J-Kwon Underwear

[Intro]

Ladies and Gentlemen

Oh,oh, we like

[Chorus]

Got pussy everywhere

Weed in the air

I’m in my underwear

My under the underwear

Liquor everywhere

Condoms over their

I’m in my underwear

My under the underwear

[Verse 1]

Come on ma, I’m ready to get naughty

Don’t act like you ain’t know this a house party

Gangsta boo, and I know you ain’t try to harm me

But don’t worry bout it cuz I got the condom on me

Live in effect, yeah affect and live

I like ya style, mama I’ll just take it in stride

Look in my eyes

Do I look like the type of guy

That run up on you and tell you a damn lie

Ooh boo I’m tryin to get it

Now tell me is you wit it

And if it’s simple as that

Then tell me can I hit it

I don’t go it it

do you go it it

You don’t go it it

Thenn act a bull wit it

[Chorus 2x]

[Verse 2]

You 17, wit the ass of a women

I know you gettin Tipsy cuz the liquor keep on comin’

Lookin’ right in ya tank tops and underwear

But ma I’m tryin to see whats under their

Oh, you like the crib

You diggin the gold shower

In the gold shower I’m handin out gold showers

Right now, I’m thinkin lets do this

17 dude, ready to ram I’m St.Louis

You wanna smoke a little

I always got a bag

But don’t tell my mama cuz she always say I’m bad

Country wit my boxers and sneakers on

Right now my third leg need a sneaker on

[Chorus 2x]

[J-Kwon talkin over music]

Oh, now why is you

The only mutha fucker in here wit yo, pants on

Ain’t no other ga’ got they pants on ma

I’m sayin naw I mean I’m not tryin to offend you or nothing

I’m just sayin’ I-I’m tryin’ to amend you or somethin

Man quit playin and take ya clothes off NOW!!!!!

[Verse 3]

Girl quit playin the party almost over

Ain’t nobody old enough to drink

But ain’t nobody sober

Finna take my whities off

You wanna match this thug

We can bang on floor, or the mattress rug

In the bed I role play

In em’ in trains

She said she wanted me to be gentle

Hand me this band-aid

Tried to give it to her rough

But she don’t want it like this

But everytime I through a party

It just happen like this

[Chorus 2x]

[J-Kwon talking over music]

I mean this right here, this

This is true to life pimpin

You just can’t put anybody in the lab and just tell em’ to go and they just stary pimpin

See it ain’t been no big pimpin

It has to be small pimpin first

And uh, girl you lookin good but

You tryin to hold ya little clothes on and have to get greezy wit ya for you to take em’ off

You might as well take ya belt off cuz ya pants fallin down anyway

And when I say I’m wit the Trackboyz

And the Trackboyz don’t step, they 2 step

And we don’t short step we will step

And it’s like that

J-Kwon Get XXX’d

[J—Kwon]

Track Boys

Woah Woah

You Heard The Name J-Kwon

Woah Woah

Yea You’ll See 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 Front

Jus Cuz U Gettin None

Hit A Cop Then Hit A Nun

Its All Wit A Gun

What Is Done Is What Is Done

Its all For The Fun

Somebody Said I Cut Off Their Head Its Already Done

Yo Im Black Wit Many Straps

Im Put In Many Masks

Wit A Bat My Cliped 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 Alley Eatin Rallyes

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 Pump Outy

Doubt Me Ill Start The Shootin Up In The Alley

Try “Kwon” He’ll Give A Bomb To Your Family

Met Your Family Then They Start To Get Calm See

But Yo Ima Doin Any Way Wat

[Chorus]

You Can Take It Thurr

We Can Handle That

You Can Take It Thurr

We Can Handle That

You Can Take It Thurr

We Can Handle That

You 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

[Petey Pablo]

Now Take A Ride As We Roll Thru The Ghetto

But Keep Your Foot On The Pedal Cuz It Can Get Pretty Extreme In The Ghetto

Tripple XXX Level No Hold Bar We Got Hood Capped & Lutenets & Project Sergeants

Capable Of Pullin Your Carden Bombin Your Car Grenades Through Your Windows

This Is All Out War Take The Main Road Anywhere We Go Every Time We Role

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 Gotta Mumble Cuz The Y’s In The Jaw Make It Hard For Him To Tell You Somethin

