플로리다, 마이에미 태생의 더티 서든 랩퍼 "TRICK DADDY"의 2006년 신작 [BACK BY THUG DEMAND]!!! 스튜디오 앨범으로 7번째가 되는 본 앨범은 자신의 프로듀싱과 함께 CHAMILLIONAIRE, YOUNG BUCK, JAHIEM, TRINA등의 랩퍼등이 참여했으며 힙합 클럽풍의 첫 싱글 『BET THAT』으로 인기몰이를 시작했다. 갱스터 랩에서 생명같이 존재하는 멜로디라인이 강렬하게 다가오는 『BORN A THUG』과 『LIGHTS OFF』또한 본 앨범의 백미라 할 수 있겠다. .... ....
[Trick Daddy:] Our father who art in heaven Hallowed thy be thy name, thy kingdom come All our G's would've been gone (would've been done) If it wouldn't for thug holiday (ahh man)
[Verse 1: Trick] In this life I live, I done see niggaz deal Seen niggaz steal and done seen niggaz kill And them same niggaz there, them be the main ones that tell There's a lotta tension in the air, so nigga easy on them pills I rather be the bitch that's squeezing than the nigga that's bleeding See I'ma drink my liquor and I'ma smoke my weed And I'ma stay far away from y'all buster motherfuckers Y'all sucker motherfuckers, man fuck you motherfuckers I'm being convicted of a thug living and drug dealing Been a two time convicted felon ever since I was a lil' nigga My first words was curse words, shit, the first bid I did I was just a lil' kid And I was raised by pimps, hoes and mobsters Taught the game by dope boys and robbers I ran the steets with goons, I broke the rules with fools I used to take my motherfucking tool to school
[Chorus: Trick] See I been thuggin all my life, trying to live right, you ain't even got ask I got that Hen in my cup, smoke in my lungs, what you know about that You already know (straight up), You already know (straight up) You already know (straight up), You already know (straight up) You alread know (straight up), Straight up (straight up)
[Verse 2: Buck] These feds crazy trying to take me down and book me Throw me on death row and do me like Big Tookie Got me running from them rookies and poppin at the seargent Tried to tell not to push me now look what you done started And you got these rap artists thats beefing on these songs But I really will kill so I'm leaving that alone I'm a grown ass man that ain't about playing Ten G's will get you killed, family will die for twenty grand Blow my nose with a Gucci rag smoking on a cuban You damn right I know they mad, cuz half of em' losing I slip a another clip into my A.K. Stay with Trick in M.I.A. when I come and get the yae See the Chevy got a stash spot I can fit a hundred in the back and just mash out Hope I make it home, it they catch me then I'm gone So we put it on the line Everyday we on the grind gotta hustle til' you shine
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[Verse 3: Trick] My blood line is a level above the thug line And according to the cat scan I ain't a ordinary man See I run off oil and I breathe off chronic I power up off money like a motherfucking bionic I travel through time with a military mind Strapped with a Russian A.K. and a German made nine And don't mad at the [?] they ain't the one trying to attack us It's slimy ass niggaz and red neck ass crackers Y'all better lower your weapons (lower your weapons) Before my niggaz get to steppin Cuz shit can get real crazy if it was a thug invasion Imagine a whole bunch of Cuban niggaz and Haitians Rebellion on your ass For the shit you did to us in the past See y'all [?] and even arrested fiends It took you fifteen years to close the ave It's going to be twenty more before they close the ? Now where my motherfucking twenty one soldiers at Now where my D Boy big gun toters at
[Chorus: Trick Daddy] Sittin high, still ridin dem big whips Still fly, still grindin, getting big checks Still thuggin, still leanin to the baaack, you can bet that You can bet that I ride I shine, nigga you can bet that I smoke, I drank boy you can bet that 22's, 24's all we roll... I'm a dunk rider fa' sho
[Verse 1] Everyday me and my dog we wylin 7-Tre 7-5 dope ridin' And we ain't trippin' on nothin', just vibin' Big 9 with me 'cuz a fuck nigga tried me They already know, how I let him go Kill his ass and make sho' at his funeral How the hell a O.B. gon' try me? I'm O.G. on and off TV, see Middle fingers in the air, tell 'em fuck yall Tryin to hate on my dawgs, hell fuck nah Why you hatin on a nigga like that Why you tryin' to stab a nigga in his back I know some niggaz don't like this But them niggaz is the reason I'm like this Fuck niggaz done made me mad I'm 'bout to snap 'n' put this K on his ass
