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| 1. |
| 3:54 | 
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(feat. All Star, Yo Gotti)
[Young Capone talking:] Check this out hommie Check this out homeboy Dis ya boy Young Capone (Young Capone off in dis here) Got that nigga Daz on this mutha fucka wit me Got that lil nigga T-Rock on this mutha fucka wit me (Mr. clean) Nay mean for all them niggas out there thinking muthafucka done lost it or something (Think a nigga lost it) Check this out Yall know what this is So So Def [Chorus:] Im hot (Im hot) And im back (And im back) If you dont like it nigga kiss my ass (Kiss my ass) Cause im smooth (Im smooth) And im cool (And im cool) And aint afraid to act a muthafuckin fool (Act a muthafuckin fool) See you a lame (You a lame) And you a sucka (And you a sucka) And i dont hang around no muthafuckin bustas (No muthafuckin bustas) I keep it real (I keep it real) Cause im a G (Cause im a G) And i aint wit niggas that scream MP (MP!) [Mr. Clean:] Its mr clean the money go getter And u better stay away if u a bustar ass nigga Find a nigga thats a reala playa thats a not Call us 38 hundered mutha fucka im hot Imitate u like a rash get off in yo ass Gaureented to make the crowd duck and run when i blast Try to play us for the cash and nigga you will die We dont go to high school but we go to school high Have yo family askin why If u ever test boi u dealin wit some niggas that dont go wit disrespect You can still rep yo set just do it ova there Aint no talkin about bodys pussy nigga we dont care Mutha fucka! [Chorus:] Im hot (Im hot) And im back (And im back) If you dont like it nigga kiss my ass (Kiss my ass) Cause im smooth (Im smooth) And im cool (And im cool) And aint afraid to act a muthafuckin fool (Act a muthafuckin fool) See you a lame (You a lame) And you a sucka (And you a sucka) And i dont hang around no muthafuckin bustas (No muthafuckin bustas) I keep it real (I keep it real) Cause im a G (Cause im a G) And i aint wit niggas that scream MP (MP!) [DJ:] Young Capone Holla at the people [Young Capone:] Now please pardon my french cause i dont mean to be rude But its so much that i take these pussy niggas to school And act a fool if they think of disrespecting the team Pop the trunk get the gat and introduce them to the beam Best believe every nigga in the squad got a strap Keep the chooper in the trunk and the gats in the lap Fuck around and get clapped for poppin at the trap Real niggas hold it down pussy niggas get slapped Tryin to give a nigga dap but kick a hater Move aside jesus and his squad im the muthafuckin truth Treeruff is too i dumpin at you booth Befor i leave this muthafucka imma teach u bout the dude [Chorus:] Im hot (Im hot) And im back (And im back) If you dont like it nigga kiss my ass (Kiss my ass) Cause im smooth (Im smooth) And im cool (And im cool) And aint afraid to act a muthafuckin fool (Act a muthafuckin fool) See you a lame (You a lame) And you a sucka (And you a sucka) And i dont hang around no muthafuckin bustas (No muthafuckin bustas) I keep it real (I keep it real) Cause im a G (Cause im a G) And i aint wit niggas that scream MP (MP!) [Daz:] Look in the eyes of a young g hustling for the future Duck and drive by let them so so (?) Duking it out load up them choppers ghetto birds helicopters squad cars You know we living that dog pound (we living like usual) You trip nigga (POW POW) Thats wat we do to you Tory (?) smoking the blunt of the fire You see we wont stop stop sttill we retire Get it higher higher levitate it up in the air So you better be ready for a crew yellin "We dont care!" So get what you suposed to meet us in the parking lot Bring ya gloves wit plenty blunts Cause we like starting (?) [Chorus:] Im hot (Im hot) And im back (And im back) If you dont like it nigga kiss my ass (Kiss my ass) Cause im smooth (Im smooth) And im cool (And im cool) And aint afraid to act a muthafuckin fool (Act a muthafuckin fool) See you a lame (You a lame) And you a sucka (And you a sucka) And i dont hang around no muthafuckin bustas (No muthafuckin bustas) I keep it real (I keep it real) Cause im a G (Cause im a G) And i aint wit niggas that scream MP (MP!) |
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| 2. |
| 2:50 |
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(Verse 1: (Jermaine))
I been watching you for so damn long but I don't know what to say or do I be sittin' around fantasizin' bout' what I wanna do to you Here's somethin' about the way you move your body I can't take Specially when you turn around and you make ur ass shake You da the number one most requested in the club like one of my jams But no matter what when I come in your right here where I am Breakin' it down like we in bed Gotta a nigga spedin' up all his bread Bendin' over to the front Lookin' back at me like whatcha want (Chorus: (Missy & Jermaine)) I gotta getcha getcha getcah getcha Someday, Someday I gotta getcha getcha getcha getcha If it's the last thing that I do (Repeat) (Verse 2: (Missy)) I gotta getcha, I gotta getcha And it don't matter if that's ur bitch wit'cha Cause my man's here too so