Jermaine Dupri (jd), Various Songs, lyrics
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It's Nothing(feat. Da Brat & R.O.C.)

So So Def


For me to flip my dough, ice out the dashboard
All you Range Roves, it's nothing

So put jams in the tens and pent
Leave a millon dollar footprints, shit, it's nothing

For me to get any chick and trick off bricks and
Keep making hits, it's nothing

For me to lose a G and bet back three
And let it stack, you know me

It's nothing

Flat shows, up all gold to watch
This for show, I connect all the dots
Seen a lot of men, seen what I've seen
Been where I been, do you even think about
Coming hotter than
You could find me at the T top, C T gray
Wit a girl no top, just blowing away, HEY!
I make that, get you real pissed off
Seen a chick first time throw a trick off
That Mark McGwire, outta the park big-time
Don't matter what it cost, just get it, get it
Like gray flow, like gray dough
Wrist, ears, neck, light gray glow
Make dreams come true, C.R.E.A.M. come through
Flows that don't like bass sing My Boo
Make ladies jump outta they panties and bras
JD, babe ro, the Wizard of Oz




Since we got every motherfucker wantin' to dance now
Get in the pants now, see me with them down, diggin' down
I live with it, do what the fuck I wanna
Da Brat bitch get drastic all by my lonesome
Don't come on real to miss, know from feeling this shit
Out done cuz we outnumbered your clique
Who's that pushing that six? See that name on the plates?
The chain? The wrist?
Hit the parties and the clubs in the Mercedes that bump my shit
Switch from trick to thug, a hundred percent pure bitch
Ice style, four clip, wish a nigga would slip, lights out
If a nigga ain't got four cents, I don't drop hints
Straight to the point, tell him I'm the hot kid about to rock this joint
Make they jump out they boxer draws
And I'm Da Brat, baby, and this is for all y'all




Yeah, yeah, now who can serve this crew is nervous?
You broke by mistake, we rich on purpose
What the word is, you heard this sober, the R O, uh
You know what? Hold up, stop the beat
R O C nigga, now drop the beat
Got to be, glittery, hoes opt to me
Jittery, drop and give me head complimentary
Up the flow, documentary of a ghetto prolific, oh so gifted
Wanna floss?
ROC break your bank with the inner heart the females I come across
Close your mouth hon, I run
Come across the top lip of you whores like a Got Milk? Billboard
Young mack, want that, kick back, for the flicks
Stack chips, stack tricks, is you wit that?




So did we make y'all rock?
For me to make y'all rock
For me to make y'all rock
Shit, it's nothing
For me to make y'all rock
For me to make y'all rock
For me to make y'all rock
It's nothing

Ahh

Lay It Down(feat. Lil' Mo, R.O.C.)

So So Def
Uh huh, uh huh
Uh
Ohh


You need somebody to lay it dawn
Grab you by the your hair and show you exactly where to go
Lay it down
Don't stop, movie it fast
Tap that ass, I say nigga take it slow
Lay it down
talk to ya, walk witch ya, through every single motion
lay it down
I mean all the way down, leave a playa like you wide open
Ohh


No I never had that before, so if you out here that's what I'm lookin' fo'
'Cause I keep gettin' these girls, but know
In the G I try to tell 'em what to do but they don't listen to me
I'm good on top

[J.D. & Lil' Mo] That's what they say
[J.D.] I wanna do it in your drop
[J.D. & Lil' Mo] That's what they say
[J.D.] I bet I'll make you say stop
[J.D. & Lil' Mo] That's what they say

Ones you get 'em in the sack there wont be none of that
It be a hole lotta action away, hole lotta' action, not enough play
For this boy J
What I need in my life is a wife that have the house jumpin'
like the gentlemen's club on Monday night
When I come home, hunny doin' tricks
Shit, backflips, (?) like song
Meet me at the door with the double G
Sayin' If your free!



