Haystak, Jelly Roll - Clear My Mind lyrics
Jelly Roll [Jason Bradley DeFord] Antioch, Tennessee, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Haystak, Jelly Roll - Clear My Mind lyrics]
Whattup? Hey shawty what it is?
Whattup? Hey shawty what it is?
Whattup? Hey shawty what it is?
Lil' buddy what you want? Some violent shit!
Two step and lay back, still whylin shit
Whattup? Hey baby I got the potion
Take a sip of this and
Put your back in motion
Man I'm like a needle in a haystack
So face that
Go back to the drawing board, connect dots
But can't trace that matter fact erase that
Cause on this great track
Get your face slapped
And I'm straight so don't take that
Try somethin different and shit
So listen and shit
Speakin about what Hip-Hop is missin and shit
I'm bout to fill a void
Ludacris born in Illinois raised in Atlanta
Tote hammer since I was a little boy
Ain't nobody like me, say they wanna bite me
Fight me, step to me now but it ain't likely
People swear they psych me
Just cause he's light-skinneded
With braids in his hair don't mean
That nigga looks like ME
Trick get your mind right
Livin in the limelight
So picture what they'll do for
My jimmy and a Klondike bar, bar, hardy har
Tell yo' momma I'm a ghet-to su-per-star
Only standin five eight but still a big shot
Plus I got a big - clean everyday
Stay fresher than what's in a Ziploc
Tell your man to kick rocks
When I make my pit'stops i'm in
Then it's hard to get me out
Like I'm a slip knot
Born to be a leader and not
No not a follower
Only hang with chicks that got
Mo' twists than Oliver
Not much of a hollerer
But I'd like to borrow her lips
Bringin out the best in me
'specially if she a swallower
Freaky deaky yellow man
And I'm sayin hello man
To all the lovely ladies that like
To jiggle like Jello man
Bigger booty small waist
Put 'em in a small place
And if it ain't no ass where I'm at
Then I'm in the wrong place
Bail like a bondsman, but keep 'em dancin
Got pop potential
Stay black like Bob Johnson
Who the hell is that in that fancy car?
Tell yo' momma I'm a ghet-to su-per-star
And jump down turn around
Pick a bail of cotton
Jump down turn around, pick a bail of hay
Oh lordy, pick a bail of cotton
Oh lordy, pick a bail of hay
Jump down turn around, pick a bail of cotton
Jump down turn around, pick a bail of hay
Oh lordy, pick a bail of cotton
Oh lordy, pick a bail of hay
Still working like a slave
Learning tricks of the trade
In a ghetto state of mind
Say I'm rich and I'm paid
Pickin records like cotton in the
Thick of the day
'Til I'm spoiled and I'm rotten
In a sinister way
Life no different than those on minimum wage
More money but still locked in a similar cage
Either losers of tomorrow or we winners today
Digest that and there's really nothin
Missin to say but
Whattup? Hey shawty what it is?
Whattup? Hey shawty what it is?
Lil' buddy what you want? Some violent shit!
Two step and lay back, still whylin shit
Whattup? Hey baby I got the potion
Take a sip of this and
Put your back in motion
Man I'm like a needle in a haystack
So face that
Go back to the drawing board, connect dots
But can't trace that matter fact erase that
Cause on this great track
Get your face slapped
And I'm straight so don't take that
Try somethin different and shit
So listen and shit
Speakin about what Hip-Hop is missin and shit
I'm bout to fill a void
Ludacris born in Illinois raised in Atlanta
Tote hammer since I was a little boy
Ain't nobody like me, say they wanna bite me
Fight me, step to me now but it ain't likely
People swear they psych me
Just cause he's light-skinneded
With braids in his hair don't mean
That nigga looks like ME
Trick get your mind right
Livin in the limelight
So picture what they'll do for
My jimmy and a Klondike bar, bar, hardy har
Tell yo' momma I'm a ghet-to su-per-star
Only standin five eight but still a big shot
Plus I got a big - clean everyday
Stay fresher than what's in a Ziploc
Tell your man to kick rocks
When I make my pit'stops i'm in
Then it's hard to get me out
Like I'm a slip knot
Born to be a leader and not
No not a follower
Only hang with chicks that got
Mo' twists than Oliver
Not much of a hollerer
But I'd like to borrow her lips
Bringin out the best in me
'specially if she a swallower
Freaky deaky yellow man
And I'm sayin hello man
To all the lovely ladies that like
To jiggle like Jello man
Bigger booty small waist
Put 'em in a small place
And if it ain't no ass where I'm at
Then I'm in the wrong place
Bail like a bondsman, but keep 'em dancin
Got pop potential
Stay black like Bob Johnson
Who the hell is that in that fancy car?
Tell yo' momma I'm a ghet-to su-per-star
And jump down turn around
Pick a bail of cotton
Jump down turn around, pick a bail of hay
Oh lordy, pick a bail of cotton
Oh lordy, pick a bail of hay
Jump down turn around, pick a bail of cotton
Jump down turn around, pick a bail of hay
Oh lordy, pick a bail of cotton
Oh lordy, pick a bail of hay
Still working like a slave
Learning tricks of the trade
In a ghetto state of mind
Say I'm rich and I'm paid
Pickin records like cotton in the
Thick of the day
'Til I'm spoiled and I'm rotten
In a sinister way
Life no different than those on minimum wage
More money but still locked in a similar cage
Either losers of tomorrow or we winners today
Digest that and there's really nothin
Missin to say but