Cee-Lo-The One
hey heyyea (oh shit) yea yea yea (i see you girl)yea yea yea
We gone start this shit off right, we got suga d-nice in the house tonight
We gone start this shit off right, we got slick jazzy pha in the house tonight
We gone start this shit off right, we got T.I.P. (Bankhead nigga in the house tonight.
We gone start this shit off right and slick be at home in the house tonight
(Chrous X 2)You the one girl, you the one girl, you the one girl your the one girl. Put your finger in the air if your the one, put your finger in the air if you the one.
Cee-losee when ride through, we let um see if from the side view slow an even so you know no one denied youthe parking lot look like these niggaz like to ride toothey didn't win but i must admit they tried tolok like they chalked up when we walked upand when we walked in, money talk thenthe bar was bought then, we couldn't be caught theni see you lookin lil girl lets get lost thenevery so often i ona nd off them(i want that love shit and you know it)Well is there anyone else that you could go getcoo run it bac o.k. see if she'll play wit pha.
Chrous X 2
Bout ten mo minuets and i'm ready to ridei got ten mo bitches i'ma fit up inside the suburban or excurson or whatever i ridei bet it's chrome on the wire vouge on the tire.T.I.P. refer to me as ya majesty or sirehigher then the rest, Italian drop then freshso much say what i feel wit southern finessso debonaire if he dare bet he got best dressedfull length mink, gator belt gator vest including shoesten thousand dollar outfit bitch (BITCH)yes do he dress to impressa bitch enough to make her want to gimmie her dressblessed wit the gift of gab to get galshot enough to hit they pals so get downyou lookin good enough to come give me a kiss nowget a room at the swiss big as a beach house
Chrous X 2
you lookin nice hell lets toast to the broken icewe've seen each other once and already we've spoken twiceso stay or at the most a moment longer to hear me sayi really did miss you the last time that you went awayi'm serious, i must have you i wont waste yout timeand have you wishin that somehow you coupld replace the timei dont do any magic tricks to try and make the mindi just convinced that the reality is that you have to race he timeshe said you a playa aint you you could have what you want can't youi replied that im also a artist baby i could paint youin the frame and i dont try hard not to be the sameso she knew she was gone come before she came
Chrous X 2
Hook
girl did you know that ahhit's our priviledge to have had this conversationit's our priviledge and to have had this relationit's our priviledge i been searching all evening for somebody who can and finally sent me the oneit's our priviledge to have made you laughit's our priviledge and to have crosed your pathit's our priviledge your the star yes you are can have your autogrpah cuz you lookin like the oneit's our priviledge to have seen your faceit's our priviledge and i bet you taste so good lets get one thing understood i'll be good yes i would especially for the oneit's our priviledge let have a head on collisionit's our priviledge girl you made the right decisionit's our priviledge
Beenie Man-Dude
[Intro: Beenie Man]You want a proper fix, call me, you want to get your kicks, call meYou want your G's fixed, call me, mi have the remix, call meFrom di odda day It's like a play some bwoy a playMi hear di girls callin mi hear di girls bawlin mi hear di girls cryin outShe seh Beenie.........
[Chorus: Ms. Thing]I want a dude with the wickedest slam, I need a one, two, three holla manI want a dude who will time me to the fan, a thug that can handle his biz like a manI want a dude with the wickedest slam, I need a one, two, three holla manI want a dude who will do me in the van, a thug that can handle his biz like a man
[Verse 1: Beenie Man (Ms. Thing)]Gal, if yuh love holla at mi one time (Hey!)Holla at mi if yuh waan di wickedest wineI know It's been awhile but baby neva mindCause tonight tonight mi a gi yuh di whole nine (Hey!)Yo! satisfaction a every girl dreamMi love fi put it on when dem wiggle and scream (Hey!)Well, mi get a call from sexy MaxineShe left a message pon mi answering machine she seh Beenie....
[Chorus: Ms. Thing]
[Verse 2: Beenie Man]She waan a man fi put har inna tranceA man who know fi tun har round and mek she belly danceRudebwoy lovin wid a little romanceShe waan to get wild but she neva had a chanceWhen, she seh she neva had it so deepSo right now I'm di man she definetly wanna keepHar ex bwoyfriend use to come and drop asleepDat's why when mi pager start beep she seh Beenie......
[Chorus: Ms. Thing]
[Verse 3: Beenie Man]You heard what she preferred,she waan a man weh mek she fly like a birdShe waan a real man she don't waan nuh nerdShe waan yuh gi har it good mark mi wordI'm not a perv but mi mek she serv, she waan di rockula well until it curveHar ex bwoyfriend ain't got di nerveHave har a wait and she nah get served, so she seh Beenie.....
[Chorus: Ms. Thing]
[Repeat Verse 1][Repeat Chorus][Repeat Verse 2][Repeat Chorus]
David Banner -Like A Pimp
(feat. Lil' Flip)Real girls get down on the flo' on the flo' [3x]Like a PimpReal girls get down on the flo' on the flo' [2x]Like a pimpReal girls get down on the flo' on the flo' [2x][Lil' Flip]By the time I hit the doorI saw hoes on the flo'Niggas dressed in suitsTricking all dey doeMe imma pimpI aint paying for no sexMan I'd rather buy a carOr a new rolexCause I got street fameSo hoes flock like birdsI got one hoe in the rangeAnd one hoe in the surbs'When I hit the clubImma be wit David BannerA thug ass niggaWit bad table mannersWe act bad (my nigga what is yall saying)Like when we walk inside clubsNiggas hold they gal's handCause they know we run trains (choo choo) all nightHow could yo gal leave meAnd be wit you all nightBut its all rightCause you know we don't kissLike Too $hort saidBitches aint shitI tried to told yaDat most girls really freaksAnd dis is how they gottamake they money every week[Chorus {repeat 4 times}]Real girls get down on the flo' on the flo' [2x]Like a pimp[David Banner]Step into club looking just like a pimpWe got cashSo we screaming out "shake something BITCH"This is the songTell the DJ put it onMicheal Tyler made you shakeSisqo made you show your thongBitch im dead wrongThe playa from the cribSo get out on the flo'And girl get it how you liveAnd since you so hot (hot)Fuck its show yo pussy lipsYou go to Tougaloo, but I know you still flipBitch don't tripAint a damn thang changedI still love my queenBut bitches keep me to the gameSo if you gotta hoeShake em up and let em go uhhAnd let them girls get down on the flo' on the flo'Like a Pimp[Chorus][Lil' Flip]Now don't you hate them ole'Lying ass hoesSmiling in your faceWearing her best friends clothesI supposeThey like the way me and Banner pimpYou can catch us at Pappa DeauxsEating steak and shrimp[David Banner]Or you can catch us at E&J's pouring it upFlip whipping Cali trucksGuls licking my nutsWe some south side pimpsAnd we aint giving a fuckPoke yo gul up in the throatAnd make her swallow the nut[Lil' Flip]We make emSwallow the nut soFollow the truckLil' Flip and David BannerWe got all of the bucks andAll of they sluts andAll of the hoesSo drop it like its hot girlTouch yo fucking toesOohh[David Banner]Gone touch yo toes andMake me a roll andGone hit the mallAnd buy me some clothes mayneAnd if yo boy tripImma bust a clipYall bitches can't fuck wit meAnd[Lil' Flip]Lil' Flip NiggaNigga NiggaYea niggaThis is for the real money making nigga'z out there you knowGet yo mother fucking moneyDon't worry bout the next niggaGet yo mother fucking moneyGet yo mother fucking money niggaUh get your money moneyMoney money
Still Fly-bigtymers
young jive motherfuckers just jumpin' off the porch
Baby (Talking)Whassup Fresh? It's our turn, baby?
Chorus: Mannie FreshGator boots with the pimped out Gucci suits (With Da Gucci Suits)Ain't got no job, but I stay sharp (Ehh-Ehh Ehh-Ehh, I Stay Sharp)Can't pay my rent, cause all my money's spent (I Can't Pay My Rent)But that's okay, cause I'm Still Fly (Uh,Uh, Damn! Cause I'm So Fly)
Got a quarter tank of gas - in my new E class (In My E-Class Benz)Cause that's alright, cause I'm gon' ride (Hmm-Mmm)Got everythang - in my momma name (We Got Everythang, In My Momma Name)But I'm Hood Rich - dadah-dadah da-dah da-dah da-dah (Uh-Huh!)
