Testo Warfare - Joe Budden feat. Joell Ortiz
Testo della canzone Warfare (Joe Budden feat. Joell Ortiz), tratta dall'album Mood Muzik 3.75
[Verse 1: Joe Budden, (Joell Ortiz)
You now hearing, hip-hop at it's finest
I'm just Criminal Minded, the Ant Hardy with the fine fit
Track just started, no need to rewind it
(Me, I'm bringing fresh air back, I'm Ralph Heimlich
Got 'em all sick, is that vomit? Ew, you nasty
Man, I smack your skin if you feel you passed me)
It's like we lions against Lassies
Niggas ain't nice, they lying, the flow ass cheeks
Come on the beat like Contra, BLAOW!
Steamroll over shit, I'm in a Tonka now
This ain't about radio, see, I'm beyond the dial
But still strong-arm a nigga, D-Conter style
(The inserts on your album, put my Contra out
Got sweeter than
The lip gloss on Rihanna mouth
Y'all sleeping, in pajamas on your
Momma couch
I'm freaking, in the Bahamas throwing condoms out)
Hold up, dog, these felons ain't predicates, sand castle delicate
Metal spitting, leave 'em on the field like Everett
I does my own stunts like a Jackie Chan movie
Mismatched belt, Prada, but the pants Louis
If you ain't fam to me then your whole camp sushi
Rocking Iceberg when niggas didn't understand Snoopy
Damn Moolies, chain of commands ran through me
You and your man uzi, slow down like Brand Nubie
Can't do me, cramp to me like a man groupie
If that's the number one pick, then he Sam Bowie
And I hate to pull a Homi on your mans
You ain't Kid Rock, can't box the
Tommy with your hands, though, fucker
(Uh, I was really in the lobby with the grams, tryna take quap
In the hallway all day, is or it ain't hot
Listening to Hot 9 like
What do they got?
That I don't, with a blindfold I see everyone
They say's hot
It's too easy, I'm feeling like I'm a cheetah
The flow heavy, yours light like a slice of pita
When Laws was
Pregnant she was lighting reefer, that's why I'm nice
In the
Middle of Alaska, I'll write a heater
I'm just cool and rough
Hoodie match your My Adidas
Pants with the permanent wrinkles like
I ain't iron either
I will make every last one of you guys believers
Dudes is all Laws, that's my word, I'm playing Ponzi Scheme)
[Verse 2: Joe Budden, (Joell Ortiz)
Treat me like a big brother, slash Biff Tucker
Let the Sig snuff ya, you a kid, fuck ya
Cock AK, mayday, listening to Dre Day
Cam caught me digging 'em out, something like Ray J
They like Steve Irwin up against the stingray
Heat up like Jean Grey when something with the beams spray
(Uh, take a sip of E&J, then a little puff or two
Get some butt, then
Kick out the slut, you's a Bugaboo
Weak wrestlers in the ring of Mr
Wonderful
Paul Orndorff, man, y'all all soft and huggable
Y'all
Dealing with a pro here that don't care
Y'all stiff and
Worn out like a closet with old gear
And I ain't going
Nowhere
Producers know I'm the best thing over those snares
What you speak is wack, oh jeez, I overdose like the
Needles packed
I be sounding so good I get the speakers back)
Hold up, Joell, the ether's back
See, I'm rare, Flary Johnson redid my contract, now the chief is back
So blame it on fatigue, have you like Greg Oden
Injured before your first game in the league
I'm spinning old faces, niggas took my style
Gotta steal my own shit back like OJ did
Might size you and your spouse, have guys go in your house
With ridges on the nose of the rifle like Alf, BLAOW!
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Writer(s): Joell Ortiz, Unknown Writer
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