Joe Budden

Joe Budden - Wait A Minute

Wa-wa-wait just a minute

Hold up, wa-wa-wait just a minute

Yeah, wa-wa-wait just a minute, uh

Wa-wa-wait just a minute

Let that beat rock

Go on put ya hands high in the air

Wit that stuff that get you real high in the air

Go on put ya hands high in the air

Wit that stuff that get you real high in the air

Yeah y'all, yeah y'all

Let me put somethin in ya ear y'all

Jers' and we finally here y'all

Fresh from Z the borough and Alliyah y'all

Thugs wanna act I dare y'all

Gassed off that haze and the Smirnoff

The answer to questions I hear y'all

Me and that dude don't compare naw

He's one rhyme song

While I'm Nick Cannon folks at my best when the +drumline's+ on

Beef is welcome I'll get my dudes

I'm not A. Houston I won't leave when the help come

Now wa-wa-wait just a minute

I think boo made a mistake just a minute

Two-wayin me like get her in the club

She must got me confused wit a nigga she's fuck

Cause I don't bring sand to the beach

So they don't get mad when other girls put they hands on me

If I do bring out for all the world to stare

It's cause I think she'll look better than all the girls here

Now wait, wa-wa-wait just a minute

I think dude's started to hate just a minute

He'll need a few 8-balls to fix those dropped out diamonds a few grades short

Now go on put ya hands high in the air

Wit that stuff to get you real high in the air

Soon as she say she gotta escape for a minute

Hold up, wa-wa-wait just a minute

Now wa-wa-wait just a minute

Drop and shake-shake-shake just a minute

Soon as he's about to show hate for a minute

Hold up, wa-wa-wait just a minute

We gon do it like yeah y'all, yeah y'all

Let me put somethin' in ya ear y'all

Somethin' that you might wanna hear y'all

What's with all the tough looks and the stares for?

Yeah I'm a boss so I'll always have hate

Why you playin' in the hood like you'll always have weight

Streets is fulla rats just waitin' to send you back

And we call 'em +fat man+ cause he's always wit Jake

Now wait, wa-wa-wait just a minute

I think that watch is fake just a minute

Both got Jacob's here's that ain't ya fault

Your bezel slim, mine's a lil' thicker

Diamonds in mine is just a lil' bigger

Your be's plastic mine's is all glitter

I keep it hot, but I'm like A-Rod

I'm the best but I let dude keep my spot

Now wait, wa-wa-wait just a minute

Get smacked wit the back of the 8 just a minute

Keep hearin' what dude said in the street

One elevator ride y'all are dead to beat

Yep it's me, wave to haters

Cause I'm like Arnold drop the guns and they made me Mayor

So next time they throw hate for a minute

Hold up, wa-wa-wait just a minute

Go on put ya hands high in the air

Wit that stuff that get you real high in the air

Soon as she say she gotta escape for a minute

Hold up, wa-wa-wait just a minute

Now wa-wa-wait just a minute

Drop and shake-shake-shake just a minute

Soon as he's about to show hate for a minute

Hold up, wa-wa-wait just a minute

Go on put ya hands high in the air

Wit that stuff that get you real high in the air

Go on put ya hands high in the air

Wit that stuff that get you real high in the air

Go on put ya hands high in the air

Wit that stuff that get you real high in the air

Soon as she say she gotta escape for a minute

Hold up, wa-wa-wait just a minute

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