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Wednesday, February 2, 2011

Joe Budden - Tipsy Lyrics

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Joe Budden - Tipsy (Ft. Jay Townsend & Emanny)

[Intro - Joe Budden - talking]
This goes out to you (you, you)
This goes out to you (you, you)
This goes out to you and you and you
You know who you are

This goes out to you (you, you)
Ta ha, this goes out to you (you, you)
And you (and you)

[Verse 1 - Joe Budden]
Check it, baby, sweetie, lady, darling
It don’t (what?), get no better than this
And I know, guys’ll go to any measure to hit
But I hope, you don’t use that as a measurin stick (uh)
They priorities is off, busy treasurin whips
I just like the opportunity of pleasurin miss
Since I never met another that get wetter than this
Anytime I’m on tour, you’ll forever be missed (talk to her)
‘Cause I knew she was a fantasy dream
Every Sunday all she worried about is her fantasy team
And anytime shorty speed past, in that E-Class
Body so sick, that I always want a tea bag
So I spend, hit a mall, maybe SoHo
‘Cause how she blessed me, swore her jaw broke though
Her sex to me’s like a midnight ecstasy
So the bar could be closed as long as she next to me

[Chorus - Emanny & Jay Townsend w/ ad libs]
Baby I’m tipsy, so let’s stay love drunk
Baby I’m tipsy, so let’s stay love drunk
Ooh baby I’m tipsy, so let’s stay love drunk
Let’s stay love drunk, let’s stay love drunk

See baby I’m tipsy, so let’s stay love drunk
Baby I’m tipsy, so let’s stay love drunk
Ooh baby I’m tipsy for you, yeah, so let’s stay love drunk
Let’s stay love drunk, let’s stay love drunk

[Verse 2 - Joe Budden]
Check me out now, check it, see the beauty of it all is (what?)
We could both have whoever we please but um
We’d only be foolin ourselves (why?)
‘Cause it seems without each other we would never be pleased
It’s much more than her body though I value her waist
See shorty knows the value of space, she don’t crowd me (nah)
Open-minded, know she don’t got all the answers
When we hit the strip club, she tippin all the dancers
I’m tryin to show you things that you ain’t used to (uh)
Talkin waterfront villas out in Saint Lucia (uh)
Turn our cells off, nothin else matters
Took it slow but it couldn’t of happened any faster (faster)
See she don’t go through the phone (uh)
She say if that’s necessary than she’d rather be alone
Can tell she for real by the sound of her tone
Shorty grown, no chaser, she got me in the zone

[Chorus w/ ad libs]

[Verse 3 - Joe Budden]
Uh, best part about it all, it’s not difficult
You such a standout, nowhere near typical
Plus you let me be my own individual
You know if you support me, you’ll get every residual
And when girls try to tell you that I’m cheatin (what?)
You agree sayin they don’t know the half (why?)
‘Cause how I got shorty, it ain’t even fair
Know it all adds up, they can’t seem to do the math (nah)

[Break - Emanny]
No Henn’ or glass of Rosé (Rosé)
Could make my world spin around just like you do
They just don’t taste the same
Got me buzzed off the love you gave (ya gave)
No way I see straight after one sip from you, oh

[Chorus w/ ad libs until the end]

Thursday, December 23, 2010

Joe Budden - Ordinary Love Shit (Pt. 1) Lyrics

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Joe Budden - Ordinary Love Shit (Pt. 1)

