- J-Live Do That $#!% 歌詞
- J-Live
- Yo Im just shooting the breeze with carbon dioxide
That needs to be bottled and sold
So you can lo and behold
Or would you hold it below
Cmon let go and be high
You cant deny the words Im flipping make you reach for the sky
You hear the cadence that Im kicking while Im walking the street
I write rhymes just so I can go (clear throat) on beat
You thinks its so damn gully dont you ***** come here
You just a frightened little kid 4 steps from a bid
But let me tell you now your talking to a grown ass man
I put some ** ** in your head to fill your stomach to head
You dont believe me well its taken me from here to Japan
Thats why Im laughing to the bank without a getaway van
You worrying about your ice and want your shorty to see
The only ice that I need is in my L I Tea
I keep my Hennessey straight
So skip the fantasy plan
Thats why you get up and go
Thats ** ** just got up and ran
You steady worrying bout your cry-stal
Sean John pis-tol
Meanwhile
The real style
(Long gone?)(Nah)
Miss-trial
Guilty of the ********
Innocent of killing it
Even all your Fronting, Fake, Phoney Friends are feeling it
Whats the matter with your life?
Strange you got something to talk about
That you already know about
And walk about
Get some
Feel good about it
Write it down
Think it over
Then shout it out
How that sound?
Yo if it sound like we talking to you
I really think you want to do that **** (c'mon do that ****)
And if you know on what we saying is true
You better act like you knew that **** (cmon do that ****)
Put some action on paper now (do that ****)
Go ahead and be yourself child (do that ****)
Dont be afraid to use your own style (do that ****)
Come on do that ****
Come on do that ****
Now everybody want heaven but nobody want death
**** a lot you kids wouldnt even settle for injured
So why you frontin like you want drama see that **** aint fly
You need to spend a couple nights with a drama queen
And did you ever seen a crack baby
How bout a 30-year -old woman strung out into a little old lady
You see some of these folks that gotta live in these streets today
Either shot up, smoked, or sniffed their life away
Yeah, you wanna talk about your triple beam dream
Its ironic cause you pass eight-grade maths
You dont know the half, third, fourth or fifth
Aint old enough to drive talking about you pushing a six
And frontin like you gotta watch for the narks
You gotta watch for your momma when your ass aint home by dark
You gotta watch for your birthday
And wrote a half a album worth of rhymes like you little weez little *** ** please
Watch these, watch those fly by night MCs
Biting Jay-Zs flow, go with the breeze
I beseech you, get your own flow so when you blow up
You wont make the real heads wanna throw up
Yo if it sound like we talking to you
I really think you want to do that **** (cmon do that ****)
Andif you know on what we saying is true
You better act like you knew that **** (cmon do that ****)
Put some action on paper now (do that ****)
Go ahead and be yourself child (do that ****)
Dont be afraid to use your own style (do that ****)
Come on do that ****
Come on do that ****
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