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J. Cole has announced an extensive new headline tour, coming to the UK in October
Tickets available 18th February; Johannesburg marks first performance there in a decade.
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"Goin' Off" is a track by J. Cole, from the album The Come Up Mixtape Vol. 1, released 3rd May 2007. The track is 2:49 long. It's filed under Hip-Hop/Rap. Full lyrics are available below. Dork has published 2 articles about J. Cole.
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Is this what you want? Fuck it, ayy! The do-or-die, new arrival Holla' at my niggas, you survive You's alive, yo Now either you follow me and ride Or you's a rival The difference between you and I Is you a model, you posin' But who am I though? The mulatto out for that lotto Money comin' soon the newest model Your crew is hollow The type of niggas gobble dick Chew and swallow Your girl told me shoot in her face, she suicidal Oh shucks, you niggas is clothes, you fold up I'm from the 'Ville Niggas get killed over four bucks Thank God we made it, my niggas we growed up Now we crazy over that bread Call us the doughnuts, uh More sluts once the money blows up But them hoes stop if the dough drops I won't stop though, a chip off the old block I'm from a city where niggas hold glocks Leave you lookin' like old socks Cops, patrol blocks, plottin' on us Them boys is rotten, I know they want us Prolly arrest a nigga, get a bonus You kill a nigga, get promoted Shit is crazy, girls gettin' babies 'Fore they get diplomas So much, I just go nuts Niggas tellin' me to slow up Never that, tryna get where that cheddar at Y'all don't hear me Always somebody that don't want you gettin' cheese Yo this whole shit is like Tom and Jerry (ha) I'm kinda very raw, niggas can't deny facts If you black they sendin' you to jail or Iraq Honor is something you can't sell or buy back Niggas don't like braggin, they 9-11 fly cats Hijack, nigga get up out your whip Nigga strip, I want it all Ice on your wrist and your kicks This shit happens, I ain't just rappin' Believe it, yo They got streets in the city police won't even go Peep it though, uh It ain't no secret niggas beefin' 'Cause my ego so Big it got me speakin' like I'm diesel Like I'm devil, oh Niggas know my steelo, I ain't tweakin' I am lethal, yo Have your daddy lookin' for you This ain't Finding Nemo though Lemme slow it down Dumb it down Y'all borin' The son came up out that womb, yo A star is born If real recognize real, y'all foreign My team run a play on your bitch and we all scorin' (yeah) Shout out to Mike Rooney, Mez Can't forget Canal, what up? Shout out to all my niggas MySpacin' it up Check my nigga out, myspacecomtherapistmusic Hope y'all niggas can spell Also check out Myspacecombyanymeanssyndicate (If tomorrow never comes and I don't see you again) Y'all can check me out Myspacecomdjonpoint (Then I just want you to know that my love, it has no end) If tomorrow never comes and I just fade away Then remember this one thing, that I love you today
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