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jadakiss - something else (remix) كلمات الأغنية

(feat. ap, blood raw, boo rossini, bully, fiend, snyp life, young jeezy)

[intro: jadakiss (fiend)]
(uhh) definitely what they been waitin for (you already know, yeah)
at least a certain percentage of the world (uh-huh)
anyway (hahahaha)
can i talk my sh-t? (talk that sh-t)
sure i can (talk that sh-t, talk that sh-t)
cause ain’t n-body gon’ do nothin about it anyway… a-ha-hahhhh!
(talk that sh-t, talk that sh-t, jada talk that sh-t, ohh!)

you could tell the way i stack my money (i’m somethin else!)
nah, i ain’t one of them dummies (i’m somethin else!)
tre’s, nick’s, dimes and twenties (i’m somethin else!)
the way i get it in with the honeys (i’m somethin else!)

[verse 1: jadakiss]
yo, you know i love to style on ya, blue 40-caliber
b-tterfly doors on the triple black challenger
and i’m still in and out, got it so i’m spendin out
dope boy, so i never have a problem in a drought
don’t take, too much work if you can’t manage that
just in case you run out of empties, use sandwich bags
play with the hand you was dealt
that’s why i ride the track ’til it melt
i could care less how you feel, how you felt
i done spent n-gg-z rent money on belts
threesomes in the trunk, i’m f-ckin for the wealth
and the hood ask about me, i’m somethin else

[chorus: jadakiss (fiend)]
you could tell the way i stack my money (i’m somethin else!)
nah, i ain’t one of them dummies (i’m somethin else!)
tre’s, nick’s, dimes and twenties (i’m somethin else!)
the way i get it in with the honeys (i’m somethin else!)
still representin the block (i’m somethin else!)
and you ain’t got to tell me i’m hot (i’m somethin else!)
i’m exactly what they not (i’m somethin else!)
hahh (i’m somethin else!) ah-hahhh! (i’m somethin else!)

[young jeezy – over chorus]
c.t.e. n-gg-… yeah!
yeah! let’s go

[verse 2: young jeezy]
i ain’t even did nothin, feelin like i’m traffickin
see these blood diamonds, sir, my chain african
speakin of my chain, yeah it need to get a job
get the f-ck up off my neck, senator barack
whatever that you do, look, don’t get caught
that stash get low, ya -ss might get bought
okay i’m over it, let’s talk about somethin else
i said i’m over it, i think i bought somethin else
that’s why i live e’ry day (day) like a thug holiday
+suffocate+ a n-gg- about mines – j. holiday
quick to make a movie ’bout my doc holiday
it’s why i’m strapped 365, even holidays, yeah!

[chorus]

[verse 3: ap]
yeah… i’m somethin else with myself they say
wwf, push that featherweight
big boy toys, of course the shoe’s right
see the 22’s reflect from the moonlight?
barry white, or walter cronkite?
couple cold words when you talk ’bout birds
you ain’t talkin ’bout green, you ain’t talkin ’bout me
[phone rings] hold up, this your b-tch on my caller id

[verse 4: blood raw]
you could tell i’m somethin else, p-ssy n-gg- do the math
just look at me n-gg-; you can’t tell i got cash?
got together so fruity, 26 inches
(girl, ain’t that blood raw?) you can’t tell i got b-tches?
i’m a three summer soul survivor
tell me have you ever met a n-gg- that’s real as the bible?
you could tell i’m addicted to paper
and if it ain’t my clique i’m like maino, f-ck you haters!

[chorus]

[verse 5: boo rossini]
yo, aiyyo
any situation involvin paper i’m all in
pull up on your block, old school sittin on all rims
still keep them semis on deck in case i’m tested
and gotta do a n-gg- dirty, turn him to a mess quick
chest all hangin out, everybody screamin out
i grew up in a house, where d-mn near e’rybody fiendin
so don’t ask, why i hold me the pen on my f-ckin self
if i pop through and you come back i’ma hit you with somethin else

[verse 6: snyp life]
i’m somethin else the way i come off, bars that make ’em run off
rippin up his back but the strap’ll tear your front off
neck slump and run through your boss, he tried to jump off
it’s d-block, we treat every town just like it’s new york (d-block!)
cross the whole game like my verses do the track
push the pen like a pack and let it work through the trap (snyp!)
get your roof cut, ace hit by shooter’s that’ll spray sh-t
and if it ain’t the ruger sh-t’ll melt you and your face split

[verse 7: bully]
okay, bully b-tch!
uhh, i’m somethin else, run through n-gg-z like phelps
d-block’s next generation explains itself (d-block!)
you don’t wanna f-ck with bully the don-dada
name ring bells in the hood, a known shotter
you gets nada when it comes to my ricotta
fresh levi’s, black v-necks and pradas
i’m a problem for n-gg-z if nothin else
control, subst-tute or police, i’m somethin else

[chorus]

- jadakiss

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