[R.O.C.] You gotta drop slooow, now fast
[J.D.] Bounce that ass
[R.O.C.] Get up!
[J.D.] (?) get cash
[R.O.C.] Like this?
[J.D.] Like that


Like this and uh
Throw it at me like a picture when I give it to ya
Considering your appearance, under the influence
(?)
All I'm herein' is rumors How she can make ya hotter

[J.D.] Let her tell it
[J.D. and R.O.C.] Ohh
[R.O.C.] And she crazy with her mouth Peace
[J.D.] If you let her tell it
[R.O.C. and Lil' Mo] Was to lay you, they gonna lay you down

But im a gangster, G's don't get turned out
I heartbreak 'em like Jay-Z


See I dun it all


Wait
And im'a keep doin' it, baby that's just me
I don't cuddle in the linin', I couple up women
enough of huddlin' in the linin', they lovein' the thug up in 'em
And yea I know I'm sinin', but it feel like Heaven
All of 'em keep yellin'




No, I never had that before, oh no
I never had that, ohh
No, I never had that before (so if you out here, that's what I'm lookin' fo')
Ohh no, I never had that before
Oh no, I never had that, ohh
No I never had that before (so if you out here that's what I'm lookin' fo')




JD's Reply (Jackin' 4 Beats)

Gimme dat beat fool, it's a full time jack move
Fuck y'all I'll make the motherfuckin track move
And Eminem, Tim, Tom, Dick, and Hank
Already know that I'm something ya'll ain't
A little young non-stopper
And from Rap to R&B I'm breaking niggas off proper
With that S-O S-O DEF M-O-B; fuck Dre, this J.D.
And here's how I'm a greet ya
Stop [Record Scratches] fool - come off that beat


Ya should've never fucked with College Park
You little gay ass mark
All you can say about me is that I'm short
But my dough is long
Dr. Dre motherfucker come on
See I know you don't do half the work in the studio
Plus you like letting niggas play with your booty hole
Whoa!!! Off in Dre dick he choked
Timbaland's in the house What up loc?
Niggas don't even think about it (uh uh)
Are better yet motherfucker you need to think about it
You same beat makin non-rappin individ-ual
I was makin what you make now when I was a child (ha)
You still try to come up, look at you and look at me
Nigga don't try to run up
Cause you'll get bang something sweet
J-D-U-P-R-I and I'm jacking y'all beats [Beat Changes]

Di Di Da Di Di Di Di Da Di Day (Ha)
Who gives a fuck about a Timbaland and Dre?
A-T-L-A-N-T-A is where I'm from
And I'm a keep on dropping these bombs, see
I think that we too big to be battleing
But I'm sick and tired of hearing you motherfuckers keep babblen
Ya so stick this in your ass for a minute


And if you come at me again
I'm a come right back at your ass three times harder
Fo sho, I do this nigga, fuck y'all
Oh yeah, Eminem, I left you out deliberately - you know why?
Cause to me you like a character in Disney World
Known for dissing pop groups and Justin's Ex-Girl
Shit don't nobody take you serious [Laughing]
Naw, you dont get no credit fo that
Nigga, you dont get no credit fo that
Motherfucker

Jam On It(feat. Cardan)
Coola lover make you bounce to this
L-A make you bounce to this
Everybody we gonna bounce to this
Gonna rock to this



Yo, yo it's a Harlem World thing
So grab something
Asks for dimes and up, if not have sumthin'
But come shake them hips like waiters take them tips
And bring half of the world I got plenty of space to fit
Except for me I makes you boogie
Boogie to the beat
Once beat bang boogie, I gotta party in the street
No Bacardi with heat, but a party full of peace
Jammin till I feel it in the bottom of my feet
Now dance if you gotta
Shake your pants if you gotta
Scream Cardan out in France if you gotta
Shake with me
Motivate, sweatigate, feel straight
Wake up in the morning at eight
I tell my baby girl, it's a whirl
I came here to party
Tell her friend, I'm a tell mine and we gone start it
J-D know all our hoes come to our doors
And the dance floor get to jam some more


Jam on it, jam on it
If you got what it takes just flaunt it
All my ladies in the house you want it
And all my fellas in the house get on it




Never see me in a watch without the rocks and the bezzle
And the band on the level
Niggas can't understand I'm the one you watch in the club all all night
On the top hoes love and call all night
It's the C-H-I-CHIO yo
With the drop with the pedal to the floor
Hoes come to me and get dressed, what they lookin for?
Lookin fly and I'm a die gettin mo doe
Niggas know I don't talk, I show in a flash
And don't exagerate cash in my heavyweight class
Get the ass y'all dream about
Hear niggas sing about
I ain't ever seen without
The dance floors packed and burnin up
Puttin cats on they back as I turn it up
Now tell me what yall wanna do
Get down and get ran through
That's how this little man do





