Freestyle Joint lyrics

Artist  : Luke 
Song : Freestyle Joint



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(featuring Clayvosie Debonaire Fresh Kid Ice JT
Money)

Intro: Luke

Awwwwwwwww shit!
Ha ha yeah! Luke Records in the
motherfuckin'
house we gon' freestyle this
thing for the 1993 yo yo ....
Clayvosie in the
motherfuckin' house!
Home Team in the mother
motherfuckin' house!
J T a Money money Poi son
Clan in the motherfuckin' house!
*Aak!* Fresh
Kid Ice in the motherfuckin' house!
Fre sh Kid
Ice in the motherfuckin', house,
*ak!*,
Clay-vo-sie, just get on the mike and do what ya
like!

Verse 1: Clayvosie

'Vosie
gettin' busy in motherfuckin' '93
Freakin' all
the hoes and gettin' plenty pussy
So when it
comes to hoes you call me Mr. Peepin' Tom
When
you're home alone you might wanna gimme
some
Then here I go creepin' in your
window
Bend that ass over and I'ma fuck you
like a dirty hoe
You know I'm pimpin' all hoes
in the '90s
The only place I want a bitch to
stand is behind me
'Cause I'm cool like that,
with my big-ass gat,
And my sawed-off pump in
the back
For any nigga with beef in their
fuckin' teeth,
Wanna be like a player but you
can't compete
So I be fuckin' hoes, and
fuckin' up niggas
And still gettin' paid, so
watch me get bigger
Brand new, on the scene
with my nigga Luke
>From the bottom, niggas,
so what you wanna
do?

Chorus(4x):
["Let's take it to the
stage, sucka!"]

Verse 2: Fresh Kid
Ice

Out of Chinatown, bitches on the
dick
And I'm just rappin' to a Kid Ice
flick
From a plate of rice to a pot of
gumbo
I'll eat ya ass up 'cause it's time to
rumble
'Cause your bitch is on the dick 'cause
of who I am
The Fresh Kid Ice, the
Chinaman
Comin' from the bottom, straight to
the top
Comin' clean and housin' your
spot
Hoes, they love me 'cause they say I'm
crazy
Since I'm runnin' 'round town, pluckin'
them daisies
Whip ya whole ass when I fuck
her
'Cause I'd rather a bitch who'll kneel
down and pucker
Luke put me down, and I come
off
Since I fucked your hoe, I'ma piss you
off
Fuck with Chinaman, and you die
When my
black bag open', gunshots run
wild!

Chorus

Verse 3:
Debonaire

Well hey yo, I'm catchin'
wreck
Chillin' by the projects, money got the
high-techs
Goin' till the break o'dawn, never
see bed
Get red when I said, got gats plus the
(???)
Flip-time, better parlay in front o'
me
I'm goin' out and showin' out shots from
the uzi
Once again I'm here to buck the fate
talk game
Magazines get picked like shirt to
bloodstains
I'ma serve heat to the chumps who
forget theyself
I'm steppin' back from the
crowd and then it's on
I got the hand-skills
for the county kid big man
So, money-grip,
better chill with the ill
It's the Beatstreet,
not the same Jay (?)
Home Team boogie down in
the house and it's on
And ya don't stop, punk
crews can't top this
Bad land's in the house
(?) I'm out to rock it,
Beatstreet!

Chorus

Interval:
Luke
Yo, it ain't nothin' but a lil' freestyle
thing to do! Home Team boogie in

the house,
Clayvosie, Clayvosie, Fresh Kid Ice, twice as
nice, yo, check
this out - Mike Fresh on the
beats, Eddie mix' on the mix, yours
truly,
just swervin' and curvin' this thing.
Yo, JT Money - tell these niggas
'bout some of
that Rufftown Behavior!

Verse 4: JT
Money

Time to rip, money-grip, a nigga
tired of waitin'
Pass the mic like Marino,
I'll catch it like Mark Clayton
Yeah, it's
that nigga,
JT in effect, and my dick's gotten
a lil' bigger
So I'm talkin' more shit in the
Nine-Tre
Fuck the police, 'cause motherfuckin'
crime pays
Peace to them hoes that suck
dick
If you don't, go get hit by a truck,
bitch!
I kicks the raw shit, not the flaw
shit
Pull out my 4-5th, niggas hit the floor
quick
Peace to Ram and my main man U-Y
If I
could sing I would shooby-dooby-doo
While I
might be rippin', nobody else is rippin'
Peace
to the homies, fuck them niggas that be
trippin'
Poison Clan niggas in the house,
don't fuck around
Peace! I'm out, comin' from
Rufftown, nigga!

Chorus