JOELL ORTIZ – Phone (Skit)

[Joell Ortiz (unnamed female)]
What? (Why are you hangin up the phone on me?)
Cause I’m not feelin you no more yo
I knew it was like this, I knew you was playin games
(FUCK! That is not true, hello)
(I don’t even hear from you)
WHAT THE FUCK YOU WANT ME TO DO? I’m a fuckin rapper
(I don’t hear from you)
(And, you gave me a fuckin snotty attitude the other day)
(So what the hell I’m supposed to, think?)
You fuckin run around shakin your little
You fuckin, round around shakin
your little fuckin ass at these, nightclubs
and then you fuckin call me when you feel like it
I can’t go through it yo
(And you wasn’t with nobody in the nightclub?)
(Cause you was with a whole bunch of chicks)
I’M A RAPPER!!!!

JOELL ORTIZ – Nursery Rhyme

 

One-two one-two
I said ah-one-two one-two
Right about now is the time
I kick a nursery rhyme (uhh)

[Joell Ortiz]
Goddamn it he did it again, didn’t he?
Hickory dickory dock, the mouse ran up the clock
So it’s time to get the cheese, y’all be rhymin like yo please
I got that second bowel flow, I’m rhymin with the ease
You never see me on lists inside these magazines
But I’m (The Source) of rap discussions, they Vibe-in with Ortiz
In my (XXL) shirt, lion over my jeans
It’s like I’m fightin in Europe, I’m fire overseas!
Hip-Hop’s messiah, bring your sire to his knees
I’m “nevaeh” in reverse, paradise in the P’s
I’m Iron Mike in the ’80s in the black trunks
Act pump ya lyin on your back slump, all my lions pack punch
Who wan’ be rap lunch? Me make your snack chump
Ya likkle pistol pack pack pump, me mac dump!
Fast munch, I reckon you stay away from the wreckin ball
If I swing in your direction I’ll level you all like a measured wall

[Interlude]
The itsy bitsy spider went up the water spout
Down came the rain and washed the spider out

[Joell Ortiz]
I’m the definition of ill, Jack and Jill went up the hill
to fetch a pail of water, I took Jack’s crown and pushed him down
I manslaughter all around the damn border
Optimus in his (Prime), a fuckin Transformer!
Walk in any club I’m the subject of camcorders
So I’m slidin out the back e’ry night with a man’s daughter
Puttin my you-know-what, you know where
No not down there, in between both ears
Leave my seeds on they nose hairs, oh yeah I go there
What the fuck you expect? I fuck necks ’til they throat tears
Embody the projects, symbolize the struggle
Where the kids pawn my object to minimize the trouble
I been in rides with duffle bags stuffed with the crack
Few years later I put them same drugs on the track
Got the globe hot from coca in a flow you can’t toca
So listen close chocha, CÁLLATE LA BOCA

[Interlude]
Twinkle twinkle little star
How I wonder what you are

[Joell Ortiz]
Goddamn I’m the man, Mary had a little lamb
whose fleece was white as snow
I skinned him and ROCKED that lil’ nigga to my show
I be dipper than an O-, R-E-O cookie I’ma milk ‘em for this dough
I’m a pilgrim with the hoes – I could rock a Plymouth Sundance
in dumb pants and still thank her for givin me a blow, job
No prob, they go home I go.. hard
And find another broad to hump free/Humphrey, Bo-gart
John Rambo got ammo for whole squads
I rhyme over a banjo and handle yo’ bars
I’m high and won’t fall like a dope nod
I’m outta here, every rhyme’s a postdated postcard
Don’t mention my name, just keep playin yo’ part
Cause I got a (Gang) of (Wolves), Amadeus Mozart’s
I don’t smile, ain’t gon’ set it
See you in the hospital spellin YAOWA, Yo’ Ass On Wild Anesthetics!

[Outro]
Old MacDonald had a farm, E-I-E-I-O
And on this farm he had you ducks, garbage with your flow
Y’all can’t fuck with Joell
That nigga’s nice!
Y’all just be sayin stuff that only he can understand
Ha ha, the little kids, hehe

Joell Ortiz

JOELL ORTIZ – Murder

Oh yeah, it’s him again! {“Joell Ortiz”}
Y’all know the voice

[Chorus: Gangstarr sample]
Always bless you with a new joint, shit you never heard
I need a place to lay low bro, cause this one is murder

[Joell Ortiz]
Check; cool as a fan, fresh as a new leather
The new member in an argument of who’s better
The cool cheddar keep it New Yorican
In a hoopty gettin brain from a chain on the Major Deegan
The haters speakin, never mind playa
The block ex-crack dime shaver turned best rhyme sayer
The candy chewer, Laffy Taffy over Life Saver
The orgasm every time, that’s what the pipe gave her
The gutter dweller, never nice neighbors
The sour mixin with the Jack Daniel’s to give it nice flavor
The back in the days type gamer
The used to hate Super Nintendo nigga that used to like Sega
The clawed his way in the door rapper that’s like Vega
Never killed nobody, in that booth he’s such a life taker
The every other night somebody else’s wife scraper
The nigga makin veterans look like a 9th grader

[Interlude]
You goddamn right I’m that nigga {“Joell Ortiz”}

[Chorus]

[Joell Ortiz]
Uhh, the talk of the town, clown when we in the party
Karaoke sing on the low but yo don’t tell nobody
The never had nothin, now he doin hella cocky
The haters vomit from the smell of papi
The low caesar with the sharp parts
That might fiend on the scene with sixteens gettin green like a golf cart
The beef lookin at the rest of y’all like Pop-Tarts
Verses got y’all frownin up y’all faces like my mom’s farts
The N.Y. repper, don’t dare side-stepper
The casual dresser, low whites, light sweater
The bike revver on a summer day
The give the DJ so much heat they don’t know which one to play!
The E-1 gunner, used to be up under Trey
Finna drop crack and not look back like a runaway
The have fun every time he in the booth spitter
The take on anybody, old nigga, new nigga

[Interlude]
Y’all think it’s a game?
I ain’t playin! {“Joell Ortiz”}

[Chorus]

[Joell Ortiz]
Uhh, the truth in the purest form
The frontliner, first nigga to shoot when the war is on
The hop on your beat and cruise like the Autobahn
and force radio to play my version of all the songs
The diddy bopper in the city proper
The walk up in the strip club and throw it up like a shitty vodka
The used to be a butt man turned titty clocker
The hop up in the bed and beat it up kitty boxer
Okay, the occasional kitty licker
Only if her box is the shit, kitty litter
The good swimmer, Caribbean beach feet dipper
The Rican whale size of three Flippers
The flow stronger than the current in the winter in the East River
The poker player, top pan with the mean kicker
The hip-hop light, when it was in its darkest hour
The can’t do a song without at least one YAOWA

