NBA (feat. Brady G) - Trip Jones

God I really hate that bitch Why the fuck I date that bitch I'm just tryina make it big She always tryina say some shit God I really hate that bitch Why the fuck I date that bitch I'm just tryina make it big I knew I shoulda played that bitch God I really hate that bitch Been past time to make a switch I'm just tryna sell some whips And Grab up on some other hips When I hit it I'm gone dip Roll straight back to the dealership No off the top yea this a script Brady will edit yea he gone snip Puttin Deckard on the Record He gone wreck it Dontchu check it Disrespect it Bitch you fake just like some Nesquick Stole your hoe and got the neck quick Now I'm looking for my next chick Next chick Yahh God I really hate that bitch Why the fuck I date that bitch I'm just tryina make it big She always tryina say some shit God I really hate that bitch Why the fuck I date that bitch I'm just tryina make it big I knew I shoulda played that bitch God I really hate that bitch Why she always talking shit Caught her taking naked pics She was shaking cake and tits Showing clit, throwing fits Claiming this is it, talking shit The hoes snappin' me Why the Side kick flipping off the hip Brady phoning zips Barry loaning whips Now we owning hits This legit AY FUCK THAT BITCH FOR REAL THO CUZ And we smoking zips Rolled up in the spliff Twist it with the wrist Flick the bic Lets get lit I gotta find the right spot Now she choking on my dong In her favorite yellow thong This a Coachella song I just want the bomb From your mom Ooops false alarm Got your next chick in my arms God I really hate that bitch Why the fuck I date that bitch I'm just tryina make it big She always tryina say some shit God I really hate that bitch Why the fuck I date that bitch I'm just tryina make it big I knew I shoulda played that bitch That's no disrespect I had to cut the bullshit So I could cut the check At least I got that neck Fucked that bitch for two years Then cut her off my dick Too bad that she ain't thick She used to want my kid Now she says that I'm a prick I bet she think shes slick Get under him To get over me The thought just makes me sick Fuck that bitch: We were toxic Now I'm cleaning out my closet Got me drippin Like a faucet As I'm making my deposits Hit the Post: I'm like Austin Hittin notes and long hair flossin Always Smoking on obnoxious My next chick gone be a goddess Fuck that modest bitch God I really hate that bitch Why the fuck I date that bitch I'm just tryina make it big She always tryina say some shit God I really hate that bitch Why the fuck I date that bitch I'm just tryina make it big I knew I shoulda played that bitch

Blue cheese Blue cheese Blue cheese Blue cheese So you ask What's up in my doobie? Just know it's something groovy Slow motion like a movie This potion in my coozy You know I got the shew-wee This girl she tryna do me I said she was a doozy She wanna be a groupie She ain't where the crew be She tryna get some Gucci I just want the coochi No time for this hoochi While I'm chasin' blue cheese Blue cheese Yeah I been feeling strange Got these crazy things On my mind frame Who the one to blame In these hazy games Swerving lazy lanes Brazy brains We ain't really with lames I've been smoking strains I've been riding trains Floating through plains I can not complain Hanging with the gang Slurrin' slang Banging Mary Jane Hoping she won't change Eight hours on the track with my homies That's a shift I am tired of the people sleeping on me That's legit Superpowers if I power through the lonely Nights I had to fight, now I'm zoning On a ship Blunts to keep us up, yeah, we cookin Smoke a spliff In the studio I know I'm good lookin I'm a pimp I do all the things that I shouldn't I do all the things that I couldn't Fucked your bitch We blowin' stupid trees The bluest of the cheese We blowin' stupid trees The bluest of the cheese We blowin' stupid trees The bluest of the cheese The truest of the g's With the bluest of the cheese Burning all the green Smoking all the weed This is Zachy D You would not believe Vibing on the beat Guaranteed Riding down the street Bumping Barry G You know that's me! Track number 3: BLUCHZ Smacking endo just to feel the ease Cracking windows just to feel the breeze Sitting back hitting blacks with the team Roll a blunt Don't front Hate when bitches try to stunt Being someone that they're not Tryna play you on the spot But I've been through plenty thots I'm not tryna shoot my shots I can't end up in no plots In no plots Nuh-uhhh Mary J., she save the day No matter what the fuck I say I know that she will never stray You know it help me concentrate To where my paper's never late Got all these bitches tryna mate I'll never take 'em on a date Music we make, I be rollin' to Got me feelin' like I've been spoken to Ask me turn it down, well, no can do If you had blue cheese you'd be smoking too When I had no cheese I was feeling blue Now I got GOAT cheese how Brady do But I'm more Nick Foles in 52 The show's the only thing I'll steal from you We blowin' stupid trees The bluest of the cheese We blowin' stupid trees The bluest of the cheese We blowin' stupid trees The bluest of the cheese The truest of the g's With the bluest of the cheese Blue cheese Blue cheese Blue cheese Blue cheese

