Salaam Remi, Joell Ortiz - Box Talk lyrics
[Salaam Remi, Joell Ortiz - Box Talk lyrics]
Box talk box talk
Let this shit go around once
You nah' mean? let it do it's due diligence
Check (Yaowa)
I should get my liquor license
I'm just out here with bars
Lied when I said I'm from
Mars, I'm actually from far, another quasar
But hey y'all, let's not go AWOL
I'm built for every war
No metaphor said before can
Describe shit like this
Slight twitch, I might just
Go in the booth and turn up every mic switch
To frequencies of high pitch
Communicate with the beat 'til
You take a defeat
I'll RuPaul you in your hood
Drag your name through the streets
Nothin' sweet
Catch diabetes seizures staring at heat
That I keep up under the
Fleece stuffed with London geese
Ovengold turkey and cheese, bag of Funyuns
Jeez can a nigga eat what he wanna eat?
I ain't sexy, I'm street
Fuck bitches with my Timbs on my feet
And a toothpick in my teeth
While we listen to Sheek
I tried to fuck Cherokee
She just ain't get in the Jeep
When it come to digging these freaks
I pass out and pass gas
Basically I do this shit in my sleep
The pussy good, you get a kiss on the cheek
And then a kiss on the cheek
Back to business went from rags to riches
Got rich and threw the rag back
On my head after the bread, let's get it
I blame Brooklyn for the vulgar
Talk and shoulder walk watch them cars
Drive-bys is like a motor sport
Shout out to my downtown niggas
Who literally hold the Fort
Might slight over to Barclays and parlay
At 40
40 with the 40 on me, I know the security
My jewelry ain't too gaudy
But niggas is corny
Sometimes you got make examples and
Add to your story
Every legend that I know went through
To hell to get glory
I want the DeLorean parked near my 740
I'm stressed
Jogging in the park at like 7: 40
My oldest son said he sexing his shorty
Told him I don't want no episodes of Maury
Cover your Ortiz up
And don't be laying up with fourteen sluts
With fifteen hundred dollar butts from DR
Be smart but, if he anything like me
He'll be a fucking retard
You know the apple never falls too far
I fucked every apple bottom
That came too close
Oh, this the second time you came? You gross
I got a love hate relationship with squirters
I love to see it happen
Hate I gotta change the curtains
And my comforter, but some of
'em is worth it, wet
Box talk box talk
Let this shit go around once
You nah' mean? let it do it's due diligence
Check (Yaowa)
I should get my liquor license
I'm just out here with bars
Lied when I said I'm from
Mars, I'm actually from far, another quasar
But hey y'all, let's not go AWOL
I'm built for every war
No metaphor said before can
Describe shit like this
Slight twitch, I might just
Go in the booth and turn up every mic switch
To frequencies of high pitch
Communicate with the beat 'til
You take a defeat
I'll RuPaul you in your hood
Drag your name through the streets
Nothin' sweet
Catch diabetes seizures staring at heat
That I keep up under the
Fleece stuffed with London geese
Ovengold turkey and cheese, bag of Funyuns
Jeez can a nigga eat what he wanna eat?
I ain't sexy, I'm street
Fuck bitches with my Timbs on my feet
And a toothpick in my teeth
While we listen to Sheek
I tried to fuck Cherokee
She just ain't get in the Jeep
When it come to digging these freaks
I pass out and pass gas
Basically I do this shit in my sleep
The pussy good, you get a kiss on the cheek
And then a kiss on the cheek
Back to business went from rags to riches
Got rich and threw the rag back
On my head after the bread, let's get it
I blame Brooklyn for the vulgar
Talk and shoulder walk watch them cars
Drive-bys is like a motor sport
Shout out to my downtown niggas
Who literally hold the Fort
Might slight over to Barclays and parlay
At 40
40 with the 40 on me, I know the security
My jewelry ain't too gaudy
But niggas is corny
Sometimes you got make examples and
Add to your story
Every legend that I know went through
To hell to get glory
I want the DeLorean parked near my 740
I'm stressed
Jogging in the park at like 7: 40
My oldest son said he sexing his shorty
Told him I don't want no episodes of Maury
Cover your Ortiz up
And don't be laying up with fourteen sluts
With fifteen hundred dollar butts from DR
Be smart but, if he anything like me
He'll be a fucking retard
You know the apple never falls too far
I fucked every apple bottom
That came too close
Oh, this the second time you came? You gross
I got a love hate relationship with squirters
I love to see it happen
Hate I gotta change the curtains
And my comforter, but some of
'em is worth it, wet
Box talk box talk