Joell Ortiz - Run This Town lyrics
[Joell Ortiz - Run This Town lyrics]
Never did I think I wasn't that nigga
Couple labels said they couldn't
Sign a fat nigga
I went home got in the zone grabbed that pad
Nigga now they kickin' theyself in they ass
Look they calves bigger
Years later still ain't got a six pack, nigga
My fat belly still jiggles when I laugh
Nigga i coulda stayed on the block
I'm still a crack pitcher
Y'all turned away and Maybach
'fore I Ac vigor
Your wife complaining cause she
Want her ass bigger i'm living life
Erry night I'm like Jack Tripper
Y'all showed your ass when y'all was
All in the mag' pictures
Now you're in the backround
Ya little ad libber
Now everybody won't be buddy buddy
Cause, I stay in the light
Like funny looking money
Nigga I'm nice like your first grade teacher
Y'all niggas' flows fishy
Like mermaid features
Hard not to floss when your bars got a cough
Your songs got the HIV and
There's SARS on your thoughts
If me and you ever lyrically
Sparred then you lost
You on Earth in a lemon I'm
On Mars in a Porsche
And it's a 9-11 like behind oh of course
I ball like playing Rajon Rondo in horse
My condo in New York is
Like an obstacle course
My hallways longer than a far throw to Morse
NY what it do, I do this rhyme shit for you
Walk around like "What's the next
Beat that I'm gonna chew?"
So this what I decided to do
Through all the sweats
And the kicks hit this track and
Now I run it too
Sometimes I hear myself and I'm like damn
That's what happens when I'm in
Front of a mic stand?
My flow is almost as hard as my right hand
You beating me up's like a
Muslim saying he likes ham
Seen niggas come and go overnight fam
One hit careers, my career has a lifespan
Ever wonder what a one hit wonder is
First bat in the pros wasn't single
But he swung and missed
And every fuckin' pitch they threw after that
Can't make contact
The fans scream "This batter's whack!"
When I'm up, they like "Yes, big yaowa papi!"
Cause for years I've been
Clutch like a Kawasaki
Point out anything you heard from
Me that sounded sloppy
Yeah that's right keep searching like
You're out of Sake
Any time I'm in that booth
You get your ass whipped
And I'mma keep on fighting like Brad Pitt
Y'all ain't got the luxury to pick
If you gon' fuck with me
What I spit's crazy like glue
So your stuck with me
So y'all can hate me or y'all can sing along
Competitions dead like a bee
When it's stinger's gone
Couple labels said they couldn't
Sign a fat nigga
I went home got in the zone grabbed that pad
Nigga now they kickin' theyself in they ass
Look they calves bigger
Years later still ain't got a six pack, nigga
My fat belly still jiggles when I laugh
Nigga i coulda stayed on the block
I'm still a crack pitcher
Y'all turned away and Maybach
'fore I Ac vigor
Your wife complaining cause she
Want her ass bigger i'm living life
Erry night I'm like Jack Tripper
Y'all showed your ass when y'all was
All in the mag' pictures
Now you're in the backround
Ya little ad libber
Now everybody won't be buddy buddy
Cause, I stay in the light
Like funny looking money
Nigga I'm nice like your first grade teacher
Y'all niggas' flows fishy
Like mermaid features
Hard not to floss when your bars got a cough
Your songs got the HIV and
There's SARS on your thoughts
If me and you ever lyrically
Sparred then you lost
You on Earth in a lemon I'm
On Mars in a Porsche
And it's a 9-11 like behind oh of course
I ball like playing Rajon Rondo in horse
My condo in New York is
Like an obstacle course
My hallways longer than a far throw to Morse
NY what it do, I do this rhyme shit for you
Walk around like "What's the next
Beat that I'm gonna chew?"
So this what I decided to do
Through all the sweats
And the kicks hit this track and
Now I run it too
Sometimes I hear myself and I'm like damn
That's what happens when I'm in
Front of a mic stand?
My flow is almost as hard as my right hand
You beating me up's like a
Muslim saying he likes ham
Seen niggas come and go overnight fam
One hit careers, my career has a lifespan
Ever wonder what a one hit wonder is
First bat in the pros wasn't single
But he swung and missed
And every fuckin' pitch they threw after that
Can't make contact
The fans scream "This batter's whack!"
When I'm up, they like "Yes, big yaowa papi!"
Cause for years I've been
Clutch like a Kawasaki
Point out anything you heard from
Me that sounded sloppy
Yeah that's right keep searching like
You're out of Sake
Any time I'm in that booth
You get your ass whipped
And I'mma keep on fighting like Brad Pitt
Y'all ain't got the luxury to pick
If you gon' fuck with me
What I spit's crazy like glue
So your stuck with me
So y'all can hate me or y'all can sing along
Competitions dead like a bee
When it's stinger's gone