Freestyle Joint lyrics translation: LUKE Freestyle Joint song texte and letras LUKE Freestyle Joint tab, paroles and testo LUKE Freestyle Joint Karaoke and Music Video - none yet
featuring Clayvosie Debonaire Fresh Kid Ice JT Money)
Intro: Luke
Awwwwwwwww shit! Ha ha yeah! Luke Records in the motherfuckin`
house we gon` freestyle this thing for the 1993 yo yo ....
Clayvosie in the motherfuckin` house!
Home Team in the mother motherfuckin` house!
J T a Money money Poi son Clan in the motherfuckin` house!
*Aak!* Fresh Kid Ice in the motherfuckin` house!
Fre sh Kid Ice in the motherfuckin`, house,
*ak!*, Clay-vo-sie, just get on the mike and do what ya like!
Verse 1: Clayvosie
`Vosie gettin` busy in motherfuckin` `93
Freakin` all the hoes and gettin` plenty pussy
So when it comes to hoes you call me Mr. Peepin` Tom
When you`re home alone you might wanna gimme some
Then here I go creepin` in your window
Bend that ass over and I`ma fuck you like a dirty hoe
You know I`m pimpin` all hoes in the `90s
The only place I want a bitch to stand is behind me
`Cause I`m cool like that, with my big-ass gat,
And my sawed-off pump in the back
For any nigga with beef in their fuckin` teeth,
Wanna be like a player but you can`t compete
So I be fuckin` hoes, and fuckin` up niggas
And still gettin` paid, so watch me get bigger
Brand new, on the scene with my nigga Luke
>From the bottom, niggas, so what you wanna do?
Chorus(4x):
[`Let`s take it to the stage, sucka!`]
Verse 2: Fresh Kid Ice
Out of Chinatown, bitches on the dick
And I`m just rappin` to a Kid Ice flick
From a plate of rice to a pot of gumbo
I`ll eat ya ass up `cause it`s time to rumble
`Cause your bitch is on the dick `cause of who I am
The Fresh Kid Ice, the Chinaman
Comin` from the bottom, straight to the top
Comin` clean and housin` your spot
Hoes, they love me `cause they say I`m crazy
Since I`m runnin` `round town, pluckin` them daisies
Whip ya whole ass when I fuck her
`Cause I`d rather a bitch who`ll kneel down and pucker
Luke put me down, and I come off
Since I fucked your hoe, I`ma piss you off
Fuck with Chinaman, and you die
When my black bag open`, gunshots run wild!
Chorus
Verse 3: Debonaire
Well hey yo, I`m catchin` wreck
Chillin` by the projects, money got the high-techs
Goin` till the break o`dawn, never see bed
Get red when I said, got gats plus the (???)
Flip-time, better parlay in front o` me
I`m goin` out and showin` out shots from the uzi
Once again I`m here to buck the fate talk game
Magazines get picked like shirt to bloodstains
I`ma serve heat to the chumps who forget theyself
I`m steppin` back from the crowd and then it`s on
I got the hand-skills for the county kid big man
So, money-grip, better chill with the ill
It`s the Beatstreet, not the same Jay (?)
Home Team boogie down in the house and it`s on
And ya don`t stop, punk crews can`t top this
Bad land`s in the house (?) I`m out to rock it, Beatstreet!
Chorus
Interval: Luke
Yo, it ain`t nothin` but a lil` freestyle thing to do! Home Team boogie in
the house, Clayvosie, Clayvosie, Fresh Kid Ice, twice as nice, yo, check
this out - Mike Fresh on the beats, Eddie mix` on the mix, yours truly,
just swervin` and curvin` this thing. Yo, JT Money - tell these niggas
`bout some of that Rufftown Behavior!
Verse 4: JT Money
Time to rip, money-grip, a nigga tired of waitin`
Pass the mic like Marino, I`ll catch it like Mark Clayton
Yeah, it`s that nigga,
JT in effect, and my dick`s gotten a lil` bigger
So I`m talkin` more shit in the Nine-Tre
Fuck the police, `cause motherfuckin` crime pays
Peace to them hoes that suck dick
If you don`t, go get hit by a truck, bitch!
I kicks the raw shit, not the flaw shit
Pull out my 4-5th, niggas hit the floor quick
Peace to Ram and my main man U-Y
If I could sing I would shooby-dooby-doo
While I might be rippin`, nobody else is rippin`
Peace to the homies, fuck them niggas that be trippin`
Poison Clan niggas in the house, don`t fuck around
Peace! I`m out, comin` from Rufftown, nigga!