[Interlude]
This ain’t gon’ stop brother, heh {“Joell Ortiz”}
{“Statik Selektah!”}

[Chorus]

JOELL ORTIZ – Killed For Less (Intro)

They tell me we gonna catch you one of these nights
and we gonna kill you
It don’t matter, it don’t worry me really
cause they all tell me the same
(That doesn’t bug you at all?) Nope
(Some people would say they’d be very worried)
(if someone told them that – why, why, why don’t you?)
Because, y’know
If I’m gonna die y’know
Let it happen now than later

JOELL ORTIZ feat. Iffy The Bad Man & Jim Jones – I Want It All (Remix)

[Hook:]
I gotta get it before it’s too late
Oh I’m a go grab the moment so it won’t sleep away
I just want it all, (I want it all yeah)
I just want it all
I want it all

[Joell Ortiz:]
More money, more money, more money
I wanna feel like new money till I’m old money
We have no money, mami will old money
Now I guess show money mami can blow money
I ain’t stuck now, this is celebration
Poverty strickin hood nigga elevation
Mean I’m just chillin with this adaptation
Tryin to get use for car acceleration
And join all the form penetration man
I can’t believe I fuck with one of those
Those the one from slumdog and them [?] clothes
Bad body pretty eyes extra funny knows
Who knows, I did drama the lucos, I did
When you close your eyes lip dream
Of a beautifully perfect get away
Now wake up and get it no

[Hook:]
I gotta get it before it’s too late
Oh I’m a go grab the moment so it won’t sleep away
I just want it all, I want it all yeah
I just want it all
I want it all

[Jim Jones]
[?]

[Hook:]
I gotta get it before it’s too late
Oh I’m a go grab the moment so it won’t sleep away
I just want it all, I want it all yeah
I just want it all
I want it all

[Bridge:]
I want it all, I ain’t got time to waste
I ain’t got time to waste no
Every minute, every hour I will pay the chase
So baby, on the road to riches
And diamond [?]
You can settle for less when you work for everything

[Hook:]
I gotta get it before it’s too late
Oh I’m a go grab the moment so it won’t sleep away
I just want it all, I want it all yeah
I just want it all
I want it all

JOELL ORTIZ feat. Iffy The Badman – I Want It All

[Hook: Iffy The Badman]
I gotta get it before it’s too late
Oh I’m a go grab the moment so it won’t sleep away
I just want it all, (I want it all yeah)
I just want it all
I want it all

[Verse 1: Joell Ortiz]
More money, more money, more money
I wanna feel like new money till I’m old money
We have no money, mami will old money
Now I guess show money mami can blow money
I ain’t stuck now, this is celebration
Poverty strickin hood nigga elevation
Mean I’m just chillin with this adaptation
Tryin to get use for car acceleration
And join all the form penetration man
I can’t believe I fuck with one of those
Those the one from slumdog and them [?] clothes
Bad body pretty eyes extra funny knows
Who knows, I did drama the lucos, I did
When you close your eyes lip dream
Of a beautifully perfect get away
Now wake up and get it no

[Hook: Iffy The Badman]
I gotta get it before it’s too late
Oh I’m a go grab the moment so it won’t sleep away
I just want it all, I want it all yeah
I just want it all
I want it all

[Verse 2: Joell Ortiz]
I keep a head since [?] I’m disgusting
Cause money feel the end that’s all that I’ve been [?]
You are my properly that means nothing
I’m fresh off the block well I’m a guess so I’m rock skin
Money move everything
So money move everything instead of [?]
We can do anything I’m doing just [?]
Cause I’m Jesus with this rhyme so
Send a few more bottles yeah I send a [?]
This lady show em everything that mami designed it all
Makes sense
So I’m surrounded by damn and now I’m all loud
Response to [?] from being in the crowd to being int he crowd
I’m being and European that’s beating a slow down
And [?] goes down and G’s I can’t believe she’s the [?]
It feels beautiful I tell to feel easy

[Hook: Iffy The Badman]
I gotta get it before it’s too late
Oh I’m a go grab the moment so it won’t sleep away
I just want it all, I want it all yeah
I just want it all
I want it all

[Bridge: Iffy The Badman]
I want it all, I ain’t got time to waste
I ain’t got time to waste no
Every minute, every hour I will pay the chase
So baby, on the road to riches
And diamond [?]
You can settle for less when you work for everything

[Hook: Iffy The Badman]
I gotta get it before it’s too late
Oh I’m a go grab the moment so it won’t sleep away
I just want it all, I want it all yeah
I just want it all
I want it all

JOELL ORTIZ – Intro

Let’s start off with New York rapper Joell Ortiz.
He uhh, dropped an album on Koch then he was signed to Dr. Dre’s Aftermath.
I remember him! And he came up here?
Yup!
He’s the one that was drinkin the 40 in the video.
Right, well he’s not signed to Dr. Dre anymore.
Looks like he was released from uhh, Aftermath.
That was short.
He never even got a chance to put out a single.
That was very short-lived, what happened?

[Joell Ortiz]
I don’t know, shit, you tell me
All I did was made it a title of my new LP (Free Agent!)
I still got the streets in a frenzy
Still got that 40, but it’s underneath the seat in my Chevy
I hop on any beat and I empty
When I’m squeezin my pen be sendin shots, e’rywhere like Dikembe
Rappers that you praise go out their way to befriend me
The rest stay out my way and probably pray they can end me
But let me make this so clear
My career’s on a treadmill, I’m runnin this shit and ain’t goin nowhere
Rockin on the scene with my team, all with no fears (Slaughter!)
‘Til my pockets green like what’s in between my nose hairs (ew!)
Nothin but flow here (look)
Like Puerto Rico when it’s snowin in New York (what) oh yeah I go there
I’m fueled by the energy my foes share
I won’t tap out, y’all assed out like the old Cher
Between me and you, rap dudes is so scared
I’m still in the hood with cashews and a cold beer
So not an industry nigga
Add 20 years and a beard to my elementary picture (Ortiz)
Same kid, same hunger, same drive
And I tip my hat to those that tried
But {“It’s not the same”} – ever felt like you gotta do it? (man)
Well multiply that by a trillion, that’s the YAOWA movement (ay!)
The reason that I get stupid and dumb when the track is movin
In order for God to find me, guess I had to lose it
I’m gone, flow strong but I still add subtractors to it
Imagine the dude you hear now, with a vast improvement
I’m harder than a blind man tryin to reconfigure a plastic Rubik
smeared in the nuclear reactor fluid
I parallel park grind, put my back into it
Know some Heathcliffs with spliffs, bunch of cats that blew it (damn!)
Failure? No, not me
That ain’t gon’ cut it, on my three
Look at sunshine through your cloudy doubt
My whole life been in a ring, don’t ever count me out

JOELL ORTIZ feat. Barrington Levy, Novel – Incredible

Ohhhhhhohhhoh-whoa, ohh-whoa
Thank you Jah for everything
Thank you God for everything
Thank you for your blessings
OHH-ohhh-whoa [scatting]
My LORD!

