# 1 Lyrics - Singles - Joe Budden

[Intro: Joe Budden] 

Let me just make this statement 

Loud and clear - Jersey's here 

Some dude's got problems wit me 

Over there - I ain't care 

Some people see me creep 

They mack all type - that's alright 

You know I slurp my drink 

I'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 me 

I'll holla at her when she done wit homie 

Cause, Jump Off I got a ton of grown freaks 

One named Tasha, one named Monique 

One's diva'd out, keep her make-up tight 

She got her good heels on wit her Jacob ice 

And ma love to club, so she stay up nice 

And she give me brains just the way I like! 

One's real ghetto, don't give a reason 

She knows I'm not her man, she don't riff bout cheating 

Joey only go to her crib on weekends 

Real real late when the kids are sleeping 

'Tis the season, no more BS music 

Watch and learn, see us do this 

Geeks here's new shit 

Playboy I keep exclusives to make dudes see less units (c'mon!) 

[Chorus: Busta Rhymes] 

Can't stop won't stop 

Rock it to the rhythm 

Cause we - ah get down 

Cause we - ah get down 

Cause we - ah get down 

Joe Budden, Busta Bus 

Cause we - ah get down 

And we seeing that 

There's some hoes in this house 

There's some hoes in this house 

Light that 'dro in tha house 

Smoke that 'dro in tha house 

Bring that doe in this house 

Bring that doe in this house 

Where 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 flows 

It be the God of the spitting 

It be the God of the blows 

You'll be black and blue up your shit 

And probably swell up your nose 

Lotta bitches love when I spit so let me dazzle you hoes 

Let me prazzle your head, do and skidattle wit Joe 

And get a stack of that money and get a stack of the 'dro 

Better back it up money before they crack through the dome 

I got a pack of them niggas that leave a crack in yo skull 

HOLD UP!! ... see I ain't finished wit y'all 

Before I diminish let me handle my business wit y'all 

Watching you niggas, you shook! all you looking all nervous 

Maybach infront the club, parked crooked on purpose 

Now ladies my Mercedes Maybach 

Probably hold six in the back and three if ya fat 

Probably hold more in the back if they sit on the lap 

I gotta go and move to the party to see where it's at 

[Chorus] 

[Bridge: Joe Budden] 

Let me just make this statement 

Loud and clear - Jersey's here 

Some dude's got problems wit me 

Over there - I ain't care 

Some people see me creep 

They mack all type - that's alright 

You know I slurp my drink 

I'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 easy 

All y'all so 'n so's shamed, that cheesy 

You wonder why people don't go and spend they change on a weekly 

(But) Who's fly in rap? I in fact 

By myself, no one behind the attack 

And fuck Sound Scan, I ain't BUYING that 

Cause y'all sell em to the stores then buy 'em back 

Now one hot storm, we'll fly and rap 

If the rest of you provide is wack 

I see creativity dying fast 

I'm glad producers charge so high for they tracks (tell em why though) 

Now they do it all, you just applying the rap 

Honestly now, it's not the economy's down 

Now rap dudes suck they own pee hole 

The wacker the music the bigger the ego 

Fans left suffering, gasping! 

And it's embarassing! Jump Off I'm the aspirin 

I'm still hungry, I'm still fasting 

Y'all fade out, I'm just getting it cracking 

[Chorus] 

[Outro] 

Whoo! [repeat to fade]