Yung Joc - .· Yung Nigga (Interlude) Lyrics

Yung Nigga (Interlude) Lyrics - Yung Joc

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 fuck is he....
What could he be talkin bout right now in 2006 that ain't nobody else talkin' bout?

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Yung Joc - .· Yung N___a (Interlude) Lyrics

Yung N***a (Interlude) Lyrics - Yung Joc

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 fuck is he....
What could he be talkin bout right now in 2006 that ain't nobody else talkin' bout?

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Yung Joc - .· Ringtone Lyrics

Ringtone Lyrics - Yung Joc

(feat. Miss B.)

[Intro:]
Let me be let me be let me let me be yo ringtone
Let me be let me be let me let me be yo ringtone
Ringtone, yo ringtone, yo ringtone let me be yo ringtone
Let me be let me be let me let me be yo ringtone
Let me be let me be let me let me be yo ringtone
Ringtone, yo ringtone, yo ringtone let me be yo ringtone

[Chorus: male female]
Let me be yo ringtone
You can be my ringtone
Baby let me sing a song
Baby you can sing a song
When I ring...
When you ring...
Yo phone
My phone

[Chorus: female male]
Yes you can be my ringtone
I can be yo ringtone
Baby come & sing a song
Baby ima sing a song
When you ring...
When I ring...
My phone
Ya phone

[Verse 1: Miss B]
Oh yeah you know the deal its Miss Behavin baby
And im just being real you need to lose ya lady
See im off in the club lookin for groupie
Someone to do me good a superman a superthug
You know the dealie-o I aint no silly ho
I got that kill bill better than purple kush & dro
See thats what kush is for it gets you high baby
You touch the sky baby feel like you can fly baby
See im the type of chick thats gotta have her own
shot of that patruice that goose mixed with patron
Goose get you loose patron get you gone
Now he all in my ear give da number to my phone

[Chorus: male female]
Let me be yo ringtone
You can be my ringtone
Baby let me sing a song
Baby you can sing a song
When I ring...
When you ring...
Yo phone
My phone

[Chorus: female male]
Yes you can be my ringtone
I can be yo ringtone
Baby come & sing a song
Baby ima sing a song
When you ring...
When I ring...
My phone
Yo phone

[Verse 2: Yung Joc]
Now when I count to uno dos tres Baby I need you to be undressed
Let me show you im the best
Catch it there you can kiss my chest
Im not Usher but I confess them other suckas cant contest
Exchange freaky dialect bend you ova then ima jet
Say my name say my name now I can help relieve your stress
Say my name say my name so deep you feel it in ya chest
Extreme precaution cause its slippery when wet
Baby let me be yo ringtone we'll call it phone sex

[Chorus: male female]
Let me be yo ringtone
You can be my ringtone
Baby let me sing a song
Baby you can sing a song
When I ring...
When you ring...
Yo phone
My phone

[Chorus: female male]
Yes you can be my ringtone
I can be yo ringtone
Baby come & sing a song
Baby ima sing a song
When you ring...
When I ring...
My phone
Yo phone

[Verse 3: Miss B & Yung Joc]
Yep im supercool {cool} im superfresh
Yeah but you gotta be it when you f**kin with a nigga like me cause im a vet
Wrap my legs around yo neck
Sound good baby tell me whats next
Crack & weed I got that effect
Got me flow like im on X
I hear ya boy "she's a beast"
Sweat drip from my Jesus peace
Keep that thang like she's a beast
Dick so good you grit yo teeth
Eat this pussy like a feast on yo knees like you a preist
You & me between the sheets

[Both:]
Damn it 7 days a week

[Chorus: male female]
Let me be yo ringtone
You can be my ringtone
Baby let me sing a song

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Yung Joc - .· Price Tag Lyrics

Price Tag Lyrics - Yung Joc

A couple grand, price tag on ya head leave ya layin were ya stand
A couple grand, price tag on ya head, On ya head, On ya head
A couple grand, price tag on ya head, price tag on ya head
A couple grand, price tag on ya head leave ya layin were ya stand

Verse 1
Watch him die slow, then his eyes roll
In da back of his head now his body cold
A couple grand, a couple shots, a couple drip drops, now ya leakin won't stop
Bitch im da man, just ask block, shots rain out, u can hear em from a couple blocks
Bitch wats my name? call me yung joc, I got a great aim, all I need is one shot
Errbody talkin in my neighborhood, I got great lawyers, cuz my paper good,
Leave ya body riddled, weazin and coughin, hear bout it live, fox 5, and monica coffman
U fuck wit mine, I cross ya lifeline, im a graffiti artist, paint chalk out outlines
And the worst part,is im not a coward, visit yo wake and give ya momma dead flowers

