Текст песни JoJo Pellegrino - Recanize
JoJo Pellegrino - Recanize слова песни
Yo, c`monYo, c`monYo, c`monIt`s the dirty South Shore stuff, c`monuh-uh,uh-uhye-yea,ye-yeaYo, yo, yo, yo, yo(Verse 1)You see I`m hungray, hungray, hungray, hungray!That`s how I`m feelinStarvin when I skit em, mobbin for a livinDoin numbers like a mathematician, rappers be spittinLike a uzi, it`s a Rap Kool GBack in 2G, had em buggin like who`s heIt`s J-O J-OHustlin rap slay-slingin the yay-yo yay-yoDJ`s the jay, put em on a pay roll pay rollHold down the fort, go down to court, throw down the sportFuckin wit Pellewho`s, nuttin`ll ever doMy dogs in heat put it to ya something terribleShmell me, I got a yes manWhen I tell him git em he said yes manAnd if I tell him hit em he said yes manLove or hate we gettin these papesI`m the boss and it`s written all over my faceGet it through ya thick skull(Chorus)Recanize a real don when ya see oneMurderous charm, anything ya need on a armI`m the bomb watch me blow (kaboom!)I try to tell em "ay yo nobody betta than JoJo"Now breathe for me, (recanize)Get it jumpin like please believe, (recanize)Holdin it down so easily, (recanize)Got these hunnies like mezmorize, (recanize)(Verse 2)Guilianni king of New YorkIt`s fact that boss is Italiano, Joey`s a CapoPiss drunk crossin the VerranzanoWit hundreds in bags, punchin the gas, gun in the dashBlowin L`s through the toll booth with a stolen E-Z passAnswer that if you couldIf the engine in the front and you in the trunkthen how you screamin take you back to the hoodSee you rats get it good, fuckin wit PellewhoSuttin rappers`ll never do like point a rat to the SugeGotta Mack then I shouldLet`s do this, bout to sell a hundred unitsThat`s the difference between platinum and woodUsed to fantasize of Lisa watchin Saved By The BellNow the L.S. and chocolate mamis be blazin my cellEven back in school I never had eyes on the black boardsPlayin pocket pool scopin the thighs on the black broadsAnd I never mix business wit pleasureCept when I`m at the record label beefin wit tha fifth on my leverLike you pricks takin foreverBy the way, Chris to Shamika lend me the Caddy for my date to impress herLow on doe so you know I never trick on these broadsI got a million dollar deal but still I`m pullin off scores(Chorus)(Verse 3)I hear rappers frontin a lot, stunt like ya hotThis is rap why you talkin bout ya hustlin rockGot a crib, a couple of guns, and a dropSo what? You need more then an ab roller to build the muscle I gotI`m the B-O double S nuttin lessCame a long way from spittin on the bus to the decksAnd yes remember record execs frontin like they ain`t wit itWanna be Simmons stuntin like Russel ya more like RichardIn a straight jacket I`ma eat this mealFirst name Joey, last name he`s for realC.C.C. had me convinced that he conceitedReally I give a rat`s ass how gangsta you keep it(Chorus 2x)Blow!Uh-uh, ah-ah(Laughs)Ye-yea, ye-yeaSouth Shore Stuffuh-uhSouth Shore StuffPelle-PelleGrino-GrinoYe-yea, ye-yea yea yeaRecanize