let's switch up And we be lookin' at each other get the picture And my body not Beyonce' but big girls we been holdin' it down And light-skin used to be way in but brown-skin is tha hot shit now And don't take me as a one-hit wonder keep me hangin' out on the show Ya betta act like I'm tha real deal and real bitches I'm tha last one left Might not see me up in a thong but I'll be rockin' my addais suit Ur chick can put a tight dress on but she still won't look this cute (Chorus: (Missy & Jermaine)) I gotta getcha getcha getcah getcha Someday, Someday I gotta getcha getcha getcha getcha If it's the last thing that I do (Repeat) (Verse 3: (Jermaine)) Shit if that's the case baby what's it gon' take for us to get it jumped off right now (Right Now) I got check books, credit cards, all that shit just tell me hows it gotta go down And usually I ain't gotta trick but I will though (Kay) Cause you super bad and for real though (Kay) Ohh can't wait for my lips to kiss ur lips both sets but you don't hear me though, (Hear me thought) (Verse 4: (Missy)) Oh Yes I wanna splurge wit' ur credit cards let me drive ur car all up and down the boulevard Ain't fittin' to talk playa go do ya part yeah I like ur southern draw might letcha eat it raw Is ya really hard don't stop get it ya'll down by law let me take ya to the titty bar These chicks ain't shit I mean none of ya'll Come on get it get it run up in the suga bars (Chorus: (Missy & Jermaine)) I gotta getcha getcha getcha getcha Someday, Someday I gotta getcha getcha getcha getcha If it's the last thing that I do (Repeat) (Hook: (Missy)) I gots to getcha no matter what it takes I gots to getcha and I won't make mistakes Baby I gots to getcha like I told you before And I'm gon' getcha bets believe me for sure (Chorus: (Missy)) I gotta getcha getcha getcha getcha I gotta getcha getcha getcha getcha I gotta getcha getcha getcha getcha I gotta getcha getcha getcha getcha If it's the last thing that I do |
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| 3. |
| 4:19 | 
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| 4. |
| 4:43 |
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[Verse 1]
Yea these niggaz like me, haters want to fight me Yea these niggaz mad 'cause I came up over night B Yea I switch it up I got 9 kuff tightly So you betta do the right thing like Spike Lee Yep I'm superclean rock jeans wit a white tee Niggaz round here soft but like niggaz want to fight me If you had some figures you will be just like me Yea these niggaz mad 'cause I shining like a light B Niggaz talking yep in there muthaf**kin throwback It ain't real, you know, that's Muhammedz where they sold dat We stepping on these niggaz like a muthaf**kin door mat When I hit the scene they take pictures call me Kodak These hoes goin crazy like think they need some prozac We the hottest thing in the marker and you no dat If Yo bitch chosed up and she don't want to go back We stackin big faces 'cause we still spending throwbacks! [Chorus] Ohh I think they like me [x16] [Verse 2] Haters want 2 fight me I'm snatching ya ass up First nigga act up first nigga get bust Just ta gettin shredded, while im twirlin n switchin swords T-shirt stravaganza (franchize the white tee boyz) Self made self paid we latch around in our white tee Ashy black shirt well get down in ya brown tee My hundred throwback we sport a jersey by Ali And if he make one (hell naw dat dont sight me!) I'm all about my cash ride around wit a nice peace Ear piece icy they straight up like me You heard pimpin playa (they shine so brightly) Don't stand so close vision burners with ice blingers Respect my whole squad no you can't even touch us 'cause Role out the red carpet high 5 to show us love Carry barretas count cheddar we trend settas I'm a franchize niggga have a mil or betta [Chorus] A young nigga I luv to muthaf**kin fight but when shit get thick I grab the k he grab the pipe so when my muthaf**kin partnas when they rumble when they right strap up in all black, so make dem suckas see da light some people say im crazy, my eye stay lazy the neck so sweet, ten bricks for the 80 killin f**k niggas when they dont wanna pay me ones on my shirt, stay clean so i made it we back on the block, servin glass to the jay nigga gotta glass jar, swappin shit, breakin face gotta yays and a bar, clean ones, stay laced gotta king fitch tell her get the f**k out tha way wet paint, big shoes, move motors lets race young nigga tryin ta get it, wat i care about a case if u want me come n get me bitch i gotta AK see yall nigga, me n my click n we dont muthaf**kin play [Chorus] [Fades out...] |
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| 5. |
| 3:53 |
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| 6. |
| 3:49 |
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| 7. |
| 3:41 |
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Yeah! Aye yo, this ya boy PT right
