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Nelly - Errtime
(Ladies and gentlemen, ladies and gentlemen) (This is a Jazze Phizzle productshizzle) (whoa whoa whoa whoa) Uh, You see errtime that beat go (beat go) I need you to shake that thang, girl (uh) yea errtime that beat go (whoa whoa whoa whoa) uh you see errtime that beat go (beat go) I need you to break that thang, girl (uh) yea errtime that beat go (whoa whoa whoa whoa) Won't ya, uuuhh break it down break it down for me don't run outta gas girl down break it down for me don't run outta gas girl [NELLY] Since that cop can't see his eyes, who could it be? with the newest STL or do that for me Who else With us behind the tints or the new GT the continental on blow got them feeling real glo till they stomachs stick to, furr real, they grossed out 19's I come, 22's poke out Just to see when they roll out, I'm killin the folks now his money just chingy, my money it fold out man, this happened vegas, and they hit me for a mil' worth how many rappers man can tell you what a mil' worth all my life damn worryin bout a meals worth (whoa whoa whoa whoa) Uh, You see errtime that beat go (beat go) I need you to shake that thang, girl (uh) yea errtime that beat go (whoa whoa whoa whoa) uh you see errtime that beat go (beat go) I need you to break that thang, girl (uh) yea errtime that beat go (whoa whoa whoa whoa) Won't ya, uuuhh break it down break it down for me don't run outta gas girl down break it down for me don't run outta gas girl [Young Tru] (Yo yo yo) I'm def'er than Jermaine, you could say I'm so so Player taylor made, thats a no no Sure it a 'aftermath', but I ain't a doctor Squad full of 'BG's', city full of them choppas Way more 'Game' than the kid with the G-Unit Cracks by the gram an hour, thats a G-Unit Like Ciara when I'm keeping the 'Goodies' Cuz' I'm Jazzy like Pha with a tank in the Hoody I'm Like.. [King] Yea, you need to make your mind up Ain't see her by now, you ain't gon' find her She looks good, but she looks finer Like (whoa whoa whoa whoa) Yea, King- Laker, you ain't gotta know Baggette u so real, cuz you gotta know me Got the type that make ya baby momma OD Like (whoa whoa whoa whoa) [CHORUS] [Bridge:] Okay, now let me see you do it baby, Okay, don't be afraid go now And don't be ashamed of how you do it baby, Just (whoa whoa whoa whoa) [Nelly] You see I'm tired of playin games with niggaz with money names For real money, you lame I put your money to shame Ha, this ain't cynical(Naw) (Naw) This ain't subliminal I'm physical, financial and mental to be a general Why the momma types you want a {soldier} Not the type that in the tank but in the {Rover} yea man you at the game orderin refreshments I'm on the floor watching my investment Buttoned up, some call it grown up look I like to call it havin money that fold up look That Don Perignon, Chrystal cold up look Got her (whoa whoa whoa whoa) [Chorus] (whoa whoa whoa whoa) (whoa whoa whoa whoa) |
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uh chhh uh chhh holla at me (mannie fresh in background) Say boy You dont wanna get hit with the AR AR 15 15 Flip cars So just imagine what it do to pussy niggaz thats goin against me I come hard So hard that I'm bruising up my knuckles I'm watchin my fist bleed fists bleed So what I'm bustin this bustin this fuckin up everyone that it see So move to the left cuz you might catch a hot one Tear a whole square out ya chest with the shotgun Make a whole pair out one nigga with the shotgun We can go there my nigga I'm so there Rockin by myself with the chopper on the backseat Shoot at the driver side knock his body to the backseat Stop Pause Nigga I'm Dominique Dawes Flippin bitch niggaz when the shotty's go off Lose the hand guns we dont cop that nigga We hold shotguns we pop that nigga And when you shoot it dont it It make ya body bounce You do the shotty bounce Bounce shotty bounce And when it hit you dont it It make ya body bounce You do the shotty bounce Now bounce shotty bounce Bounce shotty bounce Now bounce shotty bounce It make ya body bounce Bounce shotty bounce Ay fella You dont wanna get hit with the AK AK 47 47 It have you battlin guns and roses Roses and dresses Funeral settins Blessins Ay man You see em on the waist I'm tryna shoot straight straight shot Dont lose faith Homie use safe Hit you in ya grill now they call you two face This aint dance this a motherfuckin pressure point Earthquak break a nigga down to a decimal Break a nigga break a nigga down to a vegetable Lay ya grandmother next to you This the the untestable the untouchable the young stunna dude Whatever stunna do Stop Pause Nigga I'm dominique dawes Flippin bitch niggaz when the shotty's go off Lose the hand guns we dont cop that nigga We hold shotguns we pop that nigga And when you shoot it dont it It make ya body bounce You do the shotty bounce Bounce