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No Jokes Video (MV)




Performed By: CeeNeye
Length: 3:18
Written by: Paul Harden




CeeNeye - No Jokes Lyrics




Yeah beep, beep Ritchie

Im Just trying to get in where I fit in
Yeah, Got too much talent to stay hidden
Take a bite out the apple they saying it's forbidden
God Damn I'm the Mutha F*cking man no kidding
No Jokes, whoa whoa no jokes
No Jokes, whoa whoa no jokes
No Jokes, whoa whoa no jokes
No Jokes, whoa whoa no jokes

Ah yes All CeeNeye in the flesh
I confess I'm the best, stop the press
Moving even smoother than the second hand on Rolexes'
I Rap A Lot but I am not from Texas
Gotta take what I want now
Ain't no one gon' give it to me
I could rock a whole stadium crowd
My dead homies living through me
Whats a , whats a name if it ain't got fame
Ain't gon' be no fire if you ain't got flame
Ain't no shame in my game
They gon' write my name in the hall of fame
I been going hard for days and running through the maze
The flow is just so crazy I got everybody looking in amazement
All the pretty ladies wanna make my babies
Bait me, take me, play me shady hate me
Then drive off in my Mercedes

Trying to get in where I fit in
Yeah, Got too much talent to stay hidden
Take a bite out the apple they saying it's forbidden
God Damn I'm the Mutha F*cking man no kidding
No Jokes, whoa whoa no jokes
No Jokes, whoa whoa no jokes
No Jokes, whoa whoa no jokes
No Jokes, whoa whoa no jokes

Anybody ever had a dream
One that means everything
Like everyday I'ma rise
Till I see the prize

Heart full of glory mind full of will
Listen to my story it's a wild thrill
God's will got me up the hill
Spit the real deal make the whole world feel
Got a neck full of white gold
Smooth criminal like Michael
I be bussin' so ice cold
Like a brrrr pop pop assault rifle
Make it, make it to the top alright
Splitting through the crowd like a cop car light
Funk right, on sight
Take it top flight damn right we own the night
I got money on my mind, I'm running out of time
I gotta go for mine, if pressure make a diamond
Sun'll keep it shining
Hotter than a bowl of ramen when I'm rhyming
Perfect timing, I be climbing
To my prime &, man I'm so sublime &

No-no-no jokes, no jokes, no jokes
Nah f*ck it I ain't finished
Straight up outta (whooo), Came from nowhere
No joke, ain't bluffing you don't wanna go there
Nah, I pray you find your purpose
And you live your greatest life
Shine bright as quasars find your place among the stars
I'ma

Get in where I fit in
Yeah, Got too much talent to stay hidden
Take a bite out the apple they saying it's forbidden
God Damn I'm the Mutha F*cking man no kidding
No Jokes, whoa whoa no jokes
No Jokes, whoa whoa no jokes
No Jokes, whoa whoa no jokes
No Jokes, whoa whoa no jokes
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Yeah beep, beep Ritchie

Im Just trying to get in where I fit in
Yeah, Got too much talent to stay hidden
Take a bite out the apple they saying it's forbidden
God Damn I'm the Mutha F*cking man no kidding
No Jokes, whoa whoa no jokes
No Jokes, whoa whoa no jokes
No Jokes, whoa whoa no jokes
No Jokes, whoa whoa no jokes

Ah yes All CeeNeye in the flesh
I confess I'm the best, stop the press
Moving even smoother than the second hand on Rolexes'
I Rap A Lot but I am not from Texas
Gotta take what I want now
Ain't no one gon' give it to me
I could rock a whole stadium crowd
My dead homies living through me
Whats a , whats a name if it ain't got fame
Ain't gon' be no fire if you ain't got flame
Ain't no shame in my game
They gon' write my name in the hall of fame
I been going hard for days and running through the maze
The flow is just so crazy I got everybody looking in amazement
All the pretty ladies wanna make my babies
Bait me, take me, play me shady hate me
Then drive off in my Mercedes

Trying to get in where I fit in
Yeah, Got too much talent to stay hidden
Take a bite out the apple they saying it's forbidden
God Damn I'm the Mutha F*cking man no kidding
No Jokes, whoa whoa no jokes
No Jokes, whoa whoa no jokes
No Jokes, whoa whoa no jokes
No Jokes, whoa whoa no jokes

Anybody ever had a dream
One that means everything
Like everyday I'ma rise
Till I see the prize

Heart full of glory mind full of will
Listen to my story it's a wild thrill
God's will got me up the hill
Spit the real deal make the whole world feel
Got a neck full of white gold
Smooth criminal like Michael
I be bussin' so ice cold
Like a brrrr pop pop assault rifle
Make it, make it to the top alright
Splitting through the crowd like a cop car light
Funk right, on sight
Take it top flight damn right we own the night
I got money on my mind, I'm running out of time
I gotta go for mine, if pressure make a diamond
Sun'll keep it shining
Hotter than a bowl of ramen when I'm rhyming
Perfect timing, I be climbing
To my prime &, man I'm so sublime &

No-no-no jokes, no jokes, no jokes
Nah f*ck it I ain't finished
Straight up outta (whooo), Came from nowhere
No joke, ain't bluffing you don't wanna go there
Nah, I pray you find your purpose
And you live your greatest life
Shine bright as quasars find your place among the stars
I'ma

Get in where I fit in
Yeah, Got too much talent to stay hidden
Take a bite out the apple they saying it's forbidden
God Damn I'm the Mutha F*cking man no kidding
No Jokes, whoa whoa no jokes
No Jokes, whoa whoa no jokes
No Jokes, whoa whoa no jokes
No Jokes, whoa whoa no jokes
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Writer: Paul Harden
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