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<i>[Verse 1 - Webbie]</i>
Couldn't wait to get more shit from Trill E-N-T huh Bad Azz and Young Savage keep it so street huh but we been doin this for awhile but it ain't sleep time gotta send these motherfuckers platinum two or three times we fly in cloud nine,who'd ever figure we pop and it be me in the ole drop and the rims don't stop Yeah a nigga came up,sixty thousand on the watch but they got niggas still stuck,and a nigga ain't forgot alot of niggas gettin shot so keep yo pistol I ain't twenty one yet I still keep this one and if you got love for him watch yo nigga you can let him slip,I'm tellin you this you gon'miss him I love ole girl,but been a minute since I kissed her but she keep it real so knowin her she ain't trippin slowed up on drank,and I don't get too tipsy cause bein off guard in B-R is too risky ask me what I want up out of life,be specific money,power,my niggas-Yeah that'll be teriffic but it's really all a dream that's why I'm just livin' Ya'll mind too little to even feel what I'm spittin Ya'll haters'll kill to be sittin where I'm sittin I'm just so real that's how I'm gettin it how I'm gettin it you can say what you want,but money talks-stop whisperin Trill,Young Savage ain't doin damage-ya'll silly <i>[Chorus - Webbie]</i> I'm 2 smooth-you can't do it like this you ain't foolish like this,jewels like this pool like this,I ain't full yet I ain't with the bullshit (on the real...check me out) I'm 2 smooth-like how you walk like that talk like that,all soft like that I'm a straight Mack,Cutless or Maybach hop in lay back,I'm a bring you straight back-I'm 2 smooth <i>[Verse 2 - Webbie]</i> Young Savage,big dog status Judge Johnson let my big dog have it can't sleep bad dreams,I ain't never had shit so you can come and try me,I'm blastin didn't smoke cigs,now I need another pack shit bad nerves I think I get it from my Daddy straight factory ain't even get the(?daverns?) a hundred fifty gotta nigga neck flashin nigga know me well every hood I pass in V-12 under the hood I'm smashin I done seen good,nigga I done seen bad shit heart full of heart,full of Purp got me laughin 06 and 07's all Webbie's,I ain't laughin Young Savage comin ready ever album bounce up in the club no shirt,no hassle lookin for a gutta bitch,I see her I'ma snatch her <i>[Chorus - Webbie]</i> I'm 2 smooth-you can't do it like this you ain't foolish like this,jewels like this pool like this,I ain't full yet I ain't with the bullshit (on the real...check me out) I'm 2 smooth-like how you walk like that talk like that,all soft like that I'm a straight Mack,Cutless or Maybach hop in lay back,I'm a bring you straight back-I'm 2 smooth <i>[Verse 3 - Webbie]</i> A nigga had a blast last night man I was smokin big blunts,countin big money all last night got alittle ass last night from somethin tight and right the way she suck pipe,think she was mixed with white D ain't wanna change hoes,so I switched with Mike it ain't nothin to a nigga,ya lil'bitch,ya wife all them stories niggas sayin better get shit right I'm Young Savage,Trill fam in this bitch for life that ain't right,hatin cause we ain't livin the same life you fight ya ole lady,I fuck her the same night my ring and that shit you be drivin the same price nigga you ain't never seen real diamonds in real life ya'll fake ass little rappers I'm watch ya shit half of ya'll talkin about it and ain't really did it I never say you little niggas name cause I'm really serious get to trippin we can wild out like Tupac and Biggie <i>[Chorus Till End]</i> |
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I ride down ya street you can hear me in ya den
