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good things (things) may come (come) to end (end) all (all) bad things (things) can't wait (wait) to begin (gin) all (all) good things (things) may come (come) to end (end) all (all) bad things (things) can't wait (wait) to begin (gin) which will shall make u laugh it shall make u cry wet can't leave the ground shall not greet the sky (ummm) which shall make u laugh it shall make u cry (ummmmm) wet can't leave (ummm) the ground (ummm) shall not leave (ummm) the sky (ummmm) |
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Girl, Me and the Lods been friends for a mighty long time
(such a mighty long time, such a mighty long time) And girl, the thought of leavin' you has never crossed my mind (Well oh oh..) Up in the street and misguided never payed attention So I got my soul devine, player's soul decided to let my soul confide with the lights of him Who the father, my bread and my water I never bought a cue and into this (?) Down in my world are you going let you hypocrites It'll take your life to be a Christian man I hope you learn, everything else Is in vein so you're bound to burn Gonna break your bone I'm in a war don't let this life game over-rule Trying take control of you That's all the devil do God was in Jesus, God is in us But God ain't in the barrel of that pistol that you bust You can play this game wrong, you gotta take it how it goes, Is there ever a feeling for living if the body's gone I never understood why what can make a man cry, It can make a man strong when nobody's on his side Girl, (girl) Me and the Lords been friends for a mighty long time (such a mighty long time, such a mighty long time) And girl, the thought of leavin' you has never crossed my mind (Never crossed my mind, never crossed my mind, oooh) (Well oh oh..) Back and forth, night and day, you repeat the same scene Standing at the pool a bit, time to repent again Mostly men have a gun just put that down on circle purpose When the poo of the world, got me standin by the circle Agitate you, yes it does, this is what you though was love Only name, same to be lust, mixed emotions make you want to bust Mamma tryin, children cryin, dad outta work, welfare lying Prejudice, always see, the bottom of the barrel Falling down on my knees, heavenly father, here we go on knowing That we get to heaven, there's gonna be some open arms, Judgment was man-made, not a [..], and this I recorded, But I didn't live the party, but I thank that my heart beat, Gotta make me, oh sure Jesus I don't know if there's a hell, But I know I've whitnessed hell here, all I do is dwell here Trying not to trail here, saying too much will get you knocked off or locked up in jail here Tell me do you smell fear, knowing that we so near, Trying to take the voices of the truth, out the youth ear, And if you late a time frame, you play all kind of mind games, I ain't put my life on the line for a damn thing Girl, Me and the Lords been friends for a mighty long time (such a mighty long time, such a mighty long time) And Girl, (I don't really want to be without you) the thought of leavin' you has never crossed my mind (Never crossed my mind) (Well oh oh..) I can never make it, I can never ever make it Without you baby Cause you've been my best friend Girl, When everybody turned their back on me, You were there when I fell down on my knees And I give you all, all of me, And every part of me, oooowoooo, Girl, me and the Lords been friends for a mighty long time (For long time, such a mighty long time) And girl, (I don't really want to be without you) the thought of leavin you has never crossed my mind (Never crossed my mind) (Well oh oh..) I'm a live, I will never leave o no no When the people say, c'mon and go with me 'Cause I will never leave you, and you've been my best friend nobody understand, but they can't look inside of me, o yeah.. [fade out] Submitted by - DJ PsyK |
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| 4. |
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I know what you go through From me to you, I love you From the nigga to the baller, never satisfied So the money got you doing shit that'll fuck up your pride You ain't a hoe, you just really trying to get by Every day looking up at the sky Sometimes, shit get so hard It really have you bothered First you sigh, then you cry Up a whole puddle of water Seem like this shit won't ever end Merry go rounds to the whirlwinds Waves turn to a hurricane If you see joy, you got to see pain Shit in the world ain't gonna ever change Even when you die, it'll be the same Now you due to them circumstances Jars aren't counted so your forced to dance Hoping and praying for a second chance Just wanna put back on your pants Walk out the club and throw up your hands Tired of being disrespected by her man Think this shit ain't right for you Niggaz been yellin all night for you Got in your mind what's best for you Walk up to the club owner, tell him your through She's stuck off in this little room With nothing left to hold onto Her life is in a little box She's wondering will it ever stop The life of a stripper I'm so sick and I'm so tired Of these clubs, I keep crying Every night, I wipe my eyes Cause these years pass me by I give up, I'm all in My whole life is full of sin This road is a dead end I wanna live again From the point when a child is torn from a mothers umbilical cord No one really enforces that life is gonna be hard Which is kinda left up to the teachers But the teachers leave it up to the preachers The preachers ain't fillin the bleachers It's the rappers Sad, ain't it It was this girl named Star, pretty fine little woman Going to college, taking off her clothes for money She gotta pay the rent, she got a little girl Her baby daddy ain't shit, See what she dealin with? But she gotta hold on (hold on) Wanna leave the club alone (it feels wrong) She gotta pay the bills but in the meantime She like "fuck how she feel" living is real So she back in the club again Taking off her clothes again Going to school, going to work, getting tiring Lack of sleep but baby gotta eat And these shoes on her feet She got a test next week so she stressed Ask god to give her a blessing, send her in the right direction Her parents died when she was eight years old And after that, she felt like she was all alone But she got her grandparents and they raised her well Keep going to school, take care of yourself Getting hard, going to school and work in the club And at the same time looking for love She can't keep skipping for an occupation In a minute she'll be graduating Make her wanna throw up her hands Now she only wanna live again She's stuck off in this little room With nothing left to hold onto Her life is in a little box She's wondering will it ever stop The life of a stripper I'm so sick and I'm so tired Of these clubs, I keep crying Every night, I wipe my eyes Cause these years pass me by I give up, I'm all in My whole life is full of sin This road is a dead end I wanna live again She's stuck off in this little room With nothing left to hold onto Her life is in a little box She's wondering will it ever stop The life of a stripper |