My path for tomorrow is relaxing at full throttle
born to be a leader but a tough act to follow
bet on me at all costs in spite of my cash
if I can’t afford the Whardarf
I can’t afford to fall off
stories over greatness
no stopping my zone
I’m bumping Roman’s Revenge but I’m plotting my own
like a prophecy in case n-ggas haven’t learned not to bother me
‘fore you send your shots, check my returns policy
could do without the leeches
choose without the creases
Miami heat hater but I do the South Beaches
for any drama I be calling up monsters
I aint Gilbert I never met a wall I can’t conquer
Ruger aimed if I’m who you try an’ belittle
I learnd it’s hard to get justice when you try and be civil
whatever the future holds I can live with the day
some n-ggas will sell there soul but some will give it away
and as the devil in disguise they window of opportunity is minimised
simplified, check what I exemplify
bitch n-gga, here’s something for you to generalise
estate out by ?
pool houses, winter rides
play in that water, you bound to get your feet wet
only rapper with nothing to hide, me and G-Dep
my shorty might disagree with that sentiment
if I keep something from you, I promise it’s all innocent
bitches gon get you with that fake out beat
won’t let the media takeout me
a made n-gga gotta know I’m dealing with me
gotta put up with a lot of hate before you say you love me
how much of it can you tolerate
you can’t talk about marriage and giving birth
if you hit the dirt anytime you think I lift a skirt
it grows tiresome everytime you get berserk
plus if you abandom home over what was just a flirt
without a care, I just chuck Deuces
my skin will turn numb and you’ll be stuck with what your truth is
then you’ll feel a way thinking I should have resisted
then you’ll start to see a side of me
you never knew existed
cause you’ve never seen me act like a jerk
I know women will provoke you and get mad when it works
rather reserved and that always makes matters the worst
cause I go on about my business and not act like it hurts
but wait
it’s to the point I gotta ask myself
why the f-ck is it so easy to detach myself
maybe it aint you
just something I lack myself
but if these wounds are self inflicted I can patch myself
now listen I could give a f-ck bout how them other n-ggas treated you
if your ass was that perfect they would be with you
I don’t care if you dimed out
you’ll say your the best I’ll ever have and I’ll say I’m willing to find out
wait I’m thinking bout our bond and what happened to it
if you aint lifting the burden, you probably adding to it
just say my logic is wild and just sick to her
just say I’m all for self and don’t consider her
she feel like she don’t have a voice in this relationship
I’m thinking boo you got a choice so why you taking it
vertain sh-t I wouldn’t stand for
I’m giving them my all but she demands more
I wish she would understand more
certain sh-t you couldn’t plan for
I’m guessing I love you and your worth it
I should take some time out and figure if you deserve this
but oyu just think that I’m full of it
we both come from backgrounds of bullshit
I’m fortunate that aint what you see in me…

Saturday, October 30, 2010

Joe Budden - Aftermath Lyrics

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Joe Budden - Aftermath

[Rocky Sample]
You ain’t gon believe this but, you used to fit right here
I’d hold you up and say to your mother
this kids gonna be the best kid in the World
this kids gonna be somebody better than anybody I ever knew
and you grew up good and wonderful, it was great
just watching everyday was like a privilage
than the time comes for you to be your own man, and take on the World
and you did, but somewhere along the lines, you changed, you stopped being you!

[Joe Budden - Verse 1]
Shout to all my fans, glad I can inspire y’all
Got a couple haters, still trying to acquire more
You’re praying to a higher power hoping I should fall
But even my writers block ends in a fire wall
Everybody acts reckless judging by they past efforts
If they ran shit why it wont show up in they track records
How can the critics ever hear me and say I’m a suffer
How when they play with words and I make em’ play with each other
Choppers over the booth, ready for prime time
Come one with his thoughts, intertwine with his mind
Go toe to toe, blow for blow or do it rhyme for rhyme
Be competitive coke heads and go line for line
Honestly that crap of yours you should raffle off
With me they getting Genius Bars without the Apple store
Under the microscope I rebut’ the scrutiny
If I’m to be compared it’s only to who I used to be
Take a closer look at rappers and you might discover
This faggots talking Boxing, avoid the Mike Buffers
Now you the type to cuff her, me I get tired of her
See you the type to get hype to hug her but wont try to f-ck her
No pencil thin bitches, me that aint the style he dates
Might sit on her face and leave the imprint of a smiley face
Introduce the newcomers to my habitat
The calms before the storm, this the debris from the aftermath

[Rocky Sample]
Let me tell you something, here right now
the World aint all sunshine and rainbows
it’s a very mean and nasty place and I don’t care how tough you are
it will beat you to your knees and keep you there permanently if you let it
you, nore nobody is gonna hit as hard as life
but it aint about how hard you hit
its about how hard you can get hit and keep moving forward

