Joell Ortiz - Project Boy lyrics
[Joell Ortiz - Project Boy lyrics]
Ugh slow the music down just a tad
"The projects" ugh
"Boy!" yeah
Dat sound good right there
Joell Ortiz yaowa! Premier what up, man? Ugh
"The projects"
Goddamn it, I done did it again
I swear them cameras flash every time
I pick up a pen
What y'all spit sugar-coated
I be spittin' that phlegm
Cause where I come from
Little dudes got guns bigger than them
And crack heads smoke anything that
Fit in that stem
And little girls do grown men just
To sit in that Benz
I'm from the projects, boy (What)
I'm from the projects, boy (What)
If you're not from there listen close
I drop some knowledge boy
Night, time you hear thunder
From the hottest toy
If you upstairs you sayin' prayers
Hopin' it's not your boy with police around
It ain't just to lock you up (Nah)
They hope somethin' look like a gun
So they can pop you up
See me, I play it smooth like a hockey puck
If I ain't writin'
I'm in the room with a stocky slut
It ain't friendly outside
Cause like 'rybody po' for that
Doe you can go let me let 'rybody know this
"Now this here is for the projects" "Boy!"
"Now this here is for the projects"
"Strong or not" "This is rap"
"That's all you got"
See where I come from
Motherfuckers get home from up top
And the kids they used to send
To the store own the spot
And them young boys don't give a
What if you old or not
We talkin' lizard shorty shit and
He will roast your knot while you was gone
He got it on and moved that dope and rock
But before them roosters cock-a doodle
Do he post the block
Yeah, that's a projects boy (What)
Yeah, that's a projects boy (What)
If you ain't from here listen close
I'll drop some knowledge boy snitchin'?
We don't allow that
Man, you tell and you dead
The repercussion be disgustin'
Put Joell in the Fed
Somebody clothes and shottie smoke till
Their melon is red
In the streets my name hold
Weight like elephant legs i'm a projects boy
Crooper's P's be here they let me in and now
It's locked like pezzy hair
Oh you don't get it? Let's please, be clear
It's like I went celibate
Cause ain't nobody fuckin' with
Ortiz this year
"Now this here is for the projects" "Boy!"
"Now this here is for the projects"
"Strong or not" "This is rap"
"That's all you got"
Man, I love where I'm from
You can call it the hood
Call it the ghetto, call it the gutter
Call it the slum i'm callin' it home
That's where I roamed all my life
This trouble is all I know
So that's all I write (Listen)
My family my friends, we are not all alright
(Nope) so when I pick up this mic
I rhyme with all of my might
I'm from the projects boy (What)
I'm from the projects boy (What)
If you ain't from there, listen close
I'll drop some knowledge boy
See I ain't got to listen close
You make a lot of noise
I hear your whole conversation every word
The project walls thinner than
My Blackberry Curve
When I was young my moms and
Pops got on my every nerve
With all that arguin' until that check hit
And them food stamps held them
Down like a TEC clip then daddy made an exit
Mommy couldn't accept it
In and out the crib for that next hit
That project shit, nigga
"Now this here is for the projects" "Boy!"
"Now this here is for the projects"
"Strong or not" "This is rap"
"That's all you got"
"The projects" ugh
"Boy!" yeah
Dat sound good right there
Joell Ortiz yaowa! Premier what up, man? Ugh
"The projects"
Goddamn it, I done did it again
I swear them cameras flash every time
I pick up a pen
What y'all spit sugar-coated
I be spittin' that phlegm
Cause where I come from
Little dudes got guns bigger than them
And crack heads smoke anything that
Fit in that stem
And little girls do grown men just
To sit in that Benz
I'm from the projects, boy (What)
I'm from the projects, boy (What)
If you're not from there listen close
I drop some knowledge boy
Night, time you hear thunder
From the hottest toy
If you upstairs you sayin' prayers
Hopin' it's not your boy with police around
It ain't just to lock you up (Nah)
They hope somethin' look like a gun
So they can pop you up
See me, I play it smooth like a hockey puck
If I ain't writin'
I'm in the room with a stocky slut
It ain't friendly outside
Cause like 'rybody po' for that
Doe you can go let me let 'rybody know this
"Now this here is for the projects" "Boy!"
"Now this here is for the projects"
"Strong or not" "This is rap"
"That's all you got"
See where I come from
Motherfuckers get home from up top
And the kids they used to send
To the store own the spot
And them young boys don't give a
What if you old or not
We talkin' lizard shorty shit and
He will roast your knot while you was gone
He got it on and moved that dope and rock
But before them roosters cock-a doodle
Do he post the block
Yeah, that's a projects boy (What)
Yeah, that's a projects boy (What)
If you ain't from here listen close
I'll drop some knowledge boy snitchin'?
We don't allow that
Man, you tell and you dead
The repercussion be disgustin'
Put Joell in the Fed
Somebody clothes and shottie smoke till
Their melon is red
In the streets my name hold
Weight like elephant legs i'm a projects boy
Crooper's P's be here they let me in and now
It's locked like pezzy hair
Oh you don't get it? Let's please, be clear
It's like I went celibate
Cause ain't nobody fuckin' with
Ortiz this year
"Now this here is for the projects" "Boy!"
"Now this here is for the projects"
"Strong or not" "This is rap"
"That's all you got"
Man, I love where I'm from
You can call it the hood
Call it the ghetto, call it the gutter
Call it the slum i'm callin' it home
That's where I roamed all my life
This trouble is all I know
So that's all I write (Listen)
My family my friends, we are not all alright
(Nope) so when I pick up this mic
I rhyme with all of my might
I'm from the projects boy (What)
I'm from the projects boy (What)
If you ain't from there, listen close
I'll drop some knowledge boy
See I ain't got to listen close
You make a lot of noise
I hear your whole conversation every word
The project walls thinner than
My Blackberry Curve
When I was young my moms and
Pops got on my every nerve
With all that arguin' until that check hit
And them food stamps held them
Down like a TEC clip then daddy made an exit
Mommy couldn't accept it
In and out the crib for that next hit
That project shit, nigga
"Now this here is for the projects" "Boy!"
"Now this here is for the projects"
"Strong or not" "This is rap"
"That's all you got"