[Joell Ortiz]
The first time I ever saw me all over again
Lizay[?] – I told her that I know it’s a him
I remember pickin him up and folded him in
my arms, I stared long, I was soakin it in
I wanted to take him home right then, show him his crib
Put his lil’ pajamas on, tuck in his bib
Walk him around his room, he wasn’t much of a crier
So he ain’t really suck a pacifier
I couldn’t wait ’til he stepped out that walker
Even though when he did she crept out to Georgia
Them first couple of years, it was torture
But it ain’t about that right now, I forgive her
And she no longer keeps me away from my lil’ nigga
I see him e’ry summer and holidays in the winter
I can’t believe he 10, wow~!
I thank you for him every second, but let me thank you again now

[Chorus: Barrington Levy (Joell Ortiz)]
Why, what you gave to me is so incredible!
(It’s so wonderful Lord)
Why, what you gave to me is so incredible!
(Words can not explain)
Why, what you gave to me is so incredible!
(My two lil’ boys)
Why, what you gave to me is so incredible!
(Lizay, Jariq)

[Joell Ortiz]
The second time I ever saw me all over again
Jariq[?] – my oldest got a bro to defend
Chubby as can be, hair fuzzy, he’s Jariq
Lil’ loudmouth had me jumpin out my sleep
Give him somethin to eat, burp him and lay him down
Watch him doze off, but first he would play around
He’s still a clown – he pulls up his pants
Do this funny-ass dance, I swear I be on the ground
I just spoke to him on the horn
He said “Daddy, guess what? I wrote a song!”
I said “Let me hear it,” he said “Nope! It’s too long”
I said “Oh you wrong,” man our bond is so strong
I ‘member the eye contact we first made
Now look at him, school bus to first grade
Can’t believe he’s 7, wow!
Thank you for him every second, got another gift from heaven now

[Chorus]

[Joell Ortiz]
Uhh, what you gave to me
The two reasons that I grind faithfully
The two people that make too much not enough
There’s not much to discuss, two fingers go up
If it don’t benefit them I ain’t tryin to chat
My life and sacrifice, man they why I rap
Why I go everywhere and record like I’m wire tapped
Why I’ma hold up a few awards for these fire tracks
Said I wouldn’t spoil ‘em, that ended mad quick
I get ‘em e’rything, cause I ain’t have shit
When they smile, whatever I was mad with
gets tucked away like a fade on my ad libs
Glad my grandmoms got to see ‘em grow
Argue with my moms cause, she be tryin keep ‘em yo
I be havin to take my kids back
Thank you for ‘em e’ry day cause when you made them, you did that

[Chorus]

[Joell repeats his sons' names to fade]

[Outro: Novel]
What you gave to me
And you gave to me, you gave
What you gave to me
What you gave to me, so incredible
You gave to me, yeah yeah
What you gave to me, yeahhhh
Ohhh, yeah yeah [fades out]

JOELL ORTIZ – Hip Hop

Aight now ya’ll, attention please, summer vacation is officially over,

(That’s right)

I hope ya’ll did all ya swimmin’,

(Ah huh)

Went to the pools, went to the beaches,

(Ah huh)

Played dominos, and fucked with the bitches,

(Word)

Muthafuckin went to the amusement park,
and got on all the high rides,

(Yea)

Got ya thrill on, cause ah,
(What?)

School is back in session,
(Yaowww)

[Verse 1:]
I ain’t tryin’ to bring New York back,
I’m just a breath of fresh air,
That good ole’ New York rap,
Slick talk to the track,
C’mon who brought that,
To the game,
Graffiti all on the train,
Get up your name,
I don’t feel how I used to feel,
I’m in my 20′s,
So a new Nas joint used to give me the chills,
In the barbershop tryin to cop a new hot tape,
The Rob Lowe’s is crazy,
The duhops greatest, Hip Hop (Hip Hop)
And yes I’m a fan first,
If you from the south and you snap til’ your hands hurt,
If you from the west W’s in the air,
If you from the east coast act like you from here
The good ole’ 2 step,
The classic head nod,
The thirsty ice grills
Who wants to get robbed? (robbed)
That was the energy in the club,
On the real, that was the energy that I loved,

[Chorus:]
Aww, man, this is, (Hip Hop)
Hands up if you forever a fan of (Hip Hop)
I wake up (Hip Hop)
Go to sleep (Hip Hop)
Dream bout (Hip Hop)
Cause I am (Hip Hop)
Aww, man, this is, (Hip Hop)
Hands up if you forever a fan of (Hip Hop)
I wake up (Hip Hop)
Go to sleep (Hip Hop)
Dream bout (Hip Hop)
Cause I am (Hip Hop)

[Verse 2:]
I ain’t tryin make you dance I just rip beats,
But the soul in my voice give you quick feet,
I don’t know what it’s like to not dig deep,
When I’m holdin’ this mic,
I don’t just beat pip squeeks,
The tides come in and the earth shakes,
200 mph wind I’m your worst fate,
Birthdate,
July 6,1980,
How can your age even matter when you rhyme this crazy,
Awww, man, I gotta think the lord,
Cause with this pen in my hand,
I don’t think that hard,
It just happens,
Wrist action classic in the making,
I kick back, and just laugh I’m happy that I’m amazing,
Look at me, gaze into my eyes, see the poverty,
Now understand why me and this music gotta be,
It’s something that’s inside of me,
And I can’t shake it,
So I embrace it,
And let ya’ll taste it

JOELL ORTIZ feat. Royce da 5’9″ – Finish What You Start

I hear y’all talkin
It’s funny to me (yeah!)
See, where I come from
We act first, ask questions later (c’mon!)

[Joell Ortiz]
If I’m in there the whole place full up
I’ll use your lil’ bar to do a pull-up
Use your wack-ass tracks as target practice
And tell the baddest broads to arch it backwards
For years I wore the same Starter jacket
and beat-up tees with the scars to match it
Jeans with the holes, sneakers with no sole
When Genesis dropped my Nintendo was so old
Oh no, couldn’t have that
I put the pen where the pad at – VOILÀ! Magic
I’ll disappear in the booth, reappear messiah
When I write, call it a night, vampire
Ask around, your boy hot, and I uhh
don’t plan to cool off like a campfire
E’rybody gather round, I’ma tell a story
of a snot-nosed kid, try and smell the glory

[Chorus: Royce Da 5'9" (Joell)]
I, shoot first ask questions last
That’s how most of these so-called gangstas pass
That’s how most of these so-called gangstas pass
That’s how most of these so-called gangstas, gangstas {C’MON!}
I – shoot first ask questions last
A poof! How low, so low, so low, so low
A poof! How low, so low, so low, so low
I (Well I’ma finish what you start!)

