Lirik Lagu Fire - Joe Budden
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[Intro: Joe Budden]Let me just make this statementLoud and clear - Jersey's hereSome dude's got problems wit meOver there - I ain't scaredSome people see me creepThey mack all type - that's alrightYou know I slurp my drinkI'm clipped inside - kids aight (Just Blaze!)
[Verse: Joe Budden]Yes y'all it's the one and only (what else?)And I came to have fun, here homie (what else?)And I came wit a ton of money (but!)Don't get it twisted the gun is on me (now)This chick's wit her man frontin on meI'll holla at her when she done wit homieCause, Jump Off I got a ton of grown freaksOne named Tasha, one named MoniqueOne's diva'd out, keep her make-up tightShe got her good heels on wit her Jacob iceAnd ma love to club, so she stay up niceAnd she give me brains just the way I like!One's real ghetto, don't give a reasonShe knows I'm not her man, she don't riff bout cheatingJoey only go to her crib on weekendsReal real late when the kids are sleeping'Tis the season, no more BS musicWatch and learn, see us do thisGeeks here's new shitPlayboy I keep exclusives to make dudes see less units (c'mon!)
[Chorus: Busta Rhymes]Can't stop won't stopRock it to the rhythmCause we - ah get downCause we - ah get downCause we - ah get downJoe Budden, Busta BusCause we - ah get downAnd we seeing thatThere's some hoes in this houseThere's some hoes in this houseLight that 'dro in tha houseSmoke that 'dro in tha houseBring that doe in this houseBring that doe in this houseWhere dem hoes in this house?Where dem hoes in this house?Where my niggas at?
[Verse: Busta Rhymes]Guess who's coming?It be the God of the flowsIt be the God of the spittingIt be the God of the blowsYou'll be black and blue up your shitAnd probably swell up your noseLotta bitches love when I spit so let me dazzle you hoesLet me prazzle your head, do and skidattle wit JoeAnd get a stack of that money and get a stack of the 'droBetter back it up money before they crack through the domeI got a pack of them niggas that leave a crack in yo skullHOLD UP!! ... see I ain't finished wit y'allBefore I diminish let me handle my business wit y'allWatching you niggas, you shook! all you looking all nervousMaybach infront the club, parked crooked on purposeNow ladies my Mercedes MaybachProbably hold six in the back and three if ya fatProbably hold more in the back if they sit on the lapI gotta go and move to the party to see where it's at
[Chorus]
[Bridge: Joe Budden]Let me just make this statementLoud and clear - Jersey's hereSome dude's got problems wit meOver there - I ain't scaredSome people see me creepThey mack all type - that's alrightYou know I slurp my drinkI'm clipped inside - kids aight
[Verse: Joe Budden]Yes yes y'all who ain't believe me?Don't be fooled it ain't this easyAll y'all so 'n so's shamed, that cheesyYou wonder why people don't go and spend they change on a weekly(But) Who's fly in rap? I in factBy myself, no one behind the attackAnd fuck Sound Scan, I ain't BUYING thatCause y'all sell em to the stores then buy 'em backNow one hot storm, we'll fly and rapIf the rest of you provide is wackI see creativity dying fastI'm glad producers charge so high for they tracks (tell em why though)Now they do it all, you just applying the rapHonestly now, it's not the economy's downNow rap dudes suck they own pee holeThe wacker the music the bigger the egoFans left suffering, gasping!And it's embarassing! Jump Off I'm the aspirinI'm still hungry, I'm still fastingY'all fade out, I'm just getting it cracking
[Chorus]
[Outro]Whoo! [repeat to fade]
[Verse: Joe Budden]Yes y'all it's the one and only (what else?)And I came to have fun, here homie (what else?)And I came wit a ton of money (but!)Don't get it twisted the gun is on me (now)This chick's wit her man frontin on meI'll holla at her when she done wit homieCause, Jump Off I got a ton of grown freaksOne named Tasha, one named MoniqueOne's diva'd out, keep her make-up tightShe got her good heels on wit her Jacob iceAnd ma love to club, so she stay up niceAnd she give me brains just the way I like!One's real ghetto, don't give a reasonShe knows I'm not her man, she don't riff bout cheatingJoey only go to her crib on weekendsReal real late when the kids are sleeping'Tis the season, no more BS musicWatch and learn, see us do thisGeeks here's new shitPlayboy I keep exclusives to make dudes see less units (c'mon!)
[Chorus: Busta Rhymes]Can't stop won't stopRock it to the rhythmCause we - ah get downCause we - ah get downCause we - ah get downJoe Budden, Busta BusCause we - ah get downAnd we seeing thatThere's some hoes in this houseThere's some hoes in this houseLight that 'dro in tha houseSmoke that 'dro in tha houseBring that doe in this houseBring that doe in this houseWhere dem hoes in this house?Where dem hoes in this house?Where my niggas at?
[Verse: Busta Rhymes]Guess who's coming?It be the God of the flowsIt be the God of the spittingIt be the God of the blowsYou'll be black and blue up your shitAnd probably swell up your noseLotta bitches love when I spit so let me dazzle you hoesLet me prazzle your head, do and skidattle wit JoeAnd get a stack of that money and get a stack of the 'droBetter back it up money before they crack through the domeI got a pack of them niggas that leave a crack in yo skullHOLD UP!! ... see I ain't finished wit y'allBefore I diminish let me handle my business wit y'allWatching you niggas, you shook! all you looking all nervousMaybach infront the club, parked crooked on purposeNow ladies my Mercedes MaybachProbably hold six in the back and three if ya fatProbably hold more in the back if they sit on the lapI gotta go and move to the party to see where it's at
[Chorus]
[Bridge: Joe Budden]Let me just make this statementLoud and clear - Jersey's hereSome dude's got problems wit meOver there - I ain't scaredSome people see me creepThey mack all type - that's alrightYou know I slurp my drinkI'm clipped inside - kids aight
[Verse: Joe Budden]Yes yes y'all who ain't believe me?Don't be fooled it ain't this easyAll y'all so 'n so's shamed, that cheesyYou wonder why people don't go and spend they change on a weekly(But) Who's fly in rap? I in factBy myself, no one behind the attackAnd fuck Sound Scan, I ain't BUYING thatCause y'all sell em to the stores then buy 'em backNow one hot storm, we'll fly and rapIf the rest of you provide is wackI see creativity dying fastI'm glad producers charge so high for they tracks (tell em why though)Now they do it all, you just applying the rapHonestly now, it's not the economy's downNow rap dudes suck they own pee holeThe wacker the music the bigger the egoFans left suffering, gasping!And it's embarassing! Jump Off I'm the aspirinI'm still hungry, I'm still fastingY'all fade out, I'm just getting it cracking
[Chorus]
[Outro]Whoo! [repeat to fade]
