Jason Groucott - Wait Up lyrics

[Verse 1:] We on a brand new page. ("Uh.") Millennium days Desperation on the streets gotta find a new way Keep the mics and choke holds. The saga unfolds Machavellian approaches executed by the coach I'm in these streets like a ghost The air-jettin' artist To the love, I hit 'em right plus I hit the hardest, man I got a whole new approach for the rhymin' You cherry cats slide, I'm holdin out for the hymen Uh! You play the rappin' roll I take the rap and sold And intertwine it wit' mine and turn a half to whole I'm just a genie in a Jack bottle Them fake ballin'-a** cats is just a wack model This joint knocks wit' the force of a gat throttle I live by 'You put it out, we get it back' motto Hey. But who around but just your average reproduction, love Rap is gettin' lose so all the ice is screamin' 'Thug' What the hell is wrong? I'm askin' in this song One time I smoked hash out of the hippies' bong One of us is goin' laid cause I ain't gettin' played I leave you right inside that sh**ty-a** bed you made And walk along chuggin' Baller's Brains, rockin' rings And things and just waitin' for white rains I got the drive, dog. I hope the dogs' ready My mentality on dime chicks is stay sweaty [Hook:] Wait up. Your wait up. Wait up Get your ("It's the Ummah for all time.") wait up Wait up. Your wait up. Wait up Get your ("The Ummah forevea!") wait up Wait up. Your wait up. Wait up Get your ("GET YOUR WAAAIIIIIIIIIIT...") wait up Wait up. Your wait up. Wait up Get your ("..UP! UP! UP! UP! Yo!" ) wait up [Verse 2:] You wanna shoot dice or wanna shoot rounds? Wanna sell rhymes or wanna sell pounds? The decision is yours. I'd rather see tours Get chicks wit' ghetto sh** fallin' out they drawers My team stay posted. They stay roasted n***as who all in it had a hard knock livin' Administra, rhyme minista, illa treasura You didn't know that your man was a legend, huh? Embonishment for the both of you I hit the road and I take my whole f**in' crew Cause I'm a Queens cat. ("True.") To the G's cat. ("True.") Gettin' money for more than one needs cat. ("Aiiight, c'mon.") Condition never peers and ("Take it home, kid.") mind stands out From Seattle to South Beach my joint: grand clout It's the street commentator, providin' you wit' data On how to live unique and it's really not neat. We gotta... [Hook:] And all the fellas go, 'Yeah, yeah, yeah.' And all my ladies go, 'Uh, uh, uh.' And all the fellas go, 'Yeah, yeah, yeah.' And all the ladies go, 'Uh, uh, uh.' Fellas go, 'Where you at?' Ladies go, 'Yo, come back!' Fellas go...ladies go... Fellas go...ladies...yo... [Verse 3:] A mellow disposition even when it's pain Your mental ammunition is faulty wit' a drain I puts it down, Lord, f** a mic cord Brother's out of his game so we can see tours The innovator - your man still a hater The Abstract imprint, it stays like a Smint I got the ma**es cold, wigglin' and shakin' they a** Ma, you betta get involved and do it real fast