[Joell Ortiz]
This for the block mister, the rock pictures
Late night, cranberry and Cîroc mixers
Parkin lot pissers, glock top shifters
Dudes who stay fresh cause they shoplifters
That’s where I come from, so me no run from
bumbaclot pussy drummer boy, rumpa-pum-pum
You no tough stuff, you my son’s son
You just bluff rough, me say come, come
I’ll give it to anyone who wants some
Go silly on they Achilles until they run’s done
I keep a hot line, 9-1-1
Everyone say hi to the hero that won’t go unsung
A moment of silence while I give Pun some
Scream Borrrrricua ’til your tongue’s numb
What’s your angle? Haha, I know mine
If it’s cheese, (Swizz) style, “SHOWTIME!”

[Chorus]

[Joell Ortiz]
I ain’t a troublemaker but my flow cocky
So all the pretty mamis yellin “GO PAPI!”
Man that’s so neat, and y’all so sloppy
When you think I’m done shittin I do mo’ copy[?]
Just love to flex my rap muscle
What muzzle? Dog, you just a Jack Russell
Your bite weak and your bark a lil’ pitch
Relax, you no match for a hard-nosed pit’
I can’t find a track that my bars won’t rip
You guys are sick warrin with the Gaza Strip
When I back out this pen all you guys’ll strip
Like you in Chippendales tryin to wind for tips (haha)
No need to see, slow down and let the leader lead
DJs, bring this back! I’m what the needle need
And I don’t mean to get all mushy like my last bitch
(BLAP!) Damn, I love this rap shit

[Chorus]

JOELL ORTIZ – Farewell Summer

[Joell Ortiz]
Yaowa!
Lot been goin on these past three months
If you don’t mind, I’d like to share it with you

Let’s see, summer of oh-ten
Well right before it kicked off I lost a really close friend
Last time we kicked it was at a show in Coney Island
Fucked with some bitches, I swear I miss my homie whylin
That was bad enough news, like I needed to hear more
Mr. Marshall Mathers is interested in us four
“Us four” being Crooked I, Joe Budden
Royce and myself, but I swear it’s always somethin
When the talks got real, E-1 started frontin
Tryin to cockblock but we handled that, it’s nothin
Listen close, hear it from the horse’s mouth, it’s crazy
The deal ain’t finalized but yeah, Slaughterhouse and Shady
Shows been gettin better, Highline was retarded
When Fat Joe came out New York City went bonkers
Styles P came out and put it down for all of Yonkers
Even Sean Paul ripped it after twistin up the ganja
Closed the show with Jim Jones, you know “Nissan, Honda,
Chevy” had the fans Andretti, that’s a monster
Wish I coulda spit that on the stage at Summer Jam
Can’t complain though, that verse helped me scoop a couple grand
Aside from the music, yeah, copped a new apartment
Two bedroom joint, nothin fancy, lil’ carpet
Marble in the kitchen, cool walk-in closet
A paintin here and there, somethin simple for an artist
If you havin girl problems I feel bad for you son
Well then feel sorry for me cause I had more than one
Like E-1 and Slaughterhouse single, I lost +The One+
Before the us and Pharoahe Monch Canada tour was done
I argue with her like, “Bein insecure is dumb
The only thing that I could get from all these whores is cum”
We did the Skype thing in my bunk on late nights
Always started cool but ended in the same fight
Why I ain’t pickin up the phone once again
It only takes a second to reply to BBM
Baby I don’t know what to say
Maybe it was the 20-hour drive from Montréal to Thunder Bay
Maybe my phone died, maybe I’m sound checkin
Maybe I’m on stage goin in for the crowd sweatin
Either way it’s over, you failed to understand
You was dealin with a star, not your average brother man
On another note, I got to kick it with my sons
Up in Dave & Buster’s winnin tickets, it was fun
Did Rockaway Beach, played some frisbee in the sun
At summer camp they had a Track and Field Olympics and they won
I took it down to Miami on the 4th
Wobbled out a mansion and did cameo of course
Shit I brought to the telly looked like panties on a horse
Freak brain, this bitch said “Nigga, ram me ’til I cough!”
I gotta call the bitch but yeah, Flex see that I’m focused
Droppin bombs like I did to get rid of the roaches
Feels good bein Puerto Rican from the pro-jects
And countries overseas havin a ball like my cojones
This summer I did well settin up for oh-eleven
Comin up on a year my granny said hello to Heaven
My moms still goin through it, e’ry now and then she cries
I’m tryin to bring a different set of tears into her eyes
“Free Agent” is FIRE! The world gon’ see it’s tough
I’ma drop the “Yaowa” mixtape with Green to heat it up
Shout to ICU, the documentary is nuts
Some people on there gone, a lot of memories, but yup
Gotta keep it pushin though the ride gets bumpy
I’ma keep whippin until I get money
Hate to be so blunt, but I came up extra poor
Borrowed from next door, couldn’t get ketchup from the store
The butt of all the jokes cause of the rejects that I wore
Matching perfectly with all the V-necks that I tore
But nope, not no more, my feet keep the sickest kicks
Still doin V-necks but nowadays my shit is crisp
I’m comin for the title boys, hope you niggaz rhyme
I’m treatin this like high school, “A” game every time
Let you niggaz party, go on vaca’, I’ma grind
‘Til e’ry verse I kick is like Pele in his prime
Y’all don’t want a war, be screamin mayday with a nine
Your thought caliber’s no MATCH for this AK in my mind
Don’t get clapped, like sex with a dirty slut
When I’m done with rap, they gon’ hang your boy jersey up
Cause I done been an all-star on all bars
My dad left, and the apple never falls far
So I’m gone like a sports car
Anyone who think they better is just +Wild+, Draw Four card
I did this by myself, no help brother
No more sag, I’m comin for that belt fuckers
Said my prayers, and God called Joell’s number
So stay tuned in the Fall, “Farewell Summer”

JOELL ORTIZ – Cocaine

“We gon’ make it rock and ROLLS, uh!
Hey! All you gotta do, is yell out one word
And the word is, cocaine
CAN YOU DO THAT?! I’ll tell you when…”

