Playlist J-kwon

j-kwon - get xxx d

Trek Boys
Woah Woah
You Heard The Name J-Kwon
Woah Woah
You Ain't Seen Me In A Minute
Woah Woah
Petey Pablo
Woah Woah
We Gettin XXX?D Man
Woah Woah
ebony eyes
Woah Woah
Y?all Ready
Woah Woah
Ima Run While Gettin Funds
Cuz you gettin none
Hit A Cop and then a Nun
Its All Wit A Gun
What Is Done Is What Is Done
Its all For The Fun
Somebody Said Cut Off Their Head Its Already Done
Yo Im back Wit Many Straps
Including many macs
Wit A Bat My clips On Im Bangin Wit That
Wur Its At Is Wur Its At
Don?t Wory Bout That
You A Solider Where A Soldier Relate To That
Now Im Marchin Down The Alleys eating Rally's
How Many Motha Fuckas That Try We Need A Tally
Now We Bluntin There Mind And Then We Outy
Rowdy They Step On The Bomb The bomb Outy
Doubt Me Ill Start The Shootin Up In The Denali
Try Kwon, Here Give A Bomb To Your Family
Met Your family Then They Start To Get Calm See
But Yo Ima Doin Any Way Why

(Chorus)
We Can Take It Thurr
We Can Handle That
We Can Take It Thurr
We Can Handle That
We Can Take It Thurr
We Can Handle That
We Can Take It Thurr
We Can Handle That
West Coast Get XXX?D
East Coast Get XXX?D eh
Mid?West Get XXX?D
Down South Get XXX?D
West Coast Get XXX?D
East Coast Get XXX?D
Mid?West Get XXX?D
Down South Get XXX?D

[Petey Pablo]
Come Take A Ride As We Roll Thru The Ghetto
But Keep Your Feet On The Pedal Cuz It Can Get Pretty Extreme In The Ghetto
Triple XXX Level No Hold Barred We Got Hood Captains & Lieutenants & Project Sergeants
Capable Of Pullin Your Car Bombin Your Car Grenades Through Your Windows
This Is all out war Take The Main Road Eerwhere We Go Every Time We Roll
Have Me Transportin Guns Stashed In The Truck Flow
Real Talk Dogg I Hit Real Hard One Swing Knock A Motha Fucka Block Slam Off
Hit Him In The Part Where He Talk From
Now he Got A Momma Cuz The wires In The Jaw Make It Hard For Him To Tell You Somethin
It's Sunny Now But The Storm Comin
The Best Thing For You To Do Is Try To Get Prepared For It
They Find Him Bread Water Milk A Couple Cans Of Soup
And A Place To Go Just In Case You Had To Move

[Chorus]
We Can Take It Thurr
We Can Handle That
We Can Take It Thurr
We Can Handle That
We Can Take It Thurr
We Can Handle That
We Can Take It Thurr
We Can Handle That
West Coast Get XXX?D
East Coast Get XXX?D
Mid?West Get XXX?D
Down South Get XXX?D
West Coast Get XXX?D
East Coast Get XXX?D
Mid?West Get XXX?D
Down South Get XXX?D

[J?Kwon]
Finally When It Comes To The Jewels
Im Not Forgiving The Blues
Ill Knock Another Man Clean Out His Shoes
We Get To Breakin The Rules
Lets Get To Takin Them Jewels
He Still Trippin Ill Turn His Ass Into Dog Food
Who's Got The Static? Huh
Better Bring The Plastic uh
Better Automatic Punk
And Let Them Have It
Chump Im A Savage What
Let Me Show You Magic Bra
One Shot Of This Ill Turn Your Niggas Into Sawdust
Partner We Lawless
Im Talkin All Us
When It Come to Handlein Business
Dirty We Flawless
See These Revolvers
That?s Why They Call Us
The Same Reason The Police Aint Never Caught Us
Im On Another Level Words From A True Rebel
I Rock your ass And I Aint Talkin Heavy Metal
You Just A Crumb
And Me Im A Dirt Devil
Lets See Whats Left As Soon As The Smoke Settle

[Chorus]
We Can Take It Thurr
We Can Handle That
We Can Take It Thurr
We Can Handle That
We Can Take It Thurr
We Can Handle That
We Can Take It Thurr
We Can Handle That
West Coast Get XXX?D
East Coast Get XXX?D
Mid?West Get XXX?D
Down South Get XXX?D
West Coast Get XXX?D
East Coast Get XXX?D
Mid?West Get XXX?D
Down South Get XXX?D

j-kwon - hood hop

8th world, dis Streets 101
I'm finna give you a hand for pound of J-Kwon
And a quarter bird of Track Boy Music

Hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey
Now all mah life dirty, I've beenlivin dirty
And I'ma keep it dirty until I'm gone dirty
So where ya at dirty? where ya at dirty?
Where dey at dirty? Where dey at dirty?

