Barbershop Talk by J-Spliff Lyrics
[Verse 1: AZ]
Out of the shadows
Bend forward spittin' bow and arrows
Well known to pierce through your bone marrow
Fresh [?], soft cut cattle
Fuck battles, steer down this gun barrel
Sounds travel, name-drop, veins pop
Weight pusher, y'all coughin' cocaine spots
Stop, just that cool breeze ease out
That field niggas leap out
But really wanna beep out
Reroute, twist make your bitch wanna reach out
Sneak out, thrown shots of lean to make 'em freak out
Heat out, so I gotta show 'em that I'm seein' clout
A groover, smoother than the Bourdillon Steve Stoute
Weed mouth, drier than the desert in Sahara
Spasm, Mayweather style, I'm a jabber
Rather play all retarded when I started
Regardless, niggas can't hear the movin' target
Heartless, came from the hood, it's all good
Did what I could, wish a nigga would -
Go left with it, 'cause I'm to the death with it
[?], ears Bissonette frigid
Livin' like every day is the last
Fast, fly clothes, hoes, and that cash
Ax - and you'll hear the same
Homie, ain't a game, what's my motherfuckin' name?
[Interlude: J-Spliff]
Yeah, uh
You know how it go
That good ol', good ol' barbershop talk
AZ, J-Spliff, wuddah
[Verse 2: J-Spliff]
Cliff Uwey, casually chillin' in the Two-Piece
Move me, you need more than bars and some Gucci
Stupid, I don't smoke, run off with your loosies
Actually, I prefer to run the whole factory
Rappers be, talkin' 'bout how they livin' lavagely
Talkin' how they 'bout it, I dare you to go after me
Hardbody talk, followed by some kiddie powerwalk
Get you out lyin' by some chalk
Son, I'm 10 deep I know how to turn 'em off
Gs keep quiet, they ain't gotta need the floss
Boss, get my job description out yo' mouth
You're nothin' but an employee
Tryna put your pimp on me
Jeez, you better put yo' pen on ease
Make your flow freeze, motherfucker, please
I' been choppin' lil trees down
I couldn't give a fuck how yo' CD sound
Free me now, like I'm Mandela locked up
I grind for beliefs yo my swing like nunchucks
Our body backbeats leave the whole booth slumped up
Who want what? You better come equipped to jump up
Some act wild but got nothin' to show
Others Pa-Ki, but prefer to lay low
Me I stay the same, positioned in the game
Top seated dude, what's my motherfuckin' name?
Out of the shadows
Bend forward spittin' bow and arrows
Well known to pierce through your bone marrow
Fresh [?], soft cut cattle
Fuck battles, steer down this gun barrel
Sounds travel, name-drop, veins pop
Weight pusher, y'all coughin' cocaine spots
Stop, just that cool breeze ease out
That field niggas leap out
But really wanna beep out
Reroute, twist make your bitch wanna reach out
Sneak out, thrown shots of lean to make 'em freak out
Heat out, so I gotta show 'em that I'm seein' clout
A groover, smoother than the Bourdillon Steve Stoute
Weed mouth, drier than the desert in Sahara
Spasm, Mayweather style, I'm a jabber
Rather play all retarded when I started
Regardless, niggas can't hear the movin' target
Heartless, came from the hood, it's all good
Did what I could, wish a nigga would -
Go left with it, 'cause I'm to the death with it
[?], ears Bissonette frigid
Livin' like every day is the last
Fast, fly clothes, hoes, and that cash
Ax - and you'll hear the same
Homie, ain't a game, what's my motherfuckin' name?
[Interlude: J-Spliff]
Yeah, uh
You know how it go
That good ol', good ol' barbershop talk
AZ, J-Spliff, wuddah
[Verse 2: J-Spliff]
Cliff Uwey, casually chillin' in the Two-Piece
Move me, you need more than bars and some Gucci
Stupid, I don't smoke, run off with your loosies
Actually, I prefer to run the whole factory
Rappers be, talkin' 'bout how they livin' lavagely
Talkin' how they 'bout it, I dare you to go after me
Hardbody talk, followed by some kiddie powerwalk
Get you out lyin' by some chalk
Son, I'm 10 deep I know how to turn 'em off
Gs keep quiet, they ain't gotta need the floss
Boss, get my job description out yo' mouth
You're nothin' but an employee
Tryna put your pimp on me
Jeez, you better put yo' pen on ease
Make your flow freeze, motherfucker, please
I' been choppin' lil trees down
I couldn't give a fuck how yo' CD sound
Free me now, like I'm Mandela locked up
I grind for beliefs yo my swing like nunchucks
Our body backbeats leave the whole booth slumped up
Who want what? You better come equipped to jump up
Some act wild but got nothin' to show
Others Pa-Ki, but prefer to lay low
Me I stay the same, positioned in the game
Top seated dude, what's my motherfuckin' name?