Yung Joc Knock It Out

[CHORUS X2]

Yea, I been there

I done that

Knock the pussy out, now she running back

So I knock the pussy out

Knock it out, knock it out

I knock the pussy out

Knock it out, knock it out

[VERSE ONE]

First thing first, I like all kinda hoes

Some go to spellman, some dance with no clothes

Mama name me Joc ’cause I do the damn thang

When I throw the dick they come back like boomerangs

Beat the pussy up like a ole beat machine

Oop, there it is, bring a friend, tag team

Then I beat ’em up like the woofers in my vert

I give her tylonel ’cause she say her jaws hurt

Need a chick like Trina, make her dreams come true

Baby when I cum, guarantee you cum too

And like Three 6, the dick hypnotize minds

I put that on my mama baby if you think I’m lyin’

Lil mama I’mma (beat it up)

All night I’mma (beat it up)

That mouth, I’mma (beat it up)

That back, I’mma (beat it up)

That’s right I’ve …

[CHORUS X2]

I been there

I done that

Knock the pussy out, now she running back

So I knock the pussy out

Knock it out, knock it out

I knock the pussy out

Knock it out, knock it out

[VERSE TWO]

1 + 1, then that equals two

Bitches on deck, one for me and one for you

Just the way I like, straight A-Town

Meet me in the room, guarantee it go down

Yea, your baby daddy mad, you woulda spilled the beans

Don’t get mad ’cause she on my drill team

I turn virgins into sex fiends

I turn nightmares into wet dreams

Make a jukebox wet, make her think she on her cycle

Hit her from the back, then I grab her by the micros

Make her touch her toes ’til her knees turn weak

Neighbors complain ’cause they say they can’t sleep

Lil mama I’mma (beat it up)

All night I’mma (beat it up)

That mouth, I’mma (beat it up)

That back, I’mma (beat it up)

That’s right I’ve …

[CHORUS X2]

I been there

I done that

Knock the pussy out, now she running back

So I knock the pussy out

Knock it out, knock it out

I knock the pussy out

Knock it out, knock it out

[VERSE THREE]

When it’s time for round three, strap on another glove

T.K.O, now the hoe all in love

She love to call me tyson when I nibble on her ear

I hit her wit a combo, now she call me Holyfield

I know it sound vulgar but that’s the way she like it

Got the worlds biggest (shhh), don’t matter, just don’t bite it

No I’m not conceited but see I keep it trill

Playboyz shout it, Mr Black and decradrill

Yea your girl say my name, please don’t take offense

Have ’em bent like this, suckin’ on some gangsta shit

I don’t think it’s worth it if you really want the truth

’cause this present time she givin’ brain in the houpe

Lil mama I’mma (beat it up)

All night I’mma (beat it up)

That mouth, I’mma (beat it up)

That back, I’mma (beat it up)

That’s right I’ve …

[CHORUS X2]

I been there

I done that

Knock the pussy out, now she running back

So I knock the pussy out

Knock it out, knock it out

I knock the pussy out

Knock it out, knock it out

[REPEAT X2]

Lil mama I’mma (beat it up)

All night I’mma (beat it up)

That mouth, I’mma (beat it up)

That back, I’mma (beat it up)

That’s right I’ve …

Yung Joc Hustlenomic$

[Yung Joc]

Alright boys and girls

You finally made it to the end of the album

I hope you learned somethin

But the best is yet to come

(WELCOME TO HUSTLENOMIC$)

[Chorus One: Yung Joc]

Who would’ve imagined that life would be so good nigga; now I’m on

Cause I’m tired of all the games nigga; now I’m grown

Tell you what the game’s missing; right from wrong

Respect game young nigga, tell them haters so long

[Yung Joc]

You can call me Malcolm X, I hustle by any means

Take the blow, break it down, weigh it on triple beams

I’ll cook it, I’ll whip it, I’ll ship it, I’ll flip it

I’ll rock ’til the motherfuckin feds come knockin

The owner of the hand, I can be the middleman

Best if you don’t know the man, I just tax an extra grand

I get you what’cha want we call that captain and the booker

Hustlenomic$ yeah I’ll chop you one, I got it if you want it

I’m from the slums, and the sticks, turned crumbs, into bricks

Got a bum, full of knicks, gun full of hollow tips

And where I’m from we shared everything, we called it hand-me-downs

I implemented Hustlenomic$, pimp look at me now

[Chorus One]

[Chorus Two: Yung Joc]

I can show you how to hustle, show you how to hustle

Let me show you how to hustle (WELCOME TO HUSTLENOMIC$~!)