This the new improved hood hop
I make err muthafucka in this bitch, do the wop
Dirty ran his mouth til the album drop
(Why's that?) Trak Boy beats like a free brick of caine on the block
I'm 17 name ain't the same on the block
And da beat'll knock a nigga out his frame on the block
And he'll come through and let it rain on the block
And all dey gots to say is its a shame on the block
I'm hot homeboy, ever get it twisted
Numbaz unlisted stayed in third district, for real
I'm ready to get naughty, best of bouf worl's so Hey Shawty
Show me the party, and I'll show you the coke
I can show you mah dick you can show me ya throat
If a nigga trip trip, den we can show him the '4
If a nigga run up too we can show him some mo'

Now all mah life dirty, I've been livin dirty
And I'ma keep it dirty until I'm gone dirty
So where ya at dirty? where ya at dirty?
Where dey at dirty? Where dey at dirty?(2x)

Now I wish a nigga would run up like dat
Man i put dat on the hood I'ma strike back
And nigga talk shit but i don'like dat
Sayin all like Gee but I ain't write dat
And my baby mamma's mad I ain't about shit
Basically what i'm sayin dude fuck-a-bitch
And if I had two i'd touch-a-bitch
In the same breath, turn around and touch a clit
And nigga if i said it, den I fuckin meant it
And nigga if it's rented i ain't fuckin in it
Track boys gimme money so I fuckin spend it
Ya'll roll spreewell but not the authentics
And fuck your fuckin '4 and your roof clown
I got shit that'll turn your fuckin coupe round
(gun load click)
You ain't hearr' i'm the truth now
By the fact
hook gon' break it down
break it down

Now all mah life dirty, I've been livin dirty
And I'ma keep it dirty until I'm gone dirty
So where ya at dirty? where ya at dirty?
Where dey at dirty? Where dey at dirty?(2x)

Dawg It's a missile, how we drop one single
Left the game now the whole worl' miss me
Freak this bitch like homegirl missy
Like I tell them nigga got the whole worl' tipsy
Sick and tired of old g's tryin to gip me
So I put a lump in dis shit like a hicky
All i say is to dem dudes, come get me
Watch a patch of prone cause i' like a gypsy
Funny how I can't loc in public, smoke in public
Girl even choke in public,
Got dough so dat's why i'm so republic
Cause hit the door, i start actin so republic
I had it sent back and like i had a briccamore
So you got snitched on by the cona-whore
Show us or show her ass what dese guns are for
Or let the priest show her mom what dese nuns are for

Now all mah life dirty, I've been livin dirty
And I'ma keep it dirty until I'm gone dirty
So where ya at dirty? where ya at dirty?
Where dey at dirty? Where dey at dirty?(2x)

j-kwon - i m focused

Yeah, the next chapter mothafucka
Ya high, X is gonna try to sue me mothafucka
For this shit, what you gonna sue me for
If I don't got shit
You know what I'm sayin
Mixtape madness

[Chorus x2: J-Kwon]
I let you know I been to the game of pokers tired of bein broken grindin some knives instead of chokin
I got tired of movin stovey and I'm focused and my uncle was makin million and doublin Fuckin old shit

[J-Kwon: Verse 1] (Dissin Mike Jones & Paul Wall)
Right before I was a man deformerler
In the planet makin it out of the hill in way garbage can
Now I'm 19inches you could catch my hand in the game that gots you talkin' before I began
They try duh stand, stand and replied, put your hand in into your verse
Cause I'm flameable hot
I'm sippin in steady standard bringin spot you overlook and try to see the situation where they almost got shot
I need a testify, test the electricity fly specialist when situation when I need to go and testify
I touch your eyez, and look whose scared wit a mug on the hand bug you muck
You can?t stay wit a muck
You ain?t supreme mothafucka I ain?t talkin? about weed
Like Mike Jones record work always sells clothes to a fiend
I?ma bout to wait and stuff clean wit a LA teen
You ask why the alone things I see in my dream
I ain?t dream all these excitement said everything
From the satter and batter and shattered that close to a scene
You know what I seen just like hatin and then they anger wit me
Before some case know they method do away wit my feet
It ain?t a scheme, mothafucka more like jello the courtroom
In the vivo lo lo hundred G?s you got me how I wanted to be
When I speak Davis Crackkiss in tha industry
So how you backin up in tha upside down in the Fuckin in the same week
You live wit me, kissin brat and the floors and bean
If you pleasure mean it, I?m live on the Whitney Street
Just admit that your sorry and sweet but to the beanin to the demon to the operation that will live me to sleep
I heard you screamin that the doctor amusement had to beat
For all the work if you streets damn now I?m roamin your freak
You mothafucka, check this out, check this out [Laughin]

[Chorus: x2]

[Verse 2: Lil? Ed - Dissin Chamillionaire]
Tinkin formulated plast on blast on rocks Southside
You overlook like got cho slot
I gots to knot, I ring is gonna drop that watch
Drop that knot, know hand it over watch me clock
My album spot, is number one sell on top
Their ain?t no parkin plate in my ankles your CD?s flop
Until the grind graduatin from station to the satin you ain?t stayin very much dawg so you must be hesitation
Why you waitin all this money I?m makin now feel the hatred burn from these single nothin to fakin
No one know what I?m sayin and my signature is real oh you what is for real
These mothafuckas don?t no one stand how it feels, your lyin to kill
I know your dyin to squil, why you hustlin for a mill I?ma give you a sigh in the field
I?ma sign a full mill, turn it to a bulidin, dominant have my picture is so flatter to him
I said to him scared Fuckin shit I?ll slatter your wrist
Don?t even run I?ll beat yo? ass and my behaves my still
I?m havin a new, before I just slammed you kill
What damaged could do I let your mama ran up the roof

