House Slippers Lyrics - Joell Ortiz

One two one two 

Turn this thing up a lil' bit, yeah 

For those who been wonderin what's goin on with Joell Ortiz 

It's a lot man, a lot 

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Feels like I finally found my (House Slippers) 

My mind was goin, I stood around niggaz 

Wearin this poker face like I'm holdin aces 

That so wasn't the case, this 

business is such a business, don't take it personal 

It's more than these beats and lettin verses go 

Don't end up locked in and whylin 

Like a deaf person buyin a Roley better watch what you signin 

Freedom is overrated until they take it 

When it's gone feel like nothin can replace it 

Shakin the hand that's feedin you but you hate it 

Disappointed in meetings cause of your weight, just 

imagine this man with your career in his hands 

Givin a fuck about your fans; he just lookin at that black and white 

Seein you ain't sell too well 

You tryin to tell him that you was on an indie that wasn't actin right 

He don't care, them numbers fucked up his appetite 

Your past just fucked you twice like a hermaphrodite 

You watchin niggaz win who ain't half as nice 

Faced with the choice of givin in or hit the pad and write 

But see, the fans can't know 

So you leakin freestyles and you nailed that flow 

Kids leavin out of venues like, "He killed that show!" 

Screamin YAOWA everywhere but you ain't on that though 

Your loved ones sick all in the mist of this 

Watchin moms shoot insulin is ridiculous 

Your son got a mask on, his asthma bad 

His older brother actin up cause he don't have his dad 

The grind took forever but it happened fast 

Listen close y'all, it happened fast 

Red-Eye flights out to Cali, sign to Aftermath 

Come back and sign to Koch, you and Allen laugh 

You drop a album over here, left the label over there 

Finally let it go y'all, the past's the past 

Sorry for the delay on your order 

But even in my off time I ran around the world with the Slaughter 

My alter, ego is a quarter 

of the best rap group but I'm back to bein me, yeah the Puerto 

Rican, niggaz standin on the corner 

with that work for the fiends who wanna hear him more maturer 

Story from a project nigga, a New Yorker 

Gettin money with the I'll-still-fuck-a-nigga-up-quick aura 

Man, this ain't for radio play 

This for the Radio Raheems who let their radio play 

For the heads on the neck clickin, lookin for the best writtens 

Turnin to their man like, "You hear what he say?" 

Y'all niggaz tryna recreate back in the days 

I'm just tryin to rap my ass off 

Hopin maybe I'll impress a few niggaz from back in the day 

Because I'm finishin these new niggaz that's rappin today 

You turn this up, but not too loud niggaz 

Feels like I finally found my (House Slippers) 

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