And on this joint right here, for all them niggaz Comin to shows, to crank that thang up Yall already know what time it is It, is, a-bout to go down! [Verse 1] Them niggaz came to the club just to fight (Just to fight) I'm chillin in the V.I.P right (P right) All I see is a nigga gettin buck (Gettin buck) Security bout to snatch his ass up (Ass up) Oh shit, now them hoes bout scrap (Bout to scrap) Oh shit, now a bitch done got slapped (Got slapped) Somebody need to call the police (The police) These niggaz don't want no peace (No peace) If a nigga hit me it's on (It's on) Got damn man shoulda stayed home (Stayed home) I'mma slap me a nigga wit the Cris (Wit the Cris) If it keep carryin on like this (Like this) Uh-oh they done got on the bar (On the bar) Get me to my motherfuckin car (To the car) It's been waitin to erupt all night (All night) Them niggaz came to the club just to fight (Just to fight) [Chorus] 2x Them niggaz came to the club just to fight (Just to fight) Them niggaz came to the club just to fight (Just to fight) They throwin bows (throwin bows) They throwin chairs (throwin chairs) They over here (they over here) They over there (they over there) It, is, a-bout to go down! [Verse 2] Still got me in the club (In the club) I can't help it man damn I'm a thug (I'm a thug) Uh-oh there go another chair (Another chair) I'm over here (I'm over here) You over where? (You over where?) Uh-oh lil shawty got a blade (Got a blade) Take me to the motherfuckin stage (To the stage) Lil buddy in the corner need help (Need help) Don't come to the club by ya self (By ya self) Oh shit somebody done got hit (Got hit) Uh-oh now he back wit his clique (Wit his clique) Got damn now they shootin outside (Outside) Yea baby I'll let you get a ride (Get a ride) I'mma make sure you make it home safe (Home safe) Matter fact we can stay at my place (My place) It's been waitin to erupt all night (All night) Them niggaz came to the club just to fight! Chorus 4x Yeah! |
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| 8. |
| 3:47 |
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Just A Little Bit.. I want a grown man ( i want a grown man yeah yeah yeahhh) Ay im lookin for that thug wit his grown man on, grown man on, grown man on, Any thugs in the club got his grown man on? Grown man on, Grown man on. White tee's, baggy jeans, you can leave em at home, leave em at home, leave em at home. cause tonight i dont wanna see no throwback on, cause im lookin for that thug wit his grown man on. [Torica] He care more about his rims than his timbs, (?) (thats not what i want) he just wanna be crazy, aint lookin for no wifey, (thats not what i want) he can ride on 24's but cant open up my doors, (thats not what i want) yeah his pockets kinda fat but he dont know how to act, (thats not what i want) [Miss B] See i be the type that be lookin for a star, 6 foot 1 i hope he standin at the bar, i just be gettin my hopes up man, im lookin for the one, not a one night stand, white tee's baggy jeans, yo im tired of that scene, throwback, fitted caps, give me somethin else please, i aint the one that be chargin niggas fee's, take some money get cha gear up, bless a nigga like he sneezed (achoo) hell nah i aint lookin for da ice, but a stand up guy has to dress real nice,(nice) what? too much to ask for right? pull ya pants up nigga, i aint sayin wear em tight. Ay im lookin for that thug wit his grown man on, grown man on, grown man on, Any thugs in the club got his grown man on? Grown man on, Grown man on. White tee's, baggy jeans, you can leave em at home, leave em at home, leave em at home. cause tonight i dont wanna see no throwback on, cause im lookin for that thug wit his grown man on. Can i get a pair of jeans and a button down,(yes) white tee underneath see you grown now, braided or faded dont matter to me, prefer the even steven, no offence im talkin bout me, im talkin bout B and what i like in a man, put that nigga on a sweater and a nice pair of pants, i aint sayin everyday, i like the preppy look, but when you courtin missbehavin do it by the books, so ladies if you feelin me just wave ya hands in the air, and wave em all around like you just dont care, bein a grown man, get cha number back now, look around homie grown men come rare, put him in a nice shirt, air forces, treat em to the Grammy's then i might source him, but boy stay fly, think a nigga endorsed him, took a class in miss B like i forced him. He care more about his rims than his timbs, (?) (thats not what i want) he just wanna be crazy, aint lookin for no wifey, (thats not what i want) he can ride on 24's but cant open up my doors, (thats not what i want) yeah his pockets kinda fat but he dont know how to act, (thats not what i want) Ay im lookin for that thug wit his grown man on, grown man on, grown man on, Any thugs in the club got his grown man on? Grown man on, Grown man on. White tee's, baggy jeans, you can leave em at home, leave em at home, leave em at home. cause tonight i dont wanna see no throwback on, cause im lookin for that thug wit his grown man on. mmmm hmmm mmmm hmmmmm. |
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| 9. |
| 3:38 |
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| 10. |
| 3:06 |
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| 11. |
| 4:26 |
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