[Verse 3: Lil? Matt - Dissin Fat Joe, Lil Scrappy, T.I. & The Game]
I?m sick of it
Use lift someone to be get money for deliberit
Me and some boy and Johnny did a man as a lickin tits
Why you sittin? and started ringin thinkin of this shit
Come back at me dawg you might as well consider it
As a Law Suit I?m working for the bosses smoke tosses when my head when yo? ass get tossed
Figure it out, for the freakin kids in your house, I live wit things that mothafuckin kick in your mouth
You shripper around, sweaty cold chewin you up
Puttin you down in the shit and you out
Haha, matter in fact you take that pussy and so I?m spittin you out
Live you now try provin try givin it a knot that?s got to hurt

[Chorus: x2]

[Dj Scratch for 20 Seconds]

[Dj]
What is it
Fifty thousand fifty thousand box of Fuckin powder

j-kwon - intro

My mic on, my mic on, oh oh oh my mic on.
Hey yall dont dont yah hate when
When people waste a perfect a a good beat on a intro?
I mean yah yah i i could of bought another beat for my intro
I i could of bought another beat for my intro
But but FUCK THAT
I went and spent my money on a trackboyz charm fo my chain,
I went and spent my money on Dub for my rig yo and
I went and spent my money a half of pound of that good
So with no further or do i would like to introduce myself
J-Kwon
And welcome to the Hood Hop album
Drum roll please

j-kwon - like dis

Take it to the floor Andy (take it to the hood Kwon)
Take it to the floor Andy (take it to the hood Kwon)
I'm a true pimp (and I'm a fake don)

Hi my names Kwon, best friend Andy,
All we do is mack on these chicks, and eat candy,
Still live with my mami, fart out my fanny,
Get hella drunk, and shadowbox with my nanny,

Andy
Hi My name andy, best friend Kwon,
He's a true pimp, but I'm a fake don,
I don't drink dom, Grey Goose with soda,
I gotta lotta knowledge, so they call me white yoda,

Kwon
Me I'm a hustler, I don't like mustard,
When i'm in the bed, i like my donuts custard,
Man you a buster, you faker than hell,
My lyrics on fire, that's that smell,

ANdy
Me I'm a joker, I play alotta poker,
If I catch ya cheatin like an egg, I'll yolk/yoke ya,
I just wanna flow, check out how I rock this,
It's the new single, (J-Kwon) and milonakis,

Andy
Peanut butter on my face, cuz I got no class,
I would steal ya chick, but she got no ass,
I gotta baby momma, I don't know her name,
But really I'm a liar, and I got no game,

Kwon
I got 600 on my benz, but i got no gas,
Back seat full of chicks, girl put it on the glass,
One record blew, my record sells blew,
My momma said, you shoulda kept your ass in school,

Andy
That's what you get, for thinkin you the shit,
Man forget about these chicks, we in the club eatin grits,
That's how we do it, sippin on some sizzurp,
Roll up to the club, banged my rims on the cizzurb,

Kwon
Andy we off our rocker, we still drinkin vodka,
We on the dancefloor, kickin it like soccer
Nickname chewbacca, you know how we rock this,
This the new single, j-kwon and milonakis

j-kwon - no more cryin

feat. Joel Madden)

[J-Kwon:]
ohhhhhhh
J-Kwon
New hot music
Let's go
I mean you never Ever,Ever. Ever,Ever. Ever gonna find another one like me.

[Chorus: Joel Madden]
Don't say a word I don't want to see u crying.
Don't tell a soul, you're the one who I confined in.
You keep my -, and I will keep you by my side.
It seems we know it will take -.

[Verse 1: J-Kwon]
First off you my wifey and I think you like me.
Every time you see me doing things trying to excite me.
Seven forty-five -.
-.
Now all these new found feds tryin to edited me.
- Now who's the first to write me?
- like you that ain�t like me.
- even hally berry couldn't entice me.
Remember when we kept it hot in December.
Did - tours I did those in November. November
And it just ain't right girl, being without you.
It just ain't right girl.

[Chorus: Joel Madden]
Don't say a word I don't want to see u crying.
Don't tell a soul, you're the one who I confined in.
You keep my -, and I will keep you by my side.
It seems - will take -.

[Verse 2: J-Kwon]
We kept and stuck through it.
I'm talking -.
Yeh girl you earned your position.
Even though you couldn't cook,
You still kept your ass in the kitchen.
Ohhh
And you remember,
When we went to see -.
I was kinda hating,
He told me I could get richer.
Basically you're the one who painted that picture.
Il stay with you when your thick,
But please stay thinner.
J- Kwon.
Girl I love you in the worst way.
Stick through the rain,
-.
Bottom line we gotta do this for heaven sake.
We already had sex, we gotta have some wedding cake.

[Chorus: Joel Madden]
Don't say a word I don't want to see u crying.
Don't tell a soul, you're the one who I confined in.
You keep my -, and I will keep you by my side.
It seems - will take -.

[Verse 3: J-Kwon]
We past the love shit now coz we only poppin'.
Ridin in my - then somebody start poppin.
-
I hope you understand that we just killed a man.
Now we headed to the desert.
Why is it so deserted out here? Coz it's a desert.
Now I'm getting nervous coz u acting nervous.
Then you see your phone, yehhh it's outta service.
- might lose control.
Take the same gun and put you in the same hole.
But I don't wanna do it I love you, what can I say.
- and take this to the grave.

