뉴욕의 할렘에서 자란 Jae Millz(본명: Jarvis Mills)는 Young Money Entertainment 소속의 흑인랩퍼이다. 특히 Young Money Entertainment는 세계적인 랩퍼 Lil Wayne이 설립한 레이블로 T-pain, Drake, Tyga와 같은 유명 아티스트들이 소속되어 있으며 그만큼 Jae Millz의 능력 또한 이들에 뒤쳐지지 않을 정도로 뛰어나다. .... ....
Hear that? Stop Mummy work that ass out, Get it on the floor my you know what I?m bout. And its your jump lets go, lets take it to my house. And we gone keep it goin? till the cops come out. Now let me hear you say.
I like that, What you think about it? I like that, What you think about it? I like that, What you think about it? I like that,
Woo, Lets work, Jae millz some call me the statue, Worldwide hustler but, I?m from the airport. Rows go sit on my neck, rows go sit on my wrist. Nigga?s got you and your bitch. You better, Stop
Yeh I know niggas hatin? but there slower than the dollas that I?m makin?. Plus I still walk in any club with my jewels on. No security just me and a couple groove towns. Who you work for? You know who the boss, new blue yankee?s seven and three fours. Where ever I?m met nigga I?m still in New York. And my gun got an inch on it like porshe. So please don?t make it take off. Cos I don?t care where you from mac. I?mma throw your thoughts to the north, and be in the spot that be where the pimps screamin most say hit proberbly holla at your bitch. Stop
Mummy work that ass out, Get it on the floor my you know what I?m bout. And its your jump lets go, lets take it to my house. And we gone keep it goin? till the cops come out. Now let me hear you say.
I like that, What you think about it? I like that, What you think about it? I like that, What you think about it? I like that,
No I aint gotta brag, I aint gotta front. See me when you see me find out whatever you want. I?m livin, but smokes are still givin. Gotta tell em what to do, Listen. Everybody wanna tell the cops so next time you see a detective tell him I was on the drop. Ridin low on the ocean blowin hell to pot. Middle finger in the air bouncing like braap. Its one up one up, one up one up what still winnin. Homey you?ll always be a runner up. You wanna lay up in a Hilton, your stupid I'm tryin to lay up in a Hilton. Or maybe a Ritchie probably Nicky whichever I?ll bet I?ll have um blowin the sticky. Now I?m from the 212, nigga you know who. It?s the holla boy up on your boobs so tell um. Stop
Mummy work that ass out, Get it on the floor my you know what I?m bout. And its your jump lets go, lets take it to my house. And we gone keep it goin? till the cops come out. Now let me hear you say.
I like that, What you think about it? I like that, What you think about it? I like that, What you think about it? I like that,
Listen baby, oh you so crazy, girl you gonna? have to spend the night. I?ll put you in my big Mercedes, flip the shades, get it poppin crazy inside. Jae talk to ?um. What I do and what the ballers do, fix your face you aint never seen a four door cope. Tell shorty we can jump in the C.L.X and have sex and have C.L. sex until I hear you say. Stop
They hey got me lazy, as long as my niggas? love me I don?t care who hates me. She told me she was comin? with us, but I knew I had her when I told her the track was for puff. Before I told Dre. Stop
Seen that my way and watch me make a hit from yankee state to the A. Well you can catch Jay down in M.I.A. Up in Opia with Cool and Dre. Hollerin? at bitches like. Stop
Mummy work that ass out, Get it on the floor my you know what I?m bout. And its your jump lets go, lets take it to my house. And we gone keep it goin? till the cops come out. Now let me hear you say.
I like that, What you think about it? I like that, What you think about it? I like that, What you think about it? I like that,
Lets work, Statue. Cool Dre, They know what it is. Catch me down in M.I.A. Caller what up?
