[Intro: Tech N9ne]
Jeffin, the act of kissing a** 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 n**** poppin all them b****** 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 a**-kissin' then talkin trash dissin'
When you missin' when you present he b******' "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 n**** in glock heaven
So mafucka stop jeffin!
[Chorus]
[BG Bullet Wound:]
What's happenin'
This for them n***** that saw we shappin' them Jeffro Bo Dean n*****
"oooo he so clean with' it"
Slappin' two fifteens canary yellow bright
Ho's like to jeff with they j***le they flaunt it every night
Every night poppin this pistol bottles up off every flight
Mafuckers they won't do it but they ain't livin' right
Where you get your shoes from? where you get your weed at?
Whatcha freakin' eyes on man I know your gee's fat
But I don't really f*** with' this n****
Put him off in the back seat with Tech N9ne he stuck with' this n****
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 f***
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 s**uality "Hey! "
You n***** approach me like y'all the b****** be all up on my d***
Askin' for telephone numbers hopin' to take pictures of s***
If I wasn't in this business you n***** wouldn't even call
You see me the source of the murder dog now you swingin' b****
Hey Kutt can you get on my album n**** y'all click is the s***
You puttin' the town on the map I'm thinking this n****'s a b****
When I wasn't makin' no noise you wasn't a part of no Kutty
No I'm a tax you mafuckers 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 s*** fold-it
[Chorus]
Jeffin, the act of kissing a** 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 n**** poppin all them b****** 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 a**-kissin' then talkin trash dissin'
When you missin' when you present he b******' "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 n**** in glock heaven
So mafucka stop jeffin!
[Chorus]
[BG Bullet Wound:]
What's happenin'
This for them n***** that saw we shappin' them Jeffro Bo Dean n*****
"oooo he so clean with' it"
Slappin' two fifteens canary yellow bright
Ho's like to jeff with they j***le they flaunt it every night
Every night poppin this pistol bottles up off every flight
Mafuckers they won't do it but they ain't livin' right
Where you get your shoes from? where you get your weed at?
Whatcha freakin' eyes on man I know your gee's fat
But I don't really f*** with' this n****
Put him off in the back seat with Tech N9ne he stuck with' this n****
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 f***
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 s**uality "Hey! "
You n***** approach me like y'all the b****** be all up on my d***
Askin' for telephone numbers hopin' to take pictures of s***
If I wasn't in this business you n***** wouldn't even call
You see me the source of the murder dog now you swingin' b****
Hey Kutt can you get on my album n**** y'all click is the s***
You puttin' the town on the map I'm thinking this n****'s a b****
When I wasn't makin' no noise you wasn't a part of no Kutty
No I'm a tax you mafuckers 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 s*** fold-it
[Chorus]