[Chorus: Joel Madden]
Don't say a word I don't want to see u crying.
Don't tell a soul, you're the one who I confined in.
You keep my -, and I will keep you by my side.
It seems - will take -.

j-kwon - parking lot

RRR, RRR, RRR, RRR

[J-Kwon]
Hey I can do it, too
RRR RRR RRR RRR

RRR RRR RRR RRR

[J-Kwon]
[Verse 1]

I can do it
RRR RRR RRR
Now everybody in this place is as high as me, so why the hell is you over there eyein' me?
Peace with me, I know you ain't tryin me, if you is I'll show you how loud I'll be. My bad, did
I pull your freight? Where my burn at, go hide, I see. Yeah I'm sign, don't get caught in tha hpye, if you
do watch how quick I'll be like...

[Chorus]
Mother fuck this,
Mother fuck that,
Fuck that bitch,
Fuck that cat,
(Dirty)
I aint the type that like to talk alot
I got something for your ass in the parking lot
Mother fuck this,
Mother fuck that,
Fuck that bitch,
Fuck that cat,
(Dirty)
Once i get to the parking lot
I've got something for your ass that'll spark a lot

[J-Kwon]
[Verse 2]

Seriously, we can be real with the flow. J-Kwon, deal with the flow. Kwon P, cuz I make money,
all cuz my wide face is shaped funny. Look ya'll, watch what you're saying, I put that on my
mama, and I'm not playin. Trip, get hit when the time right, it's a round trip clock, I don't
know if the time right. Yo, why your boy hoggin me, hell girls, quit buggin me, wouldn't of
been hollared if you weren't ugly, that douf get hit, niggas buggin me. Whoa, you niggas gettin
ugly!
Jigga wit me, and you in my spotlight, nah, I'll be like...

[Chorus]
Mother fuck this,
Mother fuck that,
Fuck that bitch,
Fuck that cat,
(Dirty)
I aint the type that like to talk alot
I got something for your ass in the parking lot
Mother fuck this,
Mother fuck that,
Fuck that bitch,
Fuck that cat,
(Dirty)
Once i get to the parking lot
I've got something for your ass that'll spark alot
[J-Kwon]
[Verse 3]

Now I don't like talkin alot, I got two words for you, parking lot. He mad, cuz the way we
renting the spot, Our sidekicks came out tending the spot. Open Hands, bringin the spot, that
make them wrong or right, right or wrong? You hatin cuz our haters ain't finished the song.
Motherfuckers, oh I supposed the heat gone? Baby we all know the album droppin, I'm for real
with the clips I got them on the poppin. You, I get your daughter to like me, just bought a gun
it's a new artist, like me. We gonna get you chucked cuz your step wrong. You wanna bang, we
don't even gotta fight. If we do..

[Chorus]
Mother fuck this,
Mother fuck that,
Fuck that bitch,
Fuck that cat,
(Dirty)
I aint the type that like to talk alot
I got something for your ass in the parking lot
Mother fuck this,
Mother fuck that,
Fuck that bitch,
Fuck that cat,
(Dirty)
Once i get to the parking lot
I've got something for your ass that'll spark alot
Mother fuck that,
Fuck that bitch,
Fuck that cat,
(Dirty)
I aint the type that like to talk alot
I got something for you ass in the parking lot
Mother fuck this,
Mother fuck that,
Fuck that bitch,
Fuck that cat,
(Dirty)
Once i get to the parking lot
I've got something for your ass that'll spark alot

j-kwon - they ask me

[J-Kwon talkin' over music]
Ya know, right now, whatever you smoke,
Right now cuz they ask me, and they ask me,
And they ask me, they ask me

[Verse 1]
Now they ask me
How you know so much at 17
What you mean?
You never seen a disfuctional teen
Mama cared for me
Papa wasnt their for me
Older brother sold dope and murph blurr for me
Times got hard I had to get harder
Let me take that back I had to get smarter
16, I had me a daughter
Hold up J-Kwon lets get shit in order
Baby mama thats a whole nother story
Both too young both too horney
Cell phone rung, but I didnt anwser
Check my voice mail, my grandma got cancer
Now she layin up in a old folks home
When it seamed like yesterday she was home
A month later stroke poped up
Her brain cells gone
The last thing she said was let no one steer you wrong, I'm grown

[Chorus]
They ask me, do I believe in God
So I ask them, did I defeat the odds
[2x]

[Verse 2]
Shit fucked up but I can't turn away now
Sold dope around the town, self esteem way down
Jessie made me tougher, he boxed me up
My mama put me in the system, she locked me up
Now this around the time that we lived on Haley
When I think about it I don't know none of my family
Except, for the immediate ones
Thats why I run to the streets and the gennies hand guns
He don't talk much so everybody wanna fight him
Every school I went to nobody liked him
Never could it be right
I'd try sometimes
So I chilled by myself and cry sometimes
And all I ask from God is to buy some time
Would I bring his name in it If I was lyin'
Now look at what the fuck I did, done
Terry Jones last son, this is a blessing
I'm grown

[Chorus]

[Bridge]
La, la, la, la, la, la, la
Now they ask me how you know so much at 17
What you mean
You never seen a disfuctional teen
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, woah
Times got hard I had to get harder
Let me take that back I had to get smarter

[Chorus]

j-kwon - tipsy

[Intro:]
Teen drinking is very bad.
Yo I got a fake id though.
Yeeah, yeeah, yeeah, yo, 2 step with me, 2 step with me.