Let me show you how to hustle, show you how to hustle

I can show you how to hustle nigga (WELCOME TO HUSTLENOMIC$)

Grab a number two pencil cause I’m ’bout to test niggaz

This game about to drop, shit I’m ’bout to bless niggaz

I tell ’em no cheating’s allowed, eyes on your test nigga

I graduated with honors cause see I was the best nigga

Two plus two don’t equal fo’ in my world

Seventeen five get your ass thirty-six o’s of that girl

Okay class let’s settle down (shhh) you better pay attention

Cause I bet the class clown end up in federal detention

And when I say detention I ain’t talkin after school

Cause if you’re slippin on your pimpin you’ll be rockin county blues

Quit trickin on these hoes, man they guaranteed to choose

Stop trigger your re-up or you’re guaranteed to lose

Guarantee you slicker with your hustle, do it like the mob do

Learn to talk in code, learn to keep the law up off you

Cause you niggaz keep snitchin, and hoes keep talkin

Either they throw away the ki’ or they gon’ put you in a coffin

[Chorus One + Chorus Two]

[Yung Joc]

Hahahahahaha

If you made it to this portion of the album

Give yourselves a round of applause man

I wanna say thank you personally from the bottom of my heart

For takin the time, to ride with me nigga

To wake up to this shit, to go to sleep to this shit

To thug to this shit, to get money to this shit nigga

Hustlenomic$ is what it is

It’s not a campaign for motherfuckin attention

This is what I do

Like I said, if you listen to this shit

Apparently what you do nigga, get money, Block E-N-T~! [echoes]

Yung Joc Play Your Cards

[Intro]

Y’all know who it is

Ha ha

Back for the second round

Sophomore

Fuck a jinx, nigga

Let me talk to y’all

[Chorus]

Well I guess it’s safe to say I’m on my job

And everything I say seems to come from the heart

And even if you hate, you gotta play your part

Or just sit back and see the way I play my cards

[Verse 1]

Okay I’m back, sit back and listen

First album platinum plaques, now watch it glisten

The baddest broads, The fastest cars

I’m sure a lot of niggas wish this life was yours

But since it ain’t, y’all niggas said I can’t

Y’all laughed about my dance, I walked it out the bank (Ha ha)

Now I’ma let it happen cause we ain’t gotta start

Haters mad at me cause I’m on my job

I congratulate you, somebody’s gotta do it

I’m not mad, I’m used to it

And if you feel the same, then you’s a friend of mine

Won’t you tell the lames? Don’t get out of line

[Chorus]

[Hook]

Play your cards [x17]

Don’t get out of line hoe [x6]

[Verse 2]

Call it Hustlenomics, hustle by any means

I got a lot of hustle, a whole lot of schemes

And not enough fingers for me to count on

My stock’s way up, call me Dow Jones

I been around the world, in almost every hood

I walk in anywhere, my face card is very good

And they don’t play round down in H-Town

Take ya to the bottom, I’m talkin Dade county

I’ll take you out west in them low lows

You scared to rep your set, that’s a no no

I take you back to the A-Town, head down

Play round, I’ll make them boys make you lay it down

[Chorus]

[Hook]

[Verse 3]

I need a bottom bitch, one who pays attention

Respect the grind, respect my intuition

Don’t get out of line, Just look and listen

And soon you’ll find I’m what you been missing

And the bottom line is I’m on the clock

24/7, the hustle don’t stop

Yeah I’m from the A, that’s my stomping grounds

But if you on your job, we stand on common grounds

[Chorus]

[Hook]

[Outro]

Ay, Cool & Dre

Y’all know what it is

Hustle or get hustled, nigga

I know you see these 10 pounds around my neck

The H by itself, 3 nigga

You see the dookie roll, that’s 7

Count it up, 10 nigga

Been there and I done that

Block E-N-T

Hustlenomics

Yung Joc 1st Time

[CHORUS X2]

It aint nothing like the first time

Im tryna tell you i can blow your mind

Baby if i touch you here and kiss you there

Gonna fall in love shorty, best beware

[VERSE ONE]

