Joell Ortiz - Q & A lyrics

[Chorus:] Let me tell you what I'ma do today Today is just me and you, you and I for a Q and A I know the questions you gon' ask, all I'ma do is say what's on my mind; I'm just, tellin you why This ain't, snapback meets New Era This new era gets smacked 'til they necks snap back and that goes for whoever I ain't done workin, I'm just one person that promise to keep this sh** pure, like a young virgin Your dumb version of hip-hop got us uncertain Your daughter dress like a n***a, n***a your son's t**n I'm still a two-stepper, steppin with two heffers Still step to your crew extra quick, that's what I do, let's just tell 'em why I'm such a thoroughbred Born and raised in that Brook', you shook, look what my borough bred [Chorus] All this, time away from workin solo, snappin photos with my bro-bros and the Slaughter's been an honor but I'm back to dolo Feet is Nike, the hat is Polo, I'm no fashion logo No gay bashin but if you tough then don't be actin h*mo Let me tell y'all why I hit the tread Wasn't to lose weight and get this bread, nah homie, you've been misled Last year I shot a fair one with my n***a Fred and damn near dropped dead, I should've won but I got whipped instead I ain't like that so I stopped that liquor to the head Dropped the Newports, copped new shorts and watched my figure shred Y'all cuffin chickenheads Speakin of cuffs, I made this s*ut marry my n***a in the Feds to give him visit head Man let me tell y'all why I'm real rap Why I don't need a rope chain or dress like Soul Train to bring that feel back [Chorus] This for those who ain't know that Ortiz spit clean It's e'ry lil' girl birthday, here's a +Sweet Sixteen+ Went from a 40 waist to a 3-6 jean But that 40's still on my waist with a mean sixteen But I ain't here to talk how I protect myself Or how I lived in the gym last year to perfect my health Nah, we could rap off, I'll off you rap n***az with a rap off the top, I ain't wrapped too tight, back off! Off the back door into the bleachers, hit the teacher off the backboard and in, y'all in the in-crowd but mad off Y'all God and Mike in tight slacks with hard bottoms, hit the bottom hard after you moonwalk like Mike Jack' Huh, B-R-B, I don't mean I'll be right back I mean B, y'all R&B singin, I write RAPS! "But Ortiz, you went all complex and said the sh**!" Yeah you right, aight cool, let me extend the clip Penmanship, my pen is sick, you in the pen's then hit the bench and lift Chest against the bar and do a extra six E'ry year it's some new n***a they put the best against Put they neck on the line but I twist it up like "The Exorcist" If I'm your comp I understand why you a pessimist Point blank with an infrared scope, bet these pests'll piss they pants, can't shoot at Godzilla, man them pellets itch The fire that be leavin my mouth'll melt your whole relevence You lil' n***az, lil' boys is cute My bars hard, they hurt like Ray Mercer, you don't want it duke So save the subs for Quiznos, keep the talkin mute Cause I'll punch you in your big nose and watch your faucet shoot Y'all chasin pop hits, fu*k a pop hit One of my joints pop? Sheeit, another check deposit! [Chorus]