Joell will release his street album called "The Brick (Bodega Chronicles)" April 24 on Koch Records. The album was recorded while Joell was trying to get signed and going through some tough times personally. Even though he is signed to Aftermath Entertainment, Dr.Dre allowed him to release the street album on Koch Records. The Brick will feature productions from DJ Premier, Showbiz, The Alchemist, Domingo, Ho Chi from Killahertz Productions, Lil' Fame of M.O.P., Novel, and Moss, among others. Guest spots will include Big Daddy Kane, Styles P, Big Noyd, M.O.P, Akon, Immortal Technique, Grafh, Ras Kass, Stimuli, and Novel.
He is currently part of the hip-hop supergroup Slaughterhouse
Jamaican Food
Joell Ortiz Lyrics
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Hey, mama, hey, haven't I seen you somewhere before?
Hey, I saw you last night, yeah
You had a beautiful dress on
I didn't see you
I know, it was in a dream
We sorry
This is how it look when doves cry?
She hurting looking in her love eyes
Tryna muster up why he threw it all away to bust a nut, I
Wish I had a different answer than lust, but yup, guys
Weakness is them feminine creatures wit symmetrical features
That hourglass, a hour wit that ass it'll keep us
Occupied, satisfied, gratified, thank you
These hands that count money spank you then shackle ya ankles
Intercourse in a telly we never been before
A light knock, that's room service, let me go get the door
Finish our dinner course then throw you in the figure-four
One mo' time, choke you like a little whore to get you off
I like the smell of perfume, I like a skin tone
I like the wobbly booties I like the gym tone
Yoga pants over Yeezys, jeans over the pumps
Flats under that skirt at an after work drunk
I be like, "I ain't tryna be rude
But it looks like you ain't come in here wit no dude Is this true?
If it is, well may I ask who are you?
'Cause, girl, you walked up in this spot and made it hot like Jamaican Food"
Look around, these boys sweating like Jamaican Food
That fatty patty looking like Jamaican Food
Wine all night, let's grind all night, be mine all night
We'll spice it up like Jamaican Food
Shorty, tell me some lies, I'll tell you a few of mine
Call me emo when I tell u that my sign symbol's 69
We'll sip wine and have a good old time
Front of my mind, I'm like, "She flip her hair twice, that pussy mine"
I don't know what I give off, but they often give me what they get off
I still be stroking they be like, "Get off"
I'm not a player, I just fuck a lot
Shit, I'm lying, player, I'm a fucking thot
And if that thang looking sweet I'll give my tongue a shot
On that lil' Square lollipop, I'm a sucker for box, uhh
Y'all look at women and fantasize about being wit 'em
I look at women like, "Nah, don't fuck up her life"
My regular day to her a wonderful night
So they be tryin' hold on, I don't put up a fight
Once I'm done nuttin' it's like we've done nothing, I'm like
Let keep in touch you got my number, right?
I be like, "I ain't tryna be rude
But it looks like you ain't come in here wit no dude Is this true?
If it is, well may I ask who are you?
'Cause, girl, you walked up in this spot and made it hot like Jamaican Food"
Look around, these boys sweating like Jamaican Food
That fatty patty looking like Jamaican Food
Wine all night, let's grind all night, be mine all night
We'll spice it up like Jamaican Food
Yo, hold up
Hello?
Hello?
Who this?
Who?
Oh, shit, oh, yeah, what up?
How you been?
You good?
Huh? I ain't no stranger, knock it off
I been busy
Just tryin' to finish up this album
Shit, you you doin'? You good?
Hahahaha
Yeah, we good, we can try to get together or somethin'
Lemme lock your name in here, I'm in the booth right now
I'll hit you back and that's my word, you got my word
Alright, alright, late
In the opening lines of the song, Joell Ortiz engages in a playful conversation with a mysterious woman, reminiscing about seeing her in a dream. This dream-like quality sets the stage for the lyrical exploration of relationships and desires that follow. The reference to "when doves cry" suggests a sense of loss or pain within the woman, possibly due to a failed love interest. Ortiz reflects on male weaknesses, particularly the allure of physical beauty and lust, which can lead to betrayal and regret.
As the lyrics unfold, Ortiz delves into a narrative of pursuing fleeting pleasures and indulging in physical desires. The objectification of women is evident as he describes enjoying the company of women for their physical attributes and the temporary satisfaction they bring. The casual references to sexual encounters and objectifying language portray a shallow and hedonistic view of relationships, characterized by superficial attractions and momentary gratification.
The chorus of the song introduces the metaphor of Jamaican food to symbolize the hot and spicy allure of the woman in question. Ortiz compares the woman to the heat and flavor of Jamaican cuisine, highlighting her captivating presence and ability to draw attention. The imagery of boys sweating and the mention of wine and grinding allude to a lively and passionate atmosphere, where desire and sensuality are at the forefront.
In the final verse, Ortiz reflects on his reputation as someone who indulges in casual relationships and sexual encounters. He acknowledges his own tendencies towards promiscuity and the disconnect between physical intimacy and emotional connection. The conversation at the end of the song hints at a potential reunion or encounter between Ortiz and a past acquaintance, suggesting a cycle of fleeting connections and moments of pleasure. The song overall explores themes of desire, fleeting pleasures, and the complexities of modern relationships, portraying a candid and sometimes cynical perspective on love and intimacy.
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Written by: Joell Ortiz
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