Joke's On You

(album: The Cold Corner 2 - 2011)

I have a certain amount of time allotted for DAILY PRACTICE!
You know this! Yet you consistently overlook my program
I get the times mixed up
Hmm
Everything with you is so damn regulated
A certain time to do this... a certain time to do that
Everything's on a schedule, a time table!
Let me explain something to you!
Life is short... Okay? I need it like this to do the things I gotta do, I like order
Order's fine,.. but you're ridiculous!
What do you want?
I want a man who knows what he wants... decisive!
You don't know what you want!
Make up your mind, to be a man, and don't be wishy-washy on me!
Hmm
I know what I want: my music. Everything else is secondary!
I knew you would say that
Then why did you ask?

Yeah!
I'm just tryna do my thing, you know?
Do yours!
X me out all the bullshit

I'm on the move every night (uh!)
You know I ain't living right
And you wanna be the wifey (wifey...)
So it's hurting you to like me (like me...)
And it's killing you to love (uh!)
Chatter gets to you 'cause you always in the club (uh-huh!)
I ain't tryna cuddle up, girl you gotta go home
Don't get me outta my zone, stop calling my phone (uh!)
Save the crying for the dummy (dummy...)
I wake up both eyes on the motherfucking money (money...)

Uhh, you ain't really hurt, bitch, you been down this road before
Problem when lies surface (uh), bullshit you done heard and more
I tap the pen, let out the bullet, but I don't serve 'em raw (raw!)
The quickest way of trapping, I'm having, you have to go to court (daamn!)
Life long accident, one night of action got ya caught
Victim to their spot, now you're up to your knees in child support
But uh-uuuhh (uh-uh!) not me, I'm Rocky in a drop V
I'm top seed on it, word to Big and lil' Katif
Lambo' down the side streets
Same neighborhood as LL, Kool G. and Mobb Deep
'Pone and Nore' and fly sneaks (uh!)
Ghetto bitches, dime freaks, I'm just tryna fit in
Finally get my shit off so they mention my name with them (yeah!)
No Valentine, 'cause none of these ladies mine (nah!)
Not my girl, girl to be, fiancé or baby mom (mom!)
Brand new women to bring home, chains, watches and ring shown
Come into my reality, P.I.M.P. my ringtone (ringtone!)

I'm on the move every night (uh!)
You know I ain't living right
And you wanna be the wifey (wifey...)
So it's hurting you to like me (like me...)
And it's killing you to love (uh!)
Chatter gets to you 'cause you always in the club (uh-huh!)
I ain't tryna cuddle up, girl you gotta go home
Don't get me outta my zone, stop calling my phone (uh!)
Save the crying for the dummy (dummy...)
I wake up both eyes on the motherfucking money (money...)

How do you think I got to the money? Being stupid?! (Punk!)
You done fucked around and got yo' dumb ass in my music
I got new hoes for the day, fucking girls they all will pay
I'm guaranteed to score, like Jordan, the basketballer way
Lot of missed calling, ya boring, I'll be gone 'til autumn
Girls in no order, you can have 'em, I can't afford 'em (wooo!)
Don't pillow-talk, them broads ain't holding water
And they ain't' faithful either
Catch me in the nightclub pouring Rosé on her
Balls in a model hand, shine like a hologram
Orgies, a dime a dozen, clockwork like the dollar van (yeah!)
Barely like 'em, don't love 'em, showstoppers, exotic tans
Dancing while I judge 'em, I thug 'em all out way out in France (France!)
I ain't ya come up, chill and roll the blunt up (yeah!)
An hour later and one nut, then I'll hit cha back, nunchuck (uh!)
Hit the street when the sun's up, shitting now by the dump truck
Hold on, let me see what this bitch want.. WHAT?!

I'm on the move every night (uh!)
You know I ain't living right
And you wanna be the wifey (wifey...)
So it's hurting you to like me (like me...)
And it's killing you to love (uh!)
Chatter gets to you 'cause you always in the club (uh-huh!)
I ain't tryna cuddle up, girl you gotta go home
Don't get me outta my zone, stop calling my phone (uh!)
Save the crying for the dummy (dummy...)
I wake up both eyes on the motherfucking money (money...)