shotty bounce And when it hit you dont it It make ya body bounce You do the shotty bounce Now bounce shotty bounce Bounce shotty bounce Now bounce shotty bounce It make ya body bounce Bounce shotty bounce Ay chump You dont wanna get hit with this straight pump just a pump With the pump with the pump Not the pump the pump You know if I get em he gotta bend he gotta lean he gotta slump I shot em once with the buckshots (oh) Make it look like a sun shots (oh) A nice body all dumb hot He turned cold dead Anybody in the city cops say did Look me in my eyes nah look me in my barrel Leave a barrel strawberry cherry on ya apple I'm a very scary New Orleans mammal Shotty on my back got me walkin like a camel Put a hump in ya back and lift you up I'm Weezy F. Baby Gettin so tough Stop Pause Nigga I'm dominique dawes Flippin bitch niggaz when the shotty's go off Lose the hand guns we dont cop that nigga We hold shotguns we pop that nigga And when you shoot it dont it It make ya body bounce You do the shotty bounce Bounce shotty bounce And when it hit you dont it It make ya body bounce You do the shotty bounce Now bounce shotty bounce Bounce shotty bounce Now bounce shotty bounce It make ya body bounce Bounce shotty bounce Wayne talkin until music stop |
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| 4:48 |
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[Verse 1]
Chinchilla to the floor, Cigarillo full of dro White Benz double doors, I could change colors though Blue Ferrari, red Bent, black truck on 24's Several Cheverolet's on 20 inches maybe more Used to wish for better days, now I'm wishin' never more I could go buy anything, stick my dick in every hoe Grand Hustle on everything, P$C in every store Sellin everything from rubberbands to leather coats Swear to God I never change, jealous niggaz never know T.I.P. ain't never been a lame, jigalow since '84 Blessed with astonishing ability to pull a hoe Fuck her so, good make her think this dick was full of Moe Pussy so, good but I love it when she suck it slow (OH) Her motto you don't swallow what you suckin' for (OH) My motto you ain't ballin' what you hustle for The VVS's let off such a glow to let these bustas know [Chorus] Hey! Hey! Hey shawty bounce like this just bounce let me see you bounce like this Hey! Hey! Hey shawty bounce like this just bounce tell that bitch to bounce like this Hey! Hey! Hey shawty bounce like this just bounce all my nigga bounce like this Hey! Hey! Hey shawty bounce like this just, bend it over and make it bounce like this [Verse 2] I give you 30 seconds show me what you got could you Bend it over for me drop it like its hot could you Wiggle your titties a little lift your top get you to Bust it open show your panties and your ass for me Actually I was thinking you, Kim, and Daphine In the back with me, lickin' on the bottom half of me Answer me first know that sayin no is blaspheme Me I'm pussy pumper number one you can ask for me I knew how you danced for me that you had plans for me Save the conversation get your partner out them pants for me Damn honey, you'd be a fool if you ran from me You ain't fuckin wit another dummy I'm the man honey Im tryin' to give it to you 'till it make you stand funny (OH) Throw that pussy right and maybe you can get a grand from me (OH) (HA!!) Picture pimpin givin' you some damn money Not a one thin dime but your ass is fine [Chorus] [hook] Now shawty bounce with me bounce with me, let me see you see you bounce with me bounce with me Now shawty bounce with me bounce with me, let me see you let me bounce with me bounce with me [Verse 3] Hey shawty stall if you want to I ball when I want to Could fall through and shut down the mall if I want to I could make your girlfriend choose but I want you Why you bother me with what you will and you won't do Listen shawty I'm a grown man and you grown too You can leave with me I ain't gotta telephone you All I'm thinking 'bout is me layin on you Or vice versa with a lot of ass to hold on to I got somethin' for that ass to bounce onto You missin the chance of a lifetime why don't you Hop off in the droptop, ride through the city lights Take you where I kick it let you see what pimpin living like Pop one of these then we'll see what you feeling like Takin off your clothes wanna know what its drilling like Presidential suite at the very end of the night Treat you like a freak and give you what was missing in your life [Chorus] [hook] |
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| 3:56 |
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| 4:52 |
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| 11. |
| 3:28 |
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Bill-me Clinton (yeah)
