New Joc City (Intro)
It's Goin' Down
He Stayed in Trouble (Interlude)
Do Ya Bad
Don't Play wit It - Big Gee, Yung Joc
Excuse Me Officer (Interlude)
Dope Boy Magic
Patron
Flip Flop - Cheri Dennis, Yung Joc
I'm Him
Hear Me Coming
I Know You See It
Yung N***a (Interlude)
1st Time
Knock It Out
Picture Perfect |
| » It's Goin' Down « |
[Lil Boi]
This a nitty beat (boing)
[Nitty]
Here we go again
Ghettoville U.S.A. (uh Oh)
You know I got by the name nitty right (uh huh)
I gotta introduce you to another motherfucker out my squad right (who dis nigga mane)
Dis nigga go by the name of jock (jock?)
He resides in collegepark (collegepark cp)
But for right now what we gotta do for y'all (what we gonna do)
We gotta give y'all a hit (huh)
[Verse 1]
Niggaz in my face
Damn near er' day
Askin a million questions like
Jock where ya stay
Tell 'em collegepark
Where they chop cars
Eat 20 grand spend a grand at the bar
Jest bought a zone jays on my feet
I'm on that patron so get like me
69 cutlass wit the bucket seat
Beat in my trunk bought it just for the freaks
Catch me in the hood posted at the sto
Pistol in my lap on the phone countin dough
If a girl choose let her do her thang
Just like her mama nice ass, nice brain
Er'body love me I'm so fly
Niggaz throw the duces er'time I ride by
I know ya wonder why
I'm so cool
Don't ask me just do what cha do (ok)
[Chorus: repeat 2X]
Meet me in the trap its goin down
Meet me in the mall its goin down
Meet me in the club its goin down
Any where ya meet me guaranteed to go down
[verse 2]
Verse numba 2 do the damn thang
Cubes on my neck pockets full of ben frank
When I'm in the mall hoes just pause
I pop a few tags give me that on the wall
Time to flip the work make the block bump
Boys from the hood call me black Donald Trump
Dope boi magic seven days a week
Numba one record long as nitty on the beat
Oh I thank they like me betta yet I know
Lights camera action when I walk through the door
Niggaz know my crew we certified stars
Valet in the front 'bout 35 cars
Bitches in the back
Black beamer coups
Girls like girls time to recruit
If ya got a problem say it to my face
We can knuckle up any time any place
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
Time to set it off let these nigga know
Have ya every seen a Chevy wit the butterfly doors?
I ride real slow no need to speed
Gotta make sure ya see the buckets on my feet
Feds on my trail but they don't thank I know
I keep my hands clean cuz I never touch dope
Every time I see 'em look 'em in the eye
Ask 'em how I know its me surprise!
Put it in the air rep where ya stay
Take a step back blow the kush in they face
Stuntin is a habit let 'em see the karats
I'ma make it rain nigga I ain't scared to share it
[Chorus]
[Outro]
Yung Joc...
Nitty strikes again
This a Nitty beat
Playmaker
So So Def motherfucker |
| » Do Ya Bad « |
[Chorus]
If its a problem
Gon let me know
And if it aint shit
Nigga gon let it go
But while it's on my mind
I need to let you kno
Them choppas on deck
And i aint afraid to let em' go
[4x]
Yea i'll do ya do ya (do ya bad do ya bad)
[Verse:]
[2x]
You on that dumb shit, aint wit it man
Thats the main reason murders get committed man
It can go down any minute man
Whole squad jump out that black on black many man
So you betta be quick and on ya toes
Where dem choppa bullets stop nobody knows
Babies crying niggas dying all ova da place
Mamma crying cuz is blood all ova her face
This is not a game this is not a test
Swiss cheese ya brain mayne you be laid to rest
I'll bust yo head ask questions lata
Throw yo duces sianara to you hatas
[Chorus]
[Verse:]
I don't know ya bitch she don't know me either
I suggest you keep it moving if you wanna keep her
You don't want these problems thats a bad idea
Machetti have ya ass running like diarrhia
Nobody move nobody get hurt, shit
If i pull dat tube errybody hit da dirt
Look dis could be da boy dat if you only keep it coo nigga act like you growin steady still in middle
Schoo nigga you dont really want dis beef bra put in back in the freeza
You'll freeze up when I pull the heat then squeeze pull them knees up
This is not a game this is not a test slow ya roll fo' you be laid to rest
[Chorus]
[Verse:]
I'll sell you wet dope just to make it wheigh rite
Call dem boys set you up in broad daylight
Yea i'll bang ya bitch i'll do you bad
9 months later now she screamin yur da dad
If you loose ya bun say i neva found da shit
If i owe ya guap pay ya ass wit counterfeit
Oh yea i'll flex ya nigga don't think i caint
Have my broad put some suga in ya gas tank
Catch a break line slash ya back tire
When ya crank ya car ya engine catch fire
Now i don't kno what you been told
But these are free prescriptions
??