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[Verse 2: Chamillionaire] Hey I pull up Bentleys, lookin like they not annoyed Trunk popped up lookin like a Tonka Toy If you dont like it you know can get that Almond Joy (What?) Deez nuts nigga, wuddup Trick, I got ya boy I'm clickin' over, lemme tell her I got another call Ridin' wit my trunk popped up like I'm "Above The Law" Tires wet and nigga they still drippin' Armor-All Tell me you gon' fall, and I ain't got to use the arm at all Bet Daddy finna Trick 'em, finna flip the paper Chamillinator, me and Trick we finna shred a hater Tip the dinner waiter Trick 'em like we finna date her Get off ya sleeves let 'em breathe like a ventilator Hey, what can I say me and the King Of M.I.A Finna, (Hey) finna touch ya niggaz and ya finna pay Stay wit it hey you we aint finna play Snatch ya off the wheels and you can watch ya rims spin away
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[Verse 3: Trick Daddy & (Goldru$h) - {both}] (In the club wit my dogs we wylin' Two straight coup grey dome ridin) Look at cha boy go so many hoes Look in his mouf he got so many gold (Im sippin and I'm goin' Whole click, that's how we rollin') Stay fly, stay right if ya didn't know (And that's everywhere that we go) All I wanna do is Drive my Chevy through years And let 'em sweat the candy paint Aint it right?, ain't it tight?, ain't it nice?, yes Niggaz like, "Who painted that?" Candy apple green, lookin mean anywhere Tweety seat with the digital dash And a swat just right in the ass {They wanna know what I got in here I got shit when it hit betta run 'em up outta here} They ain't neva heard nuthin like that And they ain't even turned the bass up yet {I love aggressive music I smoke, I listen to it} I drank so much, sometimes I think I need to quit but I can't do it
(Chorus) Tuck, tuck that, tuck, tuck that, tuck, tuck that, tuck, tuck that, tuck, tuck that, ice in You aint, you aint, iced out Tuck, tuck that ice in I shine like a lighthouse
Tuck, tuck that ice in, you ain't, you ain't iced Lights on, lights off I shine like a lighthouse
tuck, tuck that, ice in You aint, you aint, iced out Tuck, tuck that ice in I shine like a lighthouse Tuck, tuck that ice in, you ain't, you ain't iced Lights on, lights off I shine like a lighthouse
(TRICK DADDY) My shit is platinum, these assholes wearin' white gold See I'm to smart for this cause, all my shit paid for And why should I rent a house, when I can huy it and write it off Make it my Florida home for the summer, round winter time just rent it out See I ain't none of them, who ride around on rented rims Change on the weekend, and floss in him mama's Benz See when I hit the scene, I be so fresh so clean White fitted, white tee, ain't nan nigga like me What kind of shit you on, wearin' f**kin' rhinestones Them cubic zirconia son, Them ain't f**kin' diamonds, So you gonna f**k around, and get gangrene at the arm Who'd rob and kill one, over some mother-f**kin' slum Your chain is crazy, that shit for gazey and it ain't real, unless its copper or stainless steel So whoever made it... you shouldn't have paid it Twenty grand for a watch thats f**kin' gold plated!
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(BABY) 16 out the house, 17 gold mouth, 18 on the block, Nigga got them thangs out, Birdman stunna, nigga we don't sit in jail Real n(Chorus) Tuck, tuck that, tuck, tuck that, tuck, tuck that, tuck, tuck that, tuck, tuck that, ice in You aint, you aint, iced out Tuck, tuck that ice in I shine like a lighthouse
Tuck, tuck that ice in, you ain't, you ain't iced Lights on, lights off I shine like a lighthouse
tuck, tuck that, ice in You aint, you aint, iced out Tuck, tuck that ice in I shine like a lighthouse Tuck, tuck that ice in, you ain't, you ain't iced Lights on, lights off I shine like a lighthouse
(TRICK DADDY) My shit is platinum, these assholes wearin' white gold See I'm to smart for this cause, all my shit paid for And why should I rent a house, when I can huy it and write it off Make it my Florida home for the summer, round winter time just rent it out See I ain't none of them, who ride around on rented rims Change on the weekend, and floss in him mama's Benz See when I hit the scene, I be so fresh so clean White fitted, white tee, ain't nan nigga like me What kind of shit you on, wearin' f**kin' rhinestones Them cubic zirconia son, Them ain't f**kin' diamonds, So you gonna f**k around, and get gangrene at the arm Who'd rob and kill one, over some mother-f**kin' slum Your chain is crazy, that shit for gazey and it ain't real, unless its copper or stainless steel So whoever made it... you shouldn't have paid it Twenty grand for a watch thats f**kin' gold plated!