They think that they know about it They don't know about it I could go without it Room get kinda crowded And it's hella cloudy I can't see around it I could go without it I could go without They think that they know about it They don't know about it I could go without it Room get kinda crowded And it's hella cloudy I can't see around it I could go without it I could go without Spark a lil something While my trunk a lil bumpin' Shittin' on the beat I be writing when I'm dumping Lifted off my feet But no I'm not jumping Blowin 93 It's not gas that we pumpin' Shows on the street Got the whole block thumpin' Runnin through my tree Like I'm Forrest Gumpin' She say it's real sweet So I had to jump in They say ignorance is bliss You don't know about this I hit I never miss Don't you ever try to diss They say ignorance is bliss You don't know about this We all about our cheese I'm not talking bout swiss They think that they know about it They don't know about it I could go without it Room get kinda crowded And it's hella cloudy I can't see around it I could go without it I could go without They think that they know about it They don't know about it I could go without it Room get kinda crowded And it's hella cloudy I can't see around it I could go without it I could go without I could go without the hate I could go without the love Cause I know that either way I'll make my way and get a dub Chicken dinners on my plate At the pub we shoulder shrug Baby Please is on the speakers Tell the dj turn it up Don't believe us You beneath us When I peak you'll know what's up I have only just begun Did a decade just for fun Now the streaming got me tweaking I can't go without the drugs yuh Making moves like a gif Don't doubt This legit Being broke is a bitch But my friendships rich Come and catch a whiff Sniff a snippet Head split Once I found it I was bounded Now it goes without a hitch They think that they know about it They don't know about it I could go without it Room get kinda crowded And it's hella cloudy I can't see around it I could go without it I could go without They think that they know about it They don't know about it I could go without it Room get kinda crowded And it's hella cloudy I can't see around it I could go without it I could go without

You can ride all day long Another Myke Diesel production (Mike Jones) But you'll never catch Mr. Jones He's got a gang that's far too strong (Ice Age, Ice Age, Ice Age) Your friends know it, that's why you're all alone Chasing a man you can't see (Mike Jones) So just walk away and let him be He's got a shotgun so go back home (Who? Mike Jones Who? Mike Jones) 'Cause you'll never get Mr. Jones (Mike Jones, Mike Jones) I'm back, my music tracks about to sell another mil' My pants stay saggin' from them hundred dollar bills These haters hate but they don't really wanna see the steel These haters hate but they don't really wanna see the steel Had a million in my bank before Asylum bought the deal Had a million in my bank before Asylum bought the deal Before I came I just say the streets wouldn't feel The - that I'm spittin', the - that's real But now I'm like Melo, I'm the king of the hill American dream, I'm livin' that for real Eleven cars later - tell me how you feel Took the diamonds off my teeth And put 'em on my Phantom grill (smile, ha ha) You can ride all day long (Mike Jones) But you'll never catch Mr. Jones He's got a gang that's far too strong (Ice Age, Ice Age, Ice Age) Your friends know it, that's why you're all alone Chasing a man you can't see (Mike Jones) So just walk away and let him be He's got a shotgun so go back home (Who? Mike Jones Who? Mike Jones) 'Cause you'll never get Mr. Jones (Mike Jones, Mike Jones) I used to get dissed by the chicks in the club Now they want to rub my belly, wanna show your boy some love They see me iced up, they be like, "What's up?" Try to jack me if you wanna, I'ma leave you - up Used to roll hatchback, now I'm Cadillac and Benz Used to roll hatchback, now I'm Cadillac and Benz I used to have homies, now I'm like, "- friends" 'Cause even back then all they did was pretend Now I got my own label Ice Age and I'm boss I'm the mayor of this town with the key to that vault All my cars black on black except the one with thick gloss Got another white on white I call that - rick Rick Ross (Ross) You can ride all day long (Mike Jones) But you'll never catch Mr. Jones He's got a gang that's far too strong (Ice Age, Ice Age, Ice Age) Your friends know it, that's why you're all alone (hahahahahaha) Chasing a man you can't see (you can't see me, baby) So just walk away, and let him be He's got a shotgun so go back home (Who? Mike Jones Who? Mike Jones) 'Cause you'll never get Mr. Jones (Mike Jones, Mike Jones) Hey Now make it rain Hey Now make it rain Hey Now make it rain American Dream, album and movie on the way, baby

(Rhythm is both the song's manacle and it's demonic charge. It is the original breath, it is the whisper of unremitting demand. "What do you still want of me?", says the singer. "What do you think you can still draw from my lips?" Exact presence that no fantasy can represent. Purveyor of the oldest secret, alive with the blood that boils again, and is pulsing where the rhythm is torn apart. How your singer's blood is incensed at the depth of sound. Lacerations echo in the mouth's open erotic sky where dance together the lost frenzies of rhythm and an imploring immobility. Ladies and gentlemen, Miss Grace Jones. Jones the Rhythm.) Slave! Slave to the rhythm Dance to the rhythm Axe to wood in ancient times Man machine, production line The fire burns, with heartbeats strong Sing out loud, the chain gang song Never stop the action Keep it up, keep it up Never stop the action Keep it up, keep it up Slave to the rhythm Dance to the rhythm, The rhythm... master... master... Never stop the action, keep it up Never stop the action Keep it up, keep it up. Slave to the rhythm, work to the rhythm, Dance to the rhythm, live to the rhythm. Slave to the rhythm, Dance to the rhythm, live to the rhythm, Slave to the rhythm, work... to the rhythm, To the rhythm, work to the rhythm, to the rhythm. Slave, slave, To the rhythm, to the rhythm, to the rhythm. (Grace) Oh that's weird... (Grace Jones, welcome) Thank you Paul. And if you're wondering what's wrong with my voice, I just choked on my saliva. So... (Now obviously you're in the Bond movie.)