[Chorus] |
| » Patron « |
(Oh, shit! What up Chino Dolla?)
New Joc City, (Here it is, Block..?..)
But right now, you 'bout to witness a nigga gon' of dat patron. (Hu-huh, alright).
I'm talkin' 'bout 7 shots (7 shots? whooo-hoo, shit?! Boyz in da hood).
The next 'round on you nigga, (Alright) hah-hah.
Now what I want ya'll to do… (Whatcha want me to do?).
Take that shit to the muthafuckin' head. Let's go…
[Chorus]
This ballers zone, J's on my feet
Im on dat Patron, so get like me [X2]
Er-er'body love me, boss so fly,
Niggas throw dey deuces er'time I ride by [X2]
[?]
C'mon, me tell me what it do, I do it for the 'A'.
When the top drop, rock the platinum Cardier.
Got that Microsoft, so they call me Bill Gates.
Ice links around my neck, lookin' like I build gates.
I'm Mista Amoco, yea I got the pumps.
Pockets on swoll, lookin' like they got the mumps.
Im 'bout my change, gotta get the riches.
From the look of thangs ya'll gettin' J.C. pennies.
Pass dat Patron, the limes' right der. Rock with it, lean with in my nik'er.
Wink my eye at cha bitch, now wishing now she could touch.
See the J's on my feet and she love the diamond cuts.
Fresh to death, everyday, like I jumped up outta caskets.
Ask Chino Dolla about that dope boi magic.
Connected like apartments, keep one in the cartridge.
Chevy seats ostrich, name in the carpet.
[Chorus]
[Yung Joc]
I mix Patron and ever glow, I call it antifreeze.
Take one sip a drop off to her knees.
Mista V.I.P, get like me. Ice piece on white beat', I call it Iced-t.
Cush by the seven's I call it Mike Vic. She call me officer I hit her with my nightstick.
My swag so mean, anger management.
You call it what you want, I'm on some mo' eleven shit.
These niggas wanna hate, godammit we can handle it.
Mad 'cause I got juice, call me Tropicana bitch.
Joc feel good. Joc buy the bar. Catch me in the hood pimp, rollin' on a 'gar.
I plead to the Judge, I'm guilty of the charge.
Imma balla-holic, can't help it Imma star.
You see the yellow ice, you holla "Oh my God!"
Tynna guess the price, "Eh, 'bout thirty large."
[Chorus]
[?]
Er'body wanna know, how I do my thang?
Yea I get money and I let my nutts hang.
Pull up to curb, cut it to the left.
My rims sittin' tall 'til I a dim the knee-steps.
I just see what I want, then I go get it.
The apple jelly Chevy with peanut butter in it.
So don't get mad, Pimp keep it cool,
I hang with them goons and the boys keep them tools.
I hustle all day, thas just how I live,
Stackin' them big faces, give 'em strippers dolla bills.
Check the dictionary for a P.I.M.P,
When you look it up partna, tell me who ya see?
Young G, Young C, yea thas me.
Twenty-eight G's, on my feet twenty-three's.
[Chorus (X2)]
Im on dat patron,
So gon on dat Patron, so gon on dat Patron, so get like me.
So gon on dat Patron, so gon on dat Patron, so gon on dat Patron, so get like me.
Get like me, get like me,
So gon on dat Patron, get like me |
| » Hear Me Coming « |
[Chorus x2]
All the hoes lose they mind when they see me stuntin
Dope Boys lose they mind when they see me coming
All the haters get to runnin when they hear that choppa drummin, Blllluuupp, blllluup bumpin
[Yung Joc]
Y'all ready know, ya ain't even gotta wonder
I was voted number one rapper to drop this summer
A one hit wonder, how the hell ya figure that?
My rhymes like crack, fiends screamin, "gimmie that!"