[Verse 1:]
1, here comes the 2 to the 3 to the 4,
Everybody drunk out on the dance floor,
Babygirl ass jiggle like she want more,
Like she a groupie and I aint even on tour,
Maybe cause she heard that I rhyme hardcore,
Or maybe cause she heard that I buy out the stores,
Bottom of the 9th in the series gotta score,
If not i gotta move on to the next whore,
Here comes the 3 to the 2 to the 1,
Homeboy trippin' he don't know I got a gun,
When it come to pop man we do this for fun,
You aint got one nigga you betta run,
Now i'm in the back gettin head from my hunz,
While she goin down i'm breakin down what i done,
She smokin my blunt sayin she aint havin fun,
bitch give it back now you don't get none.

[chorus]
Now everybody in the club gettin tipsy, everybody in the club gettin tipsy,
Now everybody in the club gettin tipsy, everybody in the club gettin tipsy,
Now everybody in the club gettin tipsy, everybody in the club gettin tipsy.

[Verse 2:]
2, here comes the 3 to the 4 to the 5,
Now i'm lookin at shorty right in the eyes,
Couple seconds passed now i'm lookin at her thighs,
While she tellin me how much she hate her guy,
Said she got a kid but she got her tubes tied,
If you 21 girl that's alright,
I wonder if a shake comin with them fries,
If so baby can i get em super sized,
Here comes the 4 to the 3 to the 2,
She started feelin on my johnson right out the blue,
Girl you super thick so i'm thinkin that's koo,
Bit instead of 1 lifestlye i need 2
Her eyes got big when she glanced at my jewels,
Expression on her face like she aint got a clue,
And she told me she don't run with a crew,
You know how i do but i guess why i gotta do.
[chorus]

[Verse 3:]
3, here comes the 4 to the 5 to the 6,
Self explanatory I ain't gotta say i'm rich,
This single man aint tryna get hitched,
Nigga waste it on me man son of a bitch,
Brushed it all off now i'm back to gettin lit,
Grisa orange juice man this some good ish,
Homeboy trippin cause i'm starin at his chick,
Now he on the sideline starin at my clique,
Here comes the 5 to the 4 to the 3,
Hands in the air if you cats drunk as me,
Club on the set kwon cut out them trees,
Dude i don't care i'm a p.i.m.p.

[chorus]

Everybody in the club gettin tipsy
Everybody in the club gettin tipsy
Everybody in the club gettin tipsy
Everybody in the club gettin tipsy

j-kwon - track boy

You are now in tune to the smooth sounds of track boy music?

You know what this is, My name J-Kwon... I went and got my man Andy

Whitey x8
(Track Boy!)

Take it to the floor Andy

Take it to the hood Kwon x3

I'm a true PIMP

And I'm a fake don
[J-Kwon]
Hi my name Kwon best friend Andy all we do is mack on these chicks and eat candy
Live with my mammy, Fart out my fanny, Get Helean drunk and shadow box with my granny

[Andy]
Hi my name Andy best friend Kwon, He's a true PIMP but I'm a fake don
I don?t drink dime, gray goose soda, I gotta lotta knowledge so they call me white yoda...

[J-Kwon]
Me I'ma hustler, I don't like mustard... When I'm in the bed I like my doughnuts custard, Man.. you a buster you faker den hell, My lyrics on fire (that's that smell)

[Andy]
Me I'ma joker, I play a lota poker... If I catch you cheating like an egg I'll yoke ya... I just wanna flow check it how I rock dis, It's a new single J-Kwon and Milonakis

[J-Kwon]
It's like dis yo,I get up out the club and I do it like dis yo, my baby mama she just sracth up my lack yo, I'ma certified mack yo, It's like dat yaooo

[Andy]
It's like dis yo, I aint a playa so I don't drink chris yo, you don?t know howta mack so I came here to dis yo, all the strippers in da club getting tips yo tips yo

Peanut butter on my face cause I got no class I would steal your chick but she got no ass.. I gotta baby mama? I don?t know her name, but really I?ma liar and I got no game.
[J-Kwon]
Well chicks hangin on my Bens but I got no gas, back seat full of chicks girl put it on the glass one record blue my records sales who? My mom said boy you shoulda kept yo ass in school (yo your mom was right)
[Andy]
That?s what you get for thinking you?re the shit? man forget about these chicks we in the club eating grits, that?s how we do it sippin on some sissor pull up to the club, bang my rims on the cizerb.
[J-Kwon]
Andy we off our rocker, we still drinkin vodka we on the dance floor kickin it like soccer, nickname Chewbacca you know how we rock dis it?s the new single J-Kwon and Milonakis
[J-Kwon]
Its like this yo I get up out the club and do it like this yo my baby mama been scracting up my cash yo I am certified mack yo its like dat yooo
[Andy]
It's like dis yo, I aint a playa so I don't drink chris yo, you don?t know howta mack so I came here to dis yo, all the strippers in da club getting tips yo tips yo

Take it to the floor Andy
Take it to the hood Kwon x3

I'm a true PIMP
And I'm a fake Kwon

Take it to the floor Andy
Take it to the hood Kwon x3

I'm a true PIMP
And I'm a fake Kwon
[J-Kwon]
It's like dis yo,I get up out the club and I do it like dis yo, my baby mama she just sracth up my lack yo, I'ma certified mack yo, It's like dat yaooo
[Andy]
It's like dis yo, I aint a playa so I don't drink chris yo, you don?t know howta mack so I came here to dis yo, all the strippers in da club getting tips yo tips yo
[J-Kwon] & [Andy]
You know what time it is?
You know what time it is?
(you stupid ass motherfucker)
You know what time it is?
Its hop entertainment, Andy lets go
Eat some cream cheese mother fuckers...