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| 1:00 |
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| 6. |
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War, we at war, we at war, we at war, we at
Gimme my rifle, gimme my rifle, gimme my rifle, gimme my rifle Lets get this motherfucker back crunk This is gonna be me and my niggas Holdin' triggers in our back bump To take back what we once had We don't give a damn about the enemies Send they out to Baghdad They put a nigga on the front line But when it come to gettin' ahead They put ya way behind And they supports in minimum wage They don't give a choice to niggas They thinkin' we still slaves Every niggas got some thug in him Every niggas got some love in him Every niggas got a grudge in him Every niggas got a mug in him And every nigga busts a slug in him Now like a cat, bitch, we'll skin em y'all niggas ain't holdin' my venom, check yourself I'm a drop your ass off, bitch As soon as i loosen my motherfuckin belt, ah [Bridge] 1 for the money, 2 for the thugs 3 for the projects, 4 for the love y'all gimme my rifle, we moving by bus And if ya moving too fast they'll get ya caught up like Ooh, them ghetto classics (ghetto), ghetto classics (ghetto) Ghetto classics (ghetto), ghetto classics Time for us to find just a little piece of mind, talkin' bout Them ghetto classics (ghetto), ghetto classics We just black people gone and lost our mind We just really trying to draw the line Before it left our eyes Before we get left behind Let me tell you something about hard times Before we used to walk Before we had life in the dry And 911 wasn't known outside We didn't know how to read We didn't know how to write All we did was sing all day and all night Then when they let us start learning You all lose y'all mind And y'all forgot about the earlier times When Martin Luther King had a dream That one day we'd walk together We really need to get it together Kids stay in school Learn all you can Graduate, go to college, get knowledge Then we shall overcome, yes we can, we In the urge of faith we can demand it, for real [Bridge] 1 for the money, 2 for the thugs 3 for the projects, 4 for the love y'all gimme my rifle, we moving by bus And if ya moving too fast they'll get ya caught up like Ooh, them ghetto classics (ghetto), ghetto classics (ghetto) Ghetto classics (ghetto), ghetto classics Time for us to find just a little piece of mind, talkin' bout Them ghetto classics (ghetto), ghetto classics Huh, 2, 3, 4 What the hell are we fighting for? Passing off Relationship's done what spore that's why they got the door More time, hoot hoot Aim aim, shoot shoot ain't nothing but the young kids they recruit Its a wonder they don't come home in they suit I took away some time Thinkin' how i could, should, would be If everybody in the world was free No crime nobody doing wrong Everybody getting along But when i step into reality This world is sore And that's why we at war Killin' ourselves over bullshit That we valued more than life y'all people better to get right, cause... [Bridge] 1 for the money, 2 for the thugs 3 for the projects, 4 for the love y'all gimme my rifle, we moving by bus And if ya moving too fast they'll get ya caught up like Ooh, them ghetto classics (ghetto), ghetto classics (ghetto) Ghetto classics (ghetto), ghetto classics Time for us to find just a little piece of mind, talkin' bout Them ghetto classics (ghetto), ghetto classics |
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| 4:38 |
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(chorus)
23 hour lockdown where they treat you like a ho slide you a plate up under the door nigga have to shit in the middle of the floor prison ain't a place that we need to go so 'til they free pimp c i'ma leave up to u g o k k k to keep it street this one here for the street this one here for the street life can be so hard shit can hurt so bad always have you sayin' constantly making you mad (say free pimp c free pimp c!) life can be so hard (free pimp c free pimp c!) shit can hurt so bad (free pimp c free pimp c!) always have you sayin (free pimp c free pimp c!) constantly making you mad (d roc) in a lil bitty room where there ain't no light thinkin bout this is the wrong and the right the dark and the light, the strong and the weak your conscious askin you trying to get you sanity you gotta hold your ground can let it ??? your friends in the heatership while they always dip left you by yourself stuck up fucked up behind them bars, the times is hard thought you was smart now you losing jumping around the room giving yourself febreezy trying all types of suicidal tactics the people walk in and put you in strait jacket until they free pimp c i'ma leave it up to u g o k k k to keep it street that's why me and my brother got bun b to bounce wit us on this beat (chorus) (kane) 23 hours lockdown in a cell can drive a nigga crazy as hell looking at four walls can do nothing at all got you feeling like a dog in a cage a monkey on the rage and the guard i wanna spit in your face take the privilege away but keep your head up son be brave don't let the worries of jail bring you down keep a focus head and gain more knowledge instead i know it's not where you wanna be but take it from me i know everybody love to be free so god dammit free pimp c i know he ready to hit the street and jump back to makin beats and i know that nigga miss bun b so we gon keep it on the g that's comin for my brother and me and we gon be here when you hit the streets we waiting on the date that they free pimp c (chorus) (bun b) d-roc let me put something on your brain how would you feel if they locked up kane? kane how would you feel if they locked up d? well that's what the fuck happened to me with pimp c, my right hand my best friend my ace boom coom, man we closer than ken we've been on the grind, holdin it down till he got caught up in some bullshit, that got him some time almost lost my mind, started drinkin a fifth a day couldn't understand why they was takin a pimp away (why?) we right on the edge, we bout to blow ?? need to go sittin in the cell watchin time go pass lookin at your kids and your momma doin +glass+ if i could turn back time i would of told him keep the glock down but now i pray for the day he may get out 23 hour lock down |
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| 10. |
| 3:00 |
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Hey how you doin lil mama?
