Talkin'
J.P. Rags Lyrics
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Focused getting racks and he don't come to play
Women shaking ass when he come onto the stage
So I don't give a fuck what a hater got to say they
Talk, talk , they talkin'
Talk, talk , they talkin'
Talk, talk , they talkin'
Talk, talk , they talkin'
Fear that I'm gon' come up so they talkin'
Jealousy and envy got em talkin'
But I don't give a fuck if they talkin'
These dudes sentimental
Clean your mouth out no dental
Boy that shit detrimental
You ain't hitting no signal antennal
Spray the gas ooo I'm out of there, voodoo
Hit the scene and blow up and they actin' like they knew you
Bitch you disconnected, bluetooth
Steady watching me you might as well go sub the youtube
Press a motherfucker then they keep it coy
I'm a bear but I ain't from illinois
Way that I maneuver man i gotta ploy
Build a legacy the family can enjoy
Let me tell you a story about a fella 'round the way
Focused getting racks and he don't come to play
Women shaking ass when he come onto the stage
So I don't give a fuck what a hater got to say they
Talk, talk , they talkin
Talk, talk , they talkin
Talk, talk , they talkin
Talk, talk , they talkin
They hear about a rumor they talkin'
Fear that i'm gon' come up so they talkin'
Jealousy and envy got em talkin'
But I don't give a fuck if they talkin'
Got the sauce, soy going strong like a tomboy
Busting through the gates with a motherfucking convoy
Hopping out the grate like a batman scenario
Leave shawty yelping but her name ain't mario
Rent free, you want this shit like a dope fiend
Making noise up in the city better hit the code green
Hustling mostly
Hater talking bullshit in my ears what I don't need
On the roads like cody
Sliding in four deep
Keeping it lowkey
They crossing me holy
Don't matter to me I'm getting guacamole
Let me tell you a story about a fella 'round the way
Focused getting racks and he don't come to play
Women shaking ass when he come onto the stage
So I don't give a fuck what a hater got to say they
Talk, talk , they talkin
Talk, talk , they talkin
Talk, talk , they talkin
Talk, talk , they talkin
They hear about a rumor they talkin'
Fear that i'm gon' come up so they talkin'
Jealousy and envy got em talkin'
But I don't give a fuck if they talkin'
In J.P. Rags's song "Talkin' in 2-3", the rapper Uchies opens the track quick and boastful, claiming that he can't stay away from the microphone even though he thinks it's crazy. He promotes his smooth talking skills to women, suggesting that he can "holla spit game" like an NBA player, but also refers to his laid back nature. Uchies also addresses those who may be snooping through his phone, claiming they won't find anything damning, and makes references to his Mexican heritage and love for French language. Uchies throws shots at people who come across fake in his life and talks up his crew, the F-M-B or "Fuccin' with my Brothers".
The song is a typical depiction of braggadocious rap, with Uchies highlighting his skills in attracting women and money making like many of his contemporaries. He also heavily references his crew several times throughout the track, as well as boasting about his own heritage and linguistic skills. The overall impression is one of confidence and assertion, with Uchies seemingly enjoying his status as a player in the music industry.
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Uchies
Introducing the singer
Bacc on the mic
Back on the microphone for a new track
Shit crazy I can't stay out this mothafucca
The singer enjoys making music too much to stop
Look
Attention grabber
I be catching hints can you say it with ya chest?
I can sense that you have something to say, so why not speak boldly?
I'm always sweet talking baby let me get some rest
I'm good at romantic talk, but I need a break
I ain't no chatterbox ima laid back playa
I'm not someone who just chatters endlessly, I'm a relaxed and skilled guy
No i'm not a thot but it's easy like a layup
I'm not someone who casually sleeps around, but for me, getting a partner comes easily
I'm really not a playa i'm just sayin'
I'm not a player, I'm just expressing my viewpoint
I can holla spit game back to back Dame Dolla
I can talk smoothly and convincingly without pausing, just like how Dame Dolla plays basketball effortlessly
Uchies in the booth and he spittin' like a loogie
Uchies is in the recording booth and he is rapping with intensity
We can chill for 10 days, prolly sign you like you Boogie
We can get to know each other for a while, and then I might give you a record deal like Boogie
Wearing all my hoodies do I look like A Boogie?
