Stop Jeffin'

Jeffin, the act of kissing ass in or brown nosing in a persons face

When in actuality you really have I'll feelings toward that person

[Chorus: Krizz Kaliko]

Lady momma momma top of the world and I ain't stoppin' no

Things goin' change today my thing droppin'droppin'

See you when I was broke-broke

Ain't said nuttin'-no

Now that the ******* poppin all them ******* get to jeffin

When you see me rollin' up- Stop Jeffin! Stop Jeffin!

They be like "whassup" Stop Jeffin! Stop Jeffin!

Yea you- Stop Jeffin!

We ain't cool- Stop Jeffin!

Point your fingers- Stop Jeffin! Stop Jeffin! Da na na na

[Tech N9ne:]

This is Kansas City lingo blurrr you mungo single

You call it jockin' but stop jeffin's what we bring you

It's when people really hate you but love you when you in the place

So if ya "don't like me stay the hell up out my face Hey! "

Don't be jeffin with me Mr. Jefferson I pill fit-it

Jeffery from Jefferson City I'm sick and I'll pull the kill-switch

Talkin' behind my back gotta wrap your man and tell me how you really feel with' it

And if it's real then we can deal with' it

Jeffin is ass-kissin' then talkin trash dissin'

When you missin' when you present he *******in' "have chicken"

No gizzard he 'bout to get it with' a liver be

Welcome to misery, cookin Jeffery rotisserie

Swinging on the deals-nic, jeffin for a hot second

Turn around and cut me down I'm a catch you rollin' Prospect

And my obsession will begin or I consend a ******* in glock heaven

So ma*******a stop jeffin!

[Chorus]

[BG Bullet Wound:]

What's happenin'

This for them *******s that saw we shappin' them Jeffro Bo Dean *******s

"oooo he so clean with' it"

Slappin' two fifteens canary yellow bright

Ho's like to jeff with they *******le they flaunt it every night

Every night poppin this pistol bottles up off every flight

Ma*******s they won't do it but they ain't livin' right

Where you get your shoes from? where you get your **** at?

Whatcha freakin' eyes on man I know your gee's fat

But I don't really ******* with' this *******

Put him off in the back seat with Tech N9ne he stuck with' this *******

Cause I'm jeffin-jeffin no I can't help ya-help ya

Grab your sack and get to steppin'-steppin

Off of deuce click homie yea I'm keepin' it reppin'

Keepin' it flexin' keepin' all you Jeffery's in session

"correction" and I don't really know what the *******

Hell nah I don't know no Tech and no Kutt so quit jeffin

[Chorus]

[Kutt Calhoun:]

They rest to death in my skinny's and twenty-three's

You get dressed to impress but you lookin' like mini me's

But the jeff is un-neccesary that you givin' me

Makes me question the jesture of your ***uality "Hey! "

You *******s approach me like y'all the ******* be all up on my *******

Askin' for telephone numbers hopin' to take pictures of *******t

If I wasn't in this business you *******s wouldn't even call

You see me the source of the murder dog now you swingin' *******

Hey Kutt can you get on my album ******* y'all click is the *******t

You puttin' the town on the map I'm thinking this *******'s a *******

When I wasn't makin' no noise you wasn't a part of no Kutty

No I'm a tax you ma*******s for half of your budgets

Take a big breathe of this hella shwagga with relish it

Inhale it and tell me if you can handle the smell of it

It smell like I'm rich don't it, I know when you pimps want it

So quit all that chattin' you ain't equip for this *******t fold-it

[Chorus]