Joke's On You
(专辑: 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...)