Lemme whisper in your ear Tell you sumthing that you might like to hear You got a sexy ass body and your ass look soft Mind if I touch it? and see if its soft Naw I'm jus playin' lets just say I can And I'm known to be a real nasty man And they say a closed mouth don't get fed So I don't mind asking for head You heard what I said, we need to make our way to the bed And you can start using yo head You like to fuck, have yo legs open all in da butt Do it up slappin ass 'cause the sex gets rough Switch positions and ready to get down to business So you can see what you've been missin' You might had some but you never had none like this Just wait til you see my dick Ay bitch! Wait til you see my dick Wait til you see my dick Ay bitch! Wait til you see my dick I'ma beat dat pussy up Ay bitch! Wait til you see my dick Wait you see my dick Ay bitch! Wait til you see my dick I'ma beat dat pussy up Like B-AM, B-AM, B-AM, B-AM, B-AM, B-AM, B-AM, B-AM, B-AM, B-AM, B-AM, B-AM, B-AM, B-AM, B-AM, B-AM Beat da pussy up, Beat da pussy up, Beat da pussy up, Beat da pussy up, Beat da pussy up, Beat da pussy up, Beat da pussy up, Beat da pussy up You fine, but I ain't gone sweat ya See I want to fuck, tell me what's up Walk around the club with yo thumb in ya mouth Put my dick in, take your thumb out There might be a lil kosher to deal with Wet fat hoe's they don't spill shit I keep a hoe hot when I'm puttin' in work want to skeet skeet you get your feelin's hurt 'Cause I'll beat dat cat with a dog And knock da walls of a broad til she scrawl Like (OOOOOH!) Yea something like that, But it depends on the swing of the baseball bat Fuck a bitch on da counter make the Plates fall Back On the floor she ain't screamin she a nut so they crack Crack...crack Fuck that bend over I'ma give you the dick Ay bitch! Wait til you see my dick Wait til you see my dick Ay bitch! Wait til you see my dick I'ma beat dat pussy up Ay bitch! Wait til you see my dick Wait you see my dick Ay bitch! Wait til you see my dick I'ma beat dat pussy up Like B-AM, B-AM, B-AM, B-AM, B-AM, B-AM, B-AM, B-AM, B-AM, B-AM, B-AM, B-AM, B-AM, B-AM, B-AM, B-AM Beat da pussy up, Beat da pussy up, Beat da pussy up, Beat da pussy up, Beat da pussy up, Beat da pussy up, Beat da pussy Up, Beat da pussy up (OOOOOOOH!) |
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| 4:13 |
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[Girl Talking]
Hey You You know you been talkin a lot of shit Whisperin in my ear Makin me feel all hot and bothered and shit Makin a muthafucka horny You say you can fuck Prove it [D-Roc] Look bitch You dun talked a whole lot of shit But wait til you see my dick I ain't really fo' the talkin game You dun came in the room and started handlin thangs First start wit brain Then I'ma beat the pussy up Hit it from the back And beat the pussy up Girl why you frontin d Doin all that runnin Be yo ass still Long dick comin Now ride on the dick like you was dancin in the club He really love attention So show him some love Now come up slow and jus ride the head Now drop down fast Put it all in the air Now turn ya ass around let me hit it from behind ya Put big dick inside ya I'ma hit it from the back while I'm pullin your hair You climbin up the wall but I'm pullin your hair Gettin freaky than a muthafucka sweatin I'm all on you, you all on me Fuckin like dogs Me and shawty off of the wall And I like the way she play with the balls Shawty I ain't holdin nothin back at all Ain't scared to put the mouf on the dick She swallowed it And she like it when a nigga be pullin her hair Talkin nasty to her ass while I'm pullin her hair [Chorus (Girl)] Now that I got you in the bed I'm gon pull yo hair Snatch yo ass up by the head I'm gon pull yo hair (Pull my hair, Pull it hard) (Pull my hair, Pull it tight) (Pull my hair, Come on baby) (Pull my hair) [Moans] (Fuck me daddy, Spank me daddy) (Fuck me daddy, Spank me daddy) (fuck me daddy, Spank me daddy) (Fuck me... Shit) [Girl] Mmmmmm You like this You wanna see what I have [Kaine (Girl)] Ay bitch I'm talkin to you (So tell me what you want me to do) [Clears Throat] Looka Hear [Moans] Drop down on all fours like a dog Now I'm lookin at yo ass 'fore I hit it That pussy from the back I'ma get it I'm walkin over to you wit the rubel (Ohhhh) Yo ass in trouble (Is it up high enough) I dun called yo bluff Fuck you til you cry (Uhhhhmmmm) You said I'd beat that pussy from the back so much,that I hurt yo sides (Moans) Yo ass should have been built for the war (Yes)Fuck it, and if you don't wanna wear yo tail,you need to put it in yo ass and tuck it I whispered jus to get ya in the bed Now I'm finna pull yo hair on ya head (Pull it) Shouldn't have fucked wit me Shut Up! If ya ass coulda ran you woulda But you put dat there aside That's how my dick got between yo thighs Now let's all ride I got a 10 foot pole That'll go in yo hole Take yo soul Make nut come out yo nose Fall all on yo clothes [Chorus (Just Guy)] [Chorus (Girl)] |
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| 4:38 |
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[Verse 1]