I'm being like a monkey, and that '73 dope
Need a desert eagle, reefer smellin like a skunk
Got a bitch named Judy, with a real big booty
Blue star keep a nigga riding cuji
If it's a problem, I suggest you let it go
Got some killas over there, more hellan than the lord
I beat the block up
You can hear me when I'm comin
If it's a problem then the choppers start drummin, drummin
[Chorus x2]
My niggas flip birds
Your niggas flip burgers
My niggas got work
Your niggas just workers
My niggas, we get hurt
Your niggas is unheard of
My niggas murder
Your niggas get murdered
My niggas win niggas
Your niggas get drenched
My niggas play the field
Your niggas ride bench
My niggas is quarterbacks
Your niggas just recieve
With a single flinch boy, your niggas retreat
My niggas take the coke and they let the shit cook
Your niggas experiment with dope and get hooked
Now ain't that something, let the story get told
As the plot thickens and the script unfolds
[Chorus x2]
I get back around three
We can do it more again
Message to them hater middle finger to the wind
Let my chain swang, with a limp in my walk
Baby hush ya mouth, respect a pimp when he talk
Everybody know that I do it for the hood
Help feed the hungry, now my homies all good
Word on the street, Joc got the heat
Suede on the seat, 28's on the feet
Two bottle of Crys, baby go on spend money
When ya add it up now I'm drinkin red money
My wrist gone froze
Make em jump out of they clothes
Go ahead drink tonite, cuause tommorrow you gotta go
[Chorus x2]
Ha ha ha, nigga
Rookie of the year, play ya postition nigga, ya'll fuck boys stop ya husstlin, ya'll niggas know how we
do it. Ya'll know what it is. All the way from the motherfuckin west side to the south side nigga. ML
king, Fabora, Four-five, the whole Four block, Three-tweny. Whats up Koolaide? Yeeaahh. Rest in peace my
nigga Steve, Chris Terry, Lil' Mike, Black Horace, we gonna take it to the motherfuckin southside nigga.
College Park! Ya know what I'm talkin about. Born and raised, Shady P nigga. What it is. I see ya out
there Tony V. Carl Moe, what up nigga? Fresh stat from college park. I see ya nigga. Ain't nothin but
love, ya'll know how we do it. Yung Joc! Block entertainment. Bitch! Shorty Slick, where ya at? Ya up
next nigga. And I'm outta here. |
| » I Know You See It « |
Inny meeny minny mo
How many bitches from the club wont go
(i know you see it, i know you see it)
Im like inny meeny minny mo
How many niggas from the club wont go
(i know you aww it, i know you see it)
Now you can call me tipdrill, they playing my song
Throw a couple ones, then she throw away her thong
When she bust it open, take a picture with my phone
She love my cologne, i call it perk body zone
Now she pussy poppin', it's goin' down
Slap the waitress on the booty, tell her "get another round"
And when i make it rain, money all over the ground
Fresh force ones, sean john button down
And then im like "oh boy, a clique fulla stars"
Big four fifth, big dick, and big cars
At the end of the day, when its all said and done
I need four freaks 'cause i need more than one
[CHORUS]
Inny meeny minny mo
How many bitches from the club wont go
(i know you see it, i know you see it)
Im like bim bam, i know you want some
She chewing on the dick like a piece of bubblegum
(i know you see it, i know you see it)
Im like inny meeny minny mo
How many niggas from the club wont go
(i know you aww it, i know you see it)
Im like bim bam, i know you want some
You chewing on the pussy like a piece of bubble gum
(i know you see it, i know you see it)
I aint never been the type to show off in the club
Real laid back poppin' plenty bottles of
Bub, dont smoke but i got much perk
Get that nigga real high, make him slurp it then burp
Could you be a groupie? i hear you singin' my song
Like i see you, lemme feel your tongue
Its T, miss B nigga, let me get you laced
Take a step back, blow the pussy in ya face
I aint talking cush nigga, im talking a rat race
So many to choose from, give 'em all a little taste
Gotta house fulla pussy, the madam of hip hop
My bitches are superstars, so gushy you needa mop
Yea
[CHORUS]
Inny meeny minny mo
How many bitches from the club wont go
