Nothin' They Can Do (feat. Joell Ortiz)

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Jersey Boy is the twelfth studio album by country artist Eddie Rabbitt. It was released in 1990 by Capitol Records. The album produced five singles including "On Second Thought", the final number one country hit of Rabbitt's career, and "American Boy", which became a popular song among American soldiers and citizens during the Gulf War. Jersey Boy reached number 34 on country album charts. Allmusic gave the album four out of five stars citing the tracks "Only One Love in My Life", "Feel Like a Stranger" and "Tennessee Born and Bred" as songs "that Eddie Rabbitt fans might especially enjoy." more »

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Reporting live from the basement
Brought to you by Raw Creation
Huh, Jersey!
I was born in Dirty Jerz I do em too filthy
Seen a lot of people switchin' but I'm cool, still me
You been hating on the boy but ya boo feel me
I been making lots of noise nothin' you can do wit me
I got gadgets and doohickeys
She get ratchet on the pipe I might leave her a few hickies
March 21st a star was born, first day of spring so I like it warm
Did a lot of time in the military so I know about the art of war
She want my meat she a carnivore, I'm on this beat though with Yaowa
Buy things I ain't had as a kid just to feel some nostalgia
You stupid if you ridicule, ain't tryna get a Richard Mille tryna get rich and move
They do it all the same but me I'm all about making different moves
As long as I put my best foot forward I'm good with the outcome
Unless it's by myself I can never be outdone
No unsigned artist ever had this damn good of an album
Protect your peace, check on your peeps because pussy is powerful
When they see me outside they be like who is he
The way I spin the block I got em too dizzy
Made a hundred stacks flip that into two fifty
I mean really though nothin' they can do wit me
Simple and plain, nah I'm sayin'
I'm just saying bruh ain't nothin' they can do wit me
Talk your shit primo (Joell Ortiz)
Uh, I hear you runnin' ya mouth
Talkin' bout how you the best out like I went south
Like I ain't standin' here with my chest out, pokin' my bubble vest out
Know how many years rappers been stressed out
Tryna write the kind of rhymes that I left out of a song
You rap cowards will mourn the day that Yaowa is gone
While I'm alive y'all won't give me my flowers 'cause I'm a thorn
In ya side, but that's alright I'ma keep pokin', the beast woken
The middle of the night sheets soakin' with teeth broken
That's 'cause I took a bite out my dreams hopin' it never stops
I only see L's at 3 O'clock when I peek at my watch
Laugh at these lists that I ain't on, I should be at the top
And that's as clear as air so I'm there if you see me or not
I remember not havin' gas in the hoop so I matted the coupe
And the pickup got a panoramic roof, the chain dangles
Every angle lookin' like a kaleidoscope shinin' so the finest hoes is
Innie minnie miny moe
Tuh!
They say that iron sharpens iron and I ain't got no deficiency
I got on a couple cubans on but I was built for infinity
Afro-latina Audrey Hepburn we had breakfast at Tiffany's
Hopped on the track with Joell Ortiz and the rest it was history
I make everything look too easy I know these suckas is sick of me
One morning I woke up and then I had an epiphany
Like word is bond really ain't nothin they can do wit me
You fraud ass rappers is trash, stop all the littering
This sound like a breaking and entering, treat the beat like an enemy
I be making shit move, nah I don't need an enema
Don't just do it big I max, they should put me in cinemas
Feelin' like Pac when I hit em up, feed me beats I can't get enough
I been that you ain't been enough, you tryna big over big but you ain't big enough
You should just stop while you ahead fam the jig is up
Push my buttons see my finisher I say goodbye to you and then I throw the
Two fingers up, ain't really my fault ya boo tried to hit me up
When they see me outside they be like who is he
The way I spin the block I got em too dizzy
Made a hundred stacks flip that into two fifty
I mean really though nothin' they can do wit me
I'm just statin' facts
I'm just saying bruh ain't nothin' they can do wit me
Todo mi gente where you at
I mean really though nothin' they can do wit me
You know how them Ricans do
Appreciate you papa, (Yaowa) good lookin'
It's Raw Creation over everything
Jersey Boy, if not now then when
Ain't no better time then now
Yeah, 'cause, ain't nothin' they can do wit me

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