Lose It Lyrics

[Jozeemo] I got chickens looking at me from the left and the right They wanna be wife, all I want is head for the night See I'm dressed kinda tight but I'm sweating out my clothes cause I'm hot and I'm sick and damn tired of these shows Let me stop lying, I love being in the light cause I know the crowd waiting just for me to get it hype All I'm needing is a mic and a bag of that sticky Couple drinks got me feeling like a badass niggy Wanna dive off stage but I weigh two-fifty I ain't fucking up my threads cause I'm way too jiggy Hit me, I'ma be up in the back where the woods at Wanna tour every city, find out where their hood's at I don't need a hood rat, fame gave me booshie ass And she got girlfriends, now I'm playing booty tag You can brag, Jo' keep it moving with a smile I'm losing my mind, but at least a nigga lose it in his style [Chorus: Jozeemo] Now throw your hands up and "lose it" Turn your bottles up and "lose it" Spark the kush up and "lose it" Turn the music up and "lose it" I'm out of my zone, I'm out of Patron I know I'm bout "lose it", I'm out of my dome Now throw your hands up and "lose it" Turn your bottles up and "lose it" Spark the kush up and "lose it" Turn the music up and "lose it" I'm going insane, it's part of the game A nigga bout to "lose it", I know it's the fame [Phonte] Uh, it ain't nothing like being on centre stage with all the people screaming while me and my niggas is facing off Go to your corner homie, you gon' need the taping guards No scratch that nigga, you gon' need the grace of God When we finish tonight, you won't want to face tomorrow The rap, the bling, the cake, yeah we take 'em all Cause err'night, them boys they bust asses On stage they don't play +fare+ like +bus passes+ I'm Phontigallo, Master of Ceremony Master of simile and master of metaphor So you might as well get used to me amigo Tigallo Tarantino, top +Dog+ in your +Reservoir+ I wrote this to give niggas direction I eff Gary Graham so that I don't have to play him I'm on my way home way past third base When you see 'Te face, keep stepping to the ace [Chorus] [Rapper Big Pooh] Check, I play the side, Pooh cooler than the mud White T, low pro, asking who he was My {?}, drink another, now I'm buzz Cooler than a fan, nobody do it like we does I'm mic handling, send niggas scrambling Rapper Pooh hammering, crazy like Cameron I'm outstanding whenever I dictate words over beats, fuck niggas better get straight Get great, take plates, eating steak again Can't wait, back to serve, I'm the baker man Rock shows, rock hoes, why you hating Stan? Thought I said ain't nobody like me Live on stage like Dilated P No more freestyling, now I rap for a fee LS 400 or I'm low in a Capri Either way it go, your girl came to see me! [Chorus]Jozeemo f/ Little Brother - Lose It - http://motolyrics.com/jozeemo-f-little-brother/lose-it-lyrics.html