Shakin' niggas walls when I put it past 10 G-shit, I ain't even gotta rap in 'em I like to play tha songs with a lotta slap in 'em The amp turned up so it sound like this My girl ask me why I like it loud like this I got the by 9s cross the back and I bet You neva seen a nigga with tha pound like this I ride by the club and e'vry body get loose The hoes get to tootin', all the niggas get to bootin' Don't nobody try me, know I'm quick to get to shootin' I'm known around town as the lit nigga with the music And I'm doin' all good and the cake not bad I ain't lyin' if I tried I could break my glass The police pull me over and they raid my cash Man they be wishin' they could take my ass I got six 12's (You can tell) I got six 12's (You can tell) I got six 12's (You can tell) I got six 12's (You can tell) I got six 12's (You can tell) I got six 12's (You can tell) I got six 12's (You can tell) I got six 12's (You can tell) I got six 12's (You can tell) I got six 12's (You can tell) I got six 12's (You can tell) I got six 12's (You can tell) I got a lotta people wanna steal my shit I got six 12's you can hear my shit Man, I really be trunken, man, I really be beatin' You can hear when I'm comin', you can hear when I'm leavin' I got it hooked up the sickest so ain't no since in competin' Man yo shit is the cheapest, you might blow out ya speakas And we blowin' and all, I got warrants and all Done looked down at the phone, I done missed a few calls Me and boosie was thuggin', ballin' out on the rent He was tellin' me sumthin' but I couldn't much hear it 'Cause the music was bumpin', I could barely much see 'em 'Cause we was smokin' on sumthin' that we just got from Korea All the hatas was watchin' as they was checkin' the paint All the bitches was jockin', they look at us and faint We done came to the top but niggas thought that we can't Man this lil' nigga trippin', he done waste all his drank On my brand new interior you know the leather is mink But I'm way past straight so that ain't nuthin' to me I got six 12's (You can tell) I got six 12's (You can tell) I got six 12's (You can tell) I got six 12's (You can tell) I got six 12's (You can tell) I got six 12's (You can tell) I got six 12's (You can tell) I got six 12's (You can tell) I got six 12's (You can tell) I got six 12's (You can tell) I got six 12's (You can tell) I got six 12's (You can tell) I got a lotta people wanna steal my shit I got six 12's you can hear my shit Now when I cut it up to 8 you hear that boom, bing, bow, bam I block around the club, they be like oohh, we got dam Everybody lookin', tryn to see who I am Cut that numba 9 on when I play that trill fam 2 supa charged amps with the airconditioner fans The pipes sound good and the motor is a man Lil' mama wanna ride but I sorta made plans I gotta go get my cousin cause he fresh up out the pen Then I'm goin' scoop Webbie, he goin' park the drop top Just got my 94 caprice up out tha chop shop Six pioneers mounted up in a block box Me and shell buckin' give a fuck if the cops watch Old jams make then old folkes wanna pop lock Check me if you want, get yo stupi ass glock popped Every wipp a nigga ride gotta be top notch We don't play a song in that bitch if it ain't got knock I got six 12's (You can tell) I got six 12's (You can tell) I got six 12's (You can tell) I got six 12's (You can tell) I got six 12's (You can tell) I got six 12's (You can tell) I got six 12's (You can tell) I got six 12's (You can tell) I got six 12's (You can tell) I got six 12's (You can tell) I got six 12's (You can tell) I got six 12's (You can tell) I got a lotta people wanna steal my shit I got six 12's you can hear my shit |
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[Chorus] I N D E P E N D E N T Do you kno wat that mean mane [x2] She got her own house She got her own car Two jobs work hard you a bad broad If you ain't on sit down [x4] [Webbie] I N D E P E N D E N T Do you know what that mean Baby phat jus relax front ya own flat screen Back rubs cook slean and don't make her make her seen When you call her on her cellular She tell she don't need Not a god damn thing you a hot damn thing If you think you finna get her with a god damn chain You insane boy you betta get some god damn change She a fool been in school even walked across the stage She say I love webbie from his looks to his ways The stilletos the jays depend on how the weather look Flip flops slippers just to show off the pedicure Flip flop niggas depend on how the cheddar look She'll buy her own I don't think she'll never look In a man face standin waitin for him to take care of her She'll rather go to work and pay the bills on schedule [Chorus] [Lil' Phat] She a dumb dime keeper Gotta like keisha Work that meat up She a good freaker She stay on her shit She got her own shit She don't