BabyGet your car *cuh-ck-cuh-cuh* car play gems gone shineInstead momma get a bling - baby girl let's ride (Let's Ride)You a number one stunna, and we gon' glideand go straight to the mall and tear down the insideDo that Prada, Gucci, full length leatherBourbon's cool or Coogi sweater (Sweater)Twenty-inches pop my feather - the Birdman daddy I fly in any weatherAlligator seats with the head in the insideSwine on the deck, G-wagon is So FlyNumber one don't tingle and twist itWhen it come to these cars I am that niggaThe *cuh-ck-cuh-cuh* Coogi with a matching interiorThree wheel ride with the tire in the middleIt's Fresh and Stunner and we like brothasWe shine like paint daddy - it's our Summer
Chorus: Mannie FreshGator boots with the pimped out Gucci suitsAin't got no job, but I stay sharpCan't pay my rent, cause all my money's spentBut that's okay, cause I'm Still Fly
Got a quarter tank of gas - in my new E classBut that's alright, cause I'm gon' rideGot everythang - in my momma nameBut I'm Hood Rich - dadah-dadah da-dah da-dah da-dah
Mannie FreshHave you ever seen a crocodile seats in the truckTurn around sit it down and let 'em bite your buttSee the steeling is Fendi, dashboard ArmaniWith your baby momma - player, is where you can find me?Cruisin through the parking lot on twenty fours(Coming Through The Hood On 'Em Twenty Fo's)Cadillac Esclade with the chromed out noseWith an navigation arrow headed straight to your spotBring your wife really lonely cause sexy is so hotPut the Caddy up, start the three wheel Benz (Skiiiiiirt!)Hyper white lights, ultra Violet lenseSuma-tuma tires and they gotta be run flatTV where the Horn go (Ugh-Ughh)- boy you count thatI'ma show you some shit - rookie press that butt'The trunk went (Ehh-Ehh) and all of a suddenFour fifteen's - didn't see no wiresThen I heard (Boom!) from the amplifiers
Chorus: Mannie FreshGator boots with the pimped out Gucci suitsAin't got no job, but I stay sharpCan't pay my rent, cause all my money's spentBut that's okay, cause I'm Still Fly
Got a quarter tank of gas - in my new E classBut that's alright, cause I'm gon' rideGot everythang - in my momma nameBut I'm Hood Rich - dadah-dadah da-dah da-dah da-dah
Baby(ay, ay, ay, ay)Lemme slide in the Benz (Shit!) with the fished out finsProwler an loud pipes - Drinkin the Henn'It's the Birdie-Birdie Man - I'll do it againIn a Cadillac Trucks twenty fo's with tens
Mannie FreshLooking at my Gucci - it's about that timeSix bad broads flying in that nineNew Suburban Truck with the porno showingUp and down {*orgasm*} and up they go and..
BabyBodies on the Roadster - Lexus you know what?That hard-top beamer (ay, ay) yo Ma', that's your truckI come in up the hood and LovelyNew shoes on the whip and I wake up to Bubbly (Bubbly)
Mannie FreshFour-thirty Lex with the convertable topAnd the rims keeps spinning everytime I stopGot a superman Benz that I scored from ShaqWith a Ol' School Caddy with the (diamond in the bag)
Chorus: Mannie FreshGator boots with the pimped out Gucci suitsAin't got no job, but I stay sharpCan't pay my rent, cause all my money's spentBut that's okay, cause I'm Still Fly
Got a quarter tank of gas - In my new E classBut that's alright, cause I'm gon' rideGot everythang - in my momma nameBut I'm Hood Rich - dadah-dadah da-dah da-dah da-dah
{*Scratches*}The Number One Stunna Pimp
{*Scratches*}Mannie Fresh
Get No Better-cassidy
[Swizz Beats:]
Ladies and Gentlemen
Swizz, swizz, swizz
Hey ho, hey ho, hey ho, hey ho OK
[Chorus:]
How you doin ma, dis ya song ma, yeah come on ma,
dis ya song ma, dis ya song ma, dis ya song
[Cassidy Verse 1:]
How ya doin ma
Yeah come on ma,
What up you in a rush,
What's going on ma, you can keep going ma
But in dis cruel world you goin need a man
thats thurl to keep you warm ma,
You and me we can take the world by storm ma.
So let me have yo math then I'm going ma,
I'm having a after party later on ma,
so you should cancel whatever you was doing ma.
We can get a telly adn visit and get it on ma, you wit it,
I hit it till six in the morn ma,
You ain't hear da song ma,
Yeah I'm a don ma
so if you ridin' wit a playa than come on ma.
[Chorus w/ Mashonda:]
How ya doin ma (oh) dis ya song ma (yeah)
yeah come on ma (oh) dis ya song
Ma (yeah) we can get it on ma (oh)
dis ya song ma
(Yeah) yeah, yeah, yeah.
Scream at me
Me and you (it don't get no better) what we can do
(it don't get no better) our love
(it don't get no better) it reminds me of the first time
[Verse 2:]
Hey you know what you remind me of the sun that shines above
I think that I'm in Love
cuz every time I look in your eyes
the be dumb bright like the sunlight when I look in
The sky adn you always look fly,
you stay with a mean outfit and got shoes that didn't even
Come out yet.
Always got your your nails done,
always got yourself fixed you da type of chick I
Can see me going out wit and I ain't knockin yo hustle
but you should be somebody's wifey icey
Wit a rock on your knuckle and we would look hot as a couple
cuz you shaped so beautifully and
You almost as cute as me.
[Chorus x1]
[Verse 3:]
Mmmm wit yo sexy self go to my hotel
and undress yourself and after we have sex
Don't stress yourself I will respect you if you respect yourself girl
it's whatever I get da
Chedda when we get together
it don't be no better and you can see I'm throwin' it cuz my arm
On chill it look like i spilled freon on it.
I make hella paper on da block that's why I'm bout
To put a three story elevator in my yacht
they goin keep hatin it boo, but keep holdin' me
Down strong dis song dedicated to you.
[chorus x1]
[Mashonda:]
Baby I can't deny that I'm feelin you,
the way that you look and the things you do.
Knowing, knowing baby it don't whoa o
h whoa it don't get no better
[chorus x2]
I go by the name of cassidy "da problem", me and mashonda
[song fades out]
Slum Village f/ Kanye West, John Legend-Selfish
[Intro & Chorus: John Legend] (Slum Village & Kanye West)
I'm callin (Yeah maybe I'm selfish)
Out to (I want you to myself I can't help it)
All my (Yeah maybe I'm selfish)
Y'all my, ladies and I can't (maybe I'm selfish)
(I can't) Let you (let you)
(I want you to myself I can't help it)
Be with (yeah) no one (yeah) but me (yeah) baby
[Verse 1: T3]
To my thick chicks down in Texas
All the way to New Orleans where the girls cook catfish
And in LA every chick's an actress
Hollywood status with the shaded glasses
To Detroit, yeah the place that I rest
Where the ladies got ass to sell alot sex
And Hot Atlanta y'all is one of the best
Where they speak southern and slang and smoke la cess
And New York women are way too fresh
Too much on your mind let me ease that stress
I wish you all were mine it's so selfish
Maybe I'm feelin myself too much I guess
But, to my ladies all across the globe
In small towns that I don't even know
To all local international codes
Whether you see me in streets or catch me at shows, I'm callin...
[Chorus: John Legend] (Slum Village)
I'm callin (yeah maybe I'm selfish)
Out to (I want you to myself I can't help it)
All my (yeah maybe I'm selfish)
Y'all my ladies and I can't (maybe I'm selfish)
(I can't) Let you (let you)
(I want you to myself I can't help it)
Be with (yeah) no one (yeah) but me (yeah) baby
[Verse 2: Kanye West]
Uh! And I'll be tryin to come around my girl actin like Mr. Friendly
And steal the spotlight like Mr. Bentley
I spotted her like Spud McKenzie
And for them fake boobies I payed them Benjies
Get your own, I got Paris he got Nicky he tried to get ?em a clone
He said yeah you know you got extra hoes
And everything you do is extra cold
From the Polo fleece to the Jesus piece
I got family in high places like Jesus' niece
Can I please, say my peace
If y'all fresh to death, then I'm deceased
And this one here, is a heat rocks
Spit like a beat box, the way the beat rocks
New version of Pete Rock!
But for that Benz I get CL love
So I switch my girls around like 3L-dub [3LW]
I'm callin..
[Chorus: John Legend] (Slum Village)
I'm callin (Yeah maybe I'm selfish)
Out to (I want you to myself I can't help it)
All my (Yeah maybe I'm selfish)
Y'all my ladies and I can't (maybe I'm selfish)
(I can't) Let you (let you)
(I want you to myself I can't help it)
Be with (Yeah) no one (Yeah) but me (Yeah) baby
[Verse 3: Baatin]
What up Pam how your little man doin in New Jersey
Last I heard he caught the flu and you was worried
Hope he feels better, and thanks Jonetta from Cleveland
For that good head in your Jetta better believe it
Shanice you're my piece from Compton
Before I mark the plane make sure you cop them trees to spark up
Danielle ATL got them pictures in the mail
You sealed with a kiss and you send it with Chanel
You lookin good in that one showin off your body
Had a Beverly Hills mami that would buy me Cardi's
Take me to after parties her name was Carrie
And it sucks that we didn't keep in touch I'm sorry
But, hey Kim how's Minneapolis?