A couple grand, price tag on ya head leave ya layin were ya stand
A couple grand, price tag on ya head, On ya head, On ya head
A couple grand, price tag on ya head, price tag on ya head
A couple grand, price tag on ya head leave ya layin were ya stand

Verse 2
This is not a movie, no reruns, all sales final, no refunds
Once I make the payment, the hits out, im not jeezy I aint swappin shit out
First I tell him, were I want it done, in the backyard right in front of the sun
Then I tell him, were to drop him off, in the chattahoochie wit his dick chopped off [damn!]
Yea it sounds harsh, but it's well deserve, feed his ass to the sharks or orderves
No remorse, no pity, this can happen to you in new jock city

A couple grand, price tag on ya head leave ya layin were ya stand
A couple grand, price tag on ya head, On ya head, On ya head
A couple grand, price tag on ya head, price tag on ya head
A couple grand, price tag on ya head leave ya layin were ya stand

Verse 3
I got a couple killas, got a great choppa, blast through ya fool,shit ya guts leak out,
The sheriff call ya momma, and she freak out, got a hit meant fo her, dial yo momma speed dial
Oooo it aint nutn, but a call away, come home, find yo baby sista in the hallway
9-1-1, but it's too late, she lookin like a maxi-pad bleeding through da duck tape

A couple grand, price tag on ya head leave ya layin were ya stand
A couple grand, price tag on ya head, On ya head, On ya head
A couple grand, price tag on ya head, price tag on ya head
A couple grand, price tag on ya head leave ya layin were ya stand

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Yung Joc - .· Play Your Cards Lyrics

Play Your Cards Lyrics - Yung Joc

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

[Chorus]
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

[Verse 1]
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

[Chorus]

[Hook]
Play your cards [x17]
Don't get out of line hoe [x6]

[Verse 2]
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

[Chorus]

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
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

[Chorus]

[Hook]

[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

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Yung Joc - .· Picture Perfect Lyrics

Picture Perfect Lyrics - Yung Joc

[Background] Uhhhhhyeeaaah
[Joc's Dad:] Everything that glitters ain't gold baby
[Yung Joc:] I hear ya Daddy

[Chorus x2]
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 that's 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

[Chourus x2]

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 fuckin 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 fuckin 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

[Chorus x2]

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

[Chorus x2]

[Background:] can't you see? [over and over until it fades out]

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Yung Joc - .· Patron Lyrics

Patron Lyrics - Yung Joc

[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? Woooo-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 motherfucking head, to the flo' nigga
Let's go

[Chorus]
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

[Verse One]
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

[Chorus]

[Verse Two]
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

[Chorus]

[Verse Three]
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

[Chorus]

[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

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Yung Joc - .· Pak Man Lyrics

Pak Man Lyrics - Yung Joc

[Intro: Joc's high pitched alter ego]
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

[Chorus: repeat 2X]
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)

[Chorus]

[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 YEAHHHHHHHHH on everything)
(I like Joc man, shorty be stuntin)
(Matter fact, that's the cat, who taught me hustlenomic$)
HUSTLENOMIC$! (Yeah, I almost forgot) Forgot what?
((Everyday I'm hustlin) like Rick Ross, HA~!) HAHAHAHA
(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)

[Chorus]

[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)
P-P-P-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

[Chorus - 2X]

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Yung Joc - .· New Joc City Lyrics

New Joc City Lyrics - Yung Joc

[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 comin

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 funded
Ten percent of food stamps cost you fo' 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 runnin

[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 fuck who it is
[the broad] i don't know!
[yung joc] you got, you got somebody comin over here?
[the broad] nah, i mean, you know nobody comin this late
[yung joc] man, who the fuck is that man
[yung joc] them motherfuckers actin
[glass breaking]
[yung joc] like they tryin to get in though man - oh shit!

[yung joc]
That's when the do' swang open like wham
Niggaz pointin choppers at me like uncle sam
Thankin to myself "what the fuck, god damn"
I sho' hop to god that this nigga chopper jam
I'm lookin 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 flo'
But if you touch that bitch the whole house gon' explode

[announcer] new joc city!
[computer] 10 seconds 'til detenation
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 fucking hood

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Yung Joc - .· New Joc City (Intro) Lyrics

New Joc City (Intro) Lyrics - Yung Joc

[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 fuck 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 fuck is that man
[Yung Joc] Them motherfuckers acting
[glass breaking]
[Yung Joc] like they trying to get in though man - OH SHIT!