This aint no love song

More like a cut song

You say your day was long, well tell daddy whats wrong

Imma tell you one time — just relax and unwind

Whisper sweet nothings now you blushing, chills down your spine

Oh yea you hot and tempted

Oh no not pretty ricky

But when you grind on me

Imma leave you hot and drippin

Slip in those satin sheets

Now go and roll over

Oh yea its up and down motions like a rollercoaster

I see she up on top

You all on my jock

Imma do it nonstop, until your cherry pop

Imma keep going and going, the energizer bunny

Mr long john all in your tummy

[CHORUS X2]

It aint nothing like the first time

Im tryna tell you i can blow your mind

Baby if i touch you here and kiss you there

Gonna fall in love shorty, best beware

[VERSE TWO]

Wont you let me introduce ya to thug karmasutra

This aint no lovey dovey (nah) but watch how i seduce ya

Girl im the man, i- i- im the man

I push the right buttons and the sex on demand

Oh yea i like it slow

Baby be easy

Ooo, watch ya teeth

Baby be easy

Tell me your vicky secrets, tell me all the dirt

You smell like peaches, must bath & body works

Love the way your body work, imma make your body rock

Once you climax, you feel the aftershock

(i know i got you hooked on this lovin’

Dont get it twisted, we just cutin’ baby)

[CHORUS X2]

It aint nothing like the first time

Im tryna tell you i can blow your mind

Baby if i touch you here and kiss you there

Gonna fall in love shorty, best beware

[VERSE THREE]

Yea i know i know, i still aint went soft

But i gotta go, lets hit the shower baby, its time to rinse off

I’ll wash yours, you wash mine, i adore it the first time

I blew yours, you blew mines, sometimes i’ll drop you a line

But look dont tell nobody, just keep it on the low

Not your best friend, not your cousin, nobodys gotta know

I know it sounds crazy, but thats just how it is

Yung J-O-C, long live, long live

[CHORUS X2]

It aint nothing like the first time

Im tryna tell you i can blow your mind

Baby if i touch you here and kiss you there

Gonna fall in love shorty, best beware

Yung Joc BooKoo

Welcome to Mr. Robinsons neighborhood

You know what it is

It ain’t no different form anyone elses hood (BooKoo)

You come through here you gonna see BooKoo shit

Playboy, talk to em

Anything that you got alot of (we say BooKoo)

Anything over 1000 dollars (we say BooKoo)

Over 50 goons when you squad up (we say BooKoo)

30 inches on your impala (we say BooKoo)

Yo I got BooKoo flava

I got BooKoo gators

I got BooKoo paper so you know it’s BooKoo haters

I got BooKoo chips

I got BooKoo dip

I got BooKoo clips so it’s BooKoo hollow tips

I blow BooKoo dough

I blow BooKoo dro

I blow BooKoo smoke

So I BooKoo choke

BooKoo trap niggas

BooKoo rap niggas

BooKoo cap pealas

Yeah, that’s BooKoo claps nigga

Underground railroad

Cause I got BooKoo chains

Night of the living dead

Yup, I get BooKoo brains

BooKoo miles per hour

I switch BooKoo lanes

BooKoo folks love me

So I get BooKoo thanks

Anything that you got alot of (we say BooKoo)

Anything over 1000 dollars (we say BooKoo)

Over 50 goons when you squad up (we say BooKoo)

30 inches on your impala (we say BooKoo)

I got BooKoo yoda

I need BooKoo soda

I got BooKoo pots

I need BooKoo rollers

I got BooKoo freaks

Serve em BooKoo meat

Hear me from up the street

Yeah, I got BooKoo beat

Check my sneaks

I rock BooKoo ones

Check my reciept

I drop BooKoo ones

BooKoo patron shots

I need BooKoo limes

I hear BooKoo shots BooKoo body outlines

Jack and the beanstalk

I got BooKoo beans

I wanna fuck lil debbie

Cause she got BooKoo cream

BooKoo pipes

BooKoo ice

I bet you like my album

My shit is BooKoo nice

Anything that you got alot of (we say BooKoo)

Anything over 1000 dollars (we say BooKoo)

Over 50 goons when you squad up (we say BooKoo)

30 inches on your impala (we say BooKoo)

