Songtexte Whuts Hot - Oran Juice Jones Ii , Redman

Ladies and gentlemen
And you say, Brick City

Yo, ay, what the blood clot?
You can't tell me, nigga, what's hot and what's not
I'm trying to hit the billboard with a buckshot
I'm in a trench, I ain't working from a desktop
Punk, I feel good
Boy, I'm still hood
I stand firm like I wish a nigga would
I'm built different, half nigga, half machine
And then hip hop, the bitch y'all done dragged the queen

I'm damn near 50, I don't need the homage
I can still drop an album and change the climate
I blow minds all the time, I'm sort of Nirvana
And women, I leave a swole, go ice shanana
Like Quincy Jones, my music is timeless
That willpower I drive, don't gotta lie, man
I damage your kids ears, gon' read the fine print
Y'all do anything for media content

Facts, I eat a lot, 'cause I'm a heavy hitter
Always ready, so I ain't gotta get ready, nigga
I'll flood your town, wash away the penny niggas
So tell mother nature I'ma break the levy with her

Ho do that bruh, this what I rap for
Ratchet combo homie, don't get clapped up
Brick City made me a winner, look at that bruh
The fire I'm spittin' leaving my lips, chapped (boss)

Since B-Boy Stance is in the boombox
With the blood clot
You ain't doin' hip hop
Ooh I can't wait until this drops
You can't tell me nigga what's hot and what's not

Ayy with the blood clot
You can't tell me nigga what's hot and what's not
I'm tryna hit the billboard with a buff shot
I'm in a trench, I ain't workin' from a desktop
Black on black crime, black on black nine
In my day, it equals platinum, black mines
Now the generation is full of millennials
And I ask, what the fuck is a millennial?

Either you live right, nigga, or die young
At any hour, I rush you for my soon young
A father figure, turn quick to a father nigga
Hits the phrase, are you a monkey or you gorilla?

There's B-boy stances in the boombox
With the blood clot, you ain't doing hip-hop
Ooh, I can't wait until this drop
You can't tell me, nigga, what's hot and what's not

Since B-Boy's stances in the boombox
When you blood clot, you ain't doing hip hop
You can't tell me, nigga, what's hot and what's not
Ladies and gentlemen
You can't tell me, nigga, what's hot and what's not

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