[Yung Joc]
That's when the do' swang open like WHAM
Niggaz pointing choppers at me like Uncle Sam
Thanking to myself "What the fuck, 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 flo'
But 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 fucking hood

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Yung Joc - .· Momma Lyrics

Momma Lyrics - Yung Joc

(feat. Jazze Pha)

[Yung Joc]
Ay you know what, eh-heh
When I started recordin this album
I said I wasn't gonna do a, y'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
SHIT~! I got to have her

[Chorus: 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

[Chorus]

[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

[Chorus]

[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

[Chorus]

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Yung Joc - .· Living The Life Lyrics

Living The Life Lyrics - Yung Joc

Hustle, Hustlenomics
Hustle, hustle, Hustlenomics
Hustle, hustle, Hustlenomics
Block ENT

I'm just living the life of a young baller, shot caller
Dope rider, don't mind me, I'm just doin’ my thang
Living the life of a go-getter, no-quitter
Gotta get to the money, get money, money, hey

Living the life, living the life
Living the life, living the life
I'ma live every day like a holiday
Gotta get to the money, get, get to the money

I've been around the world just like dosey do
Bet Joc Bangkok in Tokyo
Big money by the bankroll, Oh, for sure
Ain't tryin’ to brag just as long as you knows

Hey you, tell me why you actin’ like you're shocked?
Been gettin’ money since my debut dropped
Pop a couple tabs with my man and them
Date an international chick, now I'm landin’ them

International suites, now I'm stayin’ in them
International freaks, I'm playin’ with them
Acapulco hoes, hit the sand with them
We fuck all night, then I abandon them

Take a top model chick to the cabin, man
Call me freaky Jason, get to stabbin’, man
But she call a few friends, run a caravan
I call a few friends, I love sharin’ man

I'm just living the life of a young baller, shot caller
Dope rider, don't mind me, I'm just doin’ my thang
Living the life of a go-getter, no-quitter
Gotta get to the money, get money, money, hey

Living the life, living the life
Living the life, living the life
I'ma live every day like a holiday
Gotta get to the money, get, get to the money

You see I ball all day up in Amsterdam
Nigga, Swiss Miss chick and smoke half a gram
She love takin’ snapshots on the phone cam
Knockin’ out a ringtone, that's a jam

I see shit the average nigga don't see
I bang Brazil broads under the palm tree
Just convinced her to skip town, just her and me
Hit the P and bank, exchange my currency

Now my flight leaves at 9, I can't be late
Got a big dollar date somewhere back in the States
M I A, yo, Or Cuban Bistro
Feel the wind blow from the seashore

Six hour flight back to the West coast
Somewhere swank where Tyra Banks gettin’ close
Or Eva Pickford, I really dig her
I got some nerve to take this picture

I'm just living the life of a young baller, shot caller
Dope rider, don't mind me, I'm just doin’ my thang
Living the life of a go-getter, no-quitter
Gotta get to the money, get money, money, hey

Living the life, living the life
Living the life, living the life
I'ma live every day like a holiday
Gotta get to the money, get, get to the money

Hey, you don't have to like what I do
I'ma do me and you do you
I say that you don't have to like the way I ride
I'm a G and I gets mine

Yeah, I can't lie, man, I done seen amazin’ places
Amazin’ broads with amazin’ faces
Persuade them to do things, I make 'em taste it
Baby, let's rinse off, we bathin’ naked

Time to change clothes, we bathin’ ape it
And this lavish lifestyle, I can't escape it
No paper trail, the Feds can't trace it
Blow a couple of hundred thou' around the world, let's make it

And you don't have to like what I do
I'ma do me and you do you
I say that you don't have to like the way I ride
I'm a G and I gets mine

I'm just living the life of a young baller, shot caller
Dope rider, don't mind me, I'm just doin’ my thang
Living the life of a go-getter, no-quitter
Gotta get to the money, get money, money, hey

Living the life, living the life
Living the life, living the life
I'ma live every day like a holiday
Gotta get to the money, get, get to the money

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Yung Joc - .· Knock It Out Lyrics

Knock It Out Lyrics - Yung Joc

[CHORUS X2]
Yea, I been there
I done that
Knock the pussy out, now she running back
So I knock the pussy out
Knock it out, knock it out
I knock the pussy out
Knock it out, knock it out

[VERSE ONE]
First thing first, I like all kinda hoes
Some go to spellman, some dance with no clothes
Mama name me Joc 'cause I do the damn thang
When I throw the dick they come back like boomerangs
Beat the pussy up like a ole beat machine
Oop, there it is, bring a friend, tag team
Then I beat 'em up like the woofers in my vert
I give her tylenol 'cause she say her jaws hurt
Need a chick like Trina, make her dreams come true
Baby when I cum, guarantee you cum too
And like Three 6, the dick hypnotize minds
I put that on my mama baby if you think I'm lyin'
Lil mama I'mma (beat it up)
All night I'mma (beat it up)
That mouth, I'mma (beat it up)
That back, I'mma (beat it up)
That's right I've...