Yeah I BooKoo pimp

I got BooKoo bitches

Don’t try me dog

You’ll have BooKoo stitches

Check my hairline

I got BooKoo waves

I served my time

I did BooKoo days

You don’t want these problems we got BooKoo tools

Lights camera action we make BooKoo movies

We make BooKoo plays

BooKoo reruns

We make BooKoo flips

No refunds

Pop BooKoo bottles

Gone throw it up

BooKoo niggas on your furniture

We done tore it up

Don’t know how to act

But we do BooKoo stunts

We got BooKoo sacks so we need BooKoo blunts

I got BooKoo grams

You could have BooKoo lines

By now you know what BooKoo is I said BooKoo BooKoo times

Anything that you got alot of (we say BooKoo)

Anything over 1000 dollars (we say BooKoo)

Over 50 goons when you squad up (we say BooKoo)

30 inches on your impala (we say BooKoo)

Anything that you got alot of (we say BooKoo)

Anything over 1000 dollars (we say BooKoo)

Over 50 goons when you squad up (we say BooKoo)

30 inches on your impala (we say BooKoo)

Yung Joc A Couple Grand

[Chorus:]

A-a Couple Gran, P-p-price Tag On Ya Head Leave Ya Layin Were Ya Stand

A-a Couple Gran, P-p-price Tag On Ya Head, On Ya Head, On Ya Head

A-a Couple Gran, P-p-price Tag On Ya Head, Price Tag On Ya Head

A-a Couple Gran, P-p-price Tag On Ya Head Leave Ya Layin Were Ya Stand

[Verse 1:]

Watch Him Die Slow, And Then His Eyes Roll

In Da Back Of His Head Now His Body Cold

A Couple Gran, A Couple Shots, A Couple Drip Drops, Now Ya Leakin Won’T Stop

Bitch I’m Da Man, Just Ask Block, Shots Rain Out, U Can Hear Em From A Couple Blocks

Bitch Wats My Name? Call Me Yung Joc, I Got A Great Aim, All I Need Is One Shot

Errbody Talkin In My Neighborhood, I Got Great Lawyers, Cause My Paper Good,

Leave Ya Body Riddled, Weazin And Coughin, Hear Bout It Live, Fox 5, And Monica Coffman

U Fuck With Mine, I Cross Ya Lifeline, I’m A Graffiti Artist, Paint Chalk Out Outlines

And The Worst Part, Is I’m Not A Coward, Visit Yo Wake And Give Ya Momma Dead Flowers

[Chorus]

[Verse 2:]

This Is Not A Movie, No Reruns, All Sales Final, No Refunds

Once I Make The Payment, The Hits Out, I’m Not Jeezy I Ain’t Swappin Shit Out

First I Tell Him, Were I Want It Done, In The Backyard Right In Front Of His Son

Then I Tell Him, Were To Drop Him Off, In The Chattahoochie With His Dick Chopped Off (Damn!)

Yes Dats Harsh, But It’s Well Deserve, Feed His Ass To The Sharks For Orderves

No Remorse, No Pity, This Can Happen To You In New Jock City

[Chorus]

[Verse 3:]

I Got A Couple Killas, Got A Great Choppa, Blast Through Ya Fool, Shit Ya Guts Leak Out,

The Sheriff Call Ya Momma, And She Freak Out, Got A Hit Meant Fo Her, Dial Yo Momma Speed Dial

Oooo It Ain’t Nutn, But A Call Away, Come Home And Find Yo Baby Sista In The Hallway

9-1-1, But It’s Too Late, She Lookin Like A Maxi-Pad Bleeding Through Da Duck Tape

[Chorus]

Yung Joc Hustlenomics

[Intro: Joc’s Dad (Yung Joc)]

Ya see son, there’s a lot of goddamn things dat im good at (um-hm)

& hustlin is one of ’em, dat all i’ve ever did (yeah)

Ya know what im sayin’ , y-y-you gotta know when, to sell da mercedes, back to da benz

U see, d-d-dats some classic shit (right)

Ya see, cuz im da flip of da flippa

See dey called me flippa when i was comin up (flippa ?)