You so pretty hate to show off your titties for silly classes
Cause I love you girls though you ain't mine
I wish my arms was long enough to hug you all of the same time
[Chorus: John Legend] (Slum Village)
I'm callin (Yeah maybe I'm selfish)
Out to (I want you to myself I can't help it)
All my (Yeah maybe I'm selfish)
Y'all my ladies and I can't (maybe I'm selfish)
(I can't) Let you (let you)
(I want you to myself I can't help it)
Be with (Yeah) no one (Yeah) but me (Yeah) baby
[Outro: John Legend]
I'm callin (Callin) out to (Out to) all my (All My)
Y'all my, ladies and I can't (I Can't) let you (Let you)
Be with, no one, but me, baby
MOBB DEEP Got It Twisted
M.O.B.B. nigga yeah a huhUh yeah cmon now yeah yo yo Aint no party once we crash the partyImma squeeze shorty then vacate the partyYou keep grillin I'll pump pump the shottyPut you in the trunk then dump dump the bodyNigga you don't know you betta ask somebodyYa'll get down we gonna clash prob'lyBuilty snowflake out of the ampacombyI'm tryin to rip britney so I made ja sign meNigga catch me in tha club with a double lead bangerIm the wrong one to fuck withNow I know the promoters im in with the musketPound of the haze and a box of dutchesHigh to the cottonmouth Paranoid make the wrong move bitch and your ass is outLike M.O.P. nigga I'll mash you outIf I can't get your head swing by your house (motherfucker)[Chorus]Ya'll niggas got it twisted huh?That liquor up in your U-Charge (U-Charge)That tooth come out when you jumpYour ass won't make it to see tomorrowYa'll niggas got it twisted huh?That liquor up in your U-Charge (U-Charge)That tooth come out when you jumpYour ass won't make it to see tomorrow[Bridge]We step up in the club with one thing On our mind that's leave with somethingGet rid of that ring get rid of those cuffsWe about to...girlWe about to...girlWe about to...girl (girl)We about to...girlWe about to...girl (girl)Yo, party over here aint shit over thereThe Mobb Deep boys got it locked right hereWherever we at we keep the cliqs right thereSo where ever there's beef is gettin fixed right thereAnd they can't stop us, they too scaredThey know a caliber thug shoot at heads niggaQ.B. drop you off at that bridge (bye bye)Show you how we do it in Queens Murder aint shit niggaThis is P talking show you where I live You come right through my crib (cmon) and get a few seers There'll be manslaughter right in front of my kidsA little blood get on my daughter, that's nothing she'll live (just whipe that off)Got cops shoot to death of usWe don't like D'sYou never catch us runnin with the police (nope)Ya'll niggas get ya'll vests upAnd ya'll better invest in some real heavy bulletproof paneling[Chorus]Ya'll niggas got it twisted huh?That liquor up in your U-Charge (U-Charge)That tooth come out when you jumpYour ass won't make it to see tomorrowYa'll niggas got it twisted huh?That liquor up in your U-Charge (U-Charge)That tooth come out when you jumpYour ass won't make it to see tomorrowWe step up in the club with one thing On our mind that's leave with somethingGet rid of that ring get rid of those cuffsWe about to...girlWe about to...girlWe about to...girl (girl)We about to...girlWe about to...girl (girl)
Its All About The Benjamins-p.diddy
Intro- Uhh, uh-huh, yeah Uhh, uh-huh, yeah It's all about the Benjamins baby Uhh, uh-huh, yeah It's all about the Benjamins baby Goodfellas, uhh Verse 1- (Puff Daddy) Now... what y'all wanna do? Wanna be ballers? Shot-callers? Brawlers -- who be dippin in the Benz wit the spoilers On the low from the Jake in the Taurus Tryin to get my hands on some Grants like Horace Yeah livin the raw deal, three course meals Spaghetti, fettucini, and veal But still, everything's real in the field And what you can't have now, leave in your will But don't knock me for tryin to bury seven zeros, over in Rio Dijanery Ain't nobody's hero, but I wanna be heard on your Hot 9-7 everyday, that's my word Swimmin in women wit they own condominiums Five plus Fives, who drive Millineums It's all about the Benjamins, what? I get a fifty pound bag of ooh for the mutts Five carats on my hands wit the cuts And swim in European figures Fuck bein a broke nigga Verse 2- (Jadakiss)-(overlaps last two lines of Puff Daddy) I want a all chromed out wit the clutch, nigga Drinkin malt liquor, drivin a Bro' Vega I'm wit Mo' sippers, watched by gold diggers (uhh) Rockin Bejor denims, wit gold zippers (c'mon) Lost your touch we kept ours, poppin Cristals Freakin the three-quarter reptiles (ahahah) Enormous cream, forrest green -- Benz jeep for my team so while you sleep I'ma scheme (that's right) We see through, that's why nobody never gon' believe you You should do what we do, stack chips like *Hebrews* Don't let the melody intrigue you (uh-uh) Cause I leave you, I'm only here for that green paper which lead you Verse 3- (Sheek) I'm strictly tryin to cop those, colossal sized Picasso's And have papi flip coke outside Delgado's (whoo!) Mienda, with cash flowin like Sosa And the latin chick tranportin in the chocha Stampedin over, pop Mo's, never sober Lex and Range Rovers dealin weight by Minnesota (uhh) Avoidin NARC's wit camcorders and Chevy Novas (uh-huh) Stash in the buildin wit this chick named Alona (uh-huh) from Daytona, when I was young I wants to bone her (uh-huh) But now I only hit chicks that win beauty pageants (ahahaha) Trickin, they takin me skiing, at the Aspens (c'mon) Uhh, gangsta mental, stay poppin Cristal Pack a black pist-al in the Ac' Coupe that's dark brown (whoo!) Pinky-ringin, gondolas wit the man singin Italian music down the river wit your chick clingin to my bizzalls, player you mad false Actin hard when you as pussy as RuPaul Interlude- (Puff Daddy) C'mon, c'mon, uh-huh It's all about the Benjamins baby Uh-huh, yeah (repeat 4X) It's all about the Benjamins baby Now, what y'all wanna do? It's all about the Benjamins baby Wanna be ballers, shot-callers It's all about the Benjamins baby Brawlers -- who be dippin in the Benz wit the spoilers It's all about the Benjamins baby On the low from the Jake in the Taurus Verse 4- (Lil' Kim)-(overlaps last two lines of interlude) Uhh, uhh, what the blood clot? Wanna bumble wit the Bee hahh? BZZZZT, throw a hex on a whole family (yeah... yeah yeah) Dressed in all black like the Oman (say what?) Have your friends singin 'This is for my homey' (that's right) And you know me, from makin niggaz so sick Floss in my 6 with the Lex on the wrist If it's Murder, you know She Wrote it (uh-huh) German Ruger for your ass bitch, deep throated Know you wanna fill the room cause it's platinum coated Take your pick, got a firearm you shoulda toted, suck a dick All that bullshit you kick, playa hatin from the sideline Get your own shit, why you ridin mine? (uh-huh) I'm, a Goodfella kinda lady Stash 380's and Mercedes, Puffy hold me down baby! Only female in my crew, and I kick shit like a nigga do, with a trigga too, fuck you (Big: Yeah, yeah, uhh, uhh, uhh!) Verse 5- (Notorious B.I.G.) I been had skills, Cristal spills Hide bills in Brazil, about a mil to ice grill Make it hard to figure me, liquor be, kickin me in my asshole, uhhh, undercover, Donni Brascoe Lent my East coast girl, the Bentley to twirl (uh-huh) My West coast shorty, push the chrome 740 Rockin Redman and Naughty, all in my kitty-kat Half a brick of yea, in the bra, where her titties at And I'm livin that, whole life, we push weight (uh-huh) Fuck the state pen, fuck hoes at Penn State (c'mon) Listen close it's Francis, the Praying Mantis Attack with the Mac, my left hand spit, right hand grip on the whip, for the smooth getaway Playa haters get away or my lead will spray Squeeze off til I'm empty, don't tempt me Only, to Hell I send thee, all about the Benji's What?? Outro- (Puff Daddy) It's all about the Benjamins baby Uh-huh, yeah (repeat 8X)
One Call Away-chingy
[J/Weav]Ooh, yea yeaDTP, how we doCall you and you can call meWhatever you wanna do baby[Chorus: J/Weav & (Chingy) 4x](You, could, roll, wit, me)You call if you wanna bump over me(If you was my baby)I'm only one call away[Chingy]It was weird how we met, huhShe was wit her mom in Bank AmericaI'm wit my son cashin the checkSo I asked outta respect (uh)Would she like to explore the world or buyWe can fly in my jetHer reply was "Yes, can I ask you sumpin?"I seen it in her eye, mama lookin like all I wanted was sexScene moved to the next (that is true) but it was somethingabout this girl's style that make me feel no regretsWe started off casual; walks through the parkCandle light dinners by dark, I'm thinkin smart (smart)Of course she might think I'm in a rushTo touch, clutch and be up, but baby I ain't on that stuffDropped her off and told her call me up, we can talkConversate about political subjects whatever's thoughtSo I zoomed off, lookin by and my phone rangIt was her in the shower, (she said) she said "I couldn't do without ya"Then I said. . .[Chorus: J/Weav & (Chingy) 4x](You, could, roll, wit, me)You call if you wanna bump over me(If you was my baby)I'm only one call away[Chingy]The next day I'm with the fellas at the case playin ballHere she comes wit her friends they posted up on the wallNow I'm showin off, trynta dunk trynta dribble break fastThrough the middle just to see her smile and giggleGame over I punched her wit a kiss on the cheekThe homeboys lookin at me sayin "Lil Howard you weak"But you know how that go, what I got they wantWhat I got I flaunt, never mess wit it, PLEASE don'tTold her "I'm going home" she asked can she go tooI'm like "Yeah boo, I can't see me without you"Got thurr, I took a shower jumped out she in the bedWith a see-through thong said I looked at her and said. . .[Chorus: J/Weav & (Chingy) 4x](You, could, call, me)You call if you wanna bump over me(If you was my baby)I'm always one call away[Chingy]Girl recognize game, before game recognize YOUYou're dealin wit a player, TRUENow whatchu wanna do?We can kick it and go puff on a bluuuntOh you don't smoke? Grab a pint of Hen' then we can get druuunkIt's up to you, I'm the man but baby just let me knowCuz if you got an attitude I could treat you just like a hoeGet to rollin wit me baby, hop in there's enough roomWe can gaze at the stars that shine like the moonGimme a chance to show ya, and a chance to know yaJust be true, and there's nothing I won't do, for yaSome women like to play it foul (foul)But them the kind I put in the place of a child (child)Don't worry be happy and smile and. . .[Chorus: J/Weav & (Chingy) 4x](You, could, roll, wit, me)You call if you wanna bump over me(If you was my baby)I'm only one call away
Game Over -lil flip
