The Come Up pt. 1

Lyrics

[Refrain] Oh, ba-ba-ba-ba-ba Ba-ba-ba-boo-ba, ba-ba-boo-ba, ba-ba-boo-ba-ba Well, I [Verse 1: Jonwayne] Just as soon as the sun touch the meadow I was born, handcuffed to strings of Geppetto I was more, I swore that I would make it out alive 'Til the point that I had blood pumping into my eyes I'm just a cardiac ghost that wants his body back Riding whips like I'm running beside the Pontiac Spitting Busta and Dirty Bastard since second grade Standing up to the bullies for change like lemonade The East Coast held it down for me lyrically The West Coast spiritually feeling the rhythm kept me together Because my friends are hard to find with so many enemies My memories were breaking around me like winter leaves Got through the struggle with those cataclysmic verses Now I'm possessing the words to put my enemies in hearses Now they double take, then look away and run away And I don't blame 'em, before I have another thing to say Run away [Refrain] Oh, ba-ba-ba-ba-ba Ba-ba-ba-boo-ba, ba-ba-boo-ba, ba-ba-boo-ba-ba Well, I [Pre-Verse: Scoop DeVille] Now, Jon, if that's how you feel, brother I feel it [Verse 2: Scoop DeVille] I remember pulling up in the limousine To elementary, schoolin' all the students, the faculty The principal mad at me, as he should be Like, "How you get them diamonds and the jewelry? That explains why you mackin' all the cuties" Hickies on her booby, left hand on her booty Always on duty, my real life is like a movie In and out of meetings in 15 with these beats and rhymes Dropped out of school at the same damn time Making moves like a grown man wish he could While you let your time fly by, I was living good Braided up, hundred stacks, paper cuts Baby girl ass so fat, she 'bout to give it up It never fails, heads or tails When I'm sitting on chrome, she gon' blow, oh well Outside the hotel, check out by 12 Mr. DeVille, peace out, we ill [Refrain] Oh, ba-ba-ba-ba-ba Ba-ba-ba-boo-ba, ba-ba-boo-ba, ba-ba-boo-ba-ba Well, I [Verse 3: Jonwayne] I was the never the type to bet on my life Until I learned that I could dice if I was sharp as a knife Used to daydream of being a cat and chasing the mice With my claws out, jaws out, had to get the gauze I was only seven, dreamin' 'bout cuttin' the bully's balls out Searching for a female companion so I could ball out Handsome little bastard with tantrums decides to call out It's no wonder that my body and psyche had had a fallout