It takes talent to make the struggle to succeed seem effortless, but that is the gift that separates artists like Brooklyn's John Jackson, aka Fabolous, from the everyday MC. While most rappers spend more and more time convincing the masses of their "hustle," Fabolous lets his work speak for his effort. With two platinum albums (2001's Ghetto Fabolous and 2003's Street Dreams) and one Gold (2004's Real Talk) to his credit, the veteran hitmaker still exudes a rookie-of-the year swagger. After recording for both Elektra and Atlantic Records, Fab is enjoying a home coming with the legendary Def Jam label. His first recorded song was "If They Want It" from DJ Clue's The Professional, which was released by Roc-A-Fella/Def Jam in 1998.
"I had people in my corner already over there," Fab says of DJ Clue and A&R Skane, the Desert Storm duo who discovered Fabolous. "So it wasn't like I was coming to a new neighborhood."
While he doesn't site any one reason for his move, Fabolous has learned a lot from his time in the industry and is eager to capitalize on his experience. "I haven't peaked yet," he explains. "I was happy with the past records, but I have some adversity to learn off of for the future."
It's appropriate that Fabolous is getting a fresh start for his latest release because he wants From Nothin' to Somethin' to be a rebirth for his fans old and new. "Everybody is trying to take what they have and make something more," says Fabolous, explaining the album's title. "It's a new year, everybody's on their hustle, back in the gym and I'm trying to give them some inspiration. This is music to chase your money too, work out--motivation music.
The first single "Make Me Better" is produced by Grammy Award winning producer Timbaland and finds Fabolous doing what he does best; blending radio ready sound beds with clever and memorable lyrics. Rapping that he needs "a Corretta Scott to make me King" Fab picks up with his female fans where "Baby" left off. "It's a great feel good record, it's got a lot of style to it," he says. "I wanted a record that could show that I could touch different people with my music."
Already recognized for his hit-making ability, Fabolous is eager to show the diversity of his technique while staying true to his blueprint for success. On the cocky "Make Money" he cleverly borrows Notorious B.I.G's trademark chuckle to comment on the laugh-ability of his competition: "these dudes is stand up rappers, hip-hop comedians, I start laughin as soon as I put your CD in." His wit and wordplay is not something he gets enough credit for, but the MC is confident people will come around. "Certain people recognize it," he says, "but its like they'll sing it in the shower, but they won't sing it outside. It's all good though. One of them days you gonna get drunk and start singing that song."
Enlisting a whose-who list of guests that includes Akon, Young Jeezy, Ne-Yo and Junior Reed, Fabolous plays to a variety of audiences on this disc, but there is no mistaking that it's his show from beginning to end. The anthemic "Brooklyn" features a yet to be disclosed surprise guest and "Change Up" pairs Fab with singer, producer extraodinaire Akon helping him reflect on his life and career.
"Anytime you become a successful person, people may look at you and say you changed," explains Fabolous, who references the October 2006 shooting that took place outside of Justin's restaurant in the lyrics of the song. "That record just talks about people changing as a person for money, how they carry themselves and treat other people. For me, I might have changed where I live or my number, but I haven't changed as a person…I slid a line or two about what happened in October but I'm not coming out with a bullet proof vest or anything."
The playful "Foggin Up The Windows," produced by Miami's The Runners, features R. Kelly's chopped and screwed vocals from his hit "Ignition" to prop up Fabolous' ode to parkin' lot pimpin' of the more carnal kind.
"I just took it back to trying to get some in the car," he says with a laugh. "Everyone's either done it or tried to get some in the car. It may not have been the place of choice but everybody's had a hotel on wheels."
Other rewind worthy tracks like "Real Playa" featuring Lloyd, "Diamonds" featuring Young Jeezy and the Just Blaze produced "Back To School" round out an impressive collection that makes From Nothin' to Somethin' worth the two-year wait. In his absence no artist has come close to matching his boyish charm, wit and unassuming cool both on and off the mic. With a new team and a pop of his collar Fabolous is indeed "fresh to Def."
"I'm trying to bring good music back to the game," he says confidently. "And anybody that's bringing good music, the hype is gonna follow them."
kiss yo ass goodbye
Fabolous Lyrics
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D-Block
Oh yeah by the way
This is the remix
Who!