[Joell Ortiz]
Uhh.. dear Coke, what’s the deal? How you been?
It been a little second since we was gettin it in
Know I kinda abandoned you, but you know what?
This music shit was promisin, look I’m ’bout to blow up
But I’m never huggin the strip in my old Chucks, tryin to get mo’ bucks
Dodgin the gold truck, we had it sewn up
You ain’t get no cut, still you pumped for me
You was just happy that we both lived comfortably
What up with Dope and them niggaz? They still gettin gwap?
They had the whole block itchin like the chickenpox
Aiyyo Cook, ‘member you used to get in the pot?
Come out actin hard, how many pleas did niggaz cop?
Like how how many ways to get money y’all niggaz got?
And I’ll be down, I post up faithfully at 6 o’clock
But nah, it’s been me and my dudes since day one
We ain’t lookin for partners, step up your game son
Sometimes I wonder if you miss me
Man I miss you even though that life is riskier

(Cocaine, hehehe)

[Joell Ortiz]
My dude, when push come to shove
The reason all them police clowns look in glove
when they stop the V, heard you fuckin with Keisha
You let her start fuckin wit’chu? I know, what’s a brother to do?
She was always sniffin around since, back in the day
She of age now, she know the mind games you played
I know you got her feenin, runnin back for more
Knowin yo’ dirty ass you probably ran up in that raw
So she open (she open) me I’m still datin
This music take all my time and these girls ain’t got patience
But fuck these bitches, what up with these snitches? Is niggaz tellin?
Must be a new day, used to lose your toupees for yellin
Glad that I ain’t a felon, they never caught you with me
If they only knew that you had grew to a quarter a week
I’da been on the phone up north orderin briefs
Sweat pants and somethin white, socks on the feet
But they didn’t, coulda been different
I thought about that while this kite was bein written, listen!

(Cocaine, hehehe)

[Joell Ortiz]
Guess what I’m tryin to say is I’m done
We had fun, not to sound like a jerk but I won
I’m doin things the right way cause you showed me wrong
The people bump our stories when I throw it on a song
I’ma ride this thing out until the motor gone
And when the road get bumpy I’m still holdin on
‘Til I’m out the project grass and gotta mow the lawn
The sky is the limit but you know Joe try and go beyond
But God forbid that don’t work, I never went soft
I’m back in the hood pickin right up where we left off
This is a heads up, don’t count me out dawg
If things don’t go right I’m goin left like a southpaw
Back to punchin dudes in their face for tryin mouth off
Servin all the fiends that be tryin to get they couch off
Aiyyo Coke, don’t forget about the kid
Might need you one day if I happen to get up out the biz
Never forgot where I came from
Where I first started to scoop my little bit of change from
(Cocaine) That’s his name, son

That’s his name, nigga

“Hey! All you gotta do, is yell out one word
And the word is, cocaine
CAN YOU DO THAT?! I’ll tell you when…”

JOELL ORTIZ – Checkin For You

You goin about this all wrong, son
Look at you

[Sebastian Rios]
It’s Friday night, and you just got paid
But you done spent every dime on this hoe, tryin to get laid
But that’s a weak angle (word) that’s what the streets made
You a halfway trick nigga? Make me sick nigga
Okay, you in the spot behind that bitch liquor
That’s cool, but her friends too? She got like six wit her
You Mr. Big Figure? Man you’s a big sucka
It’s (Friday) and you spent e’rything like you Chris Tucker
Let’s knock the move, think these ladies all on you cause you rockin jewels
and you got a face like some model dude (please)
You beyond a fool (look)
Dawg you spendin all yo’ cash, man they got you all gassed like rocket fuel
But you know what? I ain’t knockin you
Whores exist, so you might score and shit, not impossible
If that’s how you want it, then so be it
But you spendin gwap, so listen pop, I hope you go beat it

[Chorus: Sebastian Rios]
You got a lot of talk, know how to put it down
But when you show yo’ face, she don’t come around
She ain’t checkin for ya (nah)
Listen to me young blood, she ain’t checkin for ya – ha ha (ha ha)
You like the way she walk, makes it worthwhile
I’m hearin that’s yo’ lady, but when I come around
She ain’t checkin for ya (nah)
Listen to me young blood, she ain’t checkin for ya – ha ha (ha ha)

[Sebastian Rios]
Fresh car wash, you got your rims spinnin?
You all set to pull over and try to get women
You’ll only get those that’s whip driven
Please, I be big pimpin in wrinkled white tees and ripped linen
I don’t need a item for me to pipe ‘em
Homie my talk game raw, like the meat that they feed the lion
They can talk about how conceited I am
But I ain’t marryin unless she don’t want me, offer me a diamond
See, with you? You gotta spend dough
Cause you a square, and yo’ game’s outdated, you’re Nintendo
And that’s a damn shame, you borrow your man’s Range
to go to the club, and spend your re-up on champagne
Can’t be serious, trick, you weak!
You was producin you probably show chicks your beats
Cause you a (what) LAME! (LAME!) Word
You’re still spendin gwap on that same bird

[Chorus]

[Sebastian Rios]
What your watch like four? (Uh-huh) Your chain like six?
Spendin and try to score, homeboy that’s priceless
But e’rybody can’t do it like this
I keep her here with a beer, some of us must buy Cris’
I got that gift, I do not act stiff
She got her nose in the air, I tell her stop that ish
Please, ain’t no chick better than Joell
But hey, if you choose to spend cheddar, oh well
What can I say? That’s YOUR money
Correction, WAS your money, now that’s that hoe’s money
I laugh from a distance cause, it’s so funny
Look at you hoppin around tryin to chase a snow bunny
You can’t catch her cause, she already caught ya
Our eyes didn’t have dinner, she done ate off mine for ya
I ain’t said a word, she like the way my body talk
I’ma take her to the crib and change her body walk

[Chorus]

[Outro: Sebastian Rios]
Yeah, see that’s how you do this here
You ol’ jive turkey, but ain’t doin it right
You just like the rest of them
You ain’t like me
I done seen ‘em all, son
Big, small, short and tall

JOELL ORTIZ feat. Cashmere, Maino, Solomon, Big Daddy Kane – Brooklyn (Remix)

[Joell Ortiz (Solomon):]
7-1-8, yeah (Brooklyn!)
That’s the borough that be havin dudes tuck in they jewels and all that
Word? (Brooklyn!)
Top model, y’all make it (Brooklyn!)
We’ll take it, c’mon Brooklyn (Brooklyn!)

Ortiz, my whole aura is (Brooklyn!)
If I could do it over again I’ll be from (Brooklyn!)
Dudes don’t do it like dudes do it in (Brooklyn!)
D sets, A-team, y’all remember (Brooklyn!)
Shorties be really ridin to me, they see the (Brooklyn!)
Swagger, lights, cameras, action go (Brooklyn!)
Bandannas, gangbangers flagged up in (Brooklyn!)
Banana clips hang from mad guns in (Brooklyn!)
Yo’ gutta is gutta but yo’ gotta ain’t (Brooklyn!)
Yo’ hood is hood but yo’ hood ain’t (Brooklyn!)
Yo’ slum is slum but yo’ slum ain’t (Brooklyn!)
My block is real cause my block’s in (Brooklyn!)
My glock’ll peel your top back in (Brooklyn!)
My pops had pills so my pops is (Brooklyn!)
Every street {what} avenue, boulevard in (Brooklyn!)
Mi gente, y’all know I rep this hard in (Brooklyn!)

