It`s Nothing lyrics

Artist  : J.d. 
Song : It`s Nothing



 Send "It`s Nothing" Ringtone to your Cell 

 

featuring Da Brat & R.O.C.

[JD]
So So
Def

1 [JD]
For me to flip my dough ice
out the dashboard
All you Range Roves it's
nothing
[Da Brat]
So put jams in the tens
and pent
Leave a millon dollar footprints shit
it's nothing
[JD]
For me to get any chick
and trick off bricks and
Keep making hits it's
nothing
[Da Brat]
For me to lose a G and bet
back three
And let it stack you know
me
[JD]
It's nothing
[JD]
Flat shows,
up all gold to watch
This for show, I connect
all the dots
Seen a lot of men, seen what I've
seen
Been where I been, do you even think
about
Coming hotter than
You could find me
at the T top, C T gray
Wit a girl no top, just
blowing away, HEY!
I make that, get you real
pissed off
Seen a chick first time throw a
trick off
That Mark McGwire, outta the park
big-time
Don't matter what it cost, just get
it, get it
Like gray flow, like gray
dough
Wrist, ears, neck, light gray
glow
Make dreams come true, C.R.E.A.M. come
through
Flows that don't like bass sing My
Boo
Make ladies jump outta they panties and
bras
JD, babe ro, the Wizard of
Oz

Repeat 1

[Da Brat]
Since we
got every motherfucker wantin' to dance
now
Get in the pants now, see me with them
down, diggin' down
I live with it, do what the
fuck I wanna
Da Brat bitch get drastic all by
my lonesome
Don't come on real to miss, know
from feeling this shit
Out done cuz we
outnumbered your clique
Who's that pushing
that six? See that name on the plates?
The
chain? The wrist?
Hit the parties and the
clubs in the Mercedes that bump my shit
Switch
from trick to thug, a hundred percent pure
bitch
Ice style, four clip, wish a nigga would
slip, lights out
If a nigga ain't got four
cents, I don't drop hints
Straight to the
point, tell him I'm the hot kid about to rock
this joint
Make they jump out they boxer
draws
And I'm Da Brat, baby, and this is for
all y'all

Repeat
1

[R.O.C.]
Yeah, yeah, now who can
serve this crew is nervous?
You broke by
mistake, we rich on purpose
What the word is,
you heard this sober, the R O, uh
You know
what? Hold up, stop the beat
R O C nigga, now
drop the beat
Got to be, glittery, hoes opt to
me
Jittery, drop and give me head
complimentary
Up the flow, documentary of a
ghetto prolific, oh so gifted
Wanna
floss?
ROC break your bank with the inner
heart the females I come across
Close your
mouth hon, I run
Come across the top lip of
you whores like a Got Milk? Billboard
Young
mack, want that, kick back, for the
flicks
Stack chips, stack tricks, is you wit
that?

Repeat 1

[JD]
So did we
make y'all rock?
For me to make y'all
rock
For me to make y'all rock
Shit, it's
nothing
For me to make y'all rock
For me to
make y'all rock
For me to make y'all
rock
It's nothing

Ahh