(i know you see it, i know you see it)
Im like bim bam, i know you want some
She chewing on the dick like a piece of bubblegum
(i know you see it, i know you see it)
Im like inny meeny minny mo
How many niggas from the club wont go
(i know you aww it, i know you see it)
Im like bim bam, i know you want some
You chewing on the pussy like a piece of bubble gum
( i know you see it, i know you see it)
I got stacks on deck, snowflakes on my neck
New J's on my feet, make my outfit complete
(i know you see it, i know you see it)
I got stacks on deck, niggas love my flow
Got a mohawk blowin', air forces that glow
(i know you see it, i know you see it)
Inny meeny minny mo
How many bitches from the club wont go
(i know you see it, i know you see it)
Im like bim bam, i know you want some
She chewing on the dick like a piece of bubblegum
(i know you see it, i know you see it)
Im like inny meeny minny mo
How many niggas from the club wont go
(i know you see it, i know you see it) |
| » 1st Time « |
(Marques Houston, Yung Joc)
[CHORUS X2]
It aint nothing like the first time
Im tryna tell you i can blow your mind
Baby if i touch you here and kiss you there
Gonna fall in love shorty, best beware
[VERSE ONE]
This aint no love song
More like a cut song
You say your day was long, well tell daddy whats wrong
Imma tell you one time -- just relax and unwind
Whisper sweet nothings now you blushing, chills down your spine
Oh yea you hot and tempted
Oh no not pretty ricky
But when you grind on me
Imma leave you hot and drippin
Slip in those satin sheets
Now go and roll over
Oh yea its up and down motions like a rollercoaster
I see she up on top
You all on my jock
Imma do it nonstop, until your cherry pop
Imma keep going and going, the energizer bunny
Mr long john all in your tummy
[CHORUS X2]
It aint nothing like the first time
Im tryna tell you i can blow your mind
Baby if i touch you here and kiss you there
Gonna fall in love shorty, best beware
[VERSE TWO]
Wont you let me introduce ya to thug karmasutra
This aint no lovey dovey (nah) but watch how i seduce ya
Girl im the man, i- i- im the man
I push the right buttons and the sex on demand
Oh yea i like it slow
Baby be easy
Ooo, watch ya teeth
Baby be easy
Tell me your vicky secrets, tell me all the dirt
You smell like peaches, must bath & body works
Love the way your body work, imma make your body rock
Once you climax, you feel the aftershock
(i know i got you hooked on this lovin'
Dont get it twisted, we just cutin' baby)
[CHORUS X2]
It aint nothing like the first time
Im tryna tell you i can blow your mind
Baby if i touch you here and kiss you there
Gonna fall in love shorty, best beware
[VERSE THREE]
Yea i know i know, i still aint went soft
But i gotta go, lets hit the shower baby, its time to rinse off
I'll wash yours, you wash mine, i adore it the first time
I blew yours, you blew mines, sometimes i'll drop you a line
But look dont tell nobody, just keep it on the low
Not your best friend, not your cousin, nobodys gotta know
I know it sounds crazy, but thats just how it is
Yung J-O-C, long live, long live
[CHORUS X2]
It aint nothing like the first time
Im tryna tell you i can blow your mind
Baby if i touch you here and kiss you there
Gonna fall in love shorty, best beware |
| » Knock It Out « |
[CHORUS X2]
Yea, i been there
I done that
Knock the pussy out, now she running back
So I knock the pussy out
Knock it out, knock it out
I knock the pussy out
Knock it out, knock it out
[VERSE ONE]
First thing first, I likin' all kinda hoes
Some go to school, some dance with no clothes
Mama name me Joc 'cause I do the damn thang
When I throw the dick they come back like boomerangs
Beat the pussy up like a ole beat machine
Oop, there it is, bring a friend, tag team
Then I beat 'em up like the woofers in my vert
I give her tylonel 'cause she say her jaws hurt
Need a chick like Trina, make her dreams come true
Baby when I cum, guarantee you cum too
And like big 6, the dick hypnotize minds
I put that on my mama baby if you think I'm lyin'
Lil mama I'mma (beat it up)
All night I'mma (beat it up)
That mouth, I'mma (beat it up)
That back, I'mma (beat it up)
That's right I've ...