Listen baby, sometimes I know I be playin but set aside the bullshit, I'ma grown ass man. Whats to understand that I love to fuck, Can I hit it from the back or put ya ass in a buck? Screamin Shawty what's up, are we fuckin' are what, We aint got nothin to discuss im simply tryin to bust nuts. The temperatures risin', We reachin the bed, Ya eyes begin to roll in the back of ya head. [Verse 2] Bangin' Headboards, The loud noise, The sound of you screamin. Turn me on cus it sound like you singin'. Sayin my name constantly, Sayin' daddy keep fuckin me. Get it how you want it long as you keep lovin' me. Put ya thing down, Boom the bedroom do it right, And it jus might be a long night, Alright, Now be Quiet you dont want them to hear us outside, let me get on bottom while you ride. [Chorus] Bedroom Boom, (Thats whats goin down tonight), Bedroom Boom, (Let me do ya body right), My bed will be boomin' for you... (boom boom) Bedroom boom, (All between the sheets baby) Bedroom boom, (I wanna drive you crazy), My bed will be boomin for you. [Verse 3 (Avant)] It feels like heaven when were off in this room together. I Can hear the music playin, then I hear ya voice sayin, "Ohh daddy now jus give it to me right there." "Ohh baby, Take a handfull of my hair." Cus you like it rough (rough) cant get enough (nough). Cus im the type of nigga thats gon fill you up, like a cup. And make this love thing overflow, I wont stop until ya body's tellin me so. Sheets gettin' sticky from the strawberries and whipped cream, If these walls could talk they would say this is one hell of a scene. Now you movin ya body jus like a gymnist, From the bed to the dresser, All type a' crazy shit. Case is tellin me stories, Body's hot and so horny, Hittin it from the rear, Wanna wisper somethin in yo ear. "I'm gonna love you all night... I promise." [Chorus 2] Bedroom boom, (Bedroom boom!!) Bedroom boom, (I can hear it baby!) My bed will be boomin' for you, (We'll be Fuckin all night, yes..) Bedroom boom, (Hittin yo body!) Bedroom boom, (Like boom boom boom!) My bed will be boomin' for you, (My bed will be shakin' til' the screws come loose, while im off in it) [Verse 4] Boom goes the bedroom, Behind closed doors, And the bedroom depends on how far things go. You move slow or move fast when you off in that ass, But you hittin' that mothafucker like everytime yo last. Spread yo legs like a bald eagle, Work that back, Move like a snake when you do dat dat. Now be quiet, You dont want them to hear us outside. Let me get on bottom while you ride. [Verse 5] You hotter than an album store, (Yea) Temptation got ya outta control, (Mmm Hmmm), You tremblin' like you out in the cold, You screamin' you cant take it no more. Beat the pussy so bad we done fell on the flo. (Can you believe it?) Throw our clothes in the kitchen and in the garage. All this love is waitin for you like im El' Depoge. See my dick stay hard. (Oh) And its gon stay cocked. (Yes) If a bitch fuck wit me she gettin her cherry popped. [Chorus 3] Bedroom boom, (This is serious business, Baby) Bedroom boom, (What goes on in this room, So what baby..) My bed will be boomin' for you, (Say Boom! boom!) Bedroom boom, Bedroom boom, (And it feels amazing!) |
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<i>[D-Roc talking]</i>
Ey, dis D-Roc from the Ying Yang Twins (yup) and i got Da Muzicians, Big Countrie, and B Gizzle to help me show yall how ta walk Dis is a new dance, right It's da ghetto electric slide so yall got ta walk wit me i said wa walk wit it, wa walk wit it, wa walk wit it, wa walk with it <i>[Chorus]</i> walk wit me now, step wit me now, step right wit me now, to the left wit me now, from the front to the back, from the front to the back, from the side to the side, from the side to the side, walk wit me, step wit me, take a right wit me, make a left wit me, wa walk wit it, wa walk wit it, wa walk wit it, wa walk with it <i>[D-Roc]</i> get energetic and hyperactive then start it dancin then gon do da walk get energetic and hyperactive then start it dancing then gon do da walk to the right, to the right to the left, to the left to the back, to the back to the front, to the front now take some baby steps,now take some baby steps, now take some baby steps,now take some baby steps, now take some baby steps,now take some baby steps, now take some baby steps to the right, to the left to the right, to the left to the back, to the front to the back, to the front <i>[chorus]</i> <i>[Countrie Biggz]</i> up in my pimp mode movin through the club in slow mo slow the slump down, wit my arm hangin real low knowin somthing new, cause they never see me move before i might be a big nigga, but still clor rug so come on shawty let go to the fuckin dance flo let me see you shake it, pop that thang oh you a nasty ho make that thang walk slow come on take it to the flo walk wit me one time, yeah shawty make it low <i>[Homebwoi]</i> bizzle got the pistol put one in ya make ya whizza relocate your body part hey ya walkin like a crippa when nigga be actin quicka pick her up, they start to tripa cant blast either nigga, ass down to the whizza betcha got a isha blame your trick my four people call their people when ya say somethin bitch see a ho, get a ho, fuck it blame one bitch atcha wit your dick in my hand my hand burnin <i>[chorus]</i> <i>[B.G.]