[Intro]FuryAhhhhhhhhhhhhhh[Chorus: repeat 4x]Game over, Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip[Verse One]Ah shit, y'all done fucked up and let me in this bitchI'm just your average hood nigga with dreams of gettin' rich (But you don't hear me)My crib big like a football field (football field)You might fuck around and think I signed a football deal (But you don't hear me)I take 15 minutes to drop a track (yeah)I take half a minute to load my gat (But you don't hear me)I make 'em bounce all across the globeI'm a pimp, I got your hoe takin' off her clothes (But you don't hear me)A franchise like a Houston Rocket (Houston Rocket)Every eight months is when I usually drop it (But you don't hear me)I got the streets on lock, I like my beats with knockYou know my heat stay cocked, niggaaaaa[Chorus][Verse Two]Look, I'm a Christal nigga and you a red-winerYou just an opening act, but I'm the headliner (But you don't hear me)I'm 'bout to ship 3 mill' off topYou got your deal off your man, I got my deal off props (But you don't hear me)I'm connected like dub and Mach-10 with ice cubes in my watchAnd dubs on the black Benz (But you don't hear me)I'm getting' paid 'cause I do all the workIt's rainy days if we don't move all our work, we go bizirk (But you don't hear me)I'm on the block fam, in the cream drop LamMostly yall cats with deals, y'all ain't hot man (But you don't hear me)I'm 'bout to do it again, you 'bout to lose it againIt's show and tell motherfucker, I'm prove it again[Chorus]The game over, 'cause shit about to change overIt's 'bout time 'cause hip-hop need a make over (But you don't hear me)Most producers want to charge too muchBut around my way that's how you get fucked up (But you don't hear me)You might think we all beats and rhymesBut way before this rap shit, nigga, the streets was mine (But you don't hear me)I got that hot shit, that "Thug Life" 'Pac shitThat get hot shit, that B.I.G. "Ready to Die" shit[Chorus]
im so fly-loyd banks
Yee!Ayo 50, they only do it like us nigga (laughs)Yee![Chorus]I’m So Fly…An I’ve got money so that’s a good enough reason to buy the things I buyI’m So High…An I’m on point and I can tell that you jealous by the look in your eyeWhen I Ride By…An I don’t care, G-Units goin straight to the top this yearNigga Im So Fly…An I’ve got money so that’s a good enough reason to buy the things I buy….[Verse 1 : Lloyd Banks]Banks is fresh out the gutta (gutta)To smooth to stutta (stutta)His cig will melt a riva like 2 scoups of butta (butta)Before I leave the crib I tell my mother I love herGrab the burna cuz she aint concerned cuz he’s a earnaMy bitch lays it out real nice for me to murdaFight, wake up n’ fuck like Ike n’ Tina TurnerIt’s a privilege to ride with a celebCause them girls over three don’t got a problem given headParanoia is on ya that’s why your mama is in your bedFuck a rare chinchilla and bossin mama for ya headAnd where the block im from niggas be damn near 40 and still tuckinAnd niggas baby mama is pregnant and still fuckinIt’s eithier cause their boyfriend is a scrub like brillowOr cuz banks is cooler than the other side of the pillowThe chronic is blownFor my niggas that got locked up and deported and now they gotta go back home[Chorus][Verse 2: Lloyd Banks]Don’t confuse me with these suckasCause when I spit you hear more ouus then a skip to my lil move at the ruckaThank god for given Banks the giftYou think that bandana makes you look gangsta but all I see is a handkerchiefNigga there’s no one out the click that freeze usBelieve that cause I aint scared of shit but jesusLook dawg i dont roam with the poodlesDifference is i'm eating in Rome and you eatin roman noodlesYa boys corrupt kidBanks will send a bitch to the store just for a piece of cheesecake like puff didYou jokes cant afford these homesLook around I got 40 clones now look down that’s 40 stonesAnd that’s only in the necklaceI’m bony and I’m reckless (vroom) there’s Tony in a LexusIm fresh out the gutta scrap whatcha man thoughtIm in the hood with more straps than a Jan Sport[Chorus][Verse 3: Lloyd Banks]When I travel I know Im gonna get stuckCause they harass us in the airport like im the ones that’s blowin shit upI got the patience of a high school teacherAnd a bright future, why the fuck would I have a bomb on my sneakerWill the goody girls back of usMy hearts colder than jack frost isWe pack shows and attract bossesBlack clothes and my black forcesA black rose for a rats coffinBlowin O’s in that black coffinBlowin the road and im back flossinNo one knows how much that’s costinFuck ass only the green moves meI got a clean Uzi A pair of gloves and a mask from the scream movieSo if your plottin on poppin off, sceem smoothlyOr get a little red spatter on ya cream coogyMy name ring each stateSo you aint gotta go all the way to LA to get ur mc eight[Chorus]
Pitbull f/ Lil' Jon -
Culo
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,
Let's go
Right about now,
(Waz up?) we need all the ladies to hit the dance floor (Dominicanas)
If you got a big (todas la cubana) ol' booty and you like to shake (Mexicana) that mother... ...
Let's go
Pitbull, Lil John.
Let's go (Boriqua)
[Hook]
Esa jevita esta enterita, y tiene tremendo culo
Esta tan linda, esta tan rica y tiene tremendo culo
Que linda chiquita pero que importa si tiene tremendo culo
Has me el favor y meneate chica, tienes tremendo culo
Pull up to the club, walk in than I
Pull to the bar get drinks than I
Pull up to a broad let her know what it is, how it is, why it is what it is
I ain't got time for no games.
Hoping Mami that you feel the same
I got what you need to feel the pain, here's my number, call me when you up for an even exchange
Feel me, let me see you do that dirty dance, dirty dance Mami
feel me, let me see you touch your toes or shake that thang and talk with you ass
Feel me all my chicos, all my Jamaicans all my blacks, all my Haitians
Feel me cause they know I'm gunna run till they kill me.
CULO
[Hook]
Mami got her ass and thighs like trina and J-LO, Multiplied.
She's off the chain, off the glass, off the flip and with a couple mo drinks
I'll be off to hit mine
I'll be wearing her out and when I'm finished paramedics gone carry her out. Mine
The night is young and if it's shaved, I'll give you some of this mighty tounge, HEY!
Be easy, go ahead please me, talk to me sleazy baby
I want a freak, a monster in bed, last thing I need is a lady.
[Hook (x2)]
Hey hey hey hey hey
Shake that A
Jay-Z Lyrics
Dirt Off Your Shoulder Lyrics
You're now tuned into the muh'fuckin greatestTurn the music up in the headphonesTim, you can go and brush your shoulder off niggaI got you, yeah[Chorus: Jay-Z]If you feelin like a pimp nigga, go and brush your shoulders offLadies is pimps too, go and brush your shoulders offNiggaz is crazy baby, don't forget that boy told youGet, that, dirt off your shoulder[Verse One]I probably owe it to y'all, proud to be locked by the forceTryin to hustle some things, that go with the PorscheFeelin no remorse, feelin like my hand was forcedMiddle finger to the Lord, nigga grip I'm a bossStab the ladies they love me, from the bleachers they screaminAll the ballers is bouncin they like the way I be leaninAll the rappers be hatin, off the track that I'm makinBut all the hustlers they love it just to see one of us make itCame from the bottom the bottom, to the top of the potsNigga London, Japan and I'm straight off the blockLike a running back, get it man, I'm straight off the blockI can run it back nigga cause I'm straight with the Roc[Chorus][Chorus Two]You gotta get, that, dirt off your shoulderYou gotta get, that, dirt off your shoulderYou gotta get, that, dirt off your shoulderYou gotta get, that, dirt off your shoulder[Verse Two]Your homey Hov' in position, in the kitchen with sodaI just whipped up a watch, tryin to get me a RoverTryin to stretch out the coca, like a wrestler, yessirKeep the Heckler close, you know them smokers'll test yaBut like, fifty-two cards when I'm, I'm through dealinNow fifty-two bars come it, now you feel 'emNow, fifty-two cars roll out, remove ceilingIn case fifty-two broads come out, now you chillinwith a boss bitch of course S.C. on the sleeveAt the 40/40 club, ESPN on the screenI paid a grip for the jeans, plus the slippers is cleanNo chrome on the wheels, I'm a grown-up for real[Chorus + Chorus Two][Verse Three]Your boy back in the building, Brooklyn we back on the mapMe and my beautiful beeeeeeeitch in the back of that 'BachI'm the realest that run it, I just happen to rapI ain't gotta clap at 'em, niggaz scared of that blackI drop that +Black, Album+ then I back, out itAs the best rapper alive nigga axe about meFrom Bricks to Billboards, from grams to GrammysThe O's to opposite, Orphan AnnieYou gotta pardon Jay, for sellin out the Garden in a dayI'm like a young Marvin in his hey'I'm a hustler homey, you a customer cronyGot some, dirt on my shoulder, could you brush it off for me?[Chorus + Chorus Two]You're now tuned into the muh'fuckin greatestBest rapper alive, best rapper alive
Elephant Man f/ Twista, Youngbloodz, Kiprich
jook gal
[Intro:Twista(Elephant Man)]
its the elephant man (thats me)
and the twista with alot of hit songs (alright)
and my niggas YoungBloodz (yeah)
to showem' how to get it crunk up in the club
(on the wine tho)
[Hook: Elephant Man]
Shake that booty, turn it around
Back that ass up, wine go down
Shake that booty turn it around
Back that ass up, wine go down
[Verse 1: Elephant Man]
Yuh up inna di club and di music sweet
Yuh fi jook gal (Jook gal jook gal jook gal)
Hand pon di wall, look inna di mirror
And jook gal (Jook gal jook gal jook gal)
Hand pon di ground bumpa inna di air
And jook gal (Jook gal jook gal jook gal)
Junk in di trunk, wine up yuh rump
And jook gal (Jook gal jook gal jook gal)
Shake that ass (Wine wine) y'all lookin fine (Wine wine)
One ting deh pon yuh mind (Wine wine) bend over and wine (Wine wine)
Di Jamaican girls (Wine wine) di New York girls (Wine wine)
Mi see di down south girls dem a (Wine wine)
Dem a wine wine dem a wine wine
[Verse2:JBo]
now turn around,trip, and drop lo to tha flo
and swing it back like that here ya go
pop tha pop and get loose for ya foe
and roll them hips to the left fo once mo
and shake it up bend over and spread wide
we back again and on a whole new ride
with elephant man, twista and youngbloodz
we off in this biatch! in the middle of the club
so bring it here and lil' momma fall in
and tell ya crew that (that) to join in
so DJ spittin that back i got them tickled
so you best be runnin when you here that whistle
[Verse3:Twista]
now come on shorty and show me you got love
i gottem' on tha twista when i come up in tha club
look at her sister while she twirk that thang
while ima let her hop in my o fo rang
now jook it on me while i blow my bowl
sippin hipnotic while she goin' down lo
i be that nigga with the Roc-A-Fella crew
come hop up on me and see what that do
come here mommy you's freakiest ridiculous
look at ya body while i like the way you shake it twirk ya titties an thighs
ya body's elavent other shit is relavent
its the elephant twista and youngbloodz from the city of chi
ya jook ya body like ya come from jamaica ?? clop thing
look how she jookin that booty like a wing and winding so when ya here her drop sing
[Verse 4: Elephant Man]
Yuh up inna di club and di music sweet
Yuh fi jook gal (Jook gal jook gal jook gal)
Hand pon di wall, look inna di mirror
And jook gal (Jook gal jook gal jook gal)
Hand pon di ground bumpa inna di air
And jook gal (Jook gal jook gal jook gal)
Junk in di trunk, wine up yuh rump
And jook gal (Jook gal jook gal jook gal)
[Verse5:Sean Paul]
its sean paul from the home of the strip club
i dont dip trip i show the girl love
i know you know the face ima youngblood
but dont talk jook girl take a dub
she say she know my song she wanna cuddle up
i told her show me her thong for another dub
i came for some action i dont wanna hug
if it aint heavy hit another club
drank so good it covers ones eye
it makes her drinks ? bang from ones eye
im straight shorty i aint feelin one eye
make her drip til night til the sunlight
[Verse 6: Kiprich(Elephant Man)]
(Put yuh hands on di floor!!!)