[CHORUS X2]
I been there
I done that
Knock the pussy out, now she running back
So I knock the pussy out
Knock it out, knock it out
I knock the pussy out
Knock it out, knock it out

[VERSE TWO]
1 + 1, then that equals two
Bitches on deck, One for me and one for you
Just the way I like em, straight A-Town
Meet me in the room, guarantee it go down
Yea, your baby daddy mad, you woulda spilled the beans
Don't get mad 'cause she on my drill team
I turn virgins into sex fiends
I turn nightmares into wet dreams
Make her jukebox wet, make her think she on her cycle
Hit her from the back, then I grab her by the micros
Make her touch her toes 'til her knees turn weak
Neighbors complain 'cause they say they can't sleep
Lil mama I'mma (beat it up)
All night I'mma (beat it up)
That mouth, I'mma (beat it up)
That back, I'mma (beat it up)
That's right I've...

[CHORUS X2]
I been there
I done that
Knock the pussy out, now she running back
So I knock the pussy out
Knock it out, knock it out
I knock the pussy out
Knock it out, knock it out

[VERSE THREE]
When it's time for round three, strap on another glove
T.K.O, now the hoe all in love
She love to call me tyson when I nibble on her ear
I hit her wit a combo, now she call me Holyfield
I know it sounds vulgar but that's the way she like it
Got the worlds biggest (shhh), don't matter, just don't bite it
No I'm not conceited but see I keep it trill
Playboyz shout it, Mr Black an decker drill
If you girl say my name please don't take offense
Have 'em bent like this, suckin' on some gangsta shit
Now I don't think it's worth if if you really want the truth
'Cause this present time she givin' brain in the booth
Lil mama I'mma (beat it up)
All night I'mma (beat it up)
That mouth, I'mma (beat it up)
That back, I'mma (beat it up)
That's right I've...

[CHORUS X2]
I been there
I done that
Knock the pussy out, now she running back
So I knock the pussy out
Knock it out, knock it out
I knock the pussy out
Knock it out, knock it out

[REPEAT X2]
Lil mama I'mma (beat it up)
All night I'mma (beat it up)
That mouth, I'mma (beat it up)
That back, I'mma (beat it up)
That's right I've...

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Yung Joc - .· Jockin Lyrics

Jockin Lyrics - Yung Joc

There it is
i'm not tryna be funni or nuthin
but they sure is jockin

{Chorus}
they keep jockin
they keep jockin
this i kno (say wuh)
this i kno (what cha doin shawty)
i gets money on da low
im choppin 24's
im known 2 cut ya hoe
so i need 2 let u kno
dont hate me(come on now)
dont hate me(and there it is)

{Verse 1}
all flavor bapes
joc laced the first
jolly rancher verse
wrist watch starburst
u need a couple stacks come n get it cash money
u call dat ballin well shawty das gas money
claim u da weight man
nah i dont buy it
if i get knocked da whole block go on a diet
ya baby momma luv me
ya baby sista like me
if u say my name watch dem hoes get excited
aint my fault they cant help it if dey blush (blush)
im not Omarion but they wanna be touched (touched)
and it dont matter were n da house or n my car

{Chorus}
they keep jockin
they keep jockin
this i kno (say wuh)
this i kno (what cha doin shawty)
i gets money on da low
im choppin 24's
im known 2 cut ya hoe
so i need 2 let u kno
dont hate me(come on now)
dont hate me(and there it is)
{Verse-2}
a doller 50 on da kicks
i like nice shit
ask the price tag
on my swag, priceless
i keep a semi-auto
i could drop ya top wit it
so dont make me snap
ill make u lean n rock wit it
dress 2 impress
fly like the birds
open up da zip
now tha whip smell like purp
new joc city beatin through ya fifteens
alpine amps push button flip screens
nigga watch the ashes
don't burn the seats
candy on the classic
ya holla trick-or-treat
ya niggas got jokes
so they call me jock strap
but if a nigga think i'm slow
you betta tell em' joc's strapped

{Chorus}
they keep jockin
they keep jockin
this i kno (say wuh)
this i kno (what cha doin shawty)
i gets money on da low
im choppin 24's
im known 2 cut ya hoe
so i need 2 let u kno
dont hate me(come on now)
dont hate me(and there it is)