[CHORUS X2]
I been there
I done that
Knock the pussy out, now she running back
So I knock the pussy out
Knock it out, knock it out
I knock the pussy out
Knock it out, knock it out
[VERSE TWO]
1 + 1, then that equals two
Bitches on deck, one for me and one for you
Just the way i like, straight A-Town
Meet me in the room, guarantee it go down
Yea, your baby daddy mad, you woulda spilled the beans
Don't get mad 'cause she on my drill team
I turn virgins into sex fiends
I turn nightmares into wet dreams
Make a jookbox wet, make her think she on her cycle
Hit her from the back, then i grab her by the micros
Make her touch her toes til her knees turn weak
Neighbors complain 'cause they say they can't sleep
Lil mama I'mma (beat it up)
All night I'mma (beat it up)
That mouth, I'mma (beat it up)
That back, I'mma (beat it up)
That's right I've ...
[CHORUS X2]
I been there
I done that
Knock the pussy out, now she running back
So I knock the pussy out
Knock it out, knock it out
I knock the pussy out
Knock it out, knock it out
[VERSE THREE]
When it's time for round three, strap on another glove
T.K.O, now the hoe all in love
She love to call me tyson when i nibble on her ear
I hit her wit a combo, now she call me holyfield
I know it sound vulgar but that's the way she like it
Got the worlds biggest (shhh), dont matter, just dont bite it
No I'm not conceited but see i keep it trill
Playboyz shout it, Mr Black and decradrill
Yea your girl say my name, please dont take offense
Have 'em bent like this, suckin' on some gangsta shit
I dont think it's worth it if you really want the truth
'cause at this phrase in time she givin' brain in the houpe
Lil mama I'mma (beat it up)
All night I'mma (beat it up)
That mouth, I'mma (beat it up)
That back, I'mma (beat it up)
That's right I've ...
[CHORUS X2]
I been there
I done that
Knock the pussy out, now she running back
So I knock the pussy out
Knock it out, knock it out
I knock the pussy out
Knock it out, knock it out
[REPEAT X2]
Lil mama I'mma (beat it up)
All night I'mma (beat it up)
That mouth, I'mma (beat it up)
That back, I'mma (beat it up)
That's right I've ... |
| » Picture Perfect « |
[Background] Uhhhhhyeeaaah
[Joc's Dad:] Everything that glitters ain't gold baby
[Yung Joc:] I hear ya Daddy
[Chorus x2]
I'm choppin 24's
Blowin good dro
Yeah, I got plenty Hoes
Life ain't picture perfect
Yeah ya see the ice
And I dress nice
Make 'em look twice
Life ain't picture perfect
Yeah I'm blowin on some good lime
Skatin on two 85's
Wouldn't believe half the shit thats skatin through a niggas mind
745 complimented with leather and wood
Chickens on my dick cuz a nigga fresh and smellin good
Jack boys plottin on my stacks on deck
Wanna put the Tec to my chest for the ice on my neck
Oh yeah it's easy to attain it all
Harder to maintain it all
If you want a pierfect picture only god can paint it dog
Niggas in these videos with multi-platinum projects
Can't even get credit cards
And they Momma stay in projects
How is that? Scracth my head
Somethin don't seem right
Ya teeth full of ice
So when ya smile I seen lights
Seems like I'm hatin I'm just statin the facts
I ain't feelin to smile in ya face and put a blade in your back
Now try not to get caught up on the way shit looks
Cuz everything ain't picture perfect, just listen to the hook
[Chourus x2]
Yeah I'm off in magic city
Trickin them ass and titties
Bitches blowin me kisses makin me wanna hit it
I must admit, got a good chick and she been holdin me down
But I ain't fuckin around cuz there is too much shit goin around
Like the rims on my pickup
Scared to get my dick sucked
Nigga run into the clinic even from a hiccup
Pick up the pieces from the fuckin puzzle
I'm affiliated with niggas who murder, rob and hustle
Plus you think I'm ballin cuz I'm poppin Crys and spendin G's
I'm just tryin to drink away the pain that killed my nigga steve
Nigga please, I ain't shit
Cookies and cream
Feelin like Marvin it make me wanna holla and scream
[Chorus x2]
Now half the shit ya doin already been done
And that's why half my niggas dead, locked up or on the run
That dope money ain't sufficient it don't last all ways
Niggas trap all night in project hallways
All day long niggas front like stars
On them big ass rims that most than they cars
Spent 300 on a outfit a hundred on some nikes
But his baby needs wopes, diapers and pedialite
And you prolly' got a cousin, brother or a friend
And this song sound like it from begging to end
Then again it might be me
And I'm tired of the nonsense
Can't sleep at night cause I got a guilty conscience
[Chorus x2]
[Background:] Cant you see? [over and over until it fades out] |
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