[Joe Budden - Verse 2]
Let me change pace, the alternate route is a long one
But you’ll ultimately end up in the same place
So I tell aspiring artists “think beyond greater”
I know some n-ggas with platinum plaques and bronze paper
But better living should be earned, never fed or giving
So I traded my recognition instead for a vision
They always told me that I’d end up dead or in prison
Who ever thought that same dude getting head while he whipping
At the chick would hang up on, give em’ the dial tone
Now buying wild homes, straight cash without loans
I always managed to do better when his doubts shown
I’ll teach you how to turn them diamonds into milestones
Class is in session, and look who’s come to tutor
They passing the fake off as real like Brian Pumpers jeweler
Where I’m from n-ggas with fear getting slumped by shooters
But my equal to dumping rugers is being done by computers
I’m getting bread, every verse like the lotto
Give them substance but they treat every word like it’s a hollow
My n-ggas off parole Im tryna give them something pure to follow
Cause he ain’t have a pot to piss in, just a urine bottle
I come from where so many people where raised with neglect
Cops trying to meet they quote, thirsty to make an arrest
All my wrong doings did, was put my faith to a test
Which made me much stronger, guess my mistakes were correct

[Rocky Sample]
Now if you know what you’re worth, go out and get what you’re worth
but you gotta be willing to take the hit
Not pointing fingers saying you’re not where you wanna because of him or her or anybody
cowards do that and that aint you
you better than that

Tuesday, October 26, 2010

Joe Budden - If All Else Fails Lyrics

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If All Else Fails by Joe Budden

If all else fails, I’ll get back to what I know
Rachett for my foes, watching for it fallin take a stab at it was snow
Long John jacket for the cold
Some habits are hard to outgrow
I work so hard you think the studio’s my lodge inn
If all else fails
I don’t have a doubt that I’d be back in that studio apartment
Getting it in, closet size living room, and the kitchen’s my den
Playing lotto hoping numbers will save the day
Back to price checking, back to layaways
Since I ain’t never hit nothing like a bad fadeaway
Back to the corner, takin a bag of haze to face
Basic flow, when I tried to get my cake to grow
I hit the pawn shop and turn into Trader Joe
Shiesty kid, yack ya jewels while they glistenin
Snatch the hearing aid from a senior, while they’re listening
If all else fails, don’t know where I’d be
Scratch that, probably at home, nowhere to be
Or probably f-ckin a broad that, I treat like a floor mat
Ugly enough to cover her face with a (?) pad
And that’s a step down from my New York rat
They ride it like a horse’s back, with the horseback
But it won’t fail so if you try to rob the kid
Banana clips by the bed will put a stop to it
Nevermind that, first you gotta beat the guard
I can change the channel on my tv and see my yard
If it all failed, I’m ready for the scam
Forging fake checks screamin “Catch Me If You Can”
If all else fails, I’d be out pullin Jerz capers
Knowing me I’d be best friends with my worst haters
I’d be dustin off the AR or be behind state bars
For jackin a bait car
If all failed, I’d be right back in them block cyphers
Just to show these local n-ggas I’m a lot nicer
Cause the less you succeed the more you loved for it
While the more you achieve the more you snubbed for it
If all else failed and my pockets were empty
Everything I despised I’d probably envy
Ignorant shit rappers floss that offends me
Cause I wouldn’t be able to attain it, it would tempt me
Frontin’ in my mans Maserati
I might bag something with a modest body, from a college party
Next morning hung over so she don’t remember
I’d deck my whole crib out from Rent-A-Center
If all else failed and I didn’t get a break yet
I’d get unemployment while collecting a paycheck
Would it mean I wasn’t build for the bright lights
Say goodbye to front row seats and fight night
If it all failed I’d have a pretty common future
From a Chart House n-gga to a ramen noodler
Would my girl say you no longer attract me
Pack up all her shit and head south with an athlete
My name would hold no wait so I’d lose the perks
OD on Oxycontin, abuse the percs
I’d be a felon getting my scriptures tatted on
First 48 star getting ratted on
If all else fails I wouldn’t take precaution
New hoopty every month would be my way of flossin
And the crib would be an all night party
With 6 baby moms that I Jet in like Cromartie
Fantasizing the girls I coulda dated
Pull the burner on mans that wanna coulda made it
I’d be the only one that cared
Am I just reciting my fears as they appear
Shouldn’t even put the idea in the air
Cause it’s not possible, let’s make that clear BABY!

