Focus
Album: Joe Budden
Release Date: 6/3/03
Label: Def Jam
Explicit version of "Focus" lyrics
Salutation
I be your host for this evening
Doug B
Shouts is stupid
Still on your block with it
Street ball and the black top with it
Ballin' war to the crackpot
Gat cop with it
Pop the trunk let the bass knock with it
Like
We pump diesel
Raid
All day dog I live in the Carter
Jump off that nigga
Nona seen me with at least two birds like Jack Tripper
Jerse
Breathe
'Cause all my heat stay dirty like a project vent
Whoa
If you focused man would you please rock with it
If you overstand you know
Get focused man 'cause whether hoopty or Rover man
We doin' us
If you focused man would you please rock with it
If you overstand you know
Sing the track down pause
Stop playin' man bring it back down
Pause
Say I got a little X
Ma
Never burberry but you could splurge with rainbow
Trick
Yeah I tell 'em I'm dead broke
Ho! Sing the track now pause
All this paper is the only reason why Shorty wanna call me later
No! I won't see ya tomorrow
How we goin' out to eat? I thought you ain't swallow
Think 'cause I rock jeans and sling rocks
That I'm a wife beater I don't mean tank top
You think I'm a start actin' new
Not to start slappin' you but back to it
No
She fell for the yank unfitted over my eyes
'Cause Joe
Taxi never rove or a five that's how I do
If you focused man would you please rock with it
If you overstand you know
Get focused man 'cause whether hoopty or Rover man
We doin' us
If you focused man would you please rock with it
If you overstand you know
Sing the track down pause
Stop playin' man bring it back down
Crates
Park the V jump out when I need to dump out
Cain
Jump off make it snow or spring but anyway
Clubs
I skips the pat down
Sing the track now pause
Fridays I might stay home
Might run up in a lounge or I might play on
Saturdays P
With his thugs in the whip they follow me from the hood
Sunday I'm gettin' right with a broad
That I probably met the night before
Wait
Low cut like so what with the throw back Nikes
I'm good with somebody's bill
Tell 'em to holla at somebody real ain't nothin' changed
Let's
Stop playin' man bring it back down
Jump off
Doug B
Webb
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