Joe Budden - Old School Mouse lyrics

rate me

You now listenin to a different type of boss

Abstract, they cut him from a different type of clothe

Jers say that mouths want a different type of soft

Only started when I was lookin at different type of lofts

Told em, I'm a don, show me somethin with a pool next

I need four bathrooms, it ain't gotta be a duplex

White tee, boots yes, see 'em in a suit next

Or somethin European shirt lookin like a two X

Runnin for the ball like I'm Plaxico Burress

Or in Cancun breakin a back on a brunette

Gimmicks down pat like they rehearse that much

I don't response to a sublime, it ain't hurt that much

Yea I scream out Jers that much

Cause these other dudes fightin for New York like it's worth that much

And these sitcom niggaz caress and hold bitches

To them they 'golden girls', to me, they old bitches

Chicks lookin at G-Ucons lookin to cheat you

Owe a nigga money, you know he lookin to see you!

Niggaz lookin to beat you

Fiend treat the hood like its Saw part two, cause they just lookin for needles

I wake up grateful that I'm breathin first

Cause dudes'll kill you, they don't need a reason first!

These niggaz'll still hit em

They know the hood is too poor to hire CSI, and Gil Grissom

Nowadays, gotta keep a blue steel wit em

I know about snakes, cause I used to deal wit em

Used to give my heart, used to rob, steal, wit em

Let 'em meet mom, share my last meal wit em

To rap now, you ain't gotta have skill wit em

Just appeal...witta lil bit a' rhythm

A dude has that and ready to attack y'all

You gotta kiss ass or else you get blackballed

If you don't like niggaz, still give 'em dap y'all

I swear to God this hip hop shit is a trap y'all

I don't even remember how I used to act y'all

Something wrong wit the math, I know I can add y'all

I came out screamin Desert Storm everyday

And soon as I stop, he don't wanna play

Stacks sayin what you did for Clue, shit I just laced it

I didn't even know that dude was doin his tape, shiiiitt

He don't want the fame no more, its fuckin wit me

Don't hear Reasonable Doubt the same more

I can't listen to Blueprint (Naaw!)

Got a resentment toward Hov, tryin to hate on em, throwin in my two cent

They say don't bite the hand that feeds you

Even if I wanted to, I can't, no teeth to

Don't get me wrong, I still got love for Clue and Hov

But they both rich, so what that gotta do wit Joe?!

I gotta bring home food for Joe...Trey that is...

Like, fuck why I say that shit?!

See, girl why you take that shit, but it's just how I feel, so naw, don't erase

that shit

Child supports a bitch, but I take care of mine

But the Lord just say I ain't there for mine

And the judge I look at (what about?)

Don't wanna hear, nor do he understand that things got pushed back

I'm sittin here with all this anger, stop me

He's like what about this thing called a Gangsta Party?

Must think I live life like it's a Gangsta Party!

I'm 10 seconds away from a gangsta robbery, nigga!!

No four leaf clover, I can't luck up

Feel like removin the seeds and gettin fucked up

Feelin quick temper, somebody bound to get fucked up

I feel like everyone around me's a fuck up

Ratchet on me, I'm screamin out What What

Bout to live life like my last buck's up

I ain't got time to run around stuck up

Not when I just seen a group of niggaz gettin stuck up

So you damn right, I'm on my grind

Look like some shit is on my mind niggaz

Need to talk, but nobody to turn to

So I go to horoscopes in the Jersey Journal

It's always somethin bad, I don't know why I read it

Then I play it off, its fake, I don't believe it!

Smoking like two packs a day

Still got about five cartridges stashed away

And that's just were I'm at today

I'll be in a better place if I just pass away (Sike!)

Just hop in the casket and lay

That's old school mouse, move on, put the past away