Jay Prince - Polaroids
(Hook x2)
(Bounce)
Make ya feel sumthin’, it’s that ring that make you feel so good
We keep it bumpin’, straight up funkin’
It’s that bump, it’t that funk
It’s that thing that make you jump
It’s that bump, it’t that funk
It’s that thing that make you jump
(Verse)
Where they go? Put the city on the map, no vacation
Your time comin’, homie, stay patient
Every second Jay, momma call me Jason
Eva is I put her in a situation
People like me had to make a waitin’
Figure it out on my own
Pullin’ out on this loan
If ya know then ya know
If ya know then I hope
One day we gon’ make it out this joint
Been chillin’ with the homies that are rollin’ up a joint
I don’t even smoke, homie, that’s just plain
Mess nigga, I’m just tryna make my point
Come from where I’m from, you get tested
When the funk is up, ya don’t mess wit me
Me? I swear this shit gon’ get messy
I ain’t even violent, I ain’t even trying
Cuz get silent, sirens all I eva hear
The shit fryin’, to get a livin’ I’mma get a half livin’
I’mma go where the realest beat at
Same ol’ niggas talkin’ wanna be that
One step ahead, homie, did you see that?
Rat race, only I’m the leader of the pack
Back, homie, cool-aid sippin’, coojay chillin’
Me, just livin’, East Side chillin’
Diggin’ to the roots till it ain’t no eef
All I eva want is bass to create
And reef, might sound gray, homie, that’s just me
A nigga does dream, can a nigga just dream?
It might sound gray, homie, that’s just me
Let a nigga dream, bounce!
(Hook x2)
(Bounce)
Make ya feel sumthin’, it’s that ring that make you feel so good
We keep it bumpin’, straight up funkin’
It’s that bump, it’t that funk
It’s that thing that make you jump
It’s that bump, it’t that funk
It’s that thing that make you jump
(Verse 2)
When I was only sixteen, nigga with a dream
Listening to people, tell me what I couldn’t be
I knew so wrong cuz the world so loud(?)
I don’t give a damn, I don’t go in no ?
I’mma see why the niggas in the hurr right out
Dang, people wanna tell me time out
Damn, I’m not stoppin’, I’mma get it right now
Same ol’ shit, see me still runnin’ with the same ol’ clique
I take no shit
And I could tell you how it feels when you believe it and it can pay bills
That’s real life, homie
Ain’t no thrills, girl, come and ride fo’ me
Nigga, shit got real
Just got a deal, ah, more shows
And I ain’t even messin’ with these hoes
I just do it fo’ the people
Not a rim for my Rolls
I can tell ya, we don’t luv these hoes
(We don’t luv these hoes)
Yeah, he don’t even shine no mo’, damn
He don’t even write no mo’
The homie disappointed, ain’t fly no mo’
Momma feelin’ good, she ain’t cry no mo’
Yung homie told me I was doin’ this since about 04′
Got a lil bit mo’ from the soul
Than the all on my own, but it’s cool, cuz we on that
New shit, knew this, what you on bout?
Wakin’ up, early in the mornin’ I be hearin’ bout
Beef in the hood, I some things don’t change in the hood
Bang bang shoot shoot in the hood
I get wee wee that’s all ya see in the hood
Huh, dang, but I guess we livin’ good tho
And I guess we feelin’ good, bruh
Huh, I can make ya feel good tho
(Hook x2)
Make ya feel sumthin’, it’s that ring that make you feel so good
We keep it bumpin’, straight up funkin’
It’s that bump, it’t that funk
It’s that thing that make you jump
It’s that bump, it’t that funk
It’s that thing that make you jump