Cock up yuh bumpa a likkle more
Cock it up mek mi slam it like a door
(Put yuh hands on di floor!!!)
Yuh hear mi love it when mi talk to her
Split and spread out like manure
(Put yuh hands on di floor!!!)
Every man love see girl gallore
Shabba seh him waan more pon more
(Put yuh hands on di floor!!!)
True yuh goody goody get a encore
Every girl fi brukout like sore
(Mad! Sick! Head nuh good!!!)
[Hook: Elephant Man]
Shake that booty, turn it around
Back that ass up, wine go down
Shake that booty turn it around
Back that ass up, wine go down
[Verse 7: Elephant Man]
Love see girls a wine love see girls a shake dem behind
Search di dancefloor till mi find weh mi flip di coin
Kiprich and di gal dem a wine
Hold up let's go back in time memba Jeanie wine
Memba Jeanie when yuh see mi gimme grind
Now a dancehall queenie queenie time
Jump between di lines stoosh girls stop stoosh dem a wine
Every girl waan dem career shine
(Junk in di trunk)
If yuh nah wine could a get a conflict
Wid it like a Shaolin Monk
(Mi seh junk in di trunk)
Come on girl mek mi see booty bounce
Pon di floor, di dressa or di bank (All girls!!!)
[Hook: Elephant Man]
Shake that booty, turn it around
Back that ass up, wine go down
Shake that booty turn it around
Back that ass up, wine go down
[Verse 8: Elephant Man]
Yuh up inna di club and di music sweet
Yuh fi jook gal (Jook gal jook gal jook gal)
Hand pon di wall, look inna di mirror
And jook gal (Jook gal jook gal jook gal)
Hand pon di ground bumpa inna di air
And jook gal (Jook gal jook gal jook gal)
Junk in di trunk, wine up yuh rump
And jook gal (Jook gal jook gal jook gal)
Shake that ass (Wine wine) y'all lookin fine (Wine wine)
One ting deh pon yuh mind (Wine wine) bend over and wine (Wine wine)
Di Jamaican girls (Wine wine) di New York girls (Wine wine)
Mi see di down south girls dem a (Wine wine)
Dem a wine wine dem a wine wine (alright)
Overnight Celebrity
(*talking*)Oh you didn't think we can it againTwista, Kanye West, from Po Pimping to Poppin TagsFrom Chunkiest to Slow Jamz, oh babyWe can even make you a overnight celebrityKnow what I'm saying, come on[Hook]Why don't we, play something these hoes'd likeDrive whips, I know they likeTwista, you told her right(I could make you a celebrity overnight)Give you ice, like Kobe rightWe sorta like Goldie rightThe way, we mode em right(I could make you a celebrity overnight)[Twista]Girl I see you, in them apple bottom jeansChinchilla on your back, I wanna know your nameGirl I'm Twista, I could blow your brainsPut you in a chameleon, 0-4 RangeStill sexy, when you smoke that flameJerk you like a chicken, when you throw that thangShe got me hotter than a oven, the way that she talkSwitching to freaky, so I'm loving the way that she walkYou looking good girl, you oughta be in picturesListen to me, I see your career going sky highTaking you home to the crib, in the ChiAnd everytime I see your thighs, I cry when I drive byWatching you should be a thrill, got the fellasHustling trying to get, steady screaming my-my-my-myWalk on the carpet, with the bells that flick in the darkKicking it on the couch, at 106 & ParkI can see your beauty, on the big screenI can see me freaking you, with whip creamI can see you on stage, at the awardsWith a dress better than Jennifer's, and doing big thingsKick it with me, I can mold your lifeYou looking good girl, show you rightDre told me, you the prototypeI can make you a celebrity overnight[Hook - 2x][Twista]You want fame, you can take that pathCandlelights, when you take a bathYou got, such a sensational assI'ma get you Jimmy Chew, and Ma Baker bagsI can cop her, a 2000 and 3Make her smile, when she sees Spre'sI can get you on cd's, and DVD'sTake you to BB's, and PCBGI can get you in the places, to be intoThe people to know or show you things, sticker than toI wanna be your lover, undercover DonAnd protect you from others, don't ever let a brother pimp youIf you want the style, you can rich your bloodY'all take a look at her, she got such an astonishing bodyI can see you in some Gucci, or Erika ValiAnd I bet she gon put a hurt on em, hard in the partyAnd you know you kill em in the club, we goYou was born to be a po', how you gon sticking fo' do'sAnd I love you, cause you freaky with the dope clothesDrop it to the flo', let it go when you roll slowAnd I love it, when I hit it from the backAnd you get on top of me, and have a brother going oh-ohGirl I love, how you roll me rightI can make you, a celebrity overnight[Hook](*talking*)You see, see baby girlYou see how you make a brother break downI just gotta ask you, what you needWhat you need from me, oh you wanna be a starAre you messing with the right oneI can take you there, I can make sureYou've got all the finest thingsLet me be your manager[Twista]Come here girl, I could see you boredTook you to the queen, that I see you forTake you shopping on sprees, in storesI'ma get you, to the MTV awardsWe about, to do a show tonightYou looking good girl, show you rightTake you places, I know you likeI could make you a celebrity overnightCome here girl, you could hang if you boredWe could do, plenty things plus moreI'm about to have you, change in the storesI can even get you, to the Soul Train awardsWe about, to do a show tonightYou looking good girl, show you rightTake you places, I know you likeI could make you a celebrity overnight
Down For Me
[Intro]oh yea oh yea(it's your turn now kid)bad boy[Chorus]i want a woman thats down for mei want a woman that'll take care of my body[Loon]i want a woman that'll wash my hairsomeone whos always therei want a woman that'll show me thingssomeone to fullfill my dreamssettle down wit be my queenshes the only one for me[Verse 1]yo ebony complexion, came in my direction eyes made connection, body was perfection and got a smile that will light your life up she make a thug put the guns and knives up defenitly the type of chick you wife uptennis skirts and nike up, throwin the bike up 1100 ducatti, aint as fine as her bodydont believe me, should have been at the partyu can tell wheter not was her hobby the way niggas act, you would think j.lo in the lobbyor, maybe beyonce maybe ashantithe way i feel ma i need a fiancethe type of love that will last forevanot a chick thats around just for half my cheddarwanna play wanna laugh togethereven flash together, and girl you can get the cash wheneva (yeah)[Chorus]i want a woman thats down for me (oh yes i do)i want a woman that'll take care of my body (my body)i want a woman that'll wash my hair (ohh yea)someone whos always there (always there)i want a woman that'll show me things (ohh yea)someone to fullfill my dreams (my dreams) settle down wit be my queenshes the only one for me[Verse 2]uh..yeah..uh..yo..yowhen it comes to sex, im similar, to the thrillerin manilla, they call me young marcus im heartlessbut baby girl im on a whole notha plateauafter i taste you i'll hit from the back slowu can get it from the back mountil you hit a nigga back whoait was a fight tonight, im going out like mike tonitei might bite tonite, you got a right to likewateva you want, tonites the nitewe gon be rite tonite, bottles on ice toniteteddy p barry white tonite (keep going)cause i adore you, and thats the reason why i spoil ufoot massage body rub with the oili knew i wanted you first minute i saw uand i was lucky to find a woman thats loyal(lets go)[Chorus]i want a woman thats down for me (oh yes i do)i want a woman that'll take care of my body (my body)i want a woman that'll wash my hair (wash my hair)someone whos always there (and i'll wash urs to)i want a woman that'll show me things (show me things) someone to fullfill my dreams (baby baby baby)settle down wit be my queenshes the only one for me[Verse 3]uh yea come on uh yo ay yoay yo the things that you showed me, the way you consoled methe way that you used to hold me might have moled meto the man that you see in the fleshi promise you, i could neva be like the rest treat you like my moms, as far as the way that i love herfeelings im feel inside like the day that i hugged heropen up the door, i help her out with the bagscar get dirty, i help her out the jagfolks get flirty, i help em out with the magi aint lyin, im in love wit you badcause you something i neva had, something i wanna losesomething i gotta have, its nothing for me to choosebut still i hope that i love get perfectedeven thou on the low it get hecticfeelings we share dont need no correctionlet me be your angel and i'll be your protection (mario talk to em)[Bridge]girl wont you take my hand (ohh) i'll help you understand (oh baby)this could be love (oh yea) ohh this feels like love to methats why you need to kno (to kno) oh please dont let this go (dont go)i need your love (ohh) oh (ohh) girl give your love to me[Chorus]i want a woman thats down for me (oh i do)i want a woman that'll take care of my body (ohh my body)i want a woman that'll wash my hair (wash my hair)someone whos always there (oh baby baby)i want a woman that'll show me things (oh show me things) someone to fullfill my dreams (fullfill my dreams)settle down wit be my queen (ohh baby)shes the only one for mei want you baby i need you ladyi love you baby sweet sexy ladyi want you baby i need you ladyoh come to me come to come to me....