j-kwon - you amp me

[Intro]
I mean, I just need to talk to you right now
Yeah, yeah, where I begin
Right, yeah, yeah

[Verse 1]
Sunny day, age 14
When I first saw you, you was lickin a ice cream
Knew you had freak in ya blood from the get go
Yo' you showed a nigga some love from the get go
Cute too, so you ain't get caught in the image
Friends got in I shouldnt of tossed out our business
So religious, yeah
In other words, sorry couldnt explain the way I was feelin
Back to the story - 'member when we used to hit concerts
Mainly legit and Nore's
Tryin to get on that was exciting for me
And exciting for you that was something to see
Plus you had ass and I loved that
Back in this I was ya boyfriend I rubbed that
Tryin to get on, girl I accheived that
Everybody hands out from you I recieved that

[Chorus- Sadiyyah]
Don't need no ice and no billie
I just wanna have you here wit me
I'm there for you, always be true
It's just you and me, you and me (I can't promise that)
You don't have to go doubble platinum
I'll be there and I'm always goin' back em'
I'm there for you, always be true
It's just you and me you and me (I can't promise that)

[Verse 2]
So I know just because
How you said them words it had to be love
Basically it had to be us
Against the world not giving two fucks
But know soon as shit picked up
I start actin different so you switched up
I don't blame you, but I blame us
Kept shit smooth even when it got rough
But, I don't see that no more
Got one half our wait hope he sore
What the fuck is hopin' for
When I can't be the man I used to be no more
No time, we don't go out to eat no more
Barely home, you don't see me before you sleep no more
You love me, and I know you ain't playin
Cuz the first week gone, you callin' me sayin'

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
Business got good, but we got bad
Money got happy, but we got sad
But in the midst we had a daughter
Evern though we floatin' clear like ocean water
Came home two bags of Fendi
It was gone that started to offend me
Child support hit, that really offend me
Puffy was right it's all about the benjie's
Bitter now cuz the loves still in me
In my boxers on couch, sippin' Remy
Thinkin' that she need to be killed like Kennedy
Then I listen to I got the remedy
After all I still give you what you need, cuz we got a daughter to feed
Though you supposed to be here at least you sold me that
Why the fuck did I listen when you told me that stupid

[Chorus 2x]

[J-Kwon talkin over music]
You know, you feal my story
Write me or something ya know what I'm sayin
Or I'll be in a town near you or, or
Your town or whatever ya know
Come see me and come tell me that ya know
It's been a long time traveling
Though you was supposed to be here
So uh, ya family can't say I'm wrong

j-kwon - ic ic

[Intro - Murphy Lee - talking]
I-I-I-I-I-I see some hoes..
In herrrre..

[J-Kwon - talking]
Ayo TrackBoyz..
Its cool if I bring my other cats
From St. Louis on this one?
Come on..

[Verse - Nelly]
Girl as you came through the door, you heard it before
Errbody in this bitch better hit the floor
Your man got some money, but I bet I got more
I heard he got a Bentley, but I bet it ain't a Zoure
She braggin' bout his Cadillac, bitch I got four
She keep runnin' his mouth I might go climb in four more

[Verse - J-Kwon]
I like 'em heavily beated, conceited, you can't beat it
Bust some pussy like a cookie wit no milk I can't-can't eat it
Okay you love me? no lie, but watch it my charm bright
That don't mean that you can kick it, from grippin' my arm tight
Plus you lookin good, that-that I can't perform right
In a U.S. club, down the lot p-p-pourin' right
Jamaica born, I don't mean to toot your horn right
But ya ass super fat, w-w-was you b-born right?
And right now, I'm just chillin' with MURPH DERT!
Your girl's in the club, but feelin' on MURPH DERT!
And half of these hoes be askin' for Nelly team
I don't know where Nelly team, but I know where my ding-a-ling
Kwon the new cat, who on the scene of things
And I'm pimpin' HOOES! you really ain't seen a thing
Maybe a moon ring or maybe some jelly beans
I mention the Four Seasons, I'm hittin' by any means
Cause..

[Hook - J-Kwon] -x2
I.....I see some hoes in herrrrre
And I.......I see some hoes..
In herrrrrrrrrrre

[Verse - Murphy Lee]
Ayo I'm Murphy Lee The Ladies' Man , I'm Leon Phelps the go-getter
I've been pimpin' since pimpin', even was

j-kwon - show your ass

Show Your A** Lyrics

(*whispering*)
TrackBoyz.

[J-Kwon]
Come on..yeah
Come on..yeah
Come on..yeah
Come on..ay

[Verse - J-Kwon]
Call me, I'm the man
You need a hand boo I got a couple hundred grand
Dayton's on ya feet, diamonds in ya piece
And I like the way ya ass move to the beat
You a freak, that's summin you can be
Keep playin' wit me, then I gotta hit ya peeps
The girls love me, 'cause I'm from the streets
In the bed, I'm goin' thirty at least
Show-Offs on the cap, plus her ass fat
It's so big she gon' let me hit it from the back
Not knowin' she a rat, she suckin' on my tat
I gotta rub her, so there's nuthin' wrong with that
the weed hold that, the blunt roll that
And when you give me head, please don't hold back
Where your eyes at? lickin' the Kodak
And when I'm finished, then you comin' it's yo pack
Now..

