JOZEEMO - Lose It lyrics

rate me

I got chickens looking at me from the left and the right

They wanna be wife, all I want is head for the night

See I'm dressed kinda tight but I'm sweating out my clothes

Cause I'm hot and I'm sick and damn tired of these shows

Let me stop lying, I love being in the light

Cause I know the crowd waiting just for me to get it hype

All I'm needing is a mic and a bag of that sticky

Couple drinks got me feeling like a badass niggy

Wanna dive off stage but I weigh two-fifty

I ain't fucking up my threads cause I'm way too jiggy

Hit me, I'm a be up in the back where the woods at

Wanna tour every city, find out where their hood's at

I don't need a hood rat, fame gave me booshie ass

And she got girlfriends, now I'm playing booty tag

You can brag, Jo' keep it moving with a smile

I'm losing my mind, but at least a nigga lose it in his style

Now throw your hands up and "lose it"

Turn your bottles up and "lose it"

Spark the kush up and "lose it"

Turn the music up and "lose it"

I'm out of my zone, I'm out of Patron

I know I'm bout "lose it", I'm out of my dome

Now throw your hands up and "lose it"

Turn your bottles up and "lose it"

Spark the kush up and "lose it"

Turn the music up and "lose it"

I'm going insane, it's part of the game

A nigga bout to "lose it", I know it's the fame

Uh, it ain't nothing like being on centre stage with all

The people screaming while me and my niggas is facing off

Go to your corner homie, you gon' need the taping guards

No scratch that nigga, you gon' need the grace of God

When we finish tonight, you won't want to face tomorrow

The rap, the bling, the cake, yeah we take 'em all

Cause err'night, them boys they bust asses

On stage they don't play +fare+ like +bus passes+

I'm Phontigallo, Master of Ceremony

Master of simile and master of metaphor

So you might as well get used to me amigo

Tigallo Tarantino, top +Dog+ in your +Reservoir+

I wrote this to give niggas direction

I eff Gary Graham so that I don't have to play him

I'm on my way home way past third base

When you see 'Te face, keep stepping to the ace

Check, I play the side, Pooh cooler than the mud

White T, low pro, asking who he was

My

Cooler than a fan, nobody do it like we does

I'm mic handling, send niggas scrambling

Rapper Pooh hammering, crazy like Cameron

I'm outstanding whenever I dictate

Words over beats, fuck niggas better get straight

Get great, take plates, eating steak again

Can't wait, back to serve, I'm the baker man

Rock shows, rock hoes, why you hating Stan?

Thought I said ain't nobody like me

Live on stage like Dilated P

No more freestyling, now I rap for a fee

LS 400 or I'm low in a Capri

Either way it go, your girl came to see me!