The Sun Aint Down 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]

You Can Take It Thurr

We Can Handle That

You Can Take It Thurr

We Can Handle That

You Can Take It Thurr

We Can Handle That

You 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]

Runnin When It Comes To The Twos

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 Got The Static Huh

Who Bring The Blasting Huh

The Automatic Huh

And Let Them Have It

Chump Im A Savage What

Let Me Show You Magic Bro

One Shot Of This Ill Turn Your Ass Into Sawdust

I Know We Lawless

Im Talkin All Us

When It Come Handlein Buisness

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 * * * * * * * 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]

You Can Take It Thurr

We Can Handle That

You Can Take It Thurr

We Can Handle That

You Can Take It Thurr

We Can Handle That

You 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 My Enemies

[Jermaine Dupri chorus]

They my enemies

Dressed in my friends clothes

Dick ridin thinkin I don’t know

They my enemies

Dressed in my friends clothes

Smile in my face but pop shit behind door

[J.D Bridge]

I wake up, knowin’ I’m bout to see em’ all in my face

Like what up, these mutha fuckers all over the place

I’m fed up, Homie I’m angry and I need me my space

And good luck, wit all that thinkin’ you goin take my place

It’s alot of niggas in this club popin’ bub thats foney

Actin like they got nothing but love for the homie

Straight 2 faced like them niggas at Sony

(now ain’t you the mayor)

I’m the one and only

For the longest me and my niggas

Been hittin this town like a storm

And now you gotta see me and Penny arm to arm

One day you’ll get it

Keep tryin nigga

Yeah right you ballin, keep tryin nigga

I know alot of ballers

Half of em’ hate me

Bankrupt, bitch you must ain’t see my moms lately

Be damned if you like me

Give a fuck what you rate me

I only know 2 words

And nigga thats pay me

Now we finna stop talkin shit about J.D

Cuz he been doin’ this shit since yall was babies

How you goin’ try to degrade me

Yall aint my friends nigga I ain’t crazy

[J.D Chorus]

[J.D Bridge]

[J-kwon]

Now I’m what can chill

Till the moment I lose mine

And when I lose mines

Gun stores gone lose nines

I thought you knew Kwon keep 8 on the waist line

I’m from the Lou

Kwon flip H to waist time

I spit it, for niggas who don’t fee my shit

She a whore I don’t like her

You can get on my bitch

She want a war, what for I’ll peel this bitch

Body lifted gun wit it I don’t need this shit

You my enemie

Dressed in my friends clothes

But when I shoot I do better

Than Shaq doin free throws

A bunch of niggas trippin

That got the game wrong

A bunch of niggas fealin like me who bumpin’ the same song

I’m evil, why you think you goin take my spot

Waitin till my album drop quit thinkin you pop

And you rappin hard core

When oyu knowin you pop

And you sayin you a realla when you knowin you not

[J.D chorus]

[J.D Bridge]

J-Kwon Welcome To Tha Hood

I make every mufucker in this bitch do tha wop, it’s the new improved hood hop

I make every mufucker in this bitch do tha wop, it’s the new improved hood hop

I ain’t tryin to change hip-hop

Put money aside and make your hip-hop

Not dirty right always flip-flop, DING!

More flip cot, dirty pick rocks

G.I. just lean on em

This bitch her get scared and swing on em

Problem too big, put the team on em

They still running up, put the beam on em

I don’t give a damn if you don’t like me,

I ain’t goin do tha right thing, I ain’t Spike Lee

Cyonide in ya Ice tea (Drink this), choke em while I sex em like Ike T.

St Louis ain’t ridin, that aint likely,

I roll with real fellas that one strike three

Snatch ya ass up if strike me,

You ain’t happy wit that, coward bite me!