[Hook - J-Kwon] - x2
Show your ass, gon' hit the flo'
Show your ass, gon' hit the flo'
Show your ass, gon' hit the flo'
Show your ass, gon' hit the flo'

[Verse - Eboni Eyes]
I hops out the Jag, pocket full of cash
Wish your ho would try to jump like she bad
Jeans fittin' tight, weave fittin' right
The way I feel my ass make the ballers blow they cash
Step up in the party, sippin' the Bacardi
Betta watch your man cause I'm feelin' kinda naughty
I'm lookin' to my left, over to my right
I head to the flo', time to get this bitch hype
Niggaz in the place, all up in my face
Somebody touch my ass I might have to catch a case
Don't let the face fool ya, I'll give it to ya
Peel a right hand jab like Zab Jooda
I say what I mean, mean what I say
You wanna fuck wit' me, you gotta pay like you weigh
No shame in my game, if you cannot hang
Get the fuck up out my face and let me do my thang

[Hook - J-Kwon] - x2
Show your ass, gon' hit the flo'
Show your ass, gon' hit the flo'
Show your ass, gon' hit the flo'
Show your ass, gon' hit the flo'

[Verse - J-Kwon]
Gon' hit the flo'...gon' hit the flo'
Well I hops out the 'Lac, diamond in the back
You can tell by the way I made "Tipsy", I'm a mack
Show-Off in fad, Show-Off the fact
Give me a Coupe and several hoes, I'll brag
Yeah I got a grammar, some say it's country
But the truth is none of y'all gettin' money
I tried to stay humble, but her ass rumble
Give her the ball, guaranteed she gon' fumble

[Verse - Eboni Eyes]
Skin tight denim, fat ass in 'em
I can tell by the way he lookin' at me I can pimp him
This nigga herre lame, he got no game
His shoes ran over wit' a fake ass chain
Never big spenders, on my agenda
Get him to surrender, colder than December
I'm rockin' my stilettos, box of Ameretto's
Before the night is over I'ma probably have to check hoes

[Hook - J-Kwon] - x2
Show your ass, gon' hit the flo'
Show your ass, gon' hit the flo'
Show your ass, gon' hit the flo'
Show your ass, gon' hit the flo'

[J-Kwon] (repeat until fade)
Show your ass

j-kwon - who you talking 2

Intro:]
Yea
Look! Yea
J-Kwon Man
Da Boss Is Back

[Hook: x2]
Who You Who You Talkin 2 Who You Talkin 2
Who You Who You Talkin 2 Who You Talkin 2
Who You Who You Talkin 2 Who You Talkin 2
Who You Who You Talkin 2 Who? Not Me!

[J-Kwon Raps Over Hook: x7]
U Can Not Touch Me!

[J-Kwon:]
S.O.C. Southside U Already Know Homie

Yall Some Weak Individuals (Ooooh) (Ooooh)
Me Im A Miracle (Ooooh) (Ooooh)
And I Got Dem Clips Dats Longer Den Dem Abenacords (Okay) (Okay)
U Luv St. Louis Rappers Better Get Gone (Ay Wat U Say) (Ay Wat U Say)
And Quit Dissin On My Name Just 2 Get On (Ay Wat U Say) (Ay Wat U Say)
Im In A Black Lac Tinted Up 4rm Front 2 Back (Ooooh) (Ooooh) (Ooooh) (Ooooh)
Gucci Backpack Dats Where Im Holdin All My Strapes At (Heeeyy) (Heeeyy)
I Like Ur Single Now Me 2 Three (Ay Wat U Say) (Ay Wat U Say)
U Say U Now Where Live But U Aint Made It 2 Me (Okay) (Okay)
See Somthin Seem Flishy I Guess U Guys Miss Me (Ooooh) (Ooooh)
I End Ur Career Have U Aint Like Sippin Whisky (Ooooh) (Ooooh)
Brother Ran G-Street U Now Him His Name Weezy Boy (Okay) (Okay) (Okay) (Okay)
Belly G-T Inside Wood Like Luigy Boys (Heeeyy) (Heeeyy)
I Had Enough With All Dat Chedderin & Chadderin (Ay Wat U Say) (Ay Wat U Say)
Keep Thinkin I Pop To U Pop Den Ur Blood Splaterin (Ay Wat U Say) (Ay Wat U Say)
Wen U See Me U Betta Yall Was Hanenin (Heeeyy) (Heeeyy) (Heeeyy) (Heeeyy)
Cuz I Cause A Smile In Ur Face Like Jake Lahterin (Okay) (Okay)

[Hook: x2]
Who You Who You Talkin 2 Who You Talkin 2
Who You Who You Talkin 2 Who You Talkin 2
Who You Who You Talkin 2 Who You Talkin 2
Who You Who You Talkin 2 Who? Not Me!

[J-Kwon Raps Over Hook: x7]
U Can Not Touch Me!