Pump It Up
Pump p p pump pump p p p pumpPump p p pump pump it upPump p p pump pump p pump p pumpPump p p pump pump it up(Just Blaze)Pump p p pump pump it upWe gon do it like (Uuh, uuh, uuh)
Look, pump it up if you came to get it krunkWith a dame and shit that's drunkYou came to get it on, more than 5 O's in your bankThen get it on, roll up like that stankAnd get it on, slank that fitted onCame to get it onHold up she want work that twork thatThen again let me hurt that murk thatTil you gotta hurt backCan't spit it out, boo you gotta slurp thatCan't cuddle after we done, it wasn't worth thatJoey I'm responsible for bringin Jersey back (And we bad huh)She at the bar stylin' she throwing it upShe drink a little hypno, throwing it upBut I'm only dealing with freaks that wanna cutMa if you agree I want nutCamcorder, get it played late night on BET Uncut (uhh)
[Chorus]Fellas - do your thing let me do my thangI mean - do your thing let me do my thangShorties - move that thing, mami move that thingC'mon - move that thing, mami move that thingHustlers - do your thing let me do my thangPlease tell the DJ - pump p p pump pump it up!
(Bridge)I see some haters grillingI see some ladies chillingI see dat girlieI been plottin to get See can hop in the whip And we canPump p p pump pump it up
OK we was leaving we was doneThen she said can my people's comeHere we go I see it don't stopThey wanna ride in something were the rims don't stopLook baby you fine, but your girlfriends notAnd then she wanna hold out getting cute on the phoneI ain't gotta be bothered, be cute on your ownMy jump off doesn't run off at the mouth so muchMy jump off never ask why I go out so muchMy jump off never has me going out of my wayAnd she don't want nothing on Valentines DayMy jump off don't argue or get rebelliousAnd she don't mind hanging out wit da fellasMy jump off's not insecure or jealous(Uuh, uuh, uuh)
[Chorus]
Y'all dudes keep talking bout your ice and all the shine to itThat's alright go cross-world find cubicMa wanna fall in love like I'm cupidTelling me she don't give brain like I'm stupidYou can do anything if you put your mind to it(Get it)Think about it the game is bad playaAin't it bad playaDon't worry Joey'll change it back playaMight of heard me spittin wit Cain and Fab playaI got the set boards to bring it back playaBang and clap playaFront man no longer playin the back playaPlain as that playa808's pumpin bang the track playaWant my 2nd wind change the rap playaJump off 1 man gang I'm back playaLook, Want you want bump double click pumpRide, ride swamp dump off homie jump offAll these haters on my (huh) won't jump offWhen all the streets need is J J J Jump offJ J Jump J J J J J Jump offUuh, uuh, uuh
[Chorus]
Itsumo
by Dice & K9
Juz' call me first born, you're my first love,
You're my 1st kiss from up above.
And I don't care if you don't give love back
Coz' n my heart is where your ass is at.
I love your eyes , your nose & your tender lips,
Wanna kiss your neck, your shoulders to your finger tips.
I go crazy when you shake those sexy hips.
Baby girl you're the 1 I can't resist.
You know I love you from the very start,
I don't care if you break my heart.
I'm the man & I'm here for you,
believe me coz' my love is true.
*CHORUS:
(Sashi)
Itsumo kokoro we hoshi itstuka
Dare katu mata koi nei utchitimu
Itsumo kokoro nei eiro itsumo
Anata dake no basho ga aru kara
(K9)
You wanna get down with k-n-i-n-e,
make sure that's pure l-o-v-e
Never talk about the i-c-e
coz' I only got my h-e-a-r-t for y-o-u
I can't pay the bills for dinner,
I juz' give them my IOU
For sure, I'm not after f-u-c-k,
got no b-a-d intentions don't wanna play girl,
Maybe we might spot a UFO,
wait, that's not part of the rhyme juz' felt like sayin' so
You gotta know that I love from the start till f-o-r-e-v-e-r.
*Repeat chorus
(Dice)
Baby girl be my first lady,
be the mom of my first baby
You didn't like me when you first show me,
I'll be gentle I'll do it slowly.
(K9)
Girl, I think it's better if you was with me,
I got doe coz' I juz' won the spelling bee
For you, I got all the t-i-m-e
Ask mommies to pass but I'm not so sure
Juz' doin' my on thing,
shits more expensive than your fancy gold rings,
I don't mean dissin' coz' I gots to go there, mommies don't care,
All for them ladies, even chicks with nose rings.
*Repeat chorus 2x
# 1 Stunna
BabyNigga can't out-stunt me when it come to these fuckin' cars, niggaBelieve that!
You know me - I don't need no introduction and shitRide Bentley's 'round the city on buttons, ya bitchArm hangin', wrist blingin' - just stun'n and shitDrop the top, block is hotStay bumpin', ya bitchB. Atrice get it right, don't tangle and twist itHit the club every night, drunk - drinkin' that CrissyNiggas mad - don't like it 'cause I'm bangin' they bitchesWhen the light hit the ice, it twankle and glistensBaby, Brian, B., Bubble - you can call me what you feelHoppin' out the platinum Hummer with the platinum grillWith the platinum pieces, and the platinum chainsWith the platinum watches, and the platinum rings (platinum rings)Last shit ain't changedStill doin' my thingStill do it for the block - nuts hang and swingYou don't know another nigga that can stunt like me (stunt like me)Big Tymer representin', nigga - the U.P.T.
Hook Baby + Lil' WayneBaby I'ma a hard stun'n nigga like Evil KnievelWayne Jumpin' out Lex's and Hummers - showin' off for my peopleBaby I'm the # 1 stunna!Wayne Wh-what, wh-what, what?Baby The # 1 stunna!Wayne Wh-what, wh-what, what?
Baby James Bond, Jackie Chan, and that bitch, MacGyverWayne Private planes, Jaguars, Bentley's, and ProwlersBaby I'm the # 1 stunna!Wayne Wh-what, wh-what, what?Baby The # 1 stunna!Wayne Wh-what, wh-what, what?