</i> you know i walk wit a tip and my jeans always sag i don't have to wear a belt, my pistol hold up my pants i'm a a original gangsta, cool as they come step in a club,look around-would choose anyone i bruise any nigga wanna go there wit me better know i go everywhere wit that 4-4 wit me i go in a strip club withcho ho wit me walk out wit 2 mo, ready to get busy i'm whatever if it come to it like my idea just do it more then half of you niggas sold a product and ran through em man i'm a foo wit it, i'm a beast wit it, beat the slave, grope em, run in man im keep kickin it and i'm knee deep in it and i hold it down born and raised in new orleans,lousianna-uptown i hit it how i live, it aint just talk you can tell i'm the shit by the way i walk <i>[chorus]</i> |
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| 4:24 |
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I hate hoes
I hate hoes I hate hoes Oh [Chorus] All these hoes is the motherfucking same, Play you to the left like a motherfucking lame, Call you out you motherfucking name, Fuck you all lames I got game! I hate hoes, hoes hate me I hate hoes, hoes hate me I hate hoes, hoes hate me I hate hoes, hoes hate me For real bitch, don't take the shit wrong Thinking I'm nice I'll break you jawbone Get the fuck on Leave me alone Bitch you better go on See, you all hoes ain't optimistic Cockblockin' bitches You unproper bitches What's the problem bitches? You say your nigga hurt your feelin's Well, hoes done hurt mine Not once, not twice, But bitch all the time So I'm a dog to a broad Have 'em all crying, I done cried before, That don't make me a hoe That just show me where my feelin's ain't supposed to go See, I got the magic stick you dumb bitch Other nigga you fuck with, be on some punk shit And I'm gonna show you all I don't need no help, Just as soon as I loosen my belt Bitch! [Chorus] I need a moment, I can't stand bitches and hoes 'cause a bitch is a bitch and a hoe gonna hoe, But a woman hold her own She got her own home She drive her own car Buying drinks at the bar Take a nigga out to eat Take a nigga to the mall Treat a nigga good And wash a nigga draws But bitches ain't shit, Always talking shit They wanna be the shit But is they shit? No And hoes, they fuck off the god damn chain Everything and everything but don't take names So that's a nasty hoe and I can't do shit wit it Please get out my face I don't need a case Yeah, I love you all respectful women Independent women I takes 'em out all the time But you all hit the baggage need to keep on tracking I ain't speaking I ain't talking to nothing 'cause [Chorus] Just keep my name out you mouth Before you find out how a down south hoe will out You're a hater, she's a hater, three a hater, for Everywhere I go I see some hating ass hoes Southern Belle, Jazzy Belle, Never Monogamous ?? be hot because my deeper esophagus Still they run up on me, smile and phone me, Laugh 'cause soon as I turn my back they stab it Learn to play fair Stop trying to care Two hoes to one nigga, Bitch, learn to share Baby, you dead ass broke For hating on the rich chicks See how I flow? Bitch, put it on you wish list Two seater wit the chill on My baby daddy put the grill on Fixing to put the heels on Chrome spokes with the low pros And the trunk funk blows up the cedar on the dashboard [Chorus] This is the men's national anthem for this year All you real women, You all can sing this shit too If you a hoe and you hate another hoe, You can sing this shit too If you a bitch and you hate and bitch, You can sing this shit too So everybody's gonna sing this shit I hate hoes, they hate me too Yup Yup Yup Yup Yup Bitch! |
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| 3:46 |
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Collipark, hannnh Chea! Yoh! Mike Jones! Who? Mike Jones Jones! Hannnh... Holluh atchu boi baby, you killed it on this one man, uhuh Chea! We got Ying Yang Twins and Mike Jones in the house tonight! Yo yo. (all these piece) Collipark and Swishahouse in this bitch, Check it out, yo yo, [Chorus] I'm lookin' for a dime that's top of the line Cute face slim waist wit a big behind I need a dime that's top of the line Cute face slim waist wit a big behind You want this money then you gotta be a Badd bitch Shake that ass for a tip of you a Badd bitch Drop it down to the floor if you a Badd bitch Aw no she ain't no hoe, she just a Badd bitch [Verse 1] I'm in the club, lookin' for a Badd bitch In the parking lot, lookin' for a Badd bitch Everywhere I go I'm trying to find that Badd bitch You know me I gotta keep me a Badd bitch Freak in the mornin', freak in the evenin' I'm looking for a freak when I'm done block bleedin Now take me to a house, tease me, then please me And tell all her friends how the dick made her sleepy, And believe me, when I'm up in there I'm beatin' it, Givin' ya that Mike Jones' treatment I could tell by the way she walk that she got it Body so delit, you can tell when she drop it I either gonna hit her imma beat ass tight I've seen her walk by me, damn