Just Ask Us (Clean)

Lyrics

Hydra Entertainment ft. Punchline & Wordsworth and Matt Fingaz - "Just Ask Us" [Emcee(s): Wordsworth, Matt Fingaz, and Wordsworth] [Producer(s): Nick Wiz] [Intro: Wordsworth] There's a first time for everything. Words [Verse 1: Wordsworth] My mind has so many subjects, I could aid a king Lynch all you rappers just to get the hang of things. The truth: No special effects. It's hard for you to go Against me head-to-head like homosexual sex No rescue attempts, aight? Chill (Aight?). For bragging rights Black and white, Fahrenheits that'll melt your ice grill Done daily. You hit the pad once a month like periods I'm the flesh that connects in currencies pyramids, experiment Optional executions. Y'all niggas Mention Words, but won't do nothing like revolutions Every man is created equal besides me—specifications On my I.D., I'm multiplied by three Confrontations will help you collect your compensation check My stats so high, it has an observation deck Autobiographic, let you have it. My brain's Packed with so many raps/wraps, it contracts fire hazards Tracks mastered, here's an additional mix I'm a step ahead 'cause I write while y'all listen to this Accordingly, a chance formerly, funerals formally Operate, you're an orderly, you sound anal orally Only get rotation when promoting at the station, you ain't Overrated. You only got signed 'cause you're related [Hook: Wordsworth and (All)] (x2) Want chicks that give head? (Just ask us) Want pussy instead? (Just ask us) Hot raps and hot tracks? (Just ask us) Anything from flows to hoes? (We got it) [Verse 2: Matt Fingaz] Too many Girls in this world got their morals confused Like "Electric (Relaxation)," got the chorus confused. I'm getting Bomb threats from concepts. (According to who?) You know The Matt Fingaz haters—I suppose there's a few. I'm Caught Up Like the movie getting all torn up In a rap race, rat race all for what? You never Drive 'em if they're punks—you can call a bus. You can't Hang with S-Double 'til you ball like us. We're all-in Get my people—I'll repeat it again. 'Til we all Sign the dotted line with the rottenest rhymes, (battling time) Major labels better watch their behinds, and greedy girls Always want ice—monotonous dimes—"that's A bitch move," something that Canibus wouldn't approve. Start Looking to the Most High, spiritually loose, take my Battle ax to battle cats, split 'em in two, and if We're not going gold, I'ma blame it on you [Hook: Wordsworth and (All)] (x2) Want chicks that give head? (Just ask us) Want pussy instead? (Just ask us) Hot raps and hot tracks? (Just ask us) Anything from flows to hoes? (We got it) [Verse 3: Punchline] On-point and ready, two sips of Henny Had your girl doing Striptease like Demi The way she fake an orgasm, she should get an Emmy Sex many (Wha?), lap-dance for a penny (Uh!) For those that envy, squeeze 'til I'm empty When I come through, talk under your breath like Kenny (Yeah) Cash by the bundle (What?), ass on the humble (Yeah) Slow with no trouble, you cuff the mic and mumble On the corners, I hustle, careers crumble. For money I fiend, turn my Eyes-Green like E Double (E Double) I drink octane and spit hot flames and make you wish Your moms would have swallowed you when your pops came I got game for all rappers I get up in that ass like Gooden's cancer Words and Punchline, we ahead of the game Love girls who give brain plus the cash and fame [Hook: Wordsworth and (All)] (x2) Want chicks that give head? (Just ask us) Want pussy instead? (Just ask us) Hot raps and hot tracks? (Just ask us) Anything from flows to hoes? (We got it)