BabyI put dubs on cars - when I ride, I'm flyWe thugs, not stars, bitch - ride or diePut bricks on blocks, nigga - cooked and cutJuvy 'bout to hold the rocks, nigga, hook it upDiamonds on my hoes' feet - when they walk, they sparkDiamonds in my fuckin' teeth - when I talk, I sparkDon't fuck around with beef - when it start, I sparkMe and my Hot Boy creeps - when it's dark, we sparkJust bought a new car, and I spent about a millionThe motherfuckin' driver seat sittin' in the middleMe and my son, Wheezy, got a house by the waterI'll be fuckin' bad bitches (bad bitches, bad bitches)
Lil' WayneI be hittin' they daughters
BabyI like my dick sucked fast
Lil' WayneI like to play with them rookies
BabyI like to fuck 'em in they ass while he beat up the pussyI'm the number-one stunna - you don't want my shitI'ma stunt 'til I die, bitch, the shit don't quit
Hook Baby + Lil' Wayne
JuvenileBaby, pop the Cryst-al, and shine the jew-elsGet the Cadillac from Sewell with twenty-inch L's
Lil' WayneBoss B.,Slow down in the Jag, you lost me
Baby{tires squeal}Slow down, Wayne - you know that's all on me
Lil' WayneBut you know how slow the new Rolls Royce beCome on - you know how slow the new Rolls Royce be
JuvenileBaby, give me the ki's, give me the weed,give me the G's, give me the Mack-10Let me see happenin'To me, these niggas laggin'
Lil' WayneWhat's up, Boss B.You ever got beef with a busta, you can call meYou know I keep a "blucka-blucka"Hit 'em all weekGive me the keys to the bubbleI'm on y'all streetJuvenile (Juvenile)
JuvenileBaby, let me get the keys to the Rover TruckMan, let me get this beef shit over, bruh
Lil' WayneBut wait,My nigga, Baby - he live on chromeMy nigga, Baby - he get his shine on
Hook2x Baby + Lil' Wayne
Baby {talking}Now, it's plain and simple, niggaI ain't met a nigga yetcould fuck with these Cash Money Hot Boys with these cars, niggaSee that new Monte Carlo, that's hot and on firethat my dog, Fresh, had firstWe got 'em on dubsThat Lexus - the new one - that come out in 2001 with the frog eyesI got that bitch on dubsAnd that Yu- the new Yukon, that's bubble-eyeI got that bitch on dubsAnd that Mercedes Wagon, with the kit, that's kitted outlook like it got frog eyesThat bitch on dubsAnd I got that Benz that me and my dog bought for our bitchesWe got this shit here on dubsWe all drive Bentley's on dubsI'm tryin' to put platinum eyebrows on these hoesI just bought me a platinum football field, niggaYa understand?Don't fuck with me with these cars, nigga (at all, playboy)We the number-one stunnas, nigga (Nigga, we don't give a fuck)Got that Viper with them rattlin stripes, with that kitYa understand?We ain't playin'TV's in all our shitBelieve that, playboy(Fuck your whole hood up)
Badaboom
Yea, yea, yea(It's B2K ya'll) It's B2K ya'llWelcome ladies... and gentlemen(Yes) To the U Got Served Soundtrack(Yea) We about to do disYou know how we get downOh YeaYou know datcome onOmarion hit em wit it[Verse One: Omari]Like whoaYou knowGirl you're the star of my showIn this clubPoppin bubThe way you shakin deservin some dubsTurn aroundMake it bounceShake it like you come from out of townWhats yo name?Whats yo sign?Girl you leavin with me tonight[Chorus 2x]Mami shake it like you care for meYou know I like it when you do that little dance for meMami I'm just trynna get you in my roomAnd see that big badabing go badaboom[Verse Two: Omari]This one, I seenCouldn't believe the ass in them jeansTo myself, had to think'Any room for me up in them jeans?'Ghetto starYou areEat you up like a chocolate barWhat's yo name?What's yo sign?Damn you got me weeping inside[Chorus 2x]Mami shake it like you care for meYou know I like it when you do that little dance for meMami I'm just trynna get you in my roomAnd see that big badabing go badaboom[Rap: Fabolous]I wanna see ya 'badabing' go 'badaboom'And my house got a wing, with a lotta roomsI can do a lotta things, get you hot as JuneI wanna watch ya body swing to the hottest groovesI'm trynna slide behind it when you throw it 'roundSo I can ride and grind it, when you slow it downBring it from the top, then take it to da bottomI'm clingin to ya top, trynna make it to ya ohThe way you move is fab-u-losaIt makes me wanna grab you closaYou know I like it when ya bounce, bounceThrow ya hands up and ya bounce, bounceI don't back down, when I'm pressin yaI'm finna lay the smack down like the wrestlerBut nobody get it ta poppin like this man canHave them girls get it to poppin on a handstand...Ghetto[Chorus 4x]Mami shake it like you care for meYou know I like it when you do that little dance for meMami I'm just trynna get you in my roomAnd see that big badabing go badaboomla la la la la[Talking]B2KFabT-ScottOh yea Chris Stoke I see you boyAnd oh yea, Dave MackLet's do dis againYea [laughs]TUG(Hums)Mmmmmm Badaboom
"rOmEo&JuLiEt"
It’s like Romeo and Juliet
Hot sex on a platter just to get you wet
You’s about to get in somethin’ you will never regret
And it’s gonna be the bomb, this is what I bet, yep
It’s like Romeo and Juliet
Hot sex on a platter just to get you wet
You’s about to get in somethin’ you will never regret
And it’s gonna be the bomb, this is what I bet, yep
Since the first time I saw you, I knew I was attracted
Reacted to the fact on how you make me act
Shy, but sexy at the same time
Always on my mind was a little bump and grind
Usually I don’t play it that close
You gots to kick it with me before I serve you up with an overdose
Of that bomb-ass punanny, make you my man
Ain’t got no love for nobody else but you
‘Cause you’s my boo, I’ll prove to you my love be true
So do you know where you’re goin’ to
Through thick and thin, baby, you’re all in
Time will reveal that my love for you will never end
My heart keeps tickin’, no time for trickin’
You’re who I’m pickin’, so lay me down, just give it a good lickin’
I’ll treat you like my king ‘cause you’re royal
And only give my love to you because I’m loyal
Escape with me, come over to my place
I’ll teach you a few thangs in love makin’
Now I can’t wait, I won’t wait
So take me by my arms and rock me, baby
‘Cause I’m-a always and forever be your lady
It’s like Romeo and Juliet
Hot sex on a platter just to get you wet
You’s about to get in somethin’ you will never regret
And it’s gonna be the bomb, this is what I bet, yep
It’s like Romeo and Juliet
Hot sex on a platter just to get you wet
You’s about to get in somethin’ you will never regret
And it’s gonna be the bomb, this is what I bet, yep
After our first night, you discovered who’s da bombest mommy
L.A.’s finest with my top dogs all around me
Down to ride, harder then Bonnie and Clyde with sexual healings
Deep feelings, baby, check my vibe
There’ll never be a love like me
That got yo’ back in this industry
That got yo’ back in these streets
So you don’t have to worry ‘bout me on the creep
And I don’t want you ever to try to play me cheap
‘Cause I don’t sleep around because it’s sleazy
Good lesson taught by my big homey Eazy
I gots to compliment you on how you please me
Touch me, but don’t tease me, now put it in nice and easy
And rub my body down I’m feelin’ queasy
And cuddle up to me ‘cause now I’m gettin’ sleepy
But I’m-a be dedicated to this relation
So stay away from all them cowards, so we cannot be player hated
‘Cause if you’re with me, booty, keep it real
And if I catch you sleepin’ around then I’m gon’ have to chill
When you find good love you best-a keep it
I’m puttin’ all my sisters up on game , so won’t you peep it
It’s like Romeo and Juliet
Hot sex on a platter just to get you wet
You’s about to get in somethin’ you will never regret
And it’s gonna be the bomb, this is what I bet, yep
It’s like Romeo and Juliet
Hot sex on a platter just to get you wet
You’s about to get in somethin’ you will never regret
And it’s gonna be the bomb, this is what I bet, yep
It’s like Romeo and Juliet
Hot sex on a platter just to get you wet
You’s about to get in somethin’ you will never regretAnd it’s gonna be the bomb, this is what I bet, yep
It’s like Romeo and Juliet
Hot sex on a platter just to get you wet
You’s about to get in somethin’ you will never regret
And it’s gonna be the bomb, this is what I bet, yep
It’s like Romeo and Juliet
Hot sex on a platter just to get you wet
You’s about to get in somethin’ you will never regret
And it’s gonna be the bomb, this is what I bet, yep
It’s like Romeo and Juliet
Hot sex on a platter just to get you wet
You’s about to get in somethin’ you will never regret
And it’s gonna be the bomb, this is what I bet, yep
It’s like Romeo and Juliet
Hot sex on a platter just to get you wet
You’s about to get in somethin’ you will never regret
"sLoW jAmZ"
[Luther Vandross]
Are you gonna be
Say that you're gonna be
[Jamie Foxx]
Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh...
[Jamie Foxx - Chorus]
She said she wants some Marvin Gaye, some Luther Vandross, a little Anita, will definitely set this party off right
(Are u gonna be, are u gonna be, are u gonna be, are you gonna be are you gonna be, well well well well well)
She said she want some Ready for the World, some New Edition, some Minnie Ripperton, and definitely set this party off right
(Are u gonna be, are u gonna be, are u gonna be, are you gonna be are you gonna be, well well well well well)
[Kanye West]
I told her to drive over in your new whip
Bring some friends you cool with
Imma bring da cool whip
Then I want you to strip
See you is my new chick
So we get our grind on
She be grabbin, callin me Biggie like Shine home
Man I swear she fine homes
Why she always lying though
Tellin me them diamonds when she know they rhinestones
She got a light skinned friend look like Michael Jackson
Got a dark skinned friend look like Michael Jackson
I play 'Ready for the World' - she was ready for some action
My dawg said you aint no freak, so you got to prove my man wrong
Imma play this Vandross
You gon' take your pants off
Imma play this Galdys Knight
Me and you gon' get right
[Chorus X2]
[Twista]
Got you lookin at the gliss at my hands and wrists
While i'm layin back smokin on my canibus
When it come to rockin original like Marvin and Luther
I can tell you aint no messin with Kan-man and Twist
From the Chi and I be
Sippin Hennessy
Twistin almarie?
Tryina smoke a B
Lookin properly
Feelin on a G?
And always (Well Well Well Well Well)
Come with me and sip on some Evelyn Champagne
You aint know Twista can work it like the Whispers
Hit the stop light, get into some Isaac
The rims still moving so I'm bumping a little spinners
While I'm
Smokin on a B
Dippin through the streets
Bumpin R&B
And I got to leave
something to the 23's?
And I do it (well well well well well)
When my earth and the wind smoke a fire
Let me when get your sheets wet listening to Keith Sweat
Put you in a daze for maze
Fullfilling our every temptation slow jamming having deep sex
You ready for the world girl
Come on over make me touch you all over your body baby don't say no to me
An every moment you controllin' me I'm lovin the way you be holding me when I be listening to Jodeci
And when I come over and bend your ass
You be bumpin Teddy Pendergrass
I'da hit it from the back to the melody to roll it slow
Now I gotta go up in it fast, but imma finish last
No matter how much of a thug you see
I still spit it like it's R&B, so to the club with me
And with some Luther come on and hope you finna and stilla be in love with me
[chorus X2]
[Twista]
Baby drop another slow jam
And all us lovers need hold hands
And if you aint got no man hop up on my brohem
I keep it pimpin like an old man
You gots to roll with the plan
Cuz after that then I
Take it to the dome
Then I got to bone
Stay up in the zone
Got to get you home
Gotta run up on
And I do it (well well well well well)
Baby drop another slow jam
And all us lovers need hold hands
And if you aint got no man hop up on my brohem
I keep it pimpin like an old man
You gots to roll with the plan
Cuz after that then I
Take you to my home
And we could get it on
Disconnect the phone
Just to get you goin'
Tryina make you moan
And I do it (well well well well well)
"through the wire"
Yo G they can't stop me from rapping can they?