You can kiss your ass good-bye
D-Block D-Block D-Block D-Block
Ayo the flow is here, the dough is here
They gon' call this the hardest remix of the year
The wrist is sickled, the nine is nickled
The inside tanned, the outer pickled
The dutch is rolled, the yak is poured
You runnin' your mouth, I'm gettin' you jawed
I'm wavin' the blade, I'm tellin' you back up
You empty your pockets, I'm pickin' your pack up
You can act stupid if you wanna
Like you don't know what block I'm in front of
I'm out in New York or down in the south
I'm out in the trap with gold in my mouth
They booked me for the clubs in the hood
Where niggas scared to go but Sheek Louch good
Its loaded when I get out the car like la da da da da
You can kiss your ass good-bye
D-Block D-Block D-Block D-Block
La da da da da da
Yeah D-Block
They say hate spread faster than love
So the Bentley is black, same color as the mask and the gloves
With me, I'ma send a bastard the bub
Before he give a police to first and last gov'
These dickhead niggas, you shoot 'em they bleed cum
And two pussies they with, just make it a threesome
They growin' up quick, you gotta buy your seed guns
Matic spray magazines before they could read one
My glass jaws had a hell of a we run
La da da da da da as we proceed son
And I know, every hood got a street flame if not they need one
I'm thinkin' short range, give me a Sport Range
And when it get warmer, I'm jumpin' in the stormer
Duck when I'm passin' by
Put your head between your legs, kiss your ass good-bye, braaa
You can kiss your ass good-bye
D-Block D-Block D-Block D-Block
La da da da da da
You niggas lost y'all game, I'm throwin' a rock down
Just to put y'all D, I'm back on the block now
Runnin' your mouth, 'fore I shit all in it
All y'all ass and I'm about to dig all in it
I birthed you niggas, I fed and I burped you niggas
Quick as that, I will earth you niggas
Clothed you niggas, wiped the snot from the nose of you niggas
Want not to expose you niggas, fist knife or razor fight
I got a year and a day, still played it like they gave me life
Can't walk through the jail without shackles and two cops
Throwin' shit on the warden outta the food slop
Got connects with pop, he boofin' the weed plants
Get my khakis washed, I'm pressed for the food stamps
Respect in the jail, a check in the mail
I stay on the phone, I don't put collect on the bill
You can kiss your ass good-bye
D-Block D-Block D-Block D-Block
La da da da da da
Ay, you better know I'm going all-out, whatever the cost
So fuck whoever hate that I'm the king of the South
You gon' forever see me flossed, Spyder with the top off
Third gear I got lost to the million dollar law
J.G. with a fleet of bitches take your tops off
I'm a seven-figure nigga, paid the cost to be the boss
On the streets or behind the wall
Lift weights, get straight, 'til it's time to ball
Even if I never sell a million times at all
Dope boy trap niggas, I'll grind for y'all
Pimp Squad, D-Block I'll ride for y'all
A-Town to Y.O, see the Chevy ride slow
With the light turned down and the beat down low
.40 cal's and K's out the window
You better do like Lil' Jon told you "Get Low"
'Cause you can cancel Christmas, when the chopper-missle hit you
I ain't waiting for permission, I'ma flip it 'til it gets you
You can kiss your ass good-bye
D-Block D-Block D-Block D-Block
La da da da da da
In "Kiss Yo Ass Goodbye," Fabolous and D-Block boast about their power and dominance over other rappers and their enemies. They showcase their wealth, hard work, and ability to intimidate through their gritty and aggressive lyrics. The song is a remix of Fabolous's original track, and D-Block adds their own verses to the remix that further emphasize their toughness and strength.
The lyrics contain vivid imagery as the rappers describe their weapons, attire, and behavior. They mention waving a blade and picking pockets, as well as wearing gold in their mouth and owning a black Bentley. They boast about being able to run any block and handle any situation. They also make references to prison and the streets and the struggle to make it out alive and successful.
Overall, "Kiss Yo Ass Goodbye" is a reflection of the street culture and the harsh realities of urban life. The rappers use language that is rough, vulgar, and explicit, but it captures the essence of their message and their world.
Line by Line Meaning
Y'all know what this is
Introducing the song
D-Block
Shout-out to D-Block crew
Oh yeah by the way
In addition to what's been said before
This is the remix
This is a new version of an existing song
Who!
Expression of excitement or enthusiasm
You can kiss your ass good-bye
You're in trouble and it's too late to save yourself
D-Block D-Block D-Block D-Block
Repeating the crew's name for emphasis
La da da da da da
Nonsensical words used for rhythm
Ayo the flow is here, the dough is here
The rapper is here, the money is here
They gon' call this the hardest remix of the year
People will consider this the best remix of the year
The wrist is sickled, the nine is nickled
The watch is expensive, the gun is silver
The inside tanned, the outer pickled
The car's interior is brown, the exterior is black
The dutch is rolled, the yak is poured
The blunt is ready, the cognac is poured
You runnin' your mouth, I'm gettin' you jawed
You're talking too much and I'm going to punch you
I'm wavin' the blade, I'm tellin' you back up
I'm brandishing a knife to intimidate you
You empty your pockets, I'm pickin' your pack up
I'm stealing your money and valuables
You can act stupid if you wanna
You can pretend to be dumb if you like
Like you don't know what block I'm in front of
You're trying to act like you don't know where I am
I'm out in New York or down in the south
I'm in different places, both up north and down south
I'm out in the trap with gold in my mouth
I'm in a dangerous neighborhood showing off my wealth