If u aint got no name in dese screets, u aint gon’ be shit son (right)

Now see, u don’ made a name for yo’self doin ya own kinda hustlenomics

U see what im sayin ? dat what dis game is all about, hustlenomics son (yeah)

Now see-s-s-see, muthafuckin nigga, gon’ try to trick me,

Outta some change dat i don’ already muthafuckin made

& it happened to be some change, dat i don’ put on him

U see now im whoopin’ his ass wit his own shit

See dem hustlenomics (yeah), dem hustlenomics

See u gotta know how to flip (well lemme talk to ’em dad) u flip,

Dats why dey called me flippa son

[Verse 1:]

My momma was a hustla (yeah),

My daddy was too

Dey both played da streets,

Did what dey had to do(do)

Dats all i’ve ever known, i guess to say its in my veins,

My daddy ran numbers (dollas),

& he sold cocaine

My momma sold da weed, dats all i’ve ever seen her do (i seen ‘er)

I seen ‘er smoke a lil hard, but dats between me & u (shhhh…)

Now da question stands, “joc, whats ya hustle nigga”

Plan my work & work my plan, dats my hustle nigga (hustle nigga)

[Bridge: Radio Personality (Yung Joc)]

I mean listen (im listenin)

By no means, ways, shapes, or form of fashion (right)

Do i mean to a… u know slander your character, or offend you (i mean. its okay, say it)

But, u know what sets u aside from all the other quote on quote hustlers

I mean, im hearing this termonology or should i say this new reacting (right)

Using hustle-nomics (hustlenomics, dats right)

Could’ju do me a favor (whats up)

If u dont mind, if u hav the time to joc, (okay) can u elaborate (i see, well lemme talk to ’em shawty)

[Verse 2:]

Well lemme spell my name its h-u-s-t-l-e

U wanna know da smell of money well hell smell me

Yall niggas dont understand, yall nigga hooked on phonics

Well me on da other hand, im hooked on hustlnomics

I buy da work really cheap, mark it up a couple hunned

Check my re-up, re-invested, while ya’ll suckas out derr stuntin

Wonderin what i do, potna mind ya own bizz…

I aint finna play wit’cha, i got my own kids!

[Outro: Joc’s Dad]

Boy im so proud of you

Boy i tell ya, takin after my own heart, see ha

Goin platinum & err’thing, like dat

See ya daddy was born platinum, boy

& im gon’ die platinum, huh

Way to go, joc

Yung Joc Bottle Poppin’

[chorus – Gorilla Zoe chopped & screwed]

We bottle poppin, we-we bottle poppin,(aye)

We bottle poppin, we-we bottle poppin,(aye)

We bottle poppin, we-we bottle poppin,(aye)

Say-say u gettin money, we-we aint seen nuttin

We bottle poppin, we-we bottle poppin,

We bottle poppin, we-we bottle poppin,

We bottle poppin, we-we bottle poppin,

Say-say u gettin money, we-we aint seen nuttin

[verse 1 – Yung Joc]

I pull up to the club, jumpin out of rovers, lookin like a car show, dats da way we roll up

Dope bois showi luv, all da ho’s know of us

Need extra security, dey know dey cant controll us,

I see some niggas hatin, I keep dat supersoaker

So I v.i.p my way standin on da sofas

U can watch me demostrate, da way a playa possed ta, I don burried cha weight, u know we throw dem toasts up

Say ya gettin guap, well shawty we aint heard bout it, finna set-up shop, well we aint even worried bout it

Word on da block, oh dey say u servin pies

I think ya need ta stop, I got some killas dat’ll get dat work up out ’em

I dont got luv fa u busta’s, unless u my kinfolk yea u smell dat fruity fruit ? err’time da wind blow

I throw away dat chump change, im all abot dat bigga dough

Joc he a hood nigga, jus like Gorilla Zoe

[chorus – Gorilla Zoe chopped & screwed]

We bottle poppin, we-we bottle poppin,(aye)

We bottle poppin, we-we bottle poppin,(aye)

We bottle poppin, we-we bottle poppin,(aye)

Say-say u gettin money, we-we aint seen nuttin

We bottle poppin, we-we bottle poppin,

We bottle poppin, we-we bottle poppin,

We bottle poppin, we-we bottle poppin,

Say-say u gettin money, we-we aint seen nuttin

[verse 2 – Gorilla Zoe]

When da money start droppin, all da ho’s start jockin,

When dem ho’s start jockin, bottles start poppin,

When dem bottles start poppin, know dat we’re not stoppin

Imma keep bringin bottles, den dem models start flockin,

Imma throw a stack, she gon’ throw it back,

I pop da rubberband, she gon’ pop ha back,

She know dat I ball, she gon’ grind da wall,

She gon’ bust it open, fo me & my dwags

Got boi’s in da club comin straight from the trap,

Watch dem boi’s cuff they gurls, cuz dey know we got dem stacks

We in da middle of da flo’ blowin cush packs,

Got my workers in da bathroom, sellin pill packs,

Now da 4o dont stop cuz dey we got dat guap,

She gon’ make ha booty clap & imma throw another knot,

When da money still phat, dey know dat its a wrap,

Bottle poppin ova herr, tell da dj bring it back

[chorus – Gorilla Zoe chopped & screwed]

