Joy Lyrics

Joy Lyrics

Part I: Skit

"Someone's in the kitchen with Dinah. Hey! Hello? Who is it??"

"BOY SCOUTS!"

"Oh no! Don't you know not to ever disturb a woman when she's cooking her favorite recipe?!"

"Hey lady, look. This a jack move!"

"Fried chicken, pork chop, chitlins, collard greens... What's wrong with you, eh? I have to get back to the kitchen. My cabbage is burning."

"Yeah, I want the cabbage and your collard greens. All of it. Right now."

"Besides, you're making me miss my favorite episode Fear Factor! I wonder if the ribs are done. You boys want to know chef's favorite recipe for musicals?"

"I don't wanna know no chef recipe?! Go 'head. Get the pump! Gon' and get the pump."

"Well I tell you. You take a half a teaspoon of Mary J. and Ciara with a dash of Slick Rick."

"Yeah, yeah, he gon' come back with the burner. Yeah, I'mma stick-- Yeah... Okay. Well, you play. Play!" "I'm back. Oh I'm back!" "Now what now!"

"It's easy as 1-2-3 play. Next, you mix Rhemario and Qu'ran in a Bangladesh style bowl to make some Nisan Stew(art). Mix some Campbell's soup..."

"And then???"

"...I prefer Warryn style myself personally, Add a pinch of Fantasia..."

"And THEN???"

"...with a Grand sized Puba, then you sprinkle one Scoop Fatman throughout to add flavor and a dab of Soul Diggaz

Then you throw a tablespoon of Timbaland and half a Neptune smothered in hot Scott Storch dressing."

"We gon' smother you in some hot sauce. Whatever you said."

"...and you serve with a side order of Mike Jones."

"Mike Jones?" "Who?" "Mike Jones!"

"It's best served with a cold St. Nick brew, whichever you prefer. And there you have it kiddies. This is my perfect recipe for a delicious meal. Enjoyyyyyyyyyyy!"

Part II: Joy

Joy

Oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh

Joy

Joy

Oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh - so sick!

Joy

Oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh

Timbo, what they do

They try to be like Missy but they have no clue

On how I'm spittin over beats the way I move

I move so smooth in my shell toe shoes

Now put the needle on the record, show'n'prove

Since ninety-two I came to win and never lose

They try to stop a chubby chick from comin through

My belly out and sellin out these venues

My skills, will fulfill, those who drink booze

My attitude is super cool like I'm subdued

And those who fake I take on you and your dudes

I rule the streets I break 'em down with no tools

And Misdemeanor give the finger to y'all fools (HOLLA!)

Whoever doubted that I'm 'bout it check the news

And if you snooze on me this year your ass will lose

Cause I will bruise, my loose screws is like ooh

When I come out, get your release dates moved

This year y'all gon' all lose sleep

I break 'em off somethin, break 'em off somethin

[Scratched] This year y'all gon' all lose sleep

This year y'all gon' all lose sleep, when I

Break 'em off somethin, break 'em off somethin

(Big shout out to Timbaland!)

This year you hear a real MC, when I

Break break b-b-break break break...

I flow over a beat that make a chick weave blow

And those who try to compete to the wall I throw

So, I drop it low, 808 kick low

Like oh oh-oh oh, oh oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh

Mr. Mos', this beat he compose

While I kill the track, leave your ears decomposed

Fake rappers, this year, your lies will be exposed

Like oh oh-oh oh, oh Missy, steal the show-ow-ow (Holla!)

Spit on breakbeats, make rappers lose sleep

Make labels unable drop they artists on leak

I keep 'em knee deep, need me, be me

Hardly, and basically, I do it nice and slow-ow-ow

I'm slowin, the track down, so you don't miss the shit

That Misdemeanor talkin like that chronic get you super high

This year y'all gon' all lose sleep

I break 'em off somethin, break 'em off somethin

This year you hear a real MC

[Scratch] Oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh

This year y'all gon' all lose sleep, when I (Mike Jones! Who?)

Break 'em off somethin, break 'em off somethin (Mike Jones! Who? Mike Jones!)

This year you hear a real MC (Geyeah!)

Break 'em off somethin, break 'em off somethin

See I'm a pimp that's on my grind, I hustle like all the time

I speak what's on my mind, my teeth'll make you blind

My heat'll lay you down, whenever you come around

Forsaken out there mistreated your life'll be deleted

Cause I don't play dat, you know I don't play dat

Wherever you talkin noise is where you gon' lay at

I'm supa dupa fly like Missy Missy

Before the fame came majors used to diss me

But now I'm on top, I'm hot I can't stop (Stop)

Before my deal came my shows was sold out

House been on the hill, diamonds been in my grill

I'm trill like U.G.K., you know I keep it real

I'm who? Mike Jones, WHO? Mike Jones

WHO? Mike Jones and I can't be cloned

2-8-1, 3-3-oh, 8-zero-zero-fo'

That's my cell phone number, hit me on the low

I got (Holla! Yes)

Hold up, I see a lot of folks in here sittin 'round like your shoes too tight

If you wear a size 10, don't cram yo' shit up in a size 6 ladies

Be proud of yo' big-ass feet

We came to party up in this bitch