[Cashmere (Solomon):]
Uhhh, yeah
Cashmere, y’all know that I’m from (Brooklyn!)
Sutter Ave., Linden Plaza, that’s (Brooklyn!)
Cypress Hill’s, P.H.’s (Brooklyn!)
Whatever niggaz make, we take, that’s (Brooklyn!)
You niggaz know we keep it live in (Brooklyn!)
Snatchin niggaz chains since ’85, that’s (Brooklyn!)
King do tut, they made a name in (Brooklyn!)
Big Jay-Z, them kings reign in (Brooklyn!)
Lil’ Kim, Foxy got they fame from (Brooklyn!)
Niggaz gettin robbed in The Tunnel, gotta be (Brooklyn!)
Shots fired after the club done, that’s (Brooklyn!)
Upstate Fed time full of niggaz from (Brooklyn!)
Juniors, Albee Square Mall, that’s (Brooklyn!)
Timberland, Champion hoodies, now that’s (Brooklyn!)
Had niggaz skatin out Empire in (Brooklyn!)
Dollar signs, J. Ortiz, now that’s (Brooklyn!)

[Maino (Solomon):]
Yo, it’s my hood, it’s only one king from (Brooklyn!)
Maino baby, my name ring in (Brooklyn!)
You could get your jewelry took dawg in (Brooklyn!)
Ask Steph, we still got your chain in (Brooklyn!)
It’s a few dudes can’t come back to (Brooklyn!)
Heard Lil’ Cease did some rattin in (Brooklyn!)
No stringin gates [?], I brought it back to (Brooklyn!)
Run up on dudes with the mac in (Brooklyn!)
We got crack and dope spots in (Brooklyn!)
Come through, post on your block in (Brooklyn!)
Don’t act like we don’t pop in (Brooklyn!)
You’ll get done like [gun cocks] (Brooklyn!)
Hustle Hard, I started a gang in (Brooklyn!)
Bring Mya through, let her hang in (Brooklyn!)
Them dirty money niggaz think they claimin (Brooklyn!)
But them niggaz is a bunch of lames from (Brooklyn!)

[Big Daddy Kane (Solomon):]
Uh-huh, and y’all know the livest was yet be from (Brooklyn!)
But best believe ya status, the vet be from (Brooklyn!)
Them cats that be movin the weight be from (Brooklyn!)
The kid shootin hoops in the crate be from (Brooklyn!)
Boost the bitches that ain’t fuckin is (Brooklyn!)
Them niggaz to call to chain tuckin is (Brooklyn!)
The cools that’ll chase your ride, now that’s (Brooklyn!)
Young chicks that braid too tight, now that’s (Brooklyn!)
You hear places that get busy in (Brooklyn!)
Staircases stay pissy in (Brooklyn!)
The projects with a loft get sparked kid in (Brooklyn!)
Prospect to talkers, park kid (Brooklyn!)
The streets where the grimiest pop kid (Brooklyn!)
Chicken wings from the Chinese spot, shit (Brooklyn!)
With big drinkin Kane in the front (Brooklyn!)
And out-of-town niggaz claimin they from (Brooklyn!)

JOELL ORTIZ – Big Pun’s Back

Big Pun’s Back!
Big Pun’s Back!
Where all my Puerto Ricans at?
Wave your flags like that

[Verse 1:]
Still not a player I am just here out here tryna crush if it’s phat
Dead in the middle of little Italy blowing her back
Now you can catch me in a cherry red 750 sippin’ on a nut cracker cruising with the semi with me
I seen this hoe tryna stare, she said, “I know you I swear”
I said, “what you said your name was again? And I know you from where?”
High school? Go thata way
Man I’m doin’ it ever night feel like a Saturday
You can’t ruin it ’cause,
See the flow that I have put Joe’s in a bag
Like a toe with a tag
So I know why you mad
When I roll down the Ave., real slow with a bad one making you guys at home look sad, but
Please don’t be like this other dude that was thinkin’ dumb
He tried to snuff Joe, so the Puerto Rican rum
Opened him up put a 6 to his fun,
A couple right hooks put a leak on his gums
Reached back to the TS, homie from the BX, but BKB is where I’m from

[Hook:]
Big Pun’s Back!
Big Pun’s Back!
Where all my Puerto roc’s at?
Wave your flags like that
No need to worry to worry mi Boricuas
Yea your primo is back
Joell Ortiz the new Christopher Rios of rap,
And that’s a wrap!

[Verse 2:]
16 but I’m not done
A few more strokes before I come
I am innocent in a lineup, In other words listen up niggas I am not the one
Ol’ timer, new comer anybody can get it I’m so serious about these ones
This is how I feed my sons
So until the air leaves my lungs
Fe fi fo fum I’m a giant in this one
Take cover when ya’ll hear me come
I’m colossal man, I squash you underneath my feet like gum
I rep the Roc and apple my squad will clap you
When they point that nozzle at you
It’ll heart attack you
Skippin’ on the beat like Pun

[Hook: x2]
Big Pun’s Back!
Big Pun’s Back!
Where are my Puerto roc’s at?
Wave your flags like that
No need to worry to worry mi Boricuas
Yea your primo is back
Joell Ortiz the new Christopher Rios of rap,
And that’s a wrap!

JOELL ORTIZ feat. Ras Kass, Stimuli, Grafh, Gab Gacha – 125 Part 3 (Connections)

[Sample:]
“I don’t know what I’m gonna do.”