near passed out Then crept up behind her, tell her it was time to Let a playa like me get in that vagina [Chorus] I'm lookin' for a dime that's top of the line Cute face slim waist with a big behind I need a dime that's top of the line Cute face slim waist with a big behind You want this money then you gotta be a Badd bitch Shake that ass for a tip of you a Badd bitch Drop it down to the floor if you a Badd bitch Aw no she ain't no hoe, she just a Badd bitch [Verse 2] She's a ghetto ass bitch with some ghetto ass game In the club where she work and she poppin' that thing Said the bread keep her fed and the head at the bar She could never breath on a nigga dick made em come, Come one! (Come one!) Come all! (Come all!) Where them hoes like to get buckin bald And can't take off they draws Ain't standin' now nigga naw I love the way she dance, she look like she fuckin' herself Shawty do a number just touching herself Freaky ways she can shake ass for days Then kick it in sixty-nine different ways Jump onstage she get paid she goes off You got enough money she taking the clothes off Look at that, I tought I taw a puttycat I did I did I did taw a puttycat [Chorus] I'm lookin' for a dime that's top of the line Cute face slim waist with a big behind I need a dime that's top of the line Cute face slim waist with a big behind You want his money so you gotta be a Badd bitch Shake that ass for the tip of your Badd bitch Drop it down to the floor if you'ra Badd bitch Aw no she ain't no hoe, she just a Badd bitch [Verse 3] Bitch move, like you got somethin' to prove Keep runnin' you dick sucka who you gonna lose? I don't wanna hear 'bout your motherfuckin' blues I'd rather see your ass clap clap in them shoes Like Be |
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| 3:31 |
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Whoa whoa
She on another level Like whoa whoa We ready for whatever Like whoa whoa She on another level Like whoa whoa We ready for whatever like She fine as a super model Built like a coke bottle Hips like handle bars Shortys stopping all the cars Yup Put that thang down Do it Put that thang down Get to it Put that thang down She's good Put that thang down Hey how ya doin' lil mama D Roc's my name Let me introduce you to my brother kaine I am the ying and he's the yang Let's sneak off and start handeling thangs Let's make it to my room quick Hey Shorty wait till you see my dick Let the dog just beat up the cat Whisper in your ear shorty how you like dat Pretty in the face thin in the waist got a nice ass right below that place Tip drill grab the ass see how it feel smooth and silky fine as wine shorty hope she gotta walk behind get it a Walk behind she like a lawn mower nigga she cuttin em down cuttin em down She fine as a super model Built like a coke bottle Hips like handel bars Shorty's stopping all the cars Yup Put that thang down Do it Put that thang down Get to it Put that thang down She's good Put that thang down Ready for the strip club hoes Dancin in the club takin off they clothes Twenty's, fifties hundred dollar bills Making her move quick so you all her steal We love dat The way she drop it to the ground Make dat booty go round and round The way she dance she getting cash Whisper in her ear I like dat The only reason 'cause you get paid Yeah that's how you getting fed I mean when a nigga break bread Yeah I ain't no jesus(we love dem hoes) And plus they need us To crank to club Like we don't give a fuck She fine as a super model Built like a coke bottle Hips like handel bars Shorty's stopping all the cars Yup Put that thang down Do it Put that thang down Get to it Put that thang down She's good Put that thang down Whoa whoa She on another level Like whoa whoa We ready for whatever Like whoa whoa She on another level Like whoa whoa We ready for whatever Listen here daddy I'm a grown ass woman Why you acting like you scared If you want it get up on it 'Cause if you ready for it just say that your ready for it Baby 'cause I am ready for whatever you ready for She fine as a super model Built like a coke bottle Hips like handel bars Shorty's stopping all the cars Yup Put that thang down Do it Put that thang down Get to it Put that thang down She's good Put that thang down |
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| 4:02 |
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Chorus]
Shake shake just shake shake Just shake shake Just shake chica shake shake Shake shake just shake shake Just shake shake Just shake chica shake shake Mentirosa Mentirosa Mentirosa Dale buebo Dale buebo [Verse 1 (Pitbull)] Up in the club Fuck VIP P to da I...I to da T Ying to the Yang Up in this thang D to da roc My Nigga Kaine Open it cut Pouring it up Rolling it up Holing it up Aint her ass swollen or what? Yes sir yes sir Oh we gonna take it back like theives and foes Nasty as i wanna be That must be 2 live for your crew Hoe get down get low Im crossin these mammas like tic tac toe Lets ride lets go Get loose get crunk get drunk get blown Thats right lets roll MIA ATL fo sho [Chorus] Shake shake just shake shake Just shake shake Just shake chica shake shake Shake shake just