Jozeemo, Little Brother - Lose It lyrics

I got chickens looking at me from
The left and the right they wanna be wife
All I want is head for the night
See I'm dressed kinda tight but
I'm sweating out my clothes
Cause, I'm hot and I'm sick and
Damn tired of these shows
Let me stop lying, I love being in the light
Cause, I know the crowd waiting just
For me to get it hype
All I'm needing is a mic and
A bag of that sticky
Couple drinks got me feeling
Like a badass niggy
Wanna dive off stage but I weigh two-fifty
I ain't fucking up my threads
Cause I'm way too jiggy hit me
I'ma be up in the back where the woods at
Wanna tour every city
Find out where their hood's at
I don't need a hood rat
Fame gave me booshie ass
And she got girlfriends
Now I'm playing booty tag
You can brag, Jo' keep it moving with a smile
I'm losing my mind
But at least a nigga lose it in his style

Now throw your hands up and lose it
Turn your bottles up and lose it
Spark the kush up and lose it
Turn the music up and lose it
I'm out of my zone, I'm out of Patron
I know I'm 'bout lose it, I'm out of my dome
Now throw your hands up and lose it
Turn your bottles up and lose it
Spark the kush up and lose it
Turn the music up and lose it
I'm going insane, it's part of the game
A nigga 'bout to lose it
I know it's the fame

Uh, it ain't nothing like being
On centre stage with all
The people screaming while me and
My niggas is facing off
Go to your corner homie
You gon' need the taping guards
No scratch that nigga
You gon' need the grace of God
When we finish tonight
You won't want to face tomorrow
The rap, the bling, the cake
Yeah we take 'em all
Cause err'night, them boys they bust asses
On stage they don't play
+fare+ like +bus passes+
I'm Phontigallo, Master of Ceremony
Master of simile and master of metaphor
So you might as well get used to me amigo
Tigallo Tarantino
Top +Dog+ in your +Reservoir+
I wrote this to give niggas direction
I eff Gary Graham so that I
Don't have to play him
I'm on my way home way past third base
When you see 'Te face
Keep stepping to the ace

Now throw your hands up and lose it
Turn your bottles up and lose it
Spark the kush up and lose it
Turn the music up and lose it
I'm out of my zone, I'm out of Patron
I know I'm 'bout lose it, I'm out of my dome
Now throw your hands up and lose it
Turn your bottles up and lose it
Spark the kush up and lose it
Turn the music up and lose it
I'm going insane, it's part of the game
A nigga 'bout to lose it
I know it's the fame

Check, I play the side
Pooh cooler than the mud
White T, low pro, asking who he was
My ?, drink another, now I'm buzz
Cooler than a fan, nobody do it like we does
I'm mic handling, send niggas scrambling
Rapper Pooh hammering, crazy like Cameron
I'm outstanding whenever I dictate
Words over beats
Fuck niggas better get straight
Get great, take plates, eating steak again
Can't wait, back to serve, I'm the baker man
Rock shows, rock hoes, why you hating Stan?
Thought I said ain't nobody like me
Live on stage like Dilated P
No more freestyling, now I rap for a fee
LS 400 or I'm low in a Capri
Either way it go, your girl came to see me!

Now throw your hands up and lose it
Turn your bottles up and lose it
Spark the kush up and lose it
Turn the music up and lose it
I'm out of my zone, I'm out of Patron
I know I'm 'bout lose it, I'm out of my dome
Now throw your hands up and lose it
Turn your bottles up and lose it
Spark the kush up and lose it
Turn the music up and lose it
I'm going insane, it's part of the game
A nigga 'bout to lose it
I know it's the fame