Joe Budden - Last Dayz lyrics
[Joe Budden - Last Dayz lyrics]
Flow sickly, ridin' bumpin' old Biggie
Roll wit' me, or lose weight, Nicole Richie
Fuck Plat, if I don't reach diamond fame
I'll treat a nigga's face like
That ol' Simon game
I figured out why men try us
Cuz we OD on rims, and thin tires
For that we len bias all it take is a punch
He ain't brave- he a punk
I'll put his family in boxes
Meet the Brady Bunch
Yo, how y'all feel ya'selves?
Should kill y'all'selves
Us Cowboys don't need u, u Bill Parcells
& u don't gotta empty ya
Pockets when the k's out
Whatever u holdin' is mine, u my pay pal
See ion't get y this guy is a threat
I'll make his life?finet for a
Pie to the neck ride or die
Or do both nigga ride 2 the death
I'll a capella the whole left
Side of his chest
Not retiring, still got that pension pending
Try an pop the hood, and c the engine missing
Double barrel, shotgun
Have ya men get missin'
She got 'Pretty Brown Eyes'
And she in Mint Condition
Or that cigs in the car, u dissin' mwoi?
Take the ratchet
Go home and just Chris Benoit
Tell a bird like it is
U promised the broad i one line 'em
U Isiah Thomas the broad
Look I can send a clip cartridge
At the nemesis target
And catch a ROR on some Jena 6 charges
Nah, I'll put that thang away
Ion't even need a whole hairdo to clip 'em
All it take is one finger wave
Been in the bing for days show u how Im real
Come home 2 the truck wit
The Optimus Prime grill
Handed out crack, I had the scene poppin' off
They not sleepin' on him
The fiends is nodding off
All real - tell me how is you a thug
And u superman?
I just seen u in the club doing the Superman
A bunch of clowns holmes
All I need n this world is the pound
Chrome Huxstable Brown Stone
Major paper, cake by the layers
If these dudes is live?
I'm the created player
They callin' 'em kings, when they so-so hot
Something wrong wit that picture
Must be photoshopped
I don't promote violence but when
Toting that thing- blam
Arms start waving like the
Carlton Banks dance
But when them tools go pop
And move whole blocks
Come around wit'cha dawgs, and get kujo shot
These emcee's is lame
Tryna b an emcee wit brains
These nigga is Mc brains i'm being nice
These rappers is far from being nice
I'm on a rooftop recording
Niggas is being snipped that's light
& Shout-out to Ransom too
I won't hold that shit against u
U dead nigga one ya'self, jersey!
Roll wit' me, or lose weight, Nicole Richie
Fuck Plat, if I don't reach diamond fame
I'll treat a nigga's face like
That ol' Simon game
I figured out why men try us
Cuz we OD on rims, and thin tires
For that we len bias all it take is a punch
He ain't brave- he a punk
I'll put his family in boxes
Meet the Brady Bunch
Yo, how y'all feel ya'selves?
Should kill y'all'selves
Us Cowboys don't need u, u Bill Parcells
& u don't gotta empty ya
Pockets when the k's out
Whatever u holdin' is mine, u my pay pal
See ion't get y this guy is a threat
I'll make his life?finet for a
Pie to the neck ride or die
Or do both nigga ride 2 the death
I'll a capella the whole left
Side of his chest
Not retiring, still got that pension pending
Try an pop the hood, and c the engine missing
Double barrel, shotgun
Have ya men get missin'
She got 'Pretty Brown Eyes'
And she in Mint Condition
Or that cigs in the car, u dissin' mwoi?
Take the ratchet
Go home and just Chris Benoit
Tell a bird like it is
U promised the broad i one line 'em
U Isiah Thomas the broad
Look I can send a clip cartridge
At the nemesis target
And catch a ROR on some Jena 6 charges
Nah, I'll put that thang away
Ion't even need a whole hairdo to clip 'em
All it take is one finger wave
Been in the bing for days show u how Im real
Come home 2 the truck wit
The Optimus Prime grill
Handed out crack, I had the scene poppin' off
They not sleepin' on him
The fiends is nodding off
All real - tell me how is you a thug
And u superman?
I just seen u in the club doing the Superman
A bunch of clowns holmes
All I need n this world is the pound
Chrome Huxstable Brown Stone
Major paper, cake by the layers
If these dudes is live?
I'm the created player
They callin' 'em kings, when they so-so hot
Something wrong wit that picture
Must be photoshopped
I don't promote violence but when
Toting that thing- blam
Arms start waving like the
Carlton Banks dance
But when them tools go pop
And move whole blocks
Come around wit'cha dawgs, and get kujo shot
These emcee's is lame
Tryna b an emcee wit brains
These nigga is Mc brains i'm being nice
These rappers is far from being nice
I'm on a rooftop recording
Niggas is being snipped that's light
& Shout-out to Ransom too
I won't hold that shit against u
U dead nigga one ya'self, jersey!