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lloyd banks - jokes on you lyrics

[excerpt from the film mo’ better blues]
[bleek] i have a certain amount of time allotted for daily practice!
you know this! yet you consistently overlook my program
[clarke] i get the times mixed up
[bleek] hmm
[clarke] everything with you is so d-mn regulated
a certain time to do this… a certain time to do that
everything’s on a schedule, a time table!
[bleek] let me explain something to you!
life is short… okay? i need it like this to do the things i gotta do, i like order
[clarke] order’s fine,.. but you’re ridiculous!
[bleek] what do you want?
[clarke] i want a man who knows what he wants… decisive!
you don’t know what you want!
make up your mind, to be a man, and don’t be wishy-washy on me!
[bleek] hmm
i know what i want: my music. everything else is secondary!
[clarke] i knew you would say that
[bleek] then why did you ask?

[intro]
yeah!
i’m just tryna do my thing, you know?
do yours!
x me out all the bullsh-t

[chorus]
i’m on the move every night (uh!)
you know i ain’t livin’ right
and you wanna be the wifey (wifey…)
so it’s hurtin’ you to like me (like me…)
and it’s k!llin’ you to love (uh!)
chatter gets to you ’cause you always in the club (uh-huh!)
i ain’t tryna cuddle up, girl you gotta go home
don’t get me outta my zone, stop callin’ my phone (uh!)
save the cryin’ for the dummy (dummy…)
i wake up both eyes on the motherf-ckin’ money (money…)

[verse 1]
uhh, you ain’t really hurt, b-tch, you been down this road before
problem when lies surface (uh), bullsh-t you done heard and more
i tap the pen, let out the bullet, but i don’t serve ’em raw (raw!)
the quickest way of trappin’, i’m havin’, you have to go to court (daamn!)
life long accident, one night of action got ya caught
victim to their spot, now you’re up to your knees in child support
but uh-uuuhh (uh-uh!) not me, i’m rocky in a drop v
i’m top seed on it, word to big and lil’ katif
lambo’ down the side streets
same neighborhood as ll, kool g. and mobb deep
‘pone and nore’ and fly sneaks (uh!)
ghetto b-tches, dime freaks, i’m just tryna fit in
finally get my sh-t off so they mention my name with them (yeah!)
no valentine, ’cause none of these ladies mine (nah!)
not my girl, girl to be, fiancé or baby mom (mom!)
brand new women to bring home, chains, watches and ring shown
come into my reality, p.i.m.p. my ringtone (ringtone!)

[verse 2]
how do you think i got to the money? bein’ stupid?! (punk!)
you done f-cked around and got yo’ dumb -ss in my music
i got new hoes for the day, f-ckin’ girls they all will pay
i’m guaranteed to score, like jordan, the basketballer way
lot of missed callin’, ya borin’, i’ll be gone ’til autumn
girls in no order, you can have ’em, i can’t afford ’em (wooo!)
don’t pillow-talk, them broads ain’t holdin’ water
and they ain’t’ faithful either
catch me in the nightclub pourin’ rosé on her
b-lls in a model hand, shine like a hologram
orgies, a dime a dozen, clockwork like the dollar van (yeah!)
barely like ’em, don’t love ’em, showstoppers, exotic tans
dancin’ while i judge ’em, i thug ’em all out way out in france (france!)
i ain’t ya come up, chill and roll the blunt up (yeah!)
an hour later and one nut, then i’ll hit cha back, nunchuck (uh!)
hit the street when the sun’s up, sh-ttin’ now by the dump truck
hold on, let me see what this b-tch want.. what?!

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