Joe Budden - The Pump lyrics
[Joe Budden - The Pump lyrics]
And he still got Jerz on his back two oh-one
Nine-seven-three-nine oh-eight
Hold up just spittin' that new school
And I ain't changin' the game
I'm just givin' it new rules
Straight from Jerz, it's that kid
And the whole hood was hype about ya
Album 'til we heard that shit, yup
Stay in ya lane, y'all fold, that's plain
As paper, nah, it's paper plane, nah
We ain't the same
Play Ashton, and punk me losers
And I'll dot ya face up
Now you Punky Brewster
Light-years ahead and beyond, scratch that
'Cause, I'm light-years ahead of my comp
Scratch that it'll take 'em like 'yeah'
Light-years to comp
And even that right there's a comp
Now think about it
Niggas got lip, but it ain't no problem
I'll get clips that look like
It ain't no bottom
Dudes run around like a heartless
'Til I go and get the Maggy
Not Marge's daughter
Niggas ain't nice, y'all are garbage all year
And I'm done with this game
Here's a cartridge for ya
See him in a hoop, boys blowing ears all hard
Two forty's on his lap, not the sports bar
Industry is, Interscope's rockin'
Warner is now Def Jam and Def Jam's Arista
Speakin of, try to jerk me, well
Come back a buck fifty, not first week sales
Nigga is this what you want?
Guys and ya metaphors, I'm tired of metaphors
Rummaged through your mixtape, I said 'em all
So as far as these new rappes? I bred 'em all
Gave 'em style to run wit'
But now it's done wit' that sounds old Joe
If niggas can't tell that I'm
The best then they hatin'
Tryna clown ol' Joe
Or they PC prolly download slow, but
Keep talkin' 'til a John Doe spot 'em
Or you hit a nigga with
The long nose like Blossom
Iron ain't a thing, I'm always by myself
Never no security, and I ain't in a gang
Know the bloods, know the crips, vice lords
And latin kings respect they theme
But I know blue and red make green
And I'm about a buck, I don't give a fuck
I'll beat Remy in battle
All you bitches with luck
Fucks, I got that ignorant shit you like
But Clue keep censoring the shit do right
Top of the gun slide, recline and revolve 'em
And you'll have ninety-nine problems too
Truce? Wanna hit me on the cell, I'm T-Mo'
Or sleep with the fishes
You can help find Nemo
It's armies on the strip
And it's wars on the streets
So cop some'in' that help you
Be all you can be ya heard?
This easy, man this shit is way too easy
I do this shit almost like
For a sport, man rap circles around
Niggas, man, easy matter fact, nah
Let it run
Nine-seven-three-nine oh-eight
Hold up just spittin' that new school
And I ain't changin' the game
I'm just givin' it new rules
Straight from Jerz, it's that kid
And the whole hood was hype about ya
Album 'til we heard that shit, yup
Stay in ya lane, y'all fold, that's plain
As paper, nah, it's paper plane, nah
We ain't the same
Play Ashton, and punk me losers
And I'll dot ya face up
Now you Punky Brewster
Light-years ahead and beyond, scratch that
'Cause, I'm light-years ahead of my comp
Scratch that it'll take 'em like 'yeah'
Light-years to comp
And even that right there's a comp
Now think about it
Niggas got lip, but it ain't no problem
I'll get clips that look like
It ain't no bottom
Dudes run around like a heartless
'Til I go and get the Maggy
Not Marge's daughter
Niggas ain't nice, y'all are garbage all year
And I'm done with this game
Here's a cartridge for ya
See him in a hoop, boys blowing ears all hard
Two forty's on his lap, not the sports bar
Industry is, Interscope's rockin'
Warner is now Def Jam and Def Jam's Arista
Speakin of, try to jerk me, well
Come back a buck fifty, not first week sales
Nigga is this what you want?
Guys and ya metaphors, I'm tired of metaphors
Rummaged through your mixtape, I said 'em all
So as far as these new rappes? I bred 'em all
Gave 'em style to run wit'
But now it's done wit' that sounds old Joe
If niggas can't tell that I'm
The best then they hatin'
Tryna clown ol' Joe
Or they PC prolly download slow, but
Keep talkin' 'til a John Doe spot 'em
Or you hit a nigga with
The long nose like Blossom
Iron ain't a thing, I'm always by myself
Never no security, and I ain't in a gang
Know the bloods, know the crips, vice lords
And latin kings respect they theme
But I know blue and red make green
And I'm about a buck, I don't give a fuck
I'll beat Remy in battle
All you bitches with luck
Fucks, I got that ignorant shit you like
But Clue keep censoring the shit do right
Top of the gun slide, recline and revolve 'em
And you'll have ninety-nine problems too
Truce? Wanna hit me on the cell, I'm T-Mo'
Or sleep with the fishes
You can help find Nemo
It's armies on the strip
And it's wars on the streets
So cop some'in' that help you
Be all you can be ya heard?
This easy, man this shit is way too easy
I do this shit almost like
For a sport, man rap circles around
Niggas, man, easy matter fact, nah
Let it run