never trip All she want is that dick She boddy flossy Keep them hoes off me Gutta lil slang mane I love when she talkin A independent chick do u kno wht that mean She cook she clean never smell like onion rings 22s on her whip oh she do it large And she break a nigga off got a nigga spoil She a bad lil chick a fly lil chick Hit me on my phone she like to buy that dick Got her stunna shades lookin like something Stallion hair long she a nice sumthing She like to go to the mall everyday for a outfit Hair did nails dis independent wat she call that [Chorus] [Lil' Boosie] She got her own house Drive her own whip Range rover all white like her toe tips She got a pretty smile Smell real good The only time she need mane for that good jugg They buy the bar too They superstars too They be like you ain't got no money Take you broke tell home Baby phat they on They clothes match they phone They be like yea!! when they song come on Leave the club kinda early cuz they gotta go to work I mess wit supervisors who got credit like big turk So dusty feet please don't bother me I got independent dimes on my mind who spoil me Coogi hat coogi fit so sick That's a gift from my independent chick yes sir Tryna get to her gotta be yourself mane Cuz she got her own money She don't need no help mane [Chorus] |
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| 4:54 |
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(feat. Young Dro)
[Speaking:] Say mel and t mayne I'm a make a nigga feel on this [Pre-rap:] Top and bottom never walk in my neighborhood (south baton rouge) The candy lady out of business cause they take her goods Play with me it's guaranteed, oooooohhh, I'm a lay ya down Gotta watch my back across my tracks god know I know these clowns [Chorus:] God know I know I feel like can't nobody f**k with me God got my back so Lil boosie keep his mind at ease And god kno I kno That somebody gon hate on me But god kno I'm thug so U kno lil boosie go and get skeet [Verse 1:] Now god know my situation, he know what I be facin He know I'm so impatient when it come to money makin From school, to the blocks, from the tool, to the rocks For the lil nigga with that glock ridin aroun d in somethin hot Now it's bout time we hit our knees and tell god truth Can't stop the way we livin just help us make it through When I die take me through, up to heaven up with you Gotta holla at my daddy and my nigga griles to And god kno And god know I'm thug life, u f**kin right So if nigga play with me of the op I gotta get him right And god got my back so, when I act wow I'm comin home safely through the back do The murder rate is sky high, nigga holla ride or die These youngin sling that iron it ain't no mo takin pride So put yo fist up in yo pockets and them bullets in the chamber Cause niggas slingin iron like the lone ranger Mayne it's murder murder kill kill on the corner where the marijuana followed by the bill Some niggas cut by delja, some niggas cut by chill, some niggas eat them delpids and some niggas eat them pills Gotta get it how I live in the southside I'm thuggin with my cow hide I'm fresh when I come outside You talk shit got hog tied God know I know these niggas Don't make me show these niggas Pray for these niggas keep me away from these niggas And I [Chorus] [Verse 2:] God kno all the killas He done walked with all them niggas He done talked with all them niggas Before they went sparked them trigger He ain't tear ya up in church, but god pretty eyes done covered up some dirt Plus he kept a thug alert For these bitch ass niggas, these haters these rapists These niggas in the swamp swear to god they alligators Me an my niggas paper chasers (shit) we ain't stuntin We do wat we gotta do, to get that money And god kno my past I'm itchin to kill, gimme a reason I will I'll end up grippin a steal And god kno my temper My temper like a bubble You bust it you in trouble Only god kno, it's hard yo, I'll lay up in ya yard wow I'll camouflage myself with my camouflage cargo The street ain't promised to us niggas in that dirty south Thas why I'm ridin with that nine I'm tryin make it out And it's hard to live, I'm a community where ain't no f**kin unity They always say I'm dead they try to ruin me So boosie be on other shit