[Ras Kass:]
Huh. I do. Get low. Ha

Bar none
When I spit a bar, I spit a [?]
Hennessy, Hypnotic
Patron, Couroisier
Grey Goose
I grill niggas, spit a barbecue
Committing drive-bys out a grey Coupe
When I start drowning rappers, dawg
It ain’t cute
Till every person in they group turn blue like they Snoop
Watch face blue, but I’m grimey duke
I like most of y’all niggas better in your shiney suits
At the hood, after hours, when I’m on the loose
Cause I hang with troops like Sadaam on the noose
So fuck what y’all trying to pass off as the truth
I done jumped from the earth and touched the Universe’s roof
Crash landed back on planet like meteor
Dust off my white tee and lift Lamborghini doors
I keep me a meaty whore
Trini in bikini, apple martini whore
Y’all niggas is CB4
My niggas in CDC
Bounty hunter ECG
Dipping Newports into PCP
Give a mic to me is UFC on Spike TV
Niggas talk gangsta shit but he ain’t one
Till he see that gun and realize nobody really love you
Like New York on VH1
I’m the ghetto experiment
Pop in at any son
Me and the project, project, projecting objects at anyone
Blackjack bitches, that’s 21
Dare any nigga to be a dollar and see
You want the king of the west then holler at me

[Joell Ortiz:]
Who’s been eating? I haven’t daddy
Just been the booth’s Houdini, working my magic scrappy
Industry jabbing at me
I’m just trying to keep my marriage happy
But the politics and the games driving me crazy like an Arab cabbie
Still I never quit
Def Jam’s president, from up the block, around the corner
Down the street, where I’m selling it
Who said, “Joell is sick”?
Man I’m on the deathbed
I wrote this on the bedspread, with IV in my wrist
I am him
The product of a moms who got high and a father who ain’t say “bye” to them
His family that is
Know that y’all can never break me
Look in my eyes, listen up guys… don’t make me
Only a rookie in the game’s eyes
Been doing this since I was yeeh high
It’s alright to be shook
I will turn the first album into a library book
C’mon let’s skim through the pages in my diary, look
18 I rock those stretchers
19 I dropped a 12 inch
Rawkus Records, that’s when I hooked up with G. Rap
It’s nothing, bang
Y’all heard the streets feedback
At 25 I’m the outcome of everything between that

[Sha Stimuli:]
Y’all know I’m everything y’all want to be
I do the shit you never do
I feel it when you look at me
I’d kill myself if I was you
You
See, but luckily I’m not
I used to run in labels like, “You should fuck with me I’m hot.”
By now I could have sold some mills and showed that I was so for real
While your roster fucked around like Lauren Hill’s
Let me stop, I ain’t hating on nobody
It’s like the whole world is waiting on somebody
They say that I’m the obvious replacement
I just say this shit’s a hobby
Lot of new rappers waiting in the lobby
But I’m coming up
Me and Joell, do it so well
Niggas either want to throw shells or ride on our coattails
Oh well
Go tell someone I’m coming
I’m sonning niggas without touching they mother
There’s no one above me
I told y’all that I was a problem
Rappers started studying me like they could solve it
Listen close
I got a 9 times 5
I pop 3 times 2
Add drama, take away your respect and divide you
In half, for your math I do this til I’m through
Living life, breathing breath, I bring death to your whole crew
I don’t know if there’s a better MC
Some people get better with time, I say the getting better with me
I got, I got my rhymes tight, the streets gave Sha light
Now you see me holding C-Notes like the Chi-Lites
It’s The Present motherfucker

[Grafh:]
I got one happy soldiers, esse that clappy clappy toaster
That turn you brains into nasty tapioca
Ewwww
Then I hop back on over
To drop autograph while I’m autographing a poster
I’m in the cut like
Chains stashed in a sofa
I’m Hennessy straight, you a pretty ass glass of mimosa
You a bum, I caught you trying to go half on a soda
You make the change, I use the stash in my loafer
So it don’t matter what I pack in a holster
Cause I slash you till I scratch the plaque off the back of your molar
It’ll cut through the back of a boulder
Owwww
Got a pack full of sodas with a bag of explosives
And they clapping them toasters that can detach your back from your shoulders
After I blow your little daughter out the back of her stroller
And the ricochet will blow her back in the stroller
Cause that gat caliber has the motor out the back of a roaster
Vrrrom
Get drunk and try to spaz you joker
Till I punch you in your face and move your back tooth over
I’ll knock ‘em down your throat
You gag, you choke up
Then I bet by the time your lungs collapse, you sober
Breathe easy
Back don’t ya
I’m a crack donor
So my tax write off is a crack smoker
Aaaayyyyye
I ain’t battling no one so don’t bring a challenger over
If I wanted a challenger I’d battle my poster

[Gab Gotcha:]
I ain’t never met a thug that my slugs ain’t like
I never met one who lived or walked straight, when they all hit right
Head or the back you parents are attending a mass
Centered around that box wood, lacquered in black
With you you laying stiff in the cushion
While I’m pushing a ‘Lac, past the church while your family’s looking
Over your face, me driving over the bridge
With coke in a space sealed by placing a switch
If life is a bitch then she fuck me nice
Boxed up for seven joints now she pregnant, bout to birth me yikes
My first born at least, VS1
My seed cultivating, that love grow out of weed and concealed guns
Triple beam lust
Finger fucking them grams that make twins out of one of my hand
My connect away set me apart
The potential to flood it like when Noah finished building the Ark
Colombian
Moving coke is an art
If Michelangelo was Pablo, Gab Gotcha gotta be Picasso
I rock flows and crush rocks for your nostrils
Clutch glocks that pop when that blow make you hostile
[?] or I unload a clip
And siamese twin your head and the lobby
Silicone tips makes less sizzle
Implants in your chest like fake tits, holes size of your nipples
Nigga

Gab Gotcha. Crown City nigga.

JOELL ORTIZ – 125 Part 2 (Fresh Air)

Yooo-wah! It’s the boy Joell Ortiz
Yo man, we at a half a brick now!
Y’all know the work is fire
HE COPIED IT from me!