shake shake Just shake shake Just shake chica shake shake Mentirosa Mentirosa Mentirosa Dale buebo Dale buebo [Bridge] That ho's fine but but but but this one's a killa That ho's is fine but but but but this one's a killa That ho's is fine but but but but this one's a killa That ho's is fine but but but but this one's a killa [Verse 2 (Ying Yang Twins)] That little momma is known around the world Shake that ass if u a nasty girl Back that ass up says juvenile Show a nigga some tities like girls gone wild Tear off this clip of clothes, i wanna see u in the nude You can keep on your high heel shoes So follow me down to yellow brick road Where niggas go to see naked hoes Shake that shit bitch And be off in the club with a hard ass dick Then drop like this bitch If you wanna make the money shawty work that shit Put a hump in your back And lick it raw To a 3 point stance But u mess up yo ass You must be on that kanye work out plan Like head shoulder knees hoes [Chorus] Shake shake just shake shake Just shake shake Just shake chica shake shake Shake shake just shake shake Just shake shake Just shake chica shake shake Mentirosa Mentirosa Mentirosa Dale buebo Dale buebo [Bridge] That ho's fine but but but but this one's a killa That ho's is fine but but but but this one's a killa That ho's is fine but but but but this one's a killa That ho's is fine but but but but this one's a killa [Verse 3 (Ying Yang Twins)] Take em out in cruise Take em out all dressed Is the realest true niggas in the ATL Yeah we break it down betta shake a booty hoe And them hoes and the girl with the real tight clothe One time for the gang with the ying yang twins We already know we off the reel Dont tolerate that talkin Bitch u can make the walkin Patrollers is where im groaking The only way that we are talkin If your breath smells like mine Girl dont give a fuck cause u fine I miss em fo i kiss em I pack em fo i stack em So while we in the club betta get these girls Cause on the streets there aint no action [Chorus] Shake shake just shake shake Just shake shake Just shake chica shake shake Shake shake just shake shake Just shake shake Just shake chica shake shake Mentirosa Mentirosa Mentirosa Dale buebo Dale buebo [Bridge] That ho's fine but but but but this one's a killa That ho's is fine but but but but this one's a killa That ho's is fine but but but but this one's a killa That ho's is fine but but but but this one's a killa |
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(Chorus) They dont know how far back that we go (we go) From riding skates, to riding 24's From off the block husttlin to rockin shows we done seen many bumps in the road But still we remain, still in the game Never worry , about them haters, that will never change And i put this on everything babe I am my brother's keeper. (Verse : Kain) Listen D-roc, i know you dont think i care for ya, but at a drop of a dime i'll be there for ya, and anybody want to see us apart we need to get rid of they ass man and thats from the heart. Pick em apart now that the ying yang twins got some ends, we seem to have plenty of friends. excuse me then friend, let me borrow a stamp and when tomorrow comes dont ask me to borrow it back. If they cant do that they dont contribute to the answer ? ? from the ? serious as cancer. If i was jojo dancer i would do the same thang, not to let another man spark my flame. D-roc is the ying , Kain is the yang but without the both of us we aint got a damn thang. Its me and my brother, my brother and me, all that you see on TV (Chorus) (Verse : D-roc) United states of Atlanta its still me and my brother we done been through a lot but still kain i love ya. blood, sweat, and tears, good days and bad from the time you make me laughor you made me mad. I still got cha back but imma take ya way back when we was sufferin just to get a nickle sack, scraping up change trying to make 2 dollars or 3 to get some 99 cent hamburgers to eat and then ride thorough atlanta in yo raggedy car. back then we was some underground superstars and these last 5 years we done put work in, now the whole world know of the ying yang twins. Even though we dont spend time at home together, we hit the road and its like we never left each other. Now thats love. I love you til the day that i leave so its still my brother and me. (Chorus) (Verse: Kain and D-roc) People of the world we must change our mind frame and stay away from the con and mind games. Its hard to maintain and stay sane at the same time, steady working hard but you bareky gettin by trying to make a line between stress and peace and satan always gettin the best of me, my closest of kin, my best friend, man we all in the struggle but you gotta remember im yo brother. Listen people you need to start helping yo brother, helping yo sister, mama, daddy, children and all. Dont leave these babies out here all alone they dont know whats going on. THey dont know right from wrong, so when you see yo brother give him a hug and a shoulder to lean on and dont leave him out here on his own cause times gettin hard these days. We at war amongest ourselves and we at war overseas brother. (Chorus) |