[J-Kwon:]
Since I Aint Drop In A Minute (Ooooh) (Ooooh)
Many Dudes Wanna Take My Flow (Ooooh) (Ooooh)
Dont 4get Who Had Da City On Lock
On Dats Be4 You Was Hot (Okay) (Okay)
I Tried 2 Be The Bigger Man But They Tryin' Me (Ay Wat U Say) (Ay Wat U Say)
Yall Aint Gangsta So Gangsta Why U Tryin 2 Be (Ay Wat U Say) (Ay Wat U Say)
Wen Da Time Rite Ima Show 'em Wat Da Bisness Is (Ooooh) (Ooooh) (Ooooh) (Ooooh)
Word On Da Street J-Kown On A Hella Wiz (Heeeyy) (Heeeyy)
Im In A Sl Coupe (Coupe)
Wit Da Missin Roof (Roof) (Ay Wat U Say) (Ay Wat U Say)
Wit Da Matchin Glock (Glock)
Now Make Me Shoot (Shoot) (Okay) (Okay)
Dont Get It Twisted Da City Still Mine Booyy (Ooooh) (Ooooh)
Big Coool Cuz We Let U Shine Booyy (Ooooh) (Ooooh)
See U Like A Ungreatful Step-Son (Okay) (Okay) (Okay) (Okay)
And Im Dat Dude On Amityville Wit Da Shootgun (Heeeyy) (Heeeyy)
U Sweeter Den In Cracker Jack
I'll Flip U Like A Acrobat (Ay Wat U Say) (Ay Wat U Say)
Get Hit Wit Da Black Mac
Aint No Comin Back 4rm Dat (Ay Wat U Say) (Ay Wat U Say)
I Know Sum G's Dat'll Do U 4 A Small Fee (Heeeyy) (Heeeyy) (Heeeyy) (Heeeyy)
Who Tha Fuck U Talkin 2... Not Me! (Okay) (Okay)

[Hook: x2]
Who You Who You Talkin 2 Who You Talkin 2
Who You Who You Talkin 2 Who You Talkin 2
Who You Who You Talkin 2 Who You Talkin 2
Who You Who You Talkin 2 Who? Not Me!

[J-Kwon Raps Over Hook: x7]
U Can Not Touch Me!

[J-Kown:]
Im Faster Den Lightin U Know
Im Da Wrong Guy 2 Be Intuned Wit Wen U Intuned Wit It
U Menchin My Name U Betta Menchin Me Wit Sum God.!
Dirty I Tolled U Dat [x6]
Im Harder Then Mofo's S.O.C. Crip Gang Im Holdin Dat Stl. We Run Dat Da Boss Is Back
U Can Not Touch Me [x2]

[Hook: x2]
Who You Who You Talkin 2 Who You Talkin 2
Who You Who You Talkin 2 Who You Talkin 2
Who You Who You Talkin 2 Who You Talkin 2
Who You Who You Talkin 2 Who? Not Me!

[J-Kwon Raps Over Hook: x7]
U Can Not Touch Me!

[Outro:]
Real Talk (Real Talk)
I Am Da Street St. Louis Southside S.O.C. (S.O.C.)
G.I. I Think We Got One Rite Hurr U Hurred Me
Beatz By Da Kwon Homie
I Showed De'z Guys Wat 2 Do
I Made It Cool 4 Kats
2 Com Out Of Da Lower And Wannebe Hood (I Made It Cool C'mon) (I Made It Cool C'mon)
Yall Niggaz Aint Hood 4 Real Do' (Respect Tha Greatest) (Respect Tha Greatest)
Dont Eva Get It Twisted I Started It And Ima Finish This Shit (Respect Tha Greatest) (Respect Tha Greatest) (Respect Tha Greatest) (Respect Tha Greatest)

j-kwon - you me

[Intro]
I mean, I just need to talk to you right now
Yeah, yeah, where I begin
Right, yeah, yeah

[Verse 1]
Sunny day, age 14
When I first saw you, you was lickin a ice cream
Knew you had freak in ya blood from the get go
Yo' you showed a nigga some love from the get go
Cute too, so you ain't get caught in the image
Friends got in I shouldnt of tossed out our business
So religious, yeah
In other words, sorry couldnt explain the way I was feelin
Back to the story - 'member when we used to hit concerts
Mainly legit and Nore's
Tryin to get on that was exciting for me
And exciting for you that was something to see
Plus you had ass and I loved that
Back in this I was ya boyfriend I rubbed that
Tryin to get on, girl I accheived that
Everybody hands out from you I recieved that

[Chorus- Sadiyyah]
Don't need no ice and no billie
I just wanna have you here wit me
I'm there for you, always be true
It's just you and me, you and me (I can't promise that)
You don't have to go doubble platinum
I'll be there and I'm always goin' back em'
I'm there for you, always be true
It's just you and me you and me (I can't promise that)

[Verse 2]
So I know just because
How you said them words it had to be love
Basically it had to be us
Against the world not giving two fucks
But know soon as shit picked up
I start actin different so you switched up
I don't blame you, but I blame us
Kept shit smooth even when it got rough
But, I don't see that no more
Got one half our wait hope he sore
What the fuck is hopin' for
When I can't be the man I used to be no more
No time, we don't go out to eat no more
Barely home, you don't see me before you sleep no more
You love me, and I know you ain't playin
Cuz the first week gone, you callin' me sayin'

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
Business got good, but we got bad
Money got happy, but we got sad
But in the midst we had a daughter
Evern though we floatin' clear like ocean water
Came home two bags of Fendi
It was gone that started to offend me
Child support hit, that really offend me
Puffy was right it's all about the benjie's
Bitter now cuz the loves still in me
In my boxers on couch, sippin' Remy
Thinkin' that she need to be killed like Kennedy
Then I listen to I got the remedy
After all I still give you what you need, cuz we got a daughter to feed
Though you supposed to be here at least you sold me that
Why the fuck did I listen when you told me that stupid

[Chorus 2x]

[J-Kwon talkin over music]
You know, you feal my story
Write me or something ya know what I'm sayin
Or I'll be in a town near you or, or
Your town or whatever ya know
Come see me and come tell me that ya know
It's been a long time traveling
Though you was supposed to be here
So uh, ya family can't say I'm wrong

j-kwon