BG Bullet Wound - Stop Jeffin lyrics
[Intro: Tech N9ne] Jeffin, the act of kissing a** in or brown nosing in a persons face When in actuality you really have ill feelings toward that person [Hook: Krizz Kaliko] Lady momma momma top of the world and I ain't stoppin' no Things goin' change today my thing droppin'droppin' See you when I was broke-broke Ain't said nuttin'-no Now that the n***a poppin all them b**hes get to jeffin When you see me rollin' up- Stop Jeffin! Stop Jeffin! They be like "wha**up" Stop Jeffin! Stop Jeffin! Yea you- Stop Jeffin! We ain't cool- Stop Jeffin! Point your fingers- Stop Jeffin! Stop Jeffin! Da na na na [Tech N9ne] This is Kansas City lingo blurrr you mungo single You call it jockin' but stop jeffin's what we bring you It's when people really hate you but love you when you in the place So if ya "don't like me stay the hell up out my face Hey!" Don't be jeffin with me Mr. Jefferson I pill fit-it Jeffery from Jefferson City I'm sick and I'll pull the k**-switch Talkin' behind my back gotta wrap your man and tell me how you really feel wit' it And if it's real then we can deal wit' it Jeffin is a**-kissin' then talkin trash dissin' When you missin' when you present he b**hin' "have chicken" No gizzard he 'bout to get it wit' a liver be Welcome to misery, cookin Jeffery rotisserie Swinging on the deals-nic, jeffin for a hot second Turn around and cut me down I'mma catch you rollin' Prospect And my obsession will begin or I consend a n***a in Glock heaven So maf**a stop jeffin! [Hook] [BG Bullet Wound] What's happenin' This for them n***as that saw we shappin' them Jeffro Bo Dean n***as "oooo he so clean wit' it" Slappin' two fifteens canary yellow bright Ho's like to jeff with they jizzle they flaunt it every night Every night poppin this pistol bottles up off every flight Maf**ers they won't do it but they ain't livin' right Where you get your shoes from? where you get your weed at? Whatcha freakin' eyes on man I know your gee's fat But I don't really f** wit' this n***a Put him off in the back seat with Tech N9ne he stuck wit' this n***a Cause I'm jeffin-jeffin no I can't help ya-help ya Grab your sack and get to steppin'-steppin Off of deuce click homie yea I'm keepin' it reppin' Keepin' it flexin' keepin' all you Jeffery's in session "correction" and I don't really know what the f** Hell nah I don't know no Tech and no Kutt so quit jeffin [Hook] [Kutt Calhoun] They rest to d**h in my skinny's and twenty-three's You get dressed to impress but you lookin' like mini me's But the jeff is un-neccesary that you givin' me Makes me question the jesture of your s**uality "Hey!" You n***as approach me like y'all the b**hes be all up on my dick Askin' for telephone numbers hopin' to take pictures of sh** If I wasn't in this business you n***as wouldn't even call You see me the source of the murder dog now you swingin' balls Hey Kutt can you get on my album n***a y'all click is the sh** You puttin' the town on the map I'm thinking this n***a's a b**h When I wasn't makin' no noise you wasn't a part of no Kutty No I'mma tax you maf**ers for half of your budgets Take a big breathe of this hella shwagga with relish it Inhale it and tell me if you can handle the smell of it It smell like I'm rich don't it, I know when you pimps want it So quit all that chattin' you ain't equip for this sh** fold-it [Hook]