Joell Ortiz - House Slippers Lyrics
One two one twoTurn this thing up a lil' bit, yeahFor those who been wonderin what's goin on with Joell OrtizIt's a lot man, a lotFeels like I finally found my (House Slippers)My mind was goin, I stood around niggazWearin this poker face like I'm holdin acesThat so wasn't the case, thisBusiness is such a business, don't take it personalIt's more than these beats and lettin verses goDon't end up locked in and whylinLike a deaf person buyin a Roley better watch what you signinFreedom is overrated until they take itWhen it's gone feel like nothin can replace itShakin the hand that's feedin you but you hate itDisappointed in meetings cause of your weight, justImagine this man with your career in his handsGivin a ***** about your fans; he just lookin at that black and whiteSeein you ain't sell too wellYou tryin to tell him that you was on an indie that wasn't actin rightHe don't care, them numbers *****ed up his appetiteYour past just *****ed you twice like a hermaphroditeYou watchin niggaz win who ain't half as niceFaced with the choice of givin in or hit the pad and writeBut see, the fans can't knowSo you leakin freestyles and you nailed that flowKids leavin out of venues like, "He killed that show!"Screamin YAOWA everywhere but you ain't on that thoughYour loved ones sick all in the mist of thisWatchin moms shoot insulin is ridiculousYour son got a mask on, his asthma badHis older brother actin up cause he don't have his dadThe grind took forever but it happened fastListen close y'all, it happened fastRed-Eye flights out to Cali, sign to AftermathCome back and sign to Koch, you and Allen laughYou drop a album over here, left the label over thereFinally let it go y'all, the past's the pastSorry for the delay on your orderBut even in my off time I ran around the world with the SlaughterMy alter, ego is a quarterOf the best rap group but I'm back to bein me, yeah the PuertoRican, niggaz standin on the cornerWith that work for the fiends who wanna hear him more maturerStory from a project nigga, a New YorkerGettin money with the I'll-still-*****-a-nigga-up-quick auraMan, this ain't for radio playThis for the Radio Raheems who let their radio playFor the heads on the neck clickin, lookin for the best writtensTurnin to their man like, "You hear what he say?"Y'all niggaz tryna recreate back in the daysI'm just tryin to rap my ass offHopin maybe I'll impress a few niggaz from back in the dayBecause I'm finishin these new niggaz that's rappin todayYou turn this up, but not too loud niggazFeels like I finally found my (House Slippers)