{Verse 3}
i'm often by the tap
i do this just for fun
it's dark when i enter,
when i leave break of dawn
don't wanna gucci shades
block rays from the sun
call in sick,
cause ya days just begun
pineapple juice, it approve bacardi rum
liquor on my breath
so i keep a pack of gum
i keep the hemi cocked,
so ya know it's not on safe
partna don't hate,
ya minds a terrible thing to waste
block got the keys to the sweet
i'm on the way
darlin got that hoochie poppin,
coochie givin face
5,4,3,2,1 it's a rap
check the sound scan
i'm on fire like the trap

{Chorus}
they keep jockin
they keep jockin
this i kno (say wuh)
this i kno (what cha doin shawty)
i gets money on da low
im choppin 24's
im known 2 cut ya hoe
so i need 2 let u kno
dont hate me(come on now)
dont hate me(and there it is)

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Yung Joc - .· It's Goin' Down Lyrics

It's Goin' Down Lyrics - Yung Joc

[Lil Boi]
This a nitty beat (boing)

[Nitty]
Here we go again
Ghettoville U.S.A. (uh Oh)
You know I got by the name nitty right (uh huh)
I gotta introduce you to another motherfucker out my squad right (who dis nigga mane)
Dis nigga go by the name of jock (jock?)
He resides in collegepark (collegepark cp)
But for right now what we gotta do for y'all (what we gonna do)
We gotta give y'all a hit (huh)

[Verse 1]
Niggaz in my face
Damn near er' day
Askin a million questions like
Jock where ya stay
Tell 'em collegepark
Where they chop cars
Eat 20 grand spend a grand at the bar
Jest bought a zone jays on my feet
I'm on that patron so get like me
69 cutlass wit the bucket seat
Beat in my trunk bought it just for the freaks
Catch me in the hood posted at the sto
Pistol in my lap on the phone countin dough
If a girl choose let her do her thang
Just like her mama nice ass, nice brain
Er'body love me I'm so fly
Niggaz throw the duces er'time I ride by
I know ya wonder why
I'm so cool
Don't ask me just do what cha do (ok)

[Chorus: repeat 2X]
Meet me in the trap it's goin down
Meet me in the mall it's goin down
Meet me in the club it's goin down
Any where ya meet me guaranteed to go down

[verse 2]
Verse numba 2 do the damn thang
Cubes on my neck pockets full of ben frank
When I'm in the mall hoes just pause
I pop a few tags give me that on the wall
Time to flip the work make the block bump
Boys from the hood call me black Donald Trump
Dope boi magic seven days a week
Numba one record long as nitty on the beat
Oh I thank they like me betta yet I know
Lights camera action when I walk through the door
Niggaz know my crew we certified stars
Valet in the front 'bout 35 cars
Bitches in the back
Black beamer coups
Girls like girls time to recruit
If ya got a problem say it to my face
We can knuckle up any time any place

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
Time to set it off let these nigga know
Have ya every seen a Chevy wit the butterfly doors?
I ride real slow no need to speed
Gotta make sure ya see the buckets on my feet
Feds on my trail but they don't thank I know
I keep my hands clean cuz I never touch dope
Every time I see 'em look 'em in the eye
Ask 'em how I know it's me surprise!
Put it in the air rep where ya stay
Take a step back blow the kush in they face
Stuntin is a habit let 'em see the karats
I'ma make it rain nigga I ain't scared to share it

[Chorus]

[Outro]
Yung Joc...
Nitty strikes again
This a Nitty beat
Playmaker
So So Def motherfucker

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Yung Joc - .· I'm Him Lyrics

I'm Him Lyrics - Yung Joc

[Chorus x2]
Ever seen a do or die, ride or die nigga (I'm him)
Ever seenn a nigga flip a pie quicka (I'm him)
Have ya ever seen a young, fly nigga (well I'm Him)
Have ya ever (I'm him)
Have Ya ever (I'm him)

I'm a grown man,lil boy get gone, dis is my life,my hustle,my song.
Is ya mad, Ima mastermind, hit ya wit da 4-5 leave ya ass absent mind. me a fuck boy?
Dats absent mind, aint nan notha chevy out here fast as mine.
26 no inh wit da Alpine, I meet a bitch, break a bitch in my past time.
Im da truth dog, dats my word, Do ya self a favor, don't get served.
And if ya got questions dis da business,Stay on top of ya competition.
If ya work good, jus hold out.
So, when da drowt come erybody sold out. dats when ya doulbe up den watch it bounce back.
Do dat again times 10 den ya count dat.

[Chorus x2]

In 88' I took ya Jays and ya bomber coat.
Now days it's ya jays and bomber coke.
Yall cats turn gangsta on pro toons, Ima professional gangsta wit pro toons.
Ya got beef? Whoa man, ta me u as soft as a woman.
Bitches will never know how i get mine, when I put her on da track better get mine.
Yeah, dats how it's done round here, quiet as kept nigga Im da Don round here.
Now check my rapsheet, I aint a convict,
Go jail get rite out, aint dat Don shit.