Sunday, October 24, 2010

Joe Budden - 1000 Faces Lyrics

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1000 Faces by Joe Budden

Thug changes

Now we were once two n-ggas of the same kind
Quick to holla at a hoochie with the same line
Sorta, honestly Ill never guessed you were a hoarder
And all that would manifest cause of what we both thought of her
So im like “how could you get mad of what she thought of me”
I found out seasons don’t only change quarterly
Cuz you got bended, it was real fickle
With me saying “girls are a dime a dozen” knew a n-gga with a nickel
I guess nobody told him that gossip and slander is not the answer
Wish I’da known that she woulda flipped out of propaganda
Ice in my veins, some people are less skilled
And he brought me up on charges when his ego got killed
When my friends in doubt, they learned a valuable lesson bout
In 30 years I ain’t reckon how to reconcile
What hurts more? The act of getting cut off
Or realizing that your 2 cents wasn’t worth

Check it, nothing could help somebody switch up more then thirst can
I seen the ill effect that fame can have first hand
And I to blame for the person that you became
When you’re already on that path its so hard for me to explain
Look, some indicate that im watching who I never met
I see some things happening now that you would never let
Fewer in your right mind, were you showing me the right person at the right time
Or were you trying to make it easy? didn’t really please you to please me
Did that make you change everything about you to appease me?
My prides in shambles, wondering why and when did you decide to gamble
Or are you competing with Mya Campbell
When did that become suitable?
How could you make something so ugly out of what was once beautiful
Next time beauty’s headed towards me I plan to dodge
Until I see its not just being used as a camouflage

Only reason I continue to antagonize
just my way of bringing truth into a pack of lies
Reveals peoples true colors, moves a bad disguise
Even though its something I predicted I just act surprised
That way an arm never jinx on me
Drunk mouse, sober tongue homie drinks on me
That way im protected, yall got no choice but to respect it
Seen too many come and go to be affected
And how is it not expected
Im hip to what its bound to be
And then relations combined, they weigh a pound to me
And so the bullshit, make sure its tasteful when its done
You can keep your 1000 faces, just try being faithful to one

Joe Budden - Role Reversal Lyrics

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Role Reversal by Joe Budden

I be at the mall, walk up in the store
Glance up at the wall, pick out a few kicks
I need 11′s in these, matter of fact while you at it bring em’ in a size 6
I take shorty’s shoes off, like here try on these J’s make sure them shits fit
But in my head it gets thick, saying “Joey fall back, cuz thats not your kid”
I don’t know you lil n-gga, and plus I got a son of my own
But he’s at home and the ways hes being raised I don’t really condone
Naw, cuz his pops been gone, f-ck it ill explain it to him later when he’s grown
Old enough to have a phone
Asking why mommy hate me and he got the sneak to call me whenever he’s alone so
You wouldn’t know it but I got a soft spot for you
See, we would shared the same obstacles
Looking from the outside may seem like you neglect him
But when he slips up and calls me dad, I correct him
I protect him, when baby girl start venting about you I say “Respect him!”
And though it seems out of order, my own mistakes have turned me into your biggest supporter
Fast forward, you wouldn’t believe how I could love like mine what I didn’t conceive
Trying to help him reach sh-t what I never achieved
Am I doing it for him or is it my own greed cause see,
Me and my baby moms, we don’t do the conversations
Some cramped in the back, 2 bedroom shack
With 7 people living there just congregating
So when your child with me, I’m over compensated
I’m talking 8 bedrooms 7 baths
My son thinking, that’s the sh-t that only heaven has
Mines gotta keep it cool, your’s get to see the view
White marble around the end ground, heated pool
Mines got to go through the “why”
Sh-t, yours just got to walk outside
And the funny shit, the irony of it all and its just sad
Is You walked away and I’m the step dad
And then you get on Skype, saying “how you being, whats the word”
And I be on the background listening like “this mudaf-ckers he got some nerve”
He says “bye daddy, I love you”
I be wanting to snuff you but wouldn’t want him thinking less of you
But, hes perceptive and this sh-ts wild, he picks up on everything and hes just a child
So through all my resistance, I’m afraid this 2 year old can already see the difference
He see’s you don’t provide when you’re capable
Why we never fix things while were still able too?
So you’re annoyed, it kinda of hampers me
Get my boy, I always wanted a family
Just to greet when I get to the door
You gon have to take the L, I cant give you your’s
I’ll do all the work, you aint gotta be bothered
You can be his dad, ill be his father
I relate though, so I know it hurts
Got to be uncomfortable when the roles reversed