Like jew-el-r-is and poppin chris And mac on u a model bitch Had a hoe that swallow dick Since 12 I saw alot of shit god kno I kno Witness a man get straight sprayed right in front of the store So I get a blunt and I roll it, hit the block actin a donkey Killin my own people, servin my own uncles And I [Chorus] {prayer} Our father who art in heaven Hollow be thy name Thou kingdom come Thy will be done on earth as it is in heaven [Verse 3:] But we stay reppin But we stay they got beasts up in my section I was raised bysome thugs, got rich off the d 80 grams took my nigga, I'm missin ya petey God kno I need to send my niggas some pictures this And som change to keep nigga fresj kicks on his feet And god kno he raised me When donkey went jonsin Bronson kept me wide open And that's a fact But I kno they gon hate tho Cause I got blocks and raps and blocks of work so u can call me lego It's consequences, jumpin fences Cause the narcs tryin lynch us and they missin us by inches The judge the one who sentence make a nigga out a menace Commisary low so we take a nigga tennis A black eye is just like a scratch where I was raised Niggas handle they business if they ever felt played The beasts is crooked, the preacher crooked Saw my teacher at the strip club, damn, the teachers crooked [Chorus] [talking:] Now if don't nobody now God kno Nigga u a hood rat God kno A nigga try to bring you down He right on side u God kno Nigga tryin steal yo girl u had fears God kno |
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| 3:39 |
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Wasup
My lil soldier,yo lil soldier, his lil soldier Dey lil soldier u gon be just like me boy <i>[verse 1]</i> Woke up crying im pissed again bad azz hollerin its milk again fixed you a bottle put it in Your hand u down that bitch like a fifth of hen we wild alike we smile alike dey be like boy You and your child alike couldnt even walk tryna take the mic soon as you got to walking went Straight to fightin i take you to yo people cause they love to see ya dey always check yo Pockets right before you leave and i be like goddamn he only 3 boy u a straight g and u got it From me i drop the top and turn up the beat and u bob ya head and i hit the weed like father Like son we hit the streets lil nigga u gon be jus like me hell yea im a good dad but i dont Know if its good or bad so many niggas dont like my ass i wouldnt be suprised if lightin strike My ass boy u act like my ass dont know of these hoes excite my ass put sa money to da front and Da hoes to da back and da niggas to da side and keep it like that <i>[chorus]</i> I be like oh yea (you gon be just like me) Sometimes i get scared (you gon be just like me) You gonend up dead (you gon be just like me) Lil nigga fuck dat (you gon be just like me) Dey gon bust yo head (you gon be just like me) Naw you gon bust theirs (you gon be just like me) U gon stack dat bread (you gon be just like me) U know how u gotta play it (you gon be just like me) <i>[verse 2]</i> To have it in yo blood i know how dat felt u jus like me so i dont need no dap on top boy u Alwayz gotta see yoself f**k dem niggas u dont need no help but being like me u gon need dat Der keep cuz i care boy keep cuz i swear to god killaz out der everywere so here jus keep it on Ya belt cuz i love you to death jus cuz dey der dey not friends u aint got ends you aint got Friends keep u a rubber for ya hot friends and alwayz put it on before u pop it in keep it real Dats da main thang some fools change dats da strange thang i cant explain some niggas fake all I can say is jus stay safe chill son im forreal son i promise u only gon live once put ya on Game while ya still young got old folks out chea still dumb tryna get rich u dont have to see All da dum shytt dat i had to see still be prepared in case u have to see cuz it aint no tellin Who afta me graduate u probably should if i could take it back i probably would main i wouldnt Even tryna do it felt like i aint even have tim e to do it jus like da block u gotta grind to do it F**k dese niggas aint a crime to do it if Ya think about ya big cuz how ya doin life shytt it really aint nuttin to it <i>[chorus]</i> I be like oh yea (you gon be just like me) Sometimes i get scared (you gon be just like me) You gonend up dead (you gon be just like me) Lil nigga fuck dat (you gon be just like me) Dey gon bust yo head (you gon be just like me) Naw you gon bust theirs (you gon be just like me) U gon stack dat bread (you gon be just like me) U know how u gotta play it (you gon be just like me) <i>[verse 3]</i> One thing about it u should know for sho you gotta daddy dats really gon go for go and i got Yo bak till i go for sho and aint neva bein played like a ho befo im hoe pro on da low low and U betta not let yo mama know when u get a lil older imma show ya imma soilder everybody know me Keep it rollin imma try before its ova imma hav to die still u aint gon be solo(y)imma watch Ova you from da sky bet not forget u gotta get it hope u aint neva gotta go steal shytt dats Real shytt dis trill shytt lil nigga u rather be real dan rich lifetime friends dey still Switch straction action weed pussy u on now all dese hoes lookin non of dis shytt come befo yo Sista small azz chick she don start to thicken shytt fall off she don start da missin livin out Hea ya hard listenin take jailboys to da boys detention got to da feds wait to da finish do it Like me i wouldnt recommend it cuz dey got alot of place in da pennitentary and n pussy azz Niggas dat will luv to see ya talkin dat shytt i be still grinnin u gon be jus like me i see it in ya guess dats y u my lil nigga do it how u Wont f**k it i aint trippin <i>[chorus]</i> I be like oh yea (you gon be just like me) Sometimes i get scared (you gon be just like me) You gonend up dead (you gon be just like me) Lil nigga fuck dat (you gon be just like me) Dey gon bust yo head (you gon be just like me) Naw you gon bust theirs (you gon be just like me) U gon stack dat bread (you gon be just like me) U know how u gotta play it (you gon be just like me) |
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| 4:32 |
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<i>[Chorus:]</i>
I'm hot nigga, it's my turn, I wouldn't touch me 'cause my hand might burn, I'm cold, you already know you can go by, what you heard depending on what they told you. <i>[verse 1]</i> Man I knew it would be a day some bitch ass nigga cross and let whatever fuck him up to come and Fuck with a boss what you think savage don loss it, now you don laid round and loss it and came Across to the valter now that shit just gonna cost your time to kidnap some children time to shoot Up some houses girl it's all about Webbie 2007 I'm out chea and I'm too little to hit and I'm too Big to forget and I'm too slippery to hold and I'm too out of control I'm a phantom you lac I'm a Chopper you mac I'm too fast of the casket I wipe my ass with a stack and it ain't nobody fresher Who gonna wipe me down 'cause I'm on should've left this bitch on the dresser 'cause if they catch me I'm Gone my fro too fresh for the throne I shook the world like a drone in the heat of the moment I Give the streets what they want that's why my cake looking long a hater face looking long apologize to My people for having 'em waiting so long <i>[Chorus 2x]</i> <i>[verse 2]</i> Man, this shit gotta work for all my people in the dirt I'm gonna be bigger than jigga if they don't Hit me up first man, you all must got me confuse I take niggas by two I break niggas in two man, you all fake niggas is through I hear your album is poo, I'm just telling the truth if it wasn't for heavy promotion I don't know what you do now if I slap your in your face then bitch what you do probably nothing be surprised than depend on your crew I'm straight telling your don't mess with me put you all whole crew in Jeopardy niggas sweat when they next to me can't let this shit get the best of me you all been waiting on my single 'cause I'm cold and I'm friezing I been counting big money lighting big blunts with my finger I'm no longer a dreamer yeah that shit all in the past focused on cash use to kick hoe Niggas all in they ass collaborate with everybody time to get it from trash and if you think I'm Talking about you fuck it nigga I am <i>[Chorus]</i> <i>[verse 3]</i> you just ain't understand me you so factory I'm candy boy I'm simple you bambi plain and simple I'm jamming and I wasn't made for these cameras bitch I get paid for