[Chorus]

Now do you got a gun? Welcome to the hood

Got a pocket full of crack? Welcome to the hood

Lost your money shootin’ craps? Welcome to da hood

Have you eva been car-jacked? Welcome to da hood

[Repeat]

Uncle Tars said the Game needs me

So I keep the red bling to make the aim easy

You put me on gang the baby train weazy

An’ all he told me dude pimpin ain’t easy

You used pop big poppa work

Now my diamonds big and blue like Papa Smurf (The little guy)

Had my homie ride his brothers now his pockets hurt

(Lemme get that)

Like Jay I did it my way

I didn’t get it here from freestyle Friday

Kwon don’t care if and or talk sideways

I got worked up and down King’s Highway

Plus dude bring tha hood to tha rap game

Wanna bet, some like a crap game

Rings these gangs betta have my exact change

B’Fore I run in the boy and clap thangs

[Chorus]

Third district who I represent

In the white city

You look like a peppermint

Shake your frame

It’s whats on peppermint

Cops can’t spray dudes face with peppermint

Mad cuz I put the iron on em

Heavy starch, Put the whole nine on em

Heavy spark, now tha dirt land on em

Oops, my bad found out it was layin on em

Got a flat, Needa car-jack

Betta yet needa strap that’s the car-jack

Track Boyz where the stars at

have you gotten to the track like star cats

Now I’d never leave my hood dirty

If i fell, then the money leave my hood dirty

Even when I get this brick thirty

I’mma be in tha hood wit this brick dirty

[chorus]

[chorus]

J-Kwon Morning Light

[Intro]

Father, forgive me for I have sinned

You know, we all fall short in the glory of God ya know

But uh, true life is just so har you know

Espically when you tryin to find a way out

All I need is a sign

Lord just give me a sign

Can you just, just show me a sign

[Verse 1]

Dig it I dug it, some hate it some love it

Politic in the game, I’m just a puppet for the public

If I, spit it you can quote it

If you, read it then I wrote it

Knew it’s dirty in this bitch yall let me in it so I sold it

Niggas pussy (why)

Cuz they givin they clothes up

Sayin that they pimpin’

But really givin they hoes up

(?)sake exactly from takin care of the family

Carry a scar on my nose, that came from my granny

A major player in this game

Knew it since day one

Lookin for shit to be the same

Nigga keep waitin

I done done, all I can do for the streets

Humble now I’m waitin to see what the streets do for me

Got a child, so I’m like payin support

Still a child, now who the hell paiyn support

I can slang and bang on St.Louis streets

Better yet keep it grimey till I’m 6 feet deep, come on

[Hook]

We love gettin high to the morning light

We gettin high till the morning light

Gettin high till the morning light

We gettin high like da,da,da

Gettin high like da,da,da

Da,da,da,da,da,da

We gettin high till the morning light

We gettin high till the morning light

Till the mornig light

We gettin high like da,da,da

We gettin high like da,da,da

Da,da,da,da,da,da

[Bridge]

Forgive me father I have sinned on this one

Hail Mary 10 times but this aint the last one

[2x]

[Verse 2]

Feelin strange, cuz deaths upon me

Damn I should of knew man was not gone warn me

Still rappin, while watchin my papers stackin

Tryin to leave coke alone

But the streets callin me back in

And I ain’t actin

Watchin homie subtracting

Check the murder rate

I ain’t lyin thats a fact and

I’m from a city where they want they corners back

Body bags whole tag

If you don’t know how to act

Picture that, niggas straight scrambling for crack

Baby mamas keep up drama

But I love where I’m at

If you ain’t never been to the Lou

This here lyrical too

And if you thinkin bout comin then you best be good come on

[Hook]

[Hook 2]

We nobody until somebody kills you

Gettin high till the morning light

(We gettin high till the morning light)

[2x]

[Bridge]

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]

I can do it, I can do it

RRR RRR RRR

[Verse 1 – J-Kwon]

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 the hype,

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 ain’t the type that like to talk a lot

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 got something for your ass that’ll spark alot

[Verse 2 – J-Kwon]

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 three o’clock,

I don’t know if the time right.

Yo, why your boy hoggin me,

Hell, girls, quit buggin me,

I 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 ain’t the type that like to talk a lot

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 got something for your ass that’ll spark alot

[Verse 3 – J-Kwon]

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,

Do 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,

I 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 ain’t the type that like to talk a lot

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 got something for your ass that’ll spark alot

Mother fuck this,

Mother fuck that,

Fuck that bitch,

Fuck that cat,

(Dirty)

I ain’t the type that like to talk a lot

That 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 got something for your ass that’ll spark alot