Trillville (right) I see you sir 'Bout to crank this motherfucker up right (yeah) Tellin y'all 'bout these muh'fuckin Donnie Brasco-ass niggaz Muh'fuckin snakes in the grass nigga (I see you) Get ate up by these muh'fuckin sharks nigga Knahmtalkinbout? Yeah, yeah.. [Verse One] Dunn we stay on the road mo' than construction workers My pockets stay, fatter than them niggaz eatin them burgers Me, I'm a Red Lobster nigga Lobster bar, eatin like a mobster nigga Trillville, I'm a R, cause I'm a trill nigga Trilltown on the right cause I'ma put in the light Ayy, ayy, dese niggaz don't know me I'm the same nigga befo', and not the BET Call me Corleone or Don P It doesn't matter cause it's allllllll me Like if I was to push a whip, Cartiers, and gold teeth You would STILL see me in the streets, muh'fucker [Chorus] Dese niggaz think dey slick, tryin to infiltrate my click But they cain't, cause as soon as I say AYYY, we all goin my way Tryin to take my cheese, man that shit ain't gon' work with me Cause as soon as I say YEAHHH, everybody comin with me [Verse Two] I gotta have the fresh shit dat {?} me Ho you ain't gettin in 'less you show some ID I'm a 106'n like AJ and Free And I'm poppin Cristal, Moet and Hennessy Cause I'm way too cool, but I'll be damned if a nigga try Disrespect my shit, watch a hatin nigga die It's too much money but, not enough time But if you get your foot, in the do', then you gotta climb To the top, but haters gon' hate, want you to flop But if you get rollin the thang gon' pop I'ma get bread whether it's cold or hot And when we come through the city all the hoes gon' flock [Chorus] [Verse Three] Well it's King once again for the 2005 Dirty mouth the Gucci man Trillville on the rise Trilltown dey in motion, Don P on my side And you know I keep the potion full of 'gnac in my ride Steppin out lookin good with Desire cologne My main focus is to leave with somethin to take home Now it's back in my zone, custom 3 what I claim Never let these bitch niggaz get me off of my game Now it's back to the lab, to read up on the yap Lil' Atlanta hit me up to let me know 'bout the trap Everythang's all good, now it's back to the hood Got some broads do it all, loves grippin the wood I'm a G about mine so nigga what about you Get your mind off my money before my gun's on you I don't have to play games therefore I don't make moves I just post on the block with a million deuce [Chorus] Ewww Bill-me Clinton, yeah Trillville, I see you sir Hehe Right I see you |
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| 4:26 |
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[Pharoahe]
Ball, Ball, Ball Ball, Ball, Ball You'll never touch my.. [Chorus - Obie] Catch me if you can but you ain't man enough You're standin' tough But you know that no matter what You'll never get the chance to touch My ball, ball, ball Ball, ball, ball You'll never touch my ball [Swift] I see you ain't a playa, you ain't ballin' And I don't even care who the hell you call in In this game, it ain't no talkin' You can get it started, I nail the coffin And all I here is "get your man up off him" So why I gotta stop it, this nigga was talkin' And I ain't gotta prove you nothin' I do it and you ain't gotta push my buttons [Bizarre] This dude in front of me, he weighs a brick He's quick and I can't get Marshall hit So I played my position and don't make a move Been doin' this for years, my team can't lose And ain't nobody, ain't nobody hard 9 o'clock, I'm gonna punch me a guard Hut one, hut two, I'm ready Hike, give the ball to Nelly And nobody out there feels me Take this 'fore you have to kill me And any player in my way, I'm foldin' Damn it, call holton [Chorus] [Dr. Dooom] Football, Football, I love football Yes, tres, dos, uno Everybody cuddle...blah, I mean "huddle" I just stepped in a mud puddle, rebuttal! Freak, who just tapped on my ass cheek?? Nevermind, let's try quarterback sneak Cover me, smother me with love that's brotherly That didn't work, try another play Hut one, hut two, hut hut hurry up I'm reachin' up another grown man's butt Hike the ball, I mean I like Bizarre Run it back, wrong song, yeah disregard That whole statement I just made, what yard line we on? On 5 and our timeouts are gone Less than a minute left, I just throw my ball To the sideline to Von, he steps outta bounds 48 seconds left on the clock but every last one counts Call another huddle, we're down by six The plan is, to throw the ball to Swift But he's so god dang high, that he's trips Falls and slips, Proof grabs him by his fingertips And runs the ball all the way down to the one But he don't get in, but all we need is a put ??? But all we need is a touch down and an extra point to win But then I get sacked all the way back to the ten God dang it! I'ma slap somebody if I get tapped on the ass again! Everybody's laughin' now, no timeouts and its now fourth down We're never gonna make it, wait I just got an idea Quick, everybody get naked! Denaun go long! I'ma throw the bomb! c'mon! how they gonna