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(BABY) 16 out the house, 17 gold mouth, 18 on the block, Nigga got them thangs out, Birdman stunna, nigga we don't sit in jail Real nigga's do real thangs, you know we make bail Trick hit me on the cell, know I gotta make a sale Found myself in Dade County, Nigga's movin' pounds of bail So fresh,so bright with the ice, Nigga you could loose your life playing with the bright lights! Yea, Cali got my back, I'm strapped nigga and prephase, doin' it big, poppin' bottles, N*** the g-way Black handles, black ice, we'll get it right for a cheap price nigga that cutter'll get your mind right, M.O.B. to a bitch, made my hood rich Quick cash, young money, it's that uptown shit, ballin'one them bitches, shock callin' on them bitches, Two million on some ice and some cars on them bitches
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(TRICK DADDY) They asked the kid the difference between mine and his, See my shit blindin' his shit don't shine, cause that shit ain't real His gemstones, they fruity pebbles, just like Flinstones, and he had his "Roley" on, but I ain't even notice his arm, but his diamonds cloudy, and he ain't shiny, and I heard his shit "Tick Tick Tickin'" Oh man, this nigga trippin! See we poppin' bottles and smokin bugga, actin' cocky Big thangs with fat pockets, wearing seventy-thousand dollar watches My overseas friends, are breakin' thangs in, Invest in a smaller hit town, shakin', bakin'and breakin' it down We gettin' top dollar, cause we got that top powder Hoes slob on our johnson, cause johnson got that best powder We call a grand a dollar, we gettin' money holla Rollin' hard with five fives, real f**king street ballers
I did five trucks since the first quarter, I'm on the right path at this rate, I'll be sellin' slabs by the halfs
(Chorus) (Chorus) Tuck, tuck that, tuck, tuck that, tuck, tuck that, tuck, tuck that, tuck, tuck that, ice in You aint, you aint, iced out Tuck, tuck that ice in I shine like a lighthouse
Tuck, tuck that ice in, you ain't, you ain't iced Lights on, lights off I shine like a lighthouse
tuck, tuck that, ice in You aint, you aint, iced out Tuck, tuck that ice in I shine like a lighthouse Tuck, tuck that ice in, you ain't, you ain't iced Lights on, lights off I shine like a lighthouse
(TRICK DADDY) My shit is platinum, these assholes wearin' white gold See I'm to smart for this cause, all my shit paid for And why should I rent a house, when I can huy it and write it off Make it my Florida home for the summer, round winter time just rent it out See I ain't none of them, who ride around on rented rims Change on the weekend, and floss in him mama's Benz See when I hit the scene, I be so fresh so clean White fitted, white tee, ain't nan nigga like me What kind of shit you on, wearin' f**kin' rhinestones Them cubic zirconia son, Them ain't f**kin' diamonds, So you gonna f**k around, and get gangrene at the arm Who'd rob and kill one, over some mother-f**kin' slum Your chain is crazy, that shit for gazey and it ain't real, unless its copper or stainless steel So whoever made it... you shouldn't have paid it Twenty grand for a watch thats f**kin' gold plated!
(Chorus)
(BABY) 16 out the house, 17 gold mouth, 18 on the block, Nigga got them thangs out, Birdman stunna, nigga we don't sit in jail Real nigga's do real thangs, you know we make bail Trick hit me on the cell, know I gotta make a sale Found myself in Dade County, Nigga's movin' pounds of bail So fresh,so bright with the ice, Nigga you could loose your life playing with the bright lights! Yea, Cali got my back, I'm strapped nigga and prephase, doin' it big, poppin' bottles, Nigga the g-way Black handles, black ice, we'll get it right for a cheap price nigga that cutter'll get your mind right, M.O.B. to a bitch, made my hood rich Quick cash, young money, it's that uptown shit, ballin'one them bitches, shock callin' on them bitches, Two million on some ice and some cars on them bitches
(Chorus)
(TRICK DADDY) They asked the kid the difference between mine and his, See my shit blindin' his shit don't shine, cause that shit ain't real His gemstones, they fruity pebbles, just like Flinstones, and he had his "Roley" on, but I ain't even notice his arm, but his diamonds cloudy, and he ain't shiny, and I heard his shit "Tick Tick Tickin'" Oh man, this nigga trippin! See we poppin' bottles and smokin bugga, actin' cocky Big thangs with fat pockets, wearing seventy-thousand dollar watches My overseas friends, are breakin' thangs in, Invest in a smaller hit town, shakin', bakin'and breakin' it down We gettin' top dollar, cause we got that top powder Hoes slob on our johnson, cause johnson got that best powder We call a grand a dollar, we gettin' money holla Rollin' hard with five fives, real f**king street ballers I did five trucks since the first quarter, I'm on the right path at this rate, I'll be sellin' slabs by the halfs