[Chorus x2]

I know a lot of cats, real hood niggas.
Some kill, some steal, some good niggas.
But dey will never be quite like me, I love da mighty dollar dat excites me.
Yung J-O-C come see me. I got heat see it up close,3-D.
I give ya brain freeze, Im so raw.
Like coke turn ya cabbage into cole slaw.
Squeeze tricks, split ya wig ike a mohawk.
Ya brought it on yaself,
Its yo fault.
Now erybody on da block know who did it, but uhh where ya body and da dope?
Man i hide it.

[Chorus x2]

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Yung Joc - .· I'm A G Lyrics

I'm A G Lyrics - Yung Joc

(Feat. Bun B, Young Dro)

[INTRO (Yung Joc)]
Is that right?
Block
Hustlenomic$
BNT ho!
A G is what a G does bay, my momma told me dat
BNT ho!
Dro, Bun-B, Yung Joc... let's go

[Chorus]
I'm the seventh letter of the alphabet (I'm a G)
And in my pocket there ain't ever nothin less
And if your bitch f**k me she f**ked the rest
Cuz I'm a A B C D E F G

[Verse 1: Yung Joc]
You can catch me in the A
Check my DNA
What can I say? I'm a G 100% all da way
The block on lock, jet like the chain gang
The hustlenomic$ piece back and forth when the chain swang
I'm blowin' grandaddy just so I can maintain
I'm a G and I'll tell ya bitch da same thang
Middle finga to ya pussies, nigga no shame
'77 Chevelle, same color cocaine
And I a true balla n G playin in da deck
Out with the young'ns nigga, get money and respect
You in that name droppin' get u and yo mans wet
Nigga I'm a G now who the f**k u think u playin wit?

[Chorus x2]
I'm the seventh letter of the alphabet (I'm a G)
And in my pocket there ain't ever nothin less
And if your bitch f**k me she f**ked the rest
Cuz I'm a A B C D E F G

[Verse 2: Young Dro]
Aiyyo, pull up on the scene
Bitch I'm cleaner than chlorine
Rocks stop comin I'll probably sell codeine
Shoot a nigga ear off from up tha street, no beam
Work for my cousin down in Florida name Dorien

All I want is some more cream, my wrist on jack frost
Tell em again they see it man my wrist on jack frost
I ain't gotta say how much the motha f**kin 'bach cost
30" Ashantis on the Escalade 'lac cost
Bitch I'm from the projects you can't miss me wit dat rap talk
Catch me out on Simpson road tearin' up da asphault
Took alota cash and bought
Jewelry, scurse(excuse) me
Eights on da donk make it hard to steerin wheel
Swingin' on dem niggas, swear I got da fists of fury
Trappin at da hotel, you can catch me at the jewlery
A general and surely man I seem pearly
I got this shit locked, tell mom don't worry

[Chorus x2]
I'm the seventh letter of the alphabet (I'm a G)
And in my pocket there ain't ever nothin less
And if your bitch f**k me she f**ked the rest
Cuz I'm a A B C D E F G

[Verse 3: Bun-B]
You see me hop out of a '08 somethin' on 24's
Rockin' in newest da newest earrings, next seasons clothes
I guess that's the reason ho's stop drop tuck and roll
Like an inferno they turn over and suck a pole
I'm so f**kin' cold I give a polar bear frost bite
You see my jewelry, you know what it cost right?
You see my jewelry, it's bigger than your arm so
No tryin' foolery and you won't see the palm blow
Me da bomb ho, yung joc got da work, I need some hydro smoke and dro got da purp
Let me hear dem on da church and orchestra ronde vu
We meet some boppas, bottles, and don't forget the bumpin too
Yeah, you know who's keepin it trilla
Just name any thug, gangsta, soul-ja, Or guerilla
I'll snatch him up by his shouldas and strip off his strips
Cuz when you trill you don't trip off da height, that ain't my type

[Chorus x3]
I'm the seventh letter of the alphabet (I'm a G)
And in my pocket there ain't ever nothin less
And if your bitch f**k me she f**ked the rest
Cuz I'm a A B C D E F G

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Yung Joc - .· I Know You See It Lyrics

I Know You See It Lyrics - Yung Joc

Inny meeny minny (minny) mo (mo)
How many bitches from the club won't go
I know you see it (see it), I know you see it
I'm like inny meeny minny mo (mo)
How many niggas in the club won't go
I know you see it (I know you see it), I know you see it (I know you see it)

