triggered 

Squad'll ride and turn big whipper, they love me 

From block niggas that shot cracks, college boys 

Them niggas with dreads and knapsacks 

I spit greasy like an S curl 

I don't just get 'em naucious 

I make them muthafuckas hurl 

Step it up, next level once I get involved 

Back flip, kick, then I spit like I'm Lara Croft 

The game is off, I made every shot, from every block 

Hydro to the ready rock, I semi pop like I got beef wit ya 

Dem things gonna get cha, better bring ya peeps wit ya 

[Chorus Bubba (Ms. Jade) 

Is you a problem for them faggot boys (Damn right) 

Would you finish off this bottle wit me (Damn right) 

Could you lose it all to get some more (Damn right) 

Do you eat, sleep and shit Philly (Damn right) 

[2x] 

[Verse 2 Ms. Jade] 

Since I was suckin' on bottles, and playin' wit my rattles 

Cocky wit the flow, plus I'm itchin' for a battle 

Grab you and choke you up, toss you in the corner 

Flows make you drown when you sinkin' in the water 

Callin' for the coroner, funeral in Florida 

Ya'll don't wanna deal with this broad, nigga i'm warnin' ya 

Hot like Timmy, push ya buttons like I'm Jimmy 

Peep shit, street shit, Broady game in me 

It's a gimmick, fuck the house, I'll take it to the limit 

Turn ugly like a gremlin, if you messin' wit my spinach 

Smoke green in them Bonaville seats, lean 

Ms. Jade, need an army to beat me 

I gotta stuff you, one time you'll get it 

A little talent but you don't know what to do with it 

I'm through wit it, all that other shit is minor 

Key element, right next to water, sun and fire 

I'm from the 215, so ya'll guys better recognize 

Handle half and leave the rest to God 

Nothin' to lose and somethin' to prove 

I save the bender for the suckas, shit I'm breakin' the rules 

[Chorus 2x] 

[Verse 3 Ms. Jade] 

Ain't no way ya'll folks don't smell what I'm preparin' 

I ain't carin' 'bout ya mom, pop or aunt Karen 

I do damage on a daily basis 

Words boil you like hot soup and I'll let you taste it 

I'm the bang bang, minus the chitty cocksucka 

Born like 16th Street to the damn Ruckas 

I'm dumb nice, ruin ya dumb lives 

See a watch but you broke, look at ya dumb ice 

Sometimes I feel outta place 'cause I stick out like a sore thumb 

Wild out so I can't wait 'til the tour come 

I'm like Gladys without them damn Pips 

Plus I smoke on them L's til my fingernails is black tips 

I'm so hip, ya'll see the shit that I be on 

Talk tough, niggas be like plastic like neons 

I'm disgusting, known for ball bustin' 

Crushin', bluffin', dustin', it's nothin' 

[Chorus 5x]