They booked me for the clubs in the hood
I got booked to perform at clubs in the ghetto
Where niggas scared to go but Sheek Louch good
Where people are afraid to go but Sheek Louch is doing fine
Its loaded when I get out the car like la da da da da
I'm ready to fight or shoot if necessary
They say hate spread faster than love
People tend to be more negative than positive
So the Bentley is black, same color as the mask and the gloves
I'm driving a black Bentley to match my black mask and gloves
With me, I'ma send a bastard the bub
I'm going to shoot someone with a gun
Before he give a police to first and last gov'
Before he talks to the cops and snitches
These dickhead niggas, you shoot 'em they bleed cum
These stupid guys have no worth, you shoot them and they're worthless
And two pussies they with, just make it a threesome
And the two guys with them are also weak and useless
They growin' up quick, you gotta buy your seed guns
Kids are growing up fast, you have to arm them
Matic spray magazines before they could read one
Teach them how to shoot before they learn how to read
My glass jaws had a hell of a we run
My enemies are not strong, I've been winning for a while
La da da da da da as we proceed son
Nonsensical words used for rhythm
And I know, every hood got a street flame if not they need one
Every neighborhood needs someone who can handle trouble
I'm thinkin' short range, give me a Sport Range
I'm thinking about driving a Sport Range car for short trips
And when it get warmer, I'm jumpin' in the stormer
When the weather gets better, I'll drive my Stormer car
Duck when I'm passin' by
Get out of the way when I'm driving
Put your head between your legs, kiss your ass good-bye, braaa
You're in danger and you'll probably die
You niggas lost y'all game, I'm throwin' a rock down
You're not winning anymore, I'm throwing a curveball
Just to put y'all D, I'm back on the block now
I'm back in the neighborhood for a show of force
Runnin' your mouth, 'fore I shit all in it
You're talking too much, I'll embarrass you
All y'all ass and I'm about to dig all in it
I'm about to beat you all
I birthed you niggas, I fed and I burped you niggas
I took care of you like a father
Quick as that, I will earth you niggas
I'll get rid of you quickly
Clothed you niggas, wiped the snot from the nose of you niggas
I took care of you like a father
Want not to expose you niggas, fist knife or razor fight
I don't want to reveal your secrets, we better fight
I got a year and a day, still played it like they gave me life
I got a long prison sentence, but I survived like I'm serving life
Can't walk through the jail without shackles and two cops
I'm always under heavy surveillance in prison
Throwin' shit on the warden outta the food slop
I'm insulting the warden by throwing food at him
Got connects with pop, he boofin' the weed plants
I know people who can smuggle drugs into prison
Get my khakis washed, I'm pressed for the food stamps
I'm so broke that I'm excited to receive food stamps
Respect in the jail, a check in the mail
I have the respect of the inmates and I received money in the mail
I stay on the phone, I don't put collect on the bill
I have a lot of phone conversations and I don't want to pay for collect calls
Ay, you better know I'm going all-out, whatever the cost
I'm willing to do anything, regardless of the cost
So fuck whoever hate that I'm the king of the South
I don't care about haters who don't like that I'm the king of the South
You gon' forever see me flossed, Spyder with the top off
You'll always see me showing off my wealth, driving a convertible car
Third gear I got lost to the million dollar law
I was so focused on making money that I lost track of time
J.G. with a fleet of bitches take your tops off
I'm hanging out with a lot of women, who are taking their clothes off
I'm a seven-figure nigga, paid the cost to be the boss
I'm very rich and I earned my position of power
On the streets or behind the wall
I'm respected both in the streets and in prison
Lift weights, get straight, 'til it's time to ball
I'm working out and getting in shape for when I get out of prison
Even if I never sell a million times at all
Even if I'm not the most successful artist
Dope boy trap niggas, I'll grind for y'all
I'll work hard to make money for drug dealers
Pimp Squad, D-Block I'll ride for y'all
I'm loyal to my crew and I'm ready to fight for them
A-Town to Y.O, see the Chevy ride slow
I'm driving a slow Chevrolet from Atlanta to Yonkers
With the light turned down and the beat down low
My car's lights are off and the music is low
.40 cal's and K's out the window
I have guns out the car window
You better do like Lil' Jon told you "Get Low"
You better get out of my way
'Cause you can cancel Christmas, when the chopper-missle hit you
You'll be dead if I shoot my gun
I ain't waiting for permission, I'ma flip it 'til it gets you
I won't wait for anyone's approval, I'll do what I want until I get what I want
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: D JONES, DEVONGELO JONES, JOSEPH JOHNSON
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
livoneproductions
Sheek said it in the first verse. They are going to call this the hardest remix of the year. He should of said forever. I still bang this tune and it's 2018. I will bang it for years after too. This tune gives me goosebumps. D-BLOCK ALL DAY, EVERYDAY.
Stan Bibbs
livoneproductions I agree 💯 definitely the best remix of a lifetime RS #StraightClassic
Stan Bibbs
livoneproductions I agree 💯 definitely the best remix of a lifetime RS #StraightClassic
SoM- General
🔥🔥🔥 T.i
Flash Money
Rs all fucking day
Life
The beat alone can end any career let alone the artists 🔥
Benny Sasso
100
Nick Shelton
Life Heeeel yea!!
Sharpness Monstah SharpMC
And now they talking bout LOX vs Dipset 🤦🏽♂️🤦🏽♂️
Craig Taft
Still bumping this today 🔥