(Featuring Jae Millz/Angelous/Cashmere/Trife/Manio/True Life/The Bad Seed)
[Chorus x2: Sample] Get this thing through your head And they will never be no more Tell me, tell me, about it, damn it
[Jae Millz] Aiyo, I move with a click that's wreckless And they ain't got no problem spraying your ass, like disinfectant So if I feel disrespected, I promise you family Your body gon' be hollow tip infested I come from the slums of the 212 H-Dub, Lennox Ave, fuck you gon' do? We got wild clips duke, with things that'll hit you And leave a hole so big your moms could put a whole wrist through Homes, you don't wanna push me there To the point, I gotta leave you in a bush somewhere Nah, you don't wanna push me there It ain't worth it, dog, homeboy you better - better, huh Before I aim in you -- huh, it's real You heard Millz real, and better believe it stupid cuz -- Nah, come on, Slay you know who to holla at I'm heavy ever where from Harlem to the bottom where the rude boys and shottas sat Hell is what I'm giving em, fuck hurtin', I'm killing em Got legends ready to pick back up they pen and spit again
[Angelous] I nurture the track, the perfect of rap Its nonsense how the don, get curved it, to clap You miss me, simply, I asserted the track Kay classic, the same game, dog, with packs Mobsters with the arms up, feel the game wit me Bomb up, as I conduct, this is Ang' furry, huh I made berry, the whole league in Jones Beach And bake berry, the H jerry's is so sweet So brief, aim's gone, in the building O.G.'s ain't honor the brilliant, except for the minds That push the breathe, for the best to colide Better yet, I put the X in define Never fret, when it's beef, I put the pep' in the nine From your brain to my watch, you be ahead of my time Aim/shift, your brain wrist, the gate aimed to lift The game will keep going because Angelous exists, bitch
[Chorus]
[Cashmere] What up, it's Cashmere, ya, your new rap fellow We in hoods like the jam in '86, hello You know what that means? Ya'll the rap queen Bunch of bitch niggaz, bow to your new king And after this there won't be no more You dudes, is full of hype, that's what TV's for So, get it through your head, or the nine'll leave, eight holes in your head Think I'm playing, nigga? I have my peeps pop out my the van And you lookin like, a soldier out of Pakistan Ask them dudes on this track, they'll tell you Cash the man Whatever he doing, trust me, I know I can I'm ahead of him, eight miles and running I'm done busting shots, the next hit, the bomb drops You cocksuckers is about to die, and -- let's go, come on
[Chorus]
[Trife Da God] Either you get it through the head, or you get it through the leg Either way, you graze these bullets, is gonna leave you dead And I ain't freezin' up, when it's time to pull it, you heard what I said It's Theodore nigga, we all about the bread, niggaz And it's time for a reality check, yet I'm celeb in the hood And I ain't even seen a salary yet Ya'll niggaz flee when my calvary's step Staten Island we rep, stylin' to death, pumpin' gallons to wet And like Nick, yeah, I stay with the Cannon Lay in fours, get, kid you stuck wherever you standing Lay you on the strip, play you for a bitch, you punk Pussy, you dealin' with crumbs, so stop actin' like you one tough cookie I'm not the greatest, I'm the latest, ya'll faggots is imitators Air you out like venilators, and bang you like skinned potatoes Cuz most of ya'll faggots is sounding like little Jada's
[Maino] Yo, I speak for the Stuy, Brooklyn is mine, get it through your head 'Fore I round these bullets up and send them through your head Last nigga tried to stunt, left his hat full of lead Left the picture that your see, for the inside of F.E.D.S. I want you to think, that my gun don't burst My tech'll make niggaz back up like cars in reverse Definition of a thug, man, put in your work And nigga act up, you put his work in the earth Yeah, I'm hotter than you ever was, real? You never was Hustle hard, nigga, we get you, whatever drugs Bet you none of ya'll seen, machine guns rattle So I let off, and let you feel the heat off the barrel My dogs rocked up, and got you when you hit the gravel Been a hard hitter, before the Mets signed Darryl I'm your reaper, when I blast the street sweeper You bitch niggaz'll crack up like cheap sneakers
[Chorus]
