JOJO PELLEGRINO - Recanize lyrics

rate me

Yo, c'mon

Yo, c'mon

Yo, c'mon

It's the dirty South Shore stuff, c'mon

uh-uh,uh-uh

ye-yea,ye-yea

Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo

[Verse 1]

You see I'm hungray, hungray, hungray, hungray!

That's how I'm feelin

Starvin when I skit em, mobbin for a livin

Doin numbers like a mathematician, rappers be spittin

Like a uzi, it's a Rap Kool G

Back in 2G, had em buggin like who's he

It's J-O J-O

Hustlin rap slay-slingin the yay-yo yay-yo

DJ's the jay, put em on a pay roll pay roll

Hold down the fort, go down to court, throw down the sport

Fuckin wit Pellewho's, nuttin'll ever do

My dogs in heat put it to ya something terrible

Shmell me, I got a yes man

When I tell him git em he said yes man

And if I tell him hit em he said yes man

Love or hate we gettin these papes

I'm the boss and it's written all over my face

Get it through ya thick skull

[Chorus]

Recanize a real don when ya see one

Murderous charm, anything ya need on a arm

I'm the bomb watch me blow (kaboom!)

I try to tell em "ay yo nobody betta than JoJo"

Now breathe for me, (recanize)

Get it jumpin like please believe, (recanize)

Holdin it down so easily, (recanize)

Got these hunnies like mezmorize, (recanize)

[Verse 2]

Guilianni king of New York

It's fact that boss is Italiano, Joey's a Capo

Piss drunk crossin the Verranzano

Wit hundreds in bags, punchin the gas, gun in the dash

Blowin L's through the toll booth with a stolen E-Z pass

Answer that if you could

If the engine in the front and you in the trunk

then how you screamin take you back to the hood

See you rats get it good, fuckin wit Pellewho

Suttin rappers'll never do like point a rat to the Suge

Gotta Mack then I should

Let's do this, bout to sell a hundred units

That's the difference between platinum and wood

Used to fantasize of Lisa watchin Saved By The Bell

Now the L.S. and chocolate mamis be blazin my cell

Even back in school I never had eyes on the black boards

Playin pocket pool scopin the thighs on the black broads

And I never mix business wit pleasure

Cept when I'm at the record label beefin wit tha fifth on my lever

Like you pricks takin forever

By the way, Chris to Shamika lend me the Caddy for my date to impress her

Low on doe so you know I never trick on these broads

I got a million dollar deal but still I'm pullin off scores

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]

I hear rappers frontin a lot, stunt like ya hot

This is rap why you talkin bout ya hustlin rock

Got a crib, a couple of guns, and a drop

So what? You need more then an ab roller to build the muscle I got

I'm the B-O double S nuttin less

Came a long way from spittin on the bus to the decks

And yes remember record execs frontin like they ain't wit it

Wanna be Simmons stuntin like Russel ya more like Richard

In a straight jacket I'ma eat this meal

First name Joey, last name he's for real

C.C.C. had me convinced that he conceited

Really I give a rat's ass how gangsta you keep it

[Chorus x2]

Blow!

Uh-uh, ah-ah

[Laughs]

Ye-yea, ye-yea

South Shore Stuff

uh-uh

South Shore Stuff

Pelle-Pelle

Grino-Grino

Ye-yea, ye-yea yea yea

Recanize