(Chorus) Nigga's do real thangs, you know we make bail Trick hit me on the cell, know I gotta make a sale Found myself in Dane County, Nigga's movin' pounds of bail So fresh,so bright with the ice, Nigga you could loose your life playing with the bright lights! Yea, Cali got my back, I'm strapped nigga and prephase, doin' it big, poppin' bottles, N*** the g-way Black handles, black ice, we'll get it right for a cheap price nigga that cutter'll get your mind right, M.O.B. to a bitch, made my hood rich Quick cash, young money, it's that uptown shit, ballin'one them bitches, shock callin' on them bitches, Two million on some ice and some cars on them bitches
(Chorus)
(TRICK DADDY) They asked the kid the difference between mine and his, See my shit blindin' his shit don't shine, cause that shit ain't real His gemstones, they fruity pebbles, just like Flinstones, and he had his "Roley" on, but I ain't even notice his arm, but his diamonds cloudy, and he ain't shiny, and I heard his shit "Tick Tick Tickin'" Oh man, this nigga trippin! See we poppin' bottles and smokin bugga, actin' cocky Big thangs with fat pockets, wearing seventy-thousand dollar watches My overseas friends, are breakin' thangs in, Invest in a smaller hit town, shakin', bakin'and breakin' it down We gettin' top dollar, cause we got that top powder Hoes slob on our johnson, cause johnson got that best powder We call a grand a dollar, we gettin' money holla Rollin' hard with five fives, real f**king street ballers I did five trucks since the first quarter, I'm on the right path at this rate, I'll be sellin' slabs by the halfs
Trick Daddy Dollars 8 Ball Trey Songz We High Good evening ladies and gentlemen This is your captain speaking to ya I would like to welcome ya’ll aboard my flight A flight that is promised to take you high Way high up in the sky So get out your blunts Your dutchmasters And your backwoods And I’ll turn your seatbelt signs off
(Verse 1) I only smoke the best bud Jamaica and Bahamas got the best serve yes sir I can smoke toke after toke won’t give the triple choke And it won’t hurt my throat Nope C****y eyed just riding and vibing On that real fire Be high for two or three hours And I’m cool wit A.I. But hey I ain’t too much into phillies But split a dutch and I’ll refill it And ain’t friendly so nope you can’t hit it Good trees your collard greens full of r****r seeds You use too many chemicals To much added stuff fool That ain’t real kush One joint of that G-14 Will have you higher than your highest dreams Just float-ing Not knowing if your coming or going But when its partly cloudy Get prepared for the storm and get high
(Chorus) Roll up and feel the vibe Lay back enjoy the ride (enjoy the ride) Inhale (inhale) deep inside Exhale (exhale) we so high X2
(Bridge) In a short while We’ll get our lovely lovely lovely stewardess comin through With snacks and drinks If anybody got cotton mouth or the munchies (so high) (deep inside) (we so high) So ya’ll keep smoking that good good(deep inside) Have you flyin home (we so high) high in the sky (lay back enjoy the ride)
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(Verse 2) Roll up a cigarillo Fire it up and hit it It feels so good man It’s hard for me to quit it MIA land of the palm trees T double D came through with the bomb trees And when a n***a inhale this Gotta put my shades on Get behind tint In the clouds Lookin down on the ground 8 ball big, black, player from the mound remember when I used to have them dime sacs little circle by my house was the w**d trap now my ziplock be full of bubble kush funky like a broad b**hwhen she on d****e fruit cocktail you could tell by the smell burn one let the whole club know I’m here (Hey) lets fly tonight come with your boy and get high tonight
(Bridge) Feel the vibe Ain’t nothing like being able to smoke some ol’ good good (Deep inside) and be way up here in the air (we so high) away from all the troubles (feel the vibe) problems that’s going on down there (Deep inside) in the real worldoh it feels good don’t it (We so high)
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(Verse 3) the only people I know who don’t smoke is Jesus CO and my last P.O. Yo but I ain’t on no papers no more I ain’t gotta creep and sneak at least not to blow I spent my first two years getting high Smoking dollar joints rolled outta 1.5 That was round ’84 ‘85 Smoke all week for the dime A n***a that live Visine ain’t help clear up my eyes Spray cologne on when it was time for me to go home I been doin this for 20 years I ain’t never seen or heard one man that weed done killed So just chill Take a puff here or there To bring you a little down off your heels After that go and eat you a meal But you gon have to bathe you’re a** to get that smell out your hair
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(Outro) Signing off yours truly It’s the booger man himself Well I can take you all across the world Everywhere but the electric chair Finna let you see everything But the wind But then again You’ll never get high like this again
RELEASES
2006-12-18
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2006-12-19
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