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U.S.A. Lyrics
Its the return of the, of the motherfuckin brainiacs. Capitol homes represent East Atlanta where you at YING YANG!!! We back motherfucker! YING YANG!!! Take that motherfucker! [Kain] The same to niggas that the hoes used to dis Now we ridin on the road doing shows with our clique Put a lock on my dick 'cause my brain is da key I ain't wat you want so quit lyin to me See I was born by myself Imma die by myself And when I smoke my purple I'm gon get high by myself And if ain't D-roc on the side of me We ?? bitch can't even buy from me They call me crip, his name eric hi's the capper Since the 8th grade he said he would be a rapper Rapper? y'all niggas lost 'cause its 10 years later and shawty is throwed off One time for them niggas who keep claming they boss Keep thinkin we soft, we gon knock you're fuckin block off See D-roc known to be a people person And kaine really don't like discursion See pain is kinda what I like dispursin 'cause love make a nigga feel like a scrub Thugs that's were we residing at Some niggas like to lie just to hide the fact That they a bitch nigga, snitch nigga, all on another nigga dick nigga get you're own shit nigga And y'all hoes ain't gave us nothing but plenty of talk and da fucking the front bitch [Chorus] Nigga we bout that bank round here We smoke neva good gank down here (United State of Atlanta) Nigga we bout dat bread around here That's how you keep your baby feed down here [D-Roc] Boullivard to east lake, the west side to barn holmes From south de calf to glen wood From calli rd to martin luther king (United State United State United State United State of Atlanta) From allden av to peet street from flash hoes to bankhead From peak mount. to mag noi from lee street to simpson rd. (United State United State United State United State of Atlanta) Form greater holmes to inglewood from metro to clevland av from progression rd to pry st from oakland rd to E.A. [Chorus] Nigga we bout that bank round here We smoke neva good gank down here (United State of Atlanta) Nigga we bout dat bread around here That's how you keep your baby feed down here United State you-United State you-United State you-United State of Atlanta United State you-United State you-United State you-United State of Atlanta United State you-United State you-United State you-United State of Atlanta United State you-United State you-United State you-United State of Atlanta United State you-United State you-United State you-United State of Atlanta United State you-United State you-United State you-United State of Atlanta United State you-United State you-United State you-United State of Atlanta United State you-United State you-United State you-United State of Atlanta.... |
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Hey how you doin lil mama?
Lemme whisper in your ear Tell you sumthing that you might like to hear You got a sexy ass body and your ass look soft Mind if I touch it? and see if its soft Naw I'm jus playin' lets just say I can And I'm known to be a real nasty man And they say a closed mouth don't get fed So I don't mind asking for head You heard what I said, we need to make our way to the bed And you can start using yo head You like to fuck, have yo legs open all in da butt Do it up slappin ass 'cause the sex gets rough Switch positions and ready to get down to business So you can see what you've been missin' You might had some but you never had none like this Just wait til you see my dick Ay bitch! Wait til you see my dick Wait til you see my dick Ay bitch! Wait til you see my dick I'ma beat dat pussy up Ay bitch! Wait til you see my dick Wait you see my dick Ay bitch! Wait til you see my dick I'ma beat dat pussy up Like B-AM, B-AM, B-AM, B-AM, B-AM, B-AM, B-AM, B-AM, B-AM, B-AM, B-AM, B-AM, B-AM, B-AM, B-AM, B-AM Beat da pussy up, Beat da pussy up, Beat da pussy up, Beat da pussy up, Beat da pussy up, Beat da pussy up, Beat da pussy up, Beat da pussy up You fine, but I ain't gone sweat ya See I want to fuck, tell me what's up Walk around the club with yo thumb in ya mouth Put my dick in, take your thumb out There might be a lil kosher to deal with Wet fat hoe's they don't spill shit I keep a hoe hot when I'm puttin' in work want to skeet skeet you get your feelin's hurt 'Cause I'll beat dat cat with a dog And knock da walls of a broad til she scrawl Like (OOOOOH!) Yea something like that, But it depends on the swing of the baseball bat Fuck a bitch on da counter make the Plates fall Back On the floor she ain't screamin she a nut so they crack Crack...crack Fuck that bend over I'ma give you the dick Ay bitch! Wait til you see my dick Wait til you see my dick Ay bitch! Wait til you see my dick I'ma beat dat pussy up Ay bitch! Wait til you see my dick Wait you see my dick Ay bitch! Wait til you see my dick I'ma beat dat pussy up Like B-AM, B-AM, B-AM, B-AM, B-AM, B-AM, B-AM, B-AM, B-AM, B-AM, B-AM, B-AM, B-AM, B-AM, B-AM, B-AM Beat da pussy up, Beat da pussy up, Beat da pussy up, Beat da pussy up, Beat da pussy up, Beat da pussy up, Beat da pussy Up, Beat da pussy up (OOOOOOOH!) |
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