Now, now, now for my ladies keep dancin
Fellas keep boppin
Shake what your mama gave and it don't stop wit it
Move side to side it wit it
Rock wit it
So much space you fit the whole block in it
So get on down, get on down
Now Harlem World it's on now, it's on now
Jam with me till you fill it in your middle back bone
If you fifteen to fifty you aint gotta act drone
One thing you got to give em (ass)
A little bit of rhythym (right)
Make em move from side to side then spin em (no lies)
I get em from the side or the middle
As long as I can turn sunshine into a drizzle
Cardan, so when I close
I say amen to the god that brought me here
Made the world so fear
Oh yeah, I'm bout to rock for this whole year
In this big city of rap, unless it's Joe Clear



Rock and roll with me, uh
Cardan make you bounce to this, uh
J-D, uh rock with me
Kam, uh, now rock with me
Say what, say what rock with me,uh
So So Def, uh, rock with me
Come on,uh-huh, Harlem World,uh-huh, rock, come on, come on
LA, uh-huh, VA, uh-huh, DC, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh
HEL, come on, come on, come on
Rock with me, rock with me, rock with me now
Say what, say what, rock with me, come on baby baby just rock with me
Cardan, uh-huh, come on
J-D, come on
Uh-huh [till fade]

I've Got To Have It(feat. Monica, Nas)

Uh-huh, oh (Oh)
Uh-huh, oh
So So Def
(I've got to have it)
See this is what it's all about right her
Understand me see my life's real
I don't know about yours
Everything I do is an event
(I've got to have it)
Nas, Monica, and me
(I've got to have it)
When it comes to my honeys in the strip club (oh)
Sumpin' on dubs in the middle of the block
Like what? (What?)


When you see me with the crispy fade
Icing it out, glowing with the lights is out (hmm)
Yo say my name! (Ooh)
When you see a Bentley or Ferrari, a Mazuradi
It's probably me (ooh, oh)
Say my name!
When your hear this song bump in the club
When you're chillin' on the corner with your thugs
Say my name!
I make it hot and take your block
Who they wanna be and hate they not
Yo say my name!
When your girl don't call you when you beep her
And you hit it and her thing feel deeper
Say my name!
Pull on her hair, spankin' her rear
While I'm in 'em bitches all I wanna hear is you say my name
Squeeze my gats beef is done
Police come you know the game
Don't say my name
Dipped out crazy, Timbs chicken and gravy
Q.B., Dupri baby


When it comes to the clubs packed, Cristal flowin'
(I've got to have it)
When it comes to homes plushed out chrome stuck out in traffic
(I've got to have it)
When it comes to a neck full of glow
And a check full of O's, you know
(I've got to have it)
When it comes to my honeys in the strip club
Sumpin' on dubs in the middle of the block
Like what? Say my name!
(I've got to have it)


Gotta have my tied up Iceberg Gucci Rolley
Bezzled up, bezzled up
Gotta have me a double O
With a six in the front
And a bump-bump in the truck
Gotta have me an escalade
My house is laid
A man that keeps my bills paid
My records play every day
What can I say?
I've got to have it




When you see a black do-rag through the tint
Of a black Bent going too fast
Say my name
When you talk about longevity
And niggas who know how to keep gettin' that cash
Say my name
When you're sick of your songs
Sittin' on the right
And wanna know what the top feel like
Say my name
If you wanna know what being hot feel like
And shuttin' down the spot feel like
Say my name!
JD from the home where the bowls get thrown
And the dough get gone real quick like
Keep niggas sick like 40 karats and a chain
Foolish ain't it?
Say my name!
Everything you did I've done did double
If you hate to see flash then your ass is in trouble
Scram now and don't look back
Cause until I die it's like that




I've got to have it..