[Joell Ortiz:]
Wake up wake up, the verse is here
Mailman hurry up, ain’t no food up in here
We live check to check, the projects steps is wet with piss
Elevator broke, come fix this shit
Mischievous kids steal chips outta the corner store
Find stick, walk through the hood, with a 4-by-4
Eviction letters on your door when your rent late
You riffin like your welfare was supposed to have set cake
We turn the johnny pump up until the wrench break
It ain’t safe, you walk by and get a drenched face
Every other month you sobbin at a friend’s wake
Lightin candies in front of the buildin with Henn’ straight
Chinese food is a gourmet meal
That General Tso’s chicken is always real
Elders call the cops cause the hallways filled
With weed smoke, so when we see Deebo we peel
Deep throat is I’ll from a true bird
So like two-thirds of the time we climb up to the roof, word
Devil beat’s still alive
You can’t park your car anywhere, for them rims they’ll steal your ride
Your whole vehicle gone by the time you realize
Somebody flossin quite often at the other side of Brooklyn
Raise your hand if you spend a night in the book and
Bet you I see more arms than Saddam and his Muslims
It’s cocaine cookin in the pot; smell the fumes?
The finished product got the tenants sellin living rooms
Every time they cop, they singing a different tune
The crack got their brain boiling like a chicken stew
Take a hit or two
And watch you go from heavy-set with a job to out of work and invisible
That’s a pitiful visual but this shit is true
To be honest some of my fam on a mission too
We play lotto and hope that we hit our way out
I stopped chasin that dream, my leg gave out
Don’t be mad, UPS is hirin
Tried that, after the first check came retirement
Back hurtin, my situation ain’t that urgent
Felt like I got ran over by a black ‘burban
Scenarios like that make me the rap Earvin
Magic Johnson, I’m Barry Bonds when his bat workin
Hit maker, mixtape of the year
Can everybody just take a deep breath? Yes!
I’m fresh air, let’s hear all the nonsense
He’s kind of heavy, he’s gonna be hard to market (what else?)
Plus he’s Latin, it’s that or he’s gonna target
So I’m big, so is Big, so is Big Pun
And you know like I know that you know that they both get dumb
So just stop it, know my target is everyone
5-foot Mexicans, Africans that’s 7’1″
I can even cater to all the Native Americans
They can dance around my fire until the rain come
I knew it from day one
It took y’all 2, 555 days to say I’m a great one?
Seven years I’ve been proven and sheddin tears like I’m through with it
Heard a track, went back and ruined it
This music shit made my first baby moms jet
We was broke, I was workin hard on my project
I tried to tell her this is our way out the project
If I don’t go 100% it won’t be no progress
She looked at me like, “Yeah right, you job-less
Tryin to rap, my bags is packed, see you in August”
I had to eat that, she right, we ain’t had money
But the Pampers was there and my son had a fat tummy
All I ask was a little smile support
What I get? Letters in the mail for child support
But it’s cool, success is near, I can taste it
Now you know all the times we argued was time wasted
I took the hip-hop exam and I aced it
Matter of fact, the board of rap didn’t know how to grade it
I’m so left with it, effortlessly
Y’all’ll be left on the shelf if it was left up to me
Left y’all a while ago, made a left in the V.O.
The BQE feel in the water and was left in the sea
Yeah, my flow liquid; too much H2O in it
My system, I ain’t drown, I became a wave and rolled with it
I make it hard for y’all to swim on the track
After I rap, I’m the current that be pushin you back
Givin me dap’s like, puttin your hand up in a hot pot
Did you not know that I’m fire like a pot spot?
If this was hopscotch, you would hop to the next box
I hop to the next park and try to block shots
On the ball court, I’m not of this element
Went to the zoo when I was 3, not for the elephants
Just for the smell of it – I’m a different breed
They should’ve built a cage with a stage and had a Joell in it
My attitude is not celibate, fuck you!
I’ll violate your whole album with a one-two
When I was one, two
I used to take on one, two, three niggaz in battles and won too
About one, two, three years ago
I had a 1-2 inch single on Rawkus that won two
I’m the kind of dude you compare no one to
Your engineer’s a boxer, he gotta punch you
I’m one take with it, they did it, not me
They’s the industry, it’s how they got me
Pissed off, like a case of beer to the face
Great taste, less fillin, I ain’t feeling y’all taste
Dude your praise is weak; seven days a week
Same joint on the radio, course they gon’ say it’s heat
Y’all use hypnotism, play the same beat
Same rhymes all the time got they brain on repeat
Y’all can hear me once and know that I am him
The second comin of nice, I terrorize the pen
Analyze the gems, disregard the ice movement
I’m talkin to jewels that I use when I write, stupid
When I do it, they gon’ stay hatin
Cause I’m a be on top of the game, both feet on my PlayStation
You could try to find a safe haven
But it’s nowhere to run and hide from this undeniable vacation (nah)
Get out the car, I’m in the driver’s seat
The gas tank is full and the ride is sweet
The kind of rank you pull is the kind I eat
The only stripes you’ll earn will remain on your stomach
As the weight loss begins when your income plummets
Send in the news coverage, I will make dudes public
Extra extra, read all about it!
Another artist missin, last seen in an outfit
Had to be desgined by some big name stylist
Any info please don’t be afraid to dial this
718 – y’all motherfuckers ain’t fuckin with me
I’m a violate, I’ll +Violate+ with the likes of 50
You’s a enemy homie if you ain’t ridin with me
Friend or foe, answer the question or I’ll decide it quickly
Feast your eyes on the rookie of the year
The uniform I wear will fit none of my peers
Jump ball is near – GET READY!

JOELL ORTIZ – Marijuana Man

Y’all know who I is
Marijuana Man!
Yaowa

[Verse 1: Joell Ortiz]
Ok, I got the best pot in town
But before you get with me, boy
I want you to shop around
So when you come back this way
You know you dealing with that piff
I’m a king of the spliffs
No ands, buts or ifs
It’s them magazine haze from down MIA
I got 5 G’s a P, don’t worry what I pay
Put your 20′s in a bag
Slide your 50′s in a jar
Made niggas could move hundreds
If they hustled up to par
I drive a nice car off the strength of that plant
Just breaking up a bud’ll have your fingers all damp
I’m Ray? treated like dope
And have my shit stamped
Call it [?] everything I love all you need is one bud
To fuck up your camp
On the grind all the time
Y’all be knowing my steez
Environmentalists be hating how I’m moving them trees
But I can’t stop, that pot keep knots in my pocket
Unless I get shot or knocked, y’all not gon knock it
Who I’m is?

[Hook: x2]
Marijuana man, high as a Marley man
20 in my right, nice philly in my other hand
I’m a hustle man, I’m just tryna double, man
Stack a couple hundred grand
Keep everybody puffing man

[Verse 2: Joell Ortiz]
I got it all colors
What kind of smoke are you trying to do?
Looking for something sweet and smooth?
Right this way: I’ll show you them blues
The best part about this, go ahead and toss it on that scale
That this only a.7, this bud is puffy as hell
Want something a little stronger?
I got something that’ll hurt you
Follow me over here — see that right there?
Yeah, that’s that purple
The bud’s a little tighter
And I”m sure you’re smelling fumes
It tastes just like it smells and that high?
It packs a peww, now this fella right here
He’s both fluffy and he’s right
His nickname is “Albino”, he’s a rhino and he’s white
I’d leave him in a jar so they could see him and get hyped
Cause he’s drenched in THC
Looks like a tree with Christmas lights
And last but not least: he’s plain green
But he can push! Grand-daddy of them all
Look at his swoosh, they call his “Kush”
Now it costs a little more — but my oh my will this one go
And so there you have it bro
Last thing left it get this dough
Who I is?

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Joell Ortiz]
You can dabble with the other stuff
And made a lot of paper
But a couple guys I knew got hit with numbers like the Raiders
Real stand-up dudes, they ain’t even mention a player
So I switched hustles — cash ain’t as fast
But it’s much safer
I’m in and out of state
Without even half of the risk
A weed case is like a bracelet
Little slap on the wrist
But enough about getting locked
Cause ain’t nobody getting caught
Everybody getting guaped
The whole world smoking pot, baby!

[Hook]