tackle you with no pants on?! Butt out, haha! touchdown! yeah I told you It's the longest yard [Chorus] [Kuniva] The new face on the yard, just hand me the ball I'ma run through all of ya'll, ya'll just soft Even though my cleats is kickin' up mud It's more tragic for me, I'm stiff armin' punks High steppin' through the end zone I been grown, I'm so dirty you don't even know my skin tone It's time to rumble, no time to fumble And I won't stumble, your frontline will tumble Playin' ball with killas, my team's the realest Three time offenders, even drug dealers One of the best runnin' backs there never was Movin' like Barry Sanders, leavin' you in the dust [Proof] Yack is high, I got the highest yack Hit the ground so hard I leave tire tracks Bizarre snaps like a fire crack And my palm more stickier than spider back Eyin' my eye, a Mack truck tryin to sack us No matter how big they flyin' backwards Wide reciever, recievin' wide For every stride in my life, yo I breathe and die [Kon Artis] Defense is playin' a pass Then the quarterback peeps and screams (blue 43) That means that its time for me To run out the back like a bat straight outta hell My tracks burn turf when they excell I try to lateral pass the ball to Proof He got dropped and the ball came loose And shot up like a flare, I gave the ball a stare And use my lineman's shoulder as a chair Now I'm flyin' through the air like a superhero I can use this pose for a box of cereal I'm no joke punk, I get my dinerio For bein' the best player on my team what As soon as I hear the hut 1, 2, hut I do one run, run, the screen go run run Then I cut, spin around in the endzone (touchdown!) Then I do the ninety shuffle so [Chorus] [Kool Keith] Footballs I'm talkin' about footballs dude!! |
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| 4:08 |
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[Nelly Talking]
Free City This is a shout out to every young brother ya know That's doin his thing right now Keep ya head up... He’s walkin' the yard wishin' he had wings Ya know so he could fly up out that joint Man [Intro] If I could, fly away Ooo and I wouldn’t come back no more I, I’d turn around, Just to see you for the last time, See, now I know Hey, that it won’t be easy I done fought in a battle, and I done made it this far I gotta few more feet, but its still the longest yard [Verse 1] Man, it’s the longest yard I ever had to get in my life And see my life ain’t right, if my wife don’t write My niggas cant eat if the fish don’t bite My raise the gross sales, like Mike and Nike Now big brother almighty I keep a gamma ray, i’ma G-5 G Take a G-5 jeep, G-5 deep Too some of their bare feet And that jeep don’t speak Listen mayne they lock it down round herre See body bag and gag and your found round herre This as serious as it sound round herre The guards guard the ground, 4 pounds round herre And they ain’t playin, they’re just lettin you know That anything they want to happen, nigga happen real slow Get the word from upstairs, put you in that hole I cant take it, I’m just ready to go [Chorus] If I could, fly away Ooo and I wouldn’t come back no more I, I’d turn around, Just to see you for the last time, See, now I know Hey, that it won’t be easy I done fought in a battle, and I done made it this far I gotta few more feet, but its still the longest yard Yeah yeah, its still the longest yard Uh uh, its still the longest yard Um um, its still the longest yard I done fought in a battle and I done made it this far [Verse 2] I’m in my cell 20 hours a day And doin push-ups ever hour a day Cause im tryin to keep the cowards away Thats why im markin off the calendar days Tryin to get it out of the way And im just tryin to keep a piece of mine And im gon shame a motherfucker with a piece of mine Cause he tryin to take a piece of mine So im gon slice his ass a piece at a time But now that they close the door Lock me in, in a cell 30 deep but its built for 10 Tell me what kind of world they got you in With the barbed wire fences, box u in From now, til they turn off the lights I’ma read anything in sight Its kinda hard tryin to read at night But I’ma change my life And hope another brother take this flight [Chorus] [Verse 3] (Oohh no) I gotta make it out this place some how (Oohh no) Man I really believe that I done turned it around (Oohh no) You see, all I need is that second chance to show, since incarceration, my obligation of rehabilitation (Oohh no) They can punch me high, and they can kick me low (Oohh no) Spit on me, it's gonna take more than that for them to break my soul (Oohh no) Man its hard for people to understand what its like to be, gated, incarcerated , I just cant take it, but I’ma make it man to see better days [Chorus] [Hook] If I could fly away, If I could I turn around, If I could fly away |
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