I'm wearing my hoodies, but do I look like A Boogie?
Goin' through my phone well I guess you just a rookie
If you're snooping around in my phone, you must not know what you're doing
You ain't find shit
You didn't find anything damaging or incriminating
What the fucc you want a cookie?
Why do you need recognition or praise for doing something basic?
Yes I flip bags scuff marks on the Ballys
Yes, I sell drugs, and my Bally shoes have scuffs
Don on the line best believe it's a rally
Don is part of our team, so you can believe we're powerful
Always with my brothas different blood but we family
I'm always with my close friends, who may have different backgrounds but are like family
F-M-B till I die no cappin'
The F-M-B (Free My Brothers) cause is something I'll support until I die, and I'm not lying
Fuccin with the mob it's a wrap like saran
If you're messing with our group, it's over for you like wrapping in plastic wrap
Whole lotta blickys this Iraq not the Land
We have a lot of guns, like Iraq, not like peaceful farmland
Whole lotta blues like a crip with these bands
We have a lot of blue money, like a member of the Crips gang
Fallin' out my hand that's my Uchie stance
I'm holding things loosely, which is what Uchie does
You gotta pretty face that's my oouwee glance
You're attractive, and that's what would make me use a catchphrase like 'oouwee'
And if I get lucky i'm the coochie man
If things go well, I'll be the one someone chooses to sleep with
Jiggin' on the beat yes i'm in my bag
I'm rapping well, and I'm in the zone
Stepping on the beat or what Spongebob said
I'm rapping with confidence, like how Spongebob Squarepants confidently said 'I'ma head out'
Nonchalant dude ion care but it's true
I'm a laid-back person, and I don't care much, but what I'm saying is true
On to the next cause I really hate to stress
I like moving on from difficult things quickly, as I don't like experiencing stress
I don't fall in love cause I do it to the necc
I don't usually fall in love because I mainly do it for sex
I love pretty women but they always live in Tex
I'm attracted to pretty women, but it seems like many of them live in Texas
Ima Mexican dude but my love language French
I'm Mexican, but my way of showing affection is similar to that of the French
Get it from my gramps may the pimp lay in rest
My grandfather was a pimp, and I inherited some of his romantic tendencies after he passed away
I ask where ya from I ain't talkin' bout the set
I'm asking you where you're originally from, not where you currently live or represent
Baby you so bad you gotta be off the jet
You're so attractive that you must have flown in from somewhere far away
Ion do socials cause i'm barely on the net
I don't use social media much, as I'm hardly ever online
These niggas so fake and these bitches play pretend
Many men are insincere or phony, and many women act like they're something they're not
Every time i'm on the scene they just wanna make amends
Whenever I'm around, people usually want to apologize for something they did wrong
I ain't here for fake friends
I'm not interested in having shallow, insincere friends
The mob came for the M's
Our group came here for money, which begins with an 'M'
Wattstown goon I just had to represent
I'm from Wattstown, and I'm representing my hometown with pride
Bag Blower Uchies done did it again
Uchies has created another excellent musical performance
I just shitbagged the mic like a verbal drive-by
I just delivered a powerful, offensive lyrical performance, like a drive-by shooting
Dapped up the goonz we don't do high fives
I gave my close friends fist-bumps, as we don't do traditional high fives
Callin' us a gang ion know any signs
People refer to us as a gang, but I don't know any gang symbols
The homie here deaf we just talkin' with the guy
One of my friends is deaf, so we're communicating with him using sign language
Eatin' up the beat I ain't even order fries
I'm doing a great job rapping, without even needing any extra 'fries' or embellishments
It's the mob
Reiterating the group identity
F-M-B
Abbreviation for 'Free My Brothers', a common slogan among incarcerated people's supporters
Uchies
Closing the song with the singer's name
Come here Lucky, I wanna whisper something to you
Speaking directly to someone whose name may be Lucky, indicating a flirty or humorous comment is forthcoming
You wanna smell my punani?
Making a vulgar or inappropriate sexual proposition
Yea
The response to the previous question, indicating acceptance or interest
Jesse, he wanna smell my punani…
Continuing the sexual proposition
Lyrics © DistroKid
Written by: Jarret Aguilar
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