Now you can call me tipdrill (drill), playing my song (song)
Throw a couple ones, then she throw away her thong (thong)
When she bust it open, take a picture with my phone (with my phone)
She love my cologne, I call it perk body zone (body zone)
Now she pussy poppin', it's goin' down (it's goin' down)
Slap the waitress on the booty, tell her "get another round" (another round)
And when I make it rain, money all over the ground (the ground)
Fresh force ones, Sean John button down (button down)
And then I'm like "oh (oh) boy (boy), a clique fulla stars (stars)"
Big four fifth, big dick, and big cars
At the end of the day, when it's all said and done (done)
I need four freaks 'cause I need more than one (one)

[Chorus:]
Inny meeny minny (minny) mo (mo)
How many bitches from the club won't go
I know you see it (I know you see it), I know you see it (I know you see it)
I'm like bim (bim) bam (bam), I know you want some (some)
She chewing on the dick like a piece of bubble yum
I know you see it (I know you see it), I know you see it (see it)

I'm like inny meeny minny mo
How many niggas in the club won't go
I know you see it (I know you see it), I know you see it (I know you see it)
I'm like bim bam (bam), I know you want some (some)
You chewing on the pussy like a piece of bubble yum
I know you see it (I know you see it), I know you see it (I know you see it)

I ain't never been the type to show off in the club (club)
Real laid back poppin' plenty bottles of (of)
Bub, don't smoke but I got much perk (perk)
Get that nigga real high, make him slurp it then burp (hey)
Could you be a groupie? I hear you singin' my song (song)
Like I see you, lemme feel your tongue (lemme feel your tongue)
It's T, miss B nigga, let me get you laced (laced)
Take a step back, blow the pussy in ya face
I ain't talking cush nigga, I'm talking a rat race
So many to choose from, give 'em all a little taste
Gotta house fulla pussy, the madam of hip hop
My bitches are superstars, so gushy you need a mop
Yea

[Chorus:]
Inny meeny minny mo (mo)
How many bitches from the club won't go
I know you see it (see it), I know you see it
I'm like bim (bim ) bam (bam), I know you want some (some)
She chewing on the dick like a piece of bubble yum
I know you see it (see it), I know you see it (see it)

I'm like inny meeny minny (minny) mo (mo)
How many niggas in the club won't go
I know you see it (I know you see it), I know you see it (I know you see it)
I'm like bim (bim) bam (bam), I know you want some (some)
You chewing on the pussy like a piece of bubble yum
I know you see it (I know you see it), I know you see it (I know you see it)

I got stacks on deck, snowflakes on my neck
New J's on my feet, make my outfit complete
I know you see it (see it), I know you see it
I got stacks on deck, niggas love my flow
Got a Mohawk blowin', air forces that glow
I know you see it (see it), I know you see it

Inny meeny minny (minny) mo (mo)
How many bitches from the club won't go
I know you see it (see it), I know you see it
I'm like bim (bim) bam (bam), I know you want some (some)
She chewing on the dick like a piece of bubble yum
I know you see it (see it), I know you see it (see it)

I'm like inny (inny) meeny (meeny) mo (mo)
How many niggas in the club won't go
I know you see it (I know you see it), I know you see it (I know you see it)

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Yung Joc - .· Hustlenomic$ Lyrics

Hustlenomic$ Lyrics - Yung Joc

[Yung Joc]
Alright boys and girls
You finally made it to the end of the album
I hope you learned somethin
But the best is yet to come
(WELCOME TO HUSTLENOMIC$)

[Chorus One: Yung Joc]
Who would've imagined that life would be so good nigga; now I'm on
Cause I'm tired of all the games nigga; now I'm grown
Tell you what the game's missing; right from wrong
Respect game young nigga, tell them haters so long

[Yung Joc]
You can call me Malcolm X, I hustle by any means
Take the blow, break it down, weigh it on triple beams
I'll cook it, I'll whip it, I'll ship it, I'll flip it
I'll rock 'til the motherfuckin feds come knockin
The owner of the hand, I can be the middleman
Best if you don't know the man, I just tax an extra grand
I get you what'cha want we call that captain and the booker
Hustlenomic$ yeah I'll chop you one, I got it if you want it
I'm from the slums, and the sticks, turned crumbs, into bricks
Got a bum, full of knicks, gun full of hollow tips
And where I'm from we shared everything, we called it hand-me-downs
I implemented Hustlenomic$, pimp look at me now

[Chorus One]

[Chorus Two: Yung Joc]
I can show you how to hustle, show you how to hustle
Let me show you how to hustle (WELCOME TO HUSTLENOMIC$~!)
Let me show you how to hustle, show you how to hustle
I can show you how to hustle nigga (WELCOME TO HUSTLENOMIC$)