these cameras if it wasn't for that you could've have 'em but I gotta make some happen my money good like it look I keep it hood like it look I'm in the hood you can look man baton rouge off the hook man what's a thief to a crook don't Let them pills get you wooped you gonna let that kill get you killed my savage life album killed being A gangsta I'm guilty I get my chain over women I'm hot like fresh biscuits they just wanna little Titties evisues or dickes 22s or 6s I mean they both hot but which one the sickest every city I Visit they be like they gotta get well here it is first week I'm tryna do a half million but if I Don't to me it don't really mean nuttin 'cause until you seen the savage you ain't really seen nothing. <i>[Chorus]</i> |
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| 5:02 |
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(feat. Big Head)
[Intro:] Wassup wassup wassup Turn it up Webbie Trill E-N-T. Young Savage Just some gangsta shit for the gangstas to ride to "Damn mane, what you don't fuck with a nigga no mo? " Don't even come at me like that! "Damn nigga, Webbie, where you been at? " Out here gettin rich nigga. Fuck out my face. I'm a fuckin hustler nigga, I ain't got time to be playin nigga, I'm tryin get it. (I'm tryin to do somethin.) Check me out, Look [Verse 1:] Now I'mma tell you like a man, I don't owe ya'll shit And I'm gonna say this shit again, I don't owe ya'll shit. But before a nigga had somethin, (shitt) I ain't have nothin (my kids) Yeah they still love me (friends) I had a couple of em Wasn't nobody fussin, tryin to see what was up When my shoes was been dusty, with a hole in the front And I'd get mad at Lil Slugger, he put a hole in the blunt When my daddy lost the house, moved with grandma for a month Then that month turned into a year And I turned strait to them streets Then my dog gave me that b I turned the shit to that heat Them school fights turned to that beef And we was gon fall for that street Then my nigga turned to that piece I ain't seen him since I was 13 I get home and catch my knees This rap shit was just a dream Wasn't nobody mad at me tellin me about how I need to come see em I ain't have a car, I just need some new rims Just tell ole boy he just got a new Benz My daddy used to tell me that I needed some new friends I guess back then, it just didn't make since [Chorus:] Now come on Keep it trill You been knowin me since I was lil And you ain't even take me serious mane that's why a nigga feel like (You a Trip!) How you be trippin (You a Trip!) I be trippin (You a Trip!) How I be glistenin (You a Trip!) It's a trip over postiton (You a Trip!) It's a trip how you miss me (You a Trip!) Now don't take it wrong and think I'm trippin cause I'm on But um really you can go on and leave me the fuck alone (You a Trip!) How you be trippin (You a Trip!) I be trippin (You a Trip!) How I be glistenin (You a Trip!) It's a trip over postiton (You a Trip!) It's a trip how you miss me (You a Trip!) [Verse 2:] I had to tell lil nigga from the club I'm still the same nigga from the mud So watch how you be runnin up questionin me about stupid stuff I'm well known from the boot and up Don't come up to me with that bootin up Mane how I been movin up I really hate to have to go and shoot ya up In just 2000 I was ridin a bus Show up at school, get expelled, fuck it I'm out here, If I go to jail, fuck it Didn't this many people care for me Now a nigga rich you is there for me And I owe you this and I owe you that (What?) You not nothin till you got somethin, everbody love ya Pops told me that Niggas ain't shit, life showed me that They done stole from me They done hold me back You round here actin like hoes would act Tell me how I'm supposed to act I see yo ass, be yo ass Comin up, I ain't barely see yo ass Tryin to be me, be done beat yo ass Hard head, make a nigga teach yo ass Tell you the truth, I don't need yo ass All I really need is my dog fans And all my people that I feel fam This big glock 40 and Trill Fam Ya'll look mad, I'mma steal laugh Them new Camaros go real fast They don't come out till "09" already got mine Man I'm fittin to act a dog now [Chorus:] Now come on Keep it trill You been knowin me since I was lil And you ain't even take me