Welcome To Atlanta (Remix)(feat. Ludacris, Murphy Lee, P.Diddy, Snoop Dog)

After the party it's the Waffle House
If you ever been here you know what I'm talkin about
Where people don't dance all they do is this
And after the original you know what it is


Welcome to Atlanta


Remix it had to go down
I got somethin else to tell you 'bout the new Motown
Where people don't visit, they move out here
And ain't no tellin who you might see up in Lennox Square
I don't know about you but I miss the freaknik
Cause that's where my city use to be real slick
People from other cities use to drive from miles
Just to come to get a taste of this A.T.L style
I'm the M.B.P., Most Ballin-ist Player
Make my own moves, call me the mayor
Monday night you know things change with time
Magic sittin back lookin like eighty nine
All the homies on the southside up in the Ritz
Tuesday night, the Velvet Room same shit
Wednesday Strokers I don't go no mo'
Cause they don't know how to treat you when you come through the do'
Thursday night, was Plush but we moved the fuel
And I be up in the booth drunk actin a fool
Friday night, at Kaya they still got love
And the Sharkbar we poppin like it's a night club
Saturday still off the heezy fo' sheezy
You can find me up in One Tweezy
Sunday gettin me some sleep please!!!
I'm on my way to the deck then hittin Jazzy Tee's, holla!!!


Ay yo I'm from New York man!!!
Representin N.Y.C. to the fullest
I pull it, Heads be duckin in New York be bussin
Take that....


Welcome To New York niggas, where we don't play
And out of towners get got like everyday
And the gangstas are gangsta in every way
Sittin on twenty two's this what long money do
Now the don's on it, Diddy shine on it
Tell Flex to run it back and drop a bomb on it
Sunday we layin low and hay lo sippin cris and we straight
Monday we go to bundle away
Tuesday I'm in spa drunk doin the shake
And for the rest of the week we just follow the freaks
You can spot us out of town by the way that we walk
The way that we talk, cocky the state of New York
Hot now top down at the Rucker game
New coup no roof playa what's my name?
Now Brooklyn, Queens, Manhattan, Staten
Uptown what now?! let's make it happen


New York,if you can make it here, you can make it anywhere
We still here!!! And we buildin four more new towers!!!!


Who say St. Louis ain't hip hop? Dirty we hop to what's hip
I'm a lunatic with too much grip to let a slip
I'm so St. Louis, ask my tatooist
I was like the waterboy now they sayin you can do it
I'm Baby Houie one of the best in the Louie
Sip Louie smoke louie, dressed in Louie
Home of back porches, chucks, and air forces
Old school cars be trailblazin like Portland
The girls are the best like Travis with fat asses
I call 'em gimme girls they always tell me I can have it
All got habits bitches exstatic
By two cats and coats with automatics
St. Louis, the truth like Sigourna
Don't need a burna we learn from Ike Turner
I tried to told ya don't cross that bridge
Without permission from those St. Lunatics


Yo-yo-yo-yo
Ladies and gentlemen, we got the big Snoop Dogg in the house tonight
He just came from off tour
And he wanna tell y'all little bit where he come from


Palm trees bad bitches and wanna bees
O.G.'s like me eatin on polyseeds
Now laters, jellybeans, and wallabees
Real niggas from the set I'm hardly ever seened
Mostly heard us sell a bird off the cizzurb
They movin yep, we hop and then we swizzurve
Alot of homies like to wear there pizzerm
Hair longer than hers short with the fizzurbs
Doggy dizzog you know I like 'em dizzog
Like Kobe to Shaq now take that
(Jermaine Dupri: Take that take that)
Long Beach is on the mother fuckin map
And sittin by the sea, R.I.P.
JD, you know about the L.B.C.
Blood and stellas, cold hearted killas
Real cop pillas, real shot fillas
Ain't no squeelas, alot of niggas
Bang diggy dang dang dogg pound gangsta crip gang
Yeah we do the damn thang
Home of coroners, scoop, buck, cocaine
Head to the church house to get a little workout
Smoked out drink up, now put ya bank up
It's all on me I got a scenery too stank up
Crank up the beat, raise up the heat
I'm thrownin a block party on two one streets, fo' sho


Welcome to Atlanta remix HEY!!!
And we ride on dem thangs like ev-ery day
Big beats, hit streets, see gangsters roamin
And parties dont stop 'til eight in the mo'nin


Welcome to Atlanta where the players play
And we ride on dem thangs like ev-ery day
Big beats, hit streets, see gangsters roamin
And parties dont stop 'til eight in the mo'nin


Welcome to Atlanta remix HEY!!!
And we ride on dem thangs like ev-ery day
Big beats, hit streets, see gangsters roamin
And parties dont stop 'til eight in the mo'nin


Welcome to Atlanta where the players play
And we ride on dem thangs like ev-ery day
Big beats, hit streets, see gangsters roamin
And parties dont stop 'til eight in the mo'nin


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