Intro:
This that Westside Kings shit you been asking for
Up in the studio rhymes galore
Uh yo, Uh yo
Bby J
Hook:
J J Baby
Shit don't faze me
King of the 3 0s
'23 feel me see
Gon' make ya hate me
'23 feel me g
Gon' make ya hate me
Verse 1:
They play me through the stereos
While I slay you make nothin', straight zeros
Waited on, now my style you can borrow
Come follow, hated on by all these false heroes
Checkmated, y'all all gotta know if I be credible
Tell 'em sure as your whores pussy be edible
4 4's revive for war, you think me killable?
Strive for more, bare it all four cylinder
Murderer, lyrical messiah risen
Nothin' to lose, time to give in
Youngster covered in speculation
Brother facing accusations. leave
A taste of sour sinful flavour, Reputation? A minor
Mine are lesser by the hour, What Reputation?
Reputation for destruction proceeds me
Goin' unnoticed no hope when they gear me
Pardon me, if I riddle my lexicon with g dialect
Hard on MC's dribble my name upon a project
The mumble I dissect, perfect the hip hop concept
To rock a mic while on budget tech
Hook:
Uh
J J Baby
Shit don't faze me
King of the 3 0s
'23 feel me see
Gon' make ya hate me
'23 feel me g
Gon' make ya hate me
Verse 2:
You see, I'm on the bustling no one next to me
Wannabe flipping gang signs, don't wanna face me
I be tripping out to Sunshine, enemies can't see me
Through the mist, swinging fists at a memory
Purple haze when I blaze, brother
My game must amaze, no wonder
Hear my name start to echo, brother
What better follow, no wonder
Lame bickering never bother them that own
The streets, from Cobblestone to ozone
Lonesome homie, face down in the concrete
My alibi, I was in the city with a hoe and a dope beat
When I drive by got my 90's drive on repeat
Now I got, my mind screwed on rights
Hold my money tight, aim for a feat
Of fortune, true to the dream, in sight
You see, real only recognise real right
Might be why
I never sympathise
With a bitches plight
Instead I just hit 'em like a fish, no backbone
Where my CS players at? get ya roll on
Where my CS players is at?, get ya roll on
Hook:
Uh
J J Baby
Shit don't faze me
King of the 3 0s
'23 feel me see
Gon' make ya hate me
'23 feel me g
Gon' make ya hate me
Verse 3:
My mindset stricken with a gangsta complex
It goes; clothes, money, hoes 'n' flex
Dealing with threats, celebration' with sex
Everyday struggle, lucky to see tomorrow
And I can't help, but try to envision
Likely event I get shot down mid mission
Wonder if the mistresses will even be at my
Funeral attendances, probably, I can be assured
They would not shed, a slight sigh at my
Untimely demise, I bet, that said, the story will go on
Urban legacy, not gone, just free from worldly heresy
Hook:
J J Baby
Shit don't faze me
King of the 3 0s
'23 feel me see
Gon' make ya hate me
'23 feel me g
Gon' make ya hate me
J J Baby
Shit don't faze me
King of the 3 0s
'23 feel me see
Gon' make ya hate me
Outro:
Motherfucka I see ya
Spreadin' only love to my street
Gangsta lovin' from me
J J Baby
Shit don't faze me
King of the 3 0s
'23 feel me see
Gon' make ya hate me
Gonna make ya hate me