Lirik Lagu Connect 4 - Joe Budden
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[Intro: Young Chris]Yeah... uh, C. WestWe do this, Joe BuddenYeah, young Chris, what, what?Yeah, uh
[Young Chris]To the heart of North Philadelph, pour my spirit and fleshGive me the crown, watch me wear it the best, I ain't hearin the restLong gone, dancin with bigger fish hereFish scale advances for glitter wristwearCh-chea, motherfucker this year Chris hereHomie the strong's so vital, survival of the fits hereAin't shit sweet y'all, life about a bitch yeahSay I drive her crazy though I ride that hoe fifth gearTalk so much poverty cause I live hereTalk facility cause my family's doin a bid thereYou ain't rappin or ballin, we got our hustle outThat's what a thug about, anything to get the fuck up outthe ghetto, dodge the devil, prolong my demiseGot a green sticky lah baby, 365
[Joe Budden]Hold up, a nigga went from lukewarm to hotScratch that, from coldest winter to hell's kitchenAside from predictable shots and shells spittinWouldn'ta even known it cause nothin felt differentE'rything dope in this game ain't on the radioThat proofs me, check the dames and the ratioBrain like fellatio, I mean it used to be cane like HoratioFuck you, pay me thoughLook for him, style in whatever I put onCome from where you give a wrong look and you would look wrongBroads off the hook for himBut I treat 'em like Subway, I give 'em 5 dollars and a FOOT longYoung niggaz take your vitaminsYour 28-inch rims higher than watchin me admirinJUMP OFF e'rything that they aspirin to beBut the bullshit gets tiresome to meSee, only one concern, gettin my bread rightHate to see you lose your (Life) over a websiteI'll feel (Sorry)Y'all'll only know what I show why Chris Brown and Rihanna that real storyOff puttin words together like (Scrabble)Build your (Monopoly), they just gon' attack youCan't (Pictionary) it, they gon' think it's (Taboo)When you get more, they can't (Connect) the (Four)
[Outro: Joe Budden]Dawg.. geah, Joey, ChrisYes Chad, I fuckin know the sound
[Young Chris]To the heart of North Philadelph, pour my spirit and fleshGive me the crown, watch me wear it the best, I ain't hearin the restLong gone, dancin with bigger fish hereFish scale advances for glitter wristwearCh-chea, motherfucker this year Chris hereHomie the strong's so vital, survival of the fits hereAin't shit sweet y'all, life about a bitch yeahSay I drive her crazy though I ride that hoe fifth gearTalk so much poverty cause I live hereTalk facility cause my family's doin a bid thereYou ain't rappin or ballin, we got our hustle outThat's what a thug about, anything to get the fuck up outthe ghetto, dodge the devil, prolong my demiseGot a green sticky lah baby, 365
[Joe Budden]Hold up, a nigga went from lukewarm to hotScratch that, from coldest winter to hell's kitchenAside from predictable shots and shells spittinWouldn'ta even known it cause nothin felt differentE'rything dope in this game ain't on the radioThat proofs me, check the dames and the ratioBrain like fellatio, I mean it used to be cane like HoratioFuck you, pay me thoughLook for him, style in whatever I put onCome from where you give a wrong look and you would look wrongBroads off the hook for himBut I treat 'em like Subway, I give 'em 5 dollars and a FOOT longYoung niggaz take your vitaminsYour 28-inch rims higher than watchin me admirinJUMP OFF e'rything that they aspirin to beBut the bullshit gets tiresome to meSee, only one concern, gettin my bread rightHate to see you lose your (Life) over a websiteI'll feel (Sorry)Y'all'll only know what I show why Chris Brown and Rihanna that real storyOff puttin words together like (Scrabble)Build your (Monopoly), they just gon' attack youCan't (Pictionary) it, they gon' think it's (Taboo)When you get more, they can't (Connect) the (Four)
[Outro: Joe Budden]Dawg.. geah, Joey, ChrisYes Chad, I fuckin know the sound