We bottle poppin, we-we bottle poppin,(aye)

We bottle poppin, we-we bottle poppin,(aye)

We bottle poppin, we-we bottle poppin,(aye)

Say-say u gettin money, we-we aint seen nuttin

We bottle poppin, we-we bottle poppin,

We bottle poppin, we-we bottle poppin,

We bottle poppin, we-we bottle poppin,

Say-say u gettin money, we-we aint seen nuttin

[verse 3 – Yung Joc]

When my nigga steve died,

U know we popped dem bottles,

Nigga’s tried to run & hide,

We went lookin wit dem choppa’s,

Now its time to take a ride in dat all black impala,

If u niggas think im lyin’ I put dat on my momma,

& dats y err’time, his birthday come up,

Imma hit da town, from sun down-ta-sun up

Buy a couple rounds, till dey all get drug up,

Fo my nigga, im a clown

Like the numba 1 stunna

Yea we in da club, my niggas on a pill or two

Throw dat bitch a dub, tell dat ho’ “im felling u”

Pour ha some of dis bub, yea dats what im finna do,

Den I ask a question, “shorty what’chu in to ?”

Den she started blushing, tell me bring a friend or two

A whole lotta rubba’s we gon’ cut ha’ like a gin-su

Flexin knots of money, dats da shit beginna’s do

She know im gettin money & she wann be a winna too !!!

[chorus – Gorilla Zoe chopped & screwed]

We bottle poppin, we-we bottle poppin,(aye)

We bottle poppin, we-we bottle poppin,(aye)

We bottle poppin, we-we bottle poppin,(aye)

Say-say u gettin money, we-we aint seen nuttin

We bottle poppin, we-we bottle poppin,

We bottle poppin, we-we bottle poppin,

We bottle poppin, we-we bottle poppin,

Say-say u gettin money, we-we aint seen nuttin

Yung Joc ‘Bout It

[3LW:]

[Chorus]

You think you know me but you have no idea

Act like you bout it

Well lemme put this in your ear

If you really bout it

Do it like a pose like you don’t care

If you bout it

I dont doubt it

Show me that you sure bout it (bout it)

[Yung Joc:]

I’ll get your mind off ties

Cause the hustla don’t stop

If your girl don’t chew then my name ain’t Joc

The money don’t flip then the block ain’t hot

If she don’t scream your name then your game just shot

I gotta couple reasons you can call me the boss

Il’l drop a couple stacks and watch your ass get lost

Joc the real shit Shorty bes believe that

If you ain’t ride till die

Bring them car keys back

Take your foot off the brake

Baby gon ride out

If them suckas wanna hate Put um in time out

I get that cake you’ll soon find out

If you ever cross me you’ll get crossed out

[3LW:]

I’ve seen it before in a rhyme and a roll

Come and catch up with me baby don’t stop

Get to the floor whatchu waiting for

Cause we can ride b straight to the top

Wayy too long and now its the time to show um all that is not a game

Cause I dont care what im lookin like

I just wanna show you that im not goin no where

[Chorus]

You think you know me but you have no idea

Act like you bout it

Well lemme put this in your ear

If you really bout it

Do it like a pose like you don’t care

If you bout it

I dont doubt it

Show me that you sure bout it (bout it)

[Yung Joc:]

Imma get rich and imma die tryin’

I ain’t 50 Cent but respect my mind

Respect my gansgsta respect my shine

Put your click in chick if you step outta line

I ain’t Kanye but I been thru the wire

Couple more albums before I retire

Most of these rappers ain’t nothin but liars

How are they The Killers when they sing in the choir?

Straight from the bottom and im tryin’ to get higher

Too many strikes, Got too many priors

Messin with us like playin with fire

Get your wick split, time to meet your messiah

[3LW:]

I’ve seen it before in a rhyme and a roll

Come and catch up with me baby don’t stop

Get to the floor whatchu waiting for

Cause we can ride b straight to the top

Wayy too long and now its the time to show um all that is not a game

Cause I dont care what im lookin like

I just wanna show you that im not goin no where

[Chorus]

You think you know me but you have no idea

Act like you bout it

Well lemme put this in your ear

If you really bout it

Do it like a pose like you don’t care

If you bout it

I dont doubt it

Show me that you sure bout it (bout it)

Now I been walking up this road tryin’ to find which way to go

Tryin’ to pull my faith

Sometimes it seems like I don’t know

Now I gotta chance to touch ?

