Fire (Remix)
Title | Fire (Remix) |
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Artist | Joe Budden |
Album | More Street Dreams, Pt. 2: The Mixtape |
Release Date | 2003-11-04 |
Description | ? |
Lyrics | [Intro - Joe Budden - talking] Let me just make this statement Loud and clear - Jersey's here Hey, Ja, Joey Triangle Offense do it like ... (whoa) ("what" - repeated in background) (*female voice: "yeah" - repeated*) [Verse 1 - Fabolous] Maybe it's the veinte deuces The twin Jesuses with diamonds in them that's clearer than Grey Goose is Maybe cause I'm in a roofless coupe Or the Hypno I put in they juices I'm the "Joe Millionaire" of rap and one of these chicks Is gonna get picked and gonna get dicked I'm all that and then some, y'all cats have been bums That's pocket change, you call that an income? Tell the way I walk that I'm doin my thing (uh huh) A lot a niggas talk but ain't doin a thing (uh uh) Whatever come in the fall, I do in the spring See I told y'all I'm doin my thing And I'm winnin by a landslide, damn right Don't you see the way they point at this man's ride Now, look at here, I took it there I'mma make this statement loud and clear - Brooklyn's here You might also like[Hook - Joe Budden] That fire, problems in the club, reach for that snub Look dog it's on fire, that's when you turn it up You wanna burn it up, come deal with them riders Small one on my hip, when you hear the clip You got to see fire, when it all hits the wire We gonna light it on fire [Break - Joe Budden] We gonna do it like We gonna do it like (We gonna light it on fire) Triangle Offense daddy Cain (we gonna light it on fire) I know you got somethin more (*"yeah" - repeated*) Don't even hold back Woo, we gonna do it like Yeah get 'em Uh, uh, uh [Verse 2 - Paul Cain] It's the kid with the white and the Canary cross (yeah) Bracelets to match, diamonds clear of floss Convertible hard top in a Carrera Porsche (Cain) I'm young but I'm damn near a boss And of course your boy ride with a thing in the stash box Quick to hit the button, even quicker to blast shots Nobody gonna eat, 'less we see chips This not even funny, not the way we freak chicks My waiters make ladies seasick I'm "So So Def" like a J.D. remix I got enough whips to keep switchin up flavors Drafted outta high school, straight into the majors These haters, fake smiles, but they hardly like me They hate to see me in a party icy Clean white T, sippin on Bacardi lightly Suede low-cut Force Ones, caramel Nikes [Hook] [Break - Joe Budden] We gonna light it on fire Yeah, whoa [Verse 3 - Joe Budden] I got a plan for you amp it up with Jersey's answer The chancellor standin up since him and his man is tough Blam blam, that's what the hammer does Can't jam, son, it's the new hang gun with the camera You pop lip like you got shit That's a minor congestion you not sick Now you wanna call names like 2Pac did Home boy here's a few Glock clips Still Junior like Lou Gossett Joey right back on Overcharge New York to cut the lights back on Before Bloomberg could come get me y'all I send the goons that make tbad things happen in city hall All, K's spray cats, we don't play that Shit, I just always wanted to say that (Yeah) Can't stop, won't stop, shots heard, one shot, gun shot Make your lungs stop, breathe easy [Hook] [Break - Joe Budden] - w/ ad libs We gonna light it on fire We gonna light it on fire (female voice - "yeah" - repeated) We gonna light it on fire We gonna light it on fire ("woop, woop, woop, woo" & "yeah" - repeated until end) |