[True Life] Yo, ya'll niggaz keep talking greasy, like I won't melt ya'll See me in the streets, got more Smilez than Southstar Pull your socks up, homey, you know what I'm about, yo I was pushing rocks, you pushed the Roc, forgot yo's Lot of niggaz thuggin', but not like me Put the fifth to your nose, for being nosey Fuck a throwback jersey, you trying to be Fabolous End your career, have you resurface like Canibus Nigga's shouldn't have let me loose I'm well when I'm sober, imagine off Cran' and Grey Goose I'm liable to clap the tech Make you take that chain off, but I don't want a rash on my necklace Shit, we ain't the same calibur, listen, your don I treat ho's how I wanna, even got a bad blonde Got bad feet, so I hit her with her shoes on Get this through your head, 'fore I flip over, your Yukon
[Bad Seed] Streetsweeper, cock back, run up, where ya block at Gettin' money, stop that, where the fuck ya'll rocks at Bandana on my face, thirty nine on my waist Shoot you if you try to run, nigga you ain't gettin' chased You was poppin' hella shit, all that shit irrelevant Sittin' on cake, and you waiting on the settlement I'm a grown man, never run, never ran And I don't play with kids, this ain't Never Never Land Brooklyn, fuck that, crackers, where my nuts at? You get bucked at, crew you 'fore I Dutch hat I smoke 'Cocoa Brova', stay with a 'Smif-N-Wessun' Skip J in the Garden, and hit Slay session Bad Seed from the top of the hill It's still real though, Tarantino flow, keep it low, I Kill Bill
<P>[Lil' Wayne] Uh I like a long haired thick red bone Open up her legs then filet mignon that pussy I'm a get in and on that pussy If she let me in I'm a own that pussy Go'n throw it back and bust it open like you 'posed to Girl I got that dope dick Now come here let me dope you You gon' be a dope fiend Your friends should call you dopey Tell 'em keep my name out they mouth if they don't know me Huh But you can come and tunecha I'll fuck the whole group Baby I'm a groupie My sex game is stupid My head is the dumbest I promise I should be hooked on phonics Yea </P><P>But anyway I think you're bionic And I don't think you're beautiful I think you're beyond it And I just wanna get behind it And watch you (Back it up and dump it back Back it up and dump it back) </P><P>[Chorus:] Cause we like her And we like her too And we like her And we like her too And we like her And we like her too And we like herr And she like us too Ohhhhhh </P><P>I wish I could fuck every girl in the world I wish I could fuck every girl in the world I wish I could fuck every girl in the world Ohhhhhh </P><P>[Drake:] Yea Alright (Ohh ohhh) She be jumpin up and down Tryna fit that ass in Took her half an hour Just to get that belt to fasten All they want to talk about is partyin' and fashion Every single night I have a dream that I am smashin' Them all Young Money man this shit so timeless And I'm in the mood to get faded so please bring your finest And what are all your names again we drunk remind us Are any of y'all into girls like I am lets be honest </P><P>She wants me she wants me Cause I got it all shawty tell me what you don't see I will fuck wit all y'all All of y'all are beautiful I just can't pick one so you can never say I'm choosy hoes And Wayne say pussy pussy pussy And weed and alcohol seem to satisfy us all Damn And every time I think of staying wit her She bring that friend around that make a nigga reconsider </P><P>[Chorus] </P><P>[Jae Millz:] I ain't being disrespectful baby I'm just being Millz And I don't know how fake feels so I gotta keep it real I just wanna fuck every girl in the world Every model every singer every actress every diva Every high sadiddy chick every college girl every skeezer Stripper and every desperate housewife that resemble eva My role model is will So married woman or milf It don't matter who you is miss You can get the business Haaaa </P><P>[Gudda Gudda:] These hoes is gods gift like Christmas I like 'em caramel skin long hair thick ass And I swear I'm feelin' all of y'all I'm scrollin' down my call log And I'm a call all of y'all My butter pecan Puerto Rican She screamin' out papi every time a nigga deep in And I'm about to get my Bill Clinton on And Hilary can ride 'em too boy I gets my pimpin' on </P><P>[Chorus] </P><P>[Mack Maine:] And bitch I'm Mack Maine -aine -aine -aine Sanaa Lathan Megan Good Angelina Jolie Hah D Woods For free suites I'd give Paris Hilton all-nighters In about 3 years, holla at me Miley Cyrus I don't discriminate, no not at all Kit kat a midget if that ass soft I break her off I exchange V cards with the retards And get behind the Christian like Dior cause he are Mack Mizzo Baby Cause he arrre Mack Mizzo Babyyyyy </P><P>And I wish I could fuck every girl in the world I wish I could fuck every girl in the world I wish I could fuck every girl in the world I wish I could fuck every girl in the world I wish I could fuck every girl in the world </P><P>Young Mula baby </P>
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