And the answers right in front of me

Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!

[Chorus]

You think you know me but you have no idea

Act like you bout it

Well lemme put this in your ear

If you really bout it

Do it like a pose like you don’t care

If you bout it

I dont doubt it

Show me that you sure bout it (bout it)

[Chorus]

You think you know me but you have no idea (No Idea!)

Act like you bout it

Well lemme put this in your ear

If you really bout it

Do it like a pose like you don’t care

If you bout it

I don’t doubt it

Show me that you sure bout it (bout it)

Yung Joc Coffee Shop

Welcome to starblocks

Its young dirty

Whos this?

Its young dirty!

Oh okay what you need?

Hey i need some of them thangs, mayn

How many of ’em?

Two of ’em, give me two

I got you, pull on around to the window pimp

Aight shawty

Ay ay ay joc what up patman

Cuh cuz out here say he need two of them thangs

O yea he want two of ’em?

Yea, ay joc

Whatup?

You know tha motto!

Yea

Hustle by any means nigga

[Chorus:]

First I take order like the coffee shop

Then I steam it up and cook it like the coffee shop

And then I sevre it out the window like the coffee shop

(yea im comin in got my rims sittin real big)

And it aint no returns at the coffee shop

Man I make that paper stack up at my coffee shop

One hit n they’ll be back to the coffee shop

(yea im comin in got my rims sittin real big)

[Yung Joc:]

Okayy

Its just another day at the coffee shop

I grab them coffee beans, time to heat them coffee pots

Turn them lights on, j’s rush the parkin lot

This the neighborhoods number one stop n shop

No regular, we only serve the best

For the low low, cheaper than the rest!

Im takin orders, tell me whos next

Only cash, no credit, no checks

When your car stop, welcome to starblocks

You wanna triple your knot? invest in our stock

N now we doin numbers, like the closeout

Make sure you shop wit me, before its sold out

[Chorus:]

First I take order like the coffee shop

Then I steam it up and cook it like the coffee shop

And then I sevre it out the window like the coffee shop

(yea im comin in got my rims sittin real big)

And it aint no returns at the coffee shop

Man I make that paper stack up at my coffee shop

One hit n they’ll be back to the coffee shop

(yea im comin in got my rims sittin real big)

[Gorilla Zoe:]

Cook it in the morning, sell it durin midday

Whipped cream the same color as your latte

I tell em vamonos, thas rapido, you need some mota? you gon call gorilla zoe

You can get the coca if you got tha get-it-green

Colombian, and i aint talkin coffee beans 12 to 12

Its always someone on the scene

Starblocks, we get it out by any means

Coffee shop, trap spot, hand to hand, get my guap

Pockets still ounce for ounce

Decafinated off the top

Rockstar, rollin rocks

Piano keys, work the block

Welcome to starblocks, we trap like the coffee shop…let go, see

[Chorus:]

First I take order like the coffee shop

Then I steam it up and cook it like the coffee shop

And then I sevre it out the window like the coffee shop

(yea im comin in got my rims sittin real big)

And it aint no returns at the coffee shop

Man I make that paper stack up at my coffee shop

One hit n they’ll be back to the coffee shop

(yea im comin in got my rims sittin real big)

[Yung Joc:]

Ah ha okay

Everybody on the block know my nickname

When you drop by just ask for whip game

And all my money get counted when the shifts change

They get into it, imma let my 4/5th bang

If you need the number 1-800-starblocks

Coca latte damned to make ya heart stop

And now the haters hot so they run n tell the cops

Shut this shit down, we set up shop on another block

[Chorus:]

First I take order like the coffee shop

Then I steam it up and cook it like the coffee shop

And then I sevre it out the window like the coffee shop

(yea im comin in got my rims sittin real big)

And it aint no returns at the coffee shop

Man I make that paper stack up at my coffee shop

One hit n they’ll be back to the coffee shop

(yea im comin in got my rims sittin real big)

Ay Kids plz don’t do drugs, just bring ’em to me, and i’ll get rid of ’em at the Coffee Shop

Haha Joc you stupid