Grab a number two pencil cause I'm 'bout to test niggaz
This game about to drop, shit I'm 'bout to bless niggaz
I tell 'em no cheating's allowed, eyes on your test nigga
I graduated with honors cause see I was the best nigga
Two plus two don't equal fo' in my world
Seventeen five get your ass thirty-six o's of that girl
Okay class let's settle down (shhh) you better pay attention
Cause I bet the class clown end up in federal detention
And when I say detention I ain't talkin after school
Cause if you're slippin on your pimpin you'll be rockin county blues
Quit trickin on these hoes, man they guaranteed to choose
Stop trigger your re-up or you're guaranteed to lose
Guarantee you slicker with your hustle, do it like the mob do
Learn to talk in code, learn to keep the law up off you
Cause you niggaz keep snitchin, and hoes keep talkin
Either they throw away the ki' or they gon' put you in a coffin

[Chorus One + Chorus Two]

[Yung Joc]
Hahahahahaha
If you made it to this portion of the album
Give yourselves a round of applause man
I wanna say thank you personally from the bottom of my heart
For takin the time, to ride with me nigga
To wake up to this shit, to go to sleep to this shit
To thug to this shit, to get money to this shit nigga
Hustlenomic$ is what it is
It's not a campaign for motherfuckin attention
This is what I do
Like I said, if you listen to this shit
Apparently what you do nigga, get money, Block E-N-T~! [echoes]

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Yung Joc - .· Hell Yeah Lyrics

Hell Yeah Lyrics - Yung Joc

(feat. Diddy)

[ad libs for the first 28 seconds as a machine counts money]

[Chorus: Yung Joc]
Shorty what the mood is, stacks on deck (hell yeah)
Is that your life savings hangin 'round your neck (hell yeah)
You put some shoes on that old school 'llac (hell yeah)
Is you my nigga 'til they take your last breath (hell yeah)
Any kind I'm wit'cha way, wit'cha way I'm wit'cha (hell yeah)
Any kind I'm wit'cha way, wit'cha way I'm wit'cha (hell yeah)
Any kind I'm wit'cha way, wit'cha way I'm wit'cha (hell yeah)
Any kind I'm wit'cha way, wit'cha way I'm wit'cha

[Yung Joc]
Ay look, ay, Yung J-O-C now

E'rybody, know me, better believe I'm O.G.
Back back, gimme fo' feet, fo' the iron leave you with a slow leak
Slow creep through yo' neighborhood, black SS with the gator and the wood
350 big block under my hood, crack my window - smell that good
Wipe it down - I wish you would, bite my style - you wish you could
On my town - I rep my hood, 'til they lay me down - it's understood
Oh yes I ride for my homies, I die for my homies
I lost a couple loved, yeah I cry for my homies
Big guap' on deck, crack rocks on my neck
Patron shots up next, make it rain, leave 'em wet
What I got ay you can get it pimp, tell me what's the bid'ness pimp
Crush the cake then make it flip, then be shoppin on the Imp
If you think I'm lyin then my name ain't Joc
The hustle gotta hollerate cause I ain't gon' stop
Yeah I play my cards well but this ain't poker, I ain't bluffin
And if you thug it like I thug it then I got one question

[Chorus]

[Yung Joc]
Oh yeah my swagger kill 'em, call me Belligi{?} Williams
Don't let the smooth taste fool ya, J so sick need penicillin
I love the streets boi, I fuck with D boy
Whole lot of money off in these streets so pull up a seat let's eat boy
Haters gon' have plenty to say, long as pennies off in my safe
So don't make me retaliate, AK spray every kinda which-a-way (BRRRRAP~!)
I do shit you never seen befo', all my clothes next season hoe
All my whips the cleanest yo, if you ain't gon' ball what you breathin fo'
From hood to hood my name good, Cartier lens, frame wood
Your bitch a 10, the brains good (I love this song) I knew you would
Real recognize real, dawg that's just how I feel
I got nuttin but love to give, On everything that's how I live

[Chorus]

[Diddy]
Aiyyo Joc, lemme get some of this man!
C'mon check this out

Okay I live it, I done it, Oh yeah that's Hustlenomic$
The ice, the clothes, leave hoes astonished
I know, you see it, think twice to believe it
Dope boy, magic, got my pinky gleaming
Give you the shoes off my feet, shirt off my back
The blueprint to these streets, show you how to make that paper stack
C'mon (hell yeah) I'm there for real (hell yeah) I'm super chill
(Hell yeah) If you need a tip I'm right here (LET'S GO~!)

[Chorus]

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