Can that huh?
[Chorus:]
Through the fire, to the limit, to the wall
For a chance to be with you, I'd gladly risk it all
Through the fire, through whatever come what may
For a chance at loving you, I'd take it all away
Right down through the wire, even through the fire
I spit it through the wire man
To much stuff on my heart right now man
I'll probably risk it all right now
It's a life or death situation man
Y'all don't really understand how I feel right now man
It's your boy Kanye to the....
Chi-Town what's going on man
[Verse 1:]
I drink a boost for breakfast, and ensure for dizzert
Somebody ordered pancakes I just sip the sizzurp
That right there could drive a sane man bizzerk
Not to worry the Mr. H to the izzles back to wizzerk
How do you console my mom or give her light support
When you telling her your sons' on life support
And just imagine how my girl feel
On the plane scared as hell that her guy look like Emitt Till
She was with me before the deal she been trying to be mine
She a delta so she been throwing them Dynasty signs
I'm use to trying to reline
I been trying to signed
Trying to be a millionaire
How I use two lifelines
In the same hospital where Biggie Smalls died
The doctor said I had blood clots
But I ain't Jamaican man
Story on MTV and I ain't trying to make the band
I swear this right here is history in the making man
[Chorus]
I really apologize how I sound right now man
If it's unclear at all, man
They got my mouth wired shut for like I don't know the doctor said for like six weeks
You know we had reconstru....
I had reconstructive surgery on my jaw
Looked in the mirror half my jaw was missing and half my mouth
I couldn't believe it
But im still here for yall right now yo
This is what I gotta say yo
Yeah, turn me up yeah
[Verse 2:]
What if somebody from the Chi was ill got a deal on the hottest rap label around
But he wasn't talking bout coke and birds it was more like spoken word
Except he really putting it down
And he explained the story about how blacks came from glory
And what we need to do in the game
Good dude, Bad night, Right place, Wrong time
In the blink of an eye his whole life changed
If you could feel how my face felt you would know how Mase felt
Thank God I ain't to cool for the safe belt
I swear to God drive two on the sue
I got lawyer for the case to keep whats in my safe; safe
My dawgs couldn't tell if I
I look Tom Cruise on Vanilla Sky, it was televised
All they heard was that I was in an accident like GEICO
They thought I was burnt up like Pepsi did Michael
I must gotta angel
Cause look how death missed his ass
Unbreakable, would you thought they called me Mr. Glass
Look back on my life like the ghost of Christmas past
Toys R Us where I used to spend that Christmas cash
And I still wont grow up, I'm a grown ass kid
Swear I should be locked up for stupid shit that I did
But I'm a champion, so I turned tragedy to triumph
Make music that's fire, spit my soul through the wire
[Chorus]
Know what im saying
When the doctor told me I had a um.. I was goin to have a plate on my chin
I said dawg don't you think didn't you realize I'll never make it on the plane now
Its bad enough I got all this jewelry on
Can't be serious man
[Chorus repeats till fade]
"life goes on"
Chorus: repeat 2X
How many brothas fell victim to tha streetz
Rest in peace young nigga, there's a Heaven for a 'G'
be a lie, If I told ya that I never thought of death
my niggas, we tha last ones left
but life goes on.....
Verse One:
As I bail through tha empty halls
breath stinkin'
in my draws
ring, ring, ring
quiet y'all
incoming call
plus this my homie from high school
he's getting bye
It's time to bury another brotha nobody cry
life as a baller
alchol and booty calls
we usta do them as adolecents
do you recall?
raised as G's
loc'ed out and blazed the weed
get on tha roof
let's get smoked out
and blaze with me
2 in tha morning
and we still high assed out
screamin' 'thug till I die'
before I passed out
but now that your gone
i'm in tha zone
thinkin'
'I don't wanna die all alone'
but now ya gone
and all I got left are stinkin' memories
I love them niggas to death
i'm drinkin' Hennessy
while tryin' ta make it last
I drank a 5th for that ass
when you passed....
cause life goes on
Chorus
Verse Two:
Yeah nigga
I got tha word as hell
ya blew trial and tha judge gave you
25 with an L
time to prepare to do fed time
won't see parole
imagine life as a convict
that's getten' old
plus with tha drama
we're lookin out for your babies mama
taken risks, while keepin' cheap tricks from gettin on her...
life in tha hood...
is all good for nobody
remember gamin' on dumb hoties at chill parties
Me and you
No true a two
while scheming on hits
and gettin tricks
that maybe we can slide into
but now you burried
rest nigga
cause I ain't worried
eyes bluried
sayin' goodbye at the cemetary
tho' memories fade
I got your name tated on my arm
so we both ball till' my dying days
before I say goodbye
Kato, we're meant to rest in peace
Thug till I die
Chorus
Verse Three:
Bury me smilin'
with G's in my pocket
have a party at my funeral
let every rapper rock it
let tha hoes that I usta know
from way before
kiss me from my head to my toe
give me a paper and a pen
so I can write about my life of sin
a couple bottles of Gin
incase I don't get in
tell all my people i'm a Ridah
nobody cries when we die
we outlaws
let me ride
until I get free
I live my life in tha fast lane
got police chasen me
to my niggas from old blocks
from old crews
niggas that guided me through
back in tha old school
pour out some liquor
have a toast for tha homies
see we both gotta die
but ya chose to go before me
and brothas miss ya while your gone
you left your nigga on his own
how long we mourn
life goes on...
Chorus *repeats to end*
(sung overtop repeating chorus)
Life goes on homie
gone on, cause they passed away
Niggas doin' life
Niggas doin' 50 and 60 years and shit
I feel ya nigga, trust me
I feel ya
You know what I mean
last year
we poured out liquor for ya
this year nigga, life goes on
we're gonna clock now
get money
evade bitches
evade tricks
give players plenty space
and basicaly just represent for you baby
next time you see your niggas
your gonna be on top nigga
their gonna be like,
'Goddamn, them niggas came up'
that's right baby
life goes on....
and we up out this bitch
hey Kato, Mental
y'all niggas make sure it's popin' when we get up there
don't front.
"fried days"
(lighter clicking in the background)
now this is what im talking about baby(inhaling)
and this is for the weed heads and this is for the
weedheads
get a bag of dope in a quarter o
(repeat2x)
(chorus)(repeat2x)
(second and fourth time at end in background wanna get
high get high)
so who want a bag who want a bag
you want a bag you want a bag
you got a bag so send em out the door to the liquer
store
get a bag of dope and a quarter o
(first verse)
Oh why don't we legalize reefer leaves in time
some of them say weed evil a little sumthin sumthin for
my people
and though I know that weed will even out your day
love everything green well that's what my sister said god said
gonna get ya fucked up wanna get ya fucked up
will you take one hit that'll make you hush up nigga shut
the fuck up
No stems though indo and chronic hydro that stinkin' and I can think of
some more
ohh yeah time to smoke sesso I know high day come
around on friday
toke the bowl breath deep boy yes then we pray
as the reefer help me see more everyday
would've it could've it be heaven sent
one hell of a superstar ball every first friday
of the month
and your humbily invited were truly humbly united
enemies and all of ya'll hate on when i get my
fade on
I'm so high
(chorus)(same as first)
(second verse)
it'll rule ya smokin the potent buddha (buddha)
they aint nuthin like that buddha lovin bomb shit
fat enough that it will make me move ya sooth ya
reefer creeper seepin in my sneakers seepin in my shiva
heave her (nigga)
you better believe us even when i'm lonly weed wont
leave us
not like these fake niggas that decieve us
all day the weed man bizzy need the chronic when it's
seedless
life aint easy put it on eazy but we still
breathin
takin a hit of the reefer sendin me straight to
heaven
chokin with my breezy
that herbal healin
and dont ya wanna feel that feelin and dont you wanna
spend your scrilla
and givin the weed to the killas niggas forget why they
killin (hell ya)
I heard they heard they heard they out here fuckin
wit pills
nigga those chemicals will make you ill so get off
the ecstasy
so come to the realers mysterious and pass the rush of a box of blunts,
a sack of skunk and your endin' up in the coffin (sure 'nuff, sure 'nuff)
(chorus)(same as first)
(verse three)
toke that toke untill we love that love that
that
dont legalize cuz they know we can roll
gettin high just to get by
through all the suicides and homicides
and genocides drivebys walkbys gonna multiply
and chalk lines in the towns in the h-double-o-d hood
and it would rain
and it aint all were it aint all and it aint all and
it aint all good
I started at eleven stealin weed from coppers kreeper
and even though you beat us I gotta thank you for the
reefer
neva mess with white girls but I roll those white
boys
niggas come out the pen and they roll some tight
joints tight joints
my shit is swollen you shouldnt be rollin
livin on green leaves that will make your heart
bleed for the moment
just go and let me split up the weed and be silent
and sober
no jokin when the nieghbers door is open you want to
come over
we smokin smokin and now we tokin tokin and then we chokin
chokin chokin
chokin chokin chokin chokin chokin
I'm so high
(chorus)(repeat til end)
