lirik lagu jermaine dupri - your shit right
chorus x2(jd):
to all my b-tches in the spot lookin’ real fly
an’ all my n-gg-s wit the corner lock gettin’ high
an’ all my playas world wide it’s just you and i,
get ya paper, get ya dough, get ya sh-t right.
jd:
first off, ya’ll n-gg-s know i don’t slouch
an’ as a kid i done did the sh-t you talkin’ about
i’m from the south
ya heard? where n-gg-s fly birds outta impalas
live lavish from atl to dallas
an’ the little palace goin’ once, goin’ twice
everyday, livin’ nice in the grey wit the ice
makin’ money rollin’ dice
livin’ the life
that ya’ll dream of
puttin’ n-gg-s outta business like sony did to zenith
you seen us? the green stuff
an nuttin’ else that’s all i collect
i got the hots like the lox: money, power and respect
an’ i can d-mn the check that any of ya’ll n-gg-s spit
i stay hittin’
i ain’t bullsh-ttin'(he ain’t bullsh-ttin’)
n-gg- wit more glitter than m.j.
it’s all pimp play
when it comes to me
an’ ya’ll m-th-f-ckas know how jd gets down
an’ those who don’t it’s a new sheriff in town
feel me now
chorus x2
mad rapper:
yo, let me tell you where i’m at ya’ll
sh-ts kinda sad ya’ll
if you ride the buses or trains watch ya back ya’ll
who think he stallin?
i still ain’t ballin’
an’ i got wild bills
an’ the chronic keeps callin’
my dogs wanna hang(bark)
my b-tches wanna bang
but it don’t mean a thang
when all you got is change
that’s why my women ain’t dimes
not even close to nines
sorta like fives and sixes
wit scars and stiches
type of b-tches that spit in yo’ face like alomar
broke hoes without a car sn-tchin’ fruit from salad bars
which one of ya’ll come on, test me now
me not goin’ nowhere, you don’t impress me now
so next time you see me up in them clubs i’m probably schemin’
while you at the bar
brick hard and fiendin’
i wait for 4 o’clock when yo’ drunk -ss is leavin’
cause i paid to get in an’ now i gotta break even
chorus x2
dmx: n-gg-s goin’ to parties thousand dollar shoes and jewels
you be gets what i be wantin’ so i be bringin’ the tool
tryin’ to sn-tch up all that ice that you came in
an’ n-gg- d be flippin’, yeah, buddy , it’s the same sh-t
what you thought cause you bought a joint
you might be able to creep a n-gg-
when he ain’t on point
an’ i can see it in yo’ eyes that you comin’ closer than tryin’
an’ every step you take brings yo’ -ss closer to dyin
an’ i don’t flow wit the dough cause money comes and goes
gimme the love of my thugs
hoodrats and hoes
an’ i’m good
cause m-th-f-cka i’m stain’ in the hood
an’ i’m gon’ rip till i’m stiff like wood
you wishin’ that you could
keep it as real as me
an’ you gon’ know that the pain that you feel is me
when i get i’ll it be some next sh-t darkman
m-th-f-ckin x sh-t wreck sh-t for respect b-tch
chorus x4
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