Joe Budden - Hottest in da Hood lyrics

[Intro: Joe Budden] Padded Room yeah, in stores now Joey And the beat goes on (x2) And the beat go And the beat goes on (x2) And the beat go Im the dopest n***a in the hood (x3) Im the dopest n***a Look... [Verse 1: Joe Budden] The game don't need changing It just need to be remodeled or renovated Yeah it need to be renovated Said it twice, felt I had to reiterate it You can't rap, bump Joe; I can demonstrate it Since I made it, changed my whole outlook on music If it don't make sense don't make it With no resources, options eliminated Still look at all the income I generated I've been degraded, now I'm imitated But I'm too real, there's no show, you can't syndicate it I know why they out there tryna mimic greatness Cause when they look in the mirror they get intimidated And that's real appalling They tried to blackball me I went and got a deal through Spaulding Don't play with a vet, place bets I'm fly You Farve, Brett just get out the way of a Jet Tee chucks is mean, like my deluxe with a beam Get you clipped from the touch of a screen If it ain't about a buck or a C.R.E.A.M Then my mind get Christina Milian Dog f** your Dream, go ahead oust yourself Go to the top of the Empire State and Ron Browz yourself Got the brain of genius, lie like a crooks mouth Drive like a dope boy, eyes of a lookout Great accountant, everythings off the books now Temper of a shooter, no prints on the Ruger And they'll put it on my tab And they'll treat you like a new outfit They'll fold you and put you in a bag, dag Hit the mall hard, ball hard, spending more yards I'm a Nordstrom's second floor star Check the score card, homies hate that I ball hog But can't Street Fight with Balrog From store robber to for sure copper With a model, a jaw dropper, drawl dropper And I let her walk in first to make sure I got her Cause y'all won't even get a hello when y'all stop her Between old timers, and those minors There's no rhymes, but to they credit they need co-signers Done beefin', won't respond to nobody That's a lie, just won't respond to a nobody See I'm just tryna pave the way Get away from my ways, or put a new play on stage Cause I used to cook up on a day to day Put it in a pot, this is way before Rachel Ray In a fashion, But I ain't on the ‘Swagger' van Gave half a damn, when my aunt dated Dapper Dan But If I see j**els (Juelz) on a dull lame I'ma take his face off so he can rep the Skull Gang Catch me when I'm flaring up And I'ma make sure that when it All Falls Down, you staring up Ain't got a real chance Your swag is like Real and Chance I need about a few Mill in advance I grind to earn me a bag of soft money Pad and loft money, Bernie Madoff money To see how a few dudes hate I make more than a yearly income off my Youtube page I think the haters love him, fans hate him Chicks mad at his chicks a**, they can't date him Why carry tools, get mad at fools And in New York they just a zero Call 'em Larry Hughes It's the best rapper in the world wide web And you can tell the world I said Take off the wide web and it still applies Sad part is I'm still on the rise Check me out now [Outro] And the beat goes on (x2) And the beat go And the beat goes on (x2) And the beat go Im the dopest n***a in the hood(x3) Jersey.. Y'all already know..*repeat with fade*