serious mane that's why a nigga feel like (You a Trip!) How you be trippin (You a Trip!) I be trippin (You a Trip!) How I be glistenin (You a Trip!) It's a trip over postiton (You a Trip!) It's a trip how you miss me (You a Trip!) Now don't take it wrong and think I'm trippin cause I'm on But um really you can go on and leave me the fuck alone (You a Trip!) How you be trippin (You a Trip!) I be trippin (You a Trip!) How I be glistenin (You a Trip!) It's a trip over postiton (You a Trip!) It's a trip how you miss me (You a Trip!) [Verse 3: Big Head] Look, Big Head the same nigga till he dead and gone The same nigga that wasn't allowed in yo home The same nigga that did that same dirt with that chrome The same nigga that did them same jokestas all along Why would I change now Just because the camera's on And yo girl got my dick in her camera phone Mane let me do my thing I'm in that zone You hatin cause I'm makin and you dead wrong Well if you ain't gon kill me, Ain't no stoppin me Watch, I get the whole board on Monopoly Matter fact, fuck ya'll with a apostrophe That is how you want it So that is how it gotta be I probably pop yo ass approximately with 6 slugs While Turk and Mel buy the judge You got a grudge but remember I don't give a fuck Whenever you get mad enough, Try yo luck! [Chorus:] Now come on Keep it trill You been knowin me since I was lil And you ain't even take me serious mane that's why a nigga feel like (You a Trip!) How you be trippin (You a Trip!) I be trippin (You a Trip!) How I be glistenin (You a Trip!) It's a trip over postiton (You a Trip!) It's a trip how you miss me (You a Trip!) Now don't take it wrong and think I'm trippin cause I'm on But um really you can go on and leave me the fuck alone (You a Trip!) How you be trippin (You a Trip!) I be trippin (You a Trip!) How I be glistenin (You a Trip!) It's a trip over postiton (You a Trip!) It's a trip how you miss me (You a Trip!) |
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| 5:03 |
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(feat. Big Head)
[Introduction: Webbie] Trill ent Young Savage If it don't make dolla's it don't make sense I'm just doing what I do when I do what I do Nobody do it better nobody If it ain't purple it ain't smoking right [Verse 1:] I don't know what's finna happen tomorrow But Growing up in dem hoods All a ni**a can do is hope it'll be good Him, big head dats my thug [? ] So where you art (I'm in da hood) just stay dere I'll through it When I'm riding it's high 18 ft Or some hit with some heat Told my peeps I'm a die in these streets I'm a million dolla ni**a why am I in these streets? I don't know ni**a shittt I got love in these streets 8th grade found a plug in em and I ain't turn back Ain't no love in em thugs gonna have to learn dat I'm a tell ya'll da real doe money what we here foe! Cause say he was coming home Monday, dat was a year ago Tell me stop I blow, My tolerance is real low If it wasn't fo baby bopper I woulda died from pounds a some years ago Young savage I be hearing you doe, You got some tigger in you doe Nigga sounding like you on da cool but I don't know [Chorus:] I make it just so sick dat dey gotta (bite my shit) Man I got so many hoes and bit*ches (like my dick) Man I ain't neva gon stop it's just like pimpin (just like dis) And get it (just like dis) and win it (jus like dis) [x2] [Verse 2:] I ain't neva had shit but dis rap wish Big whips but no money fo da chap stick But I was real since a ni**a hit backflips I'm real in thugin I don't need no practice [? ]m Girls under the mattress Start Fuckin a bitch look like a actress I workin for da magnum stead of plastic Everywhere I go I got hoes so attracted Don't be hatin jus be brave and get yo ass whipped I'm a bust him if his ass trip [Chorus:] I make it just so sick dat dey gotta (bite my shit) Man I got so many hoes and bit*ches (like my dick) Man I ain't neva gon stop it's just like pimpin (just like dis) And get it (just like dis) and win it (jus like dis) |
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| 10. |
| 4:31 |
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Webbie: the lil soldier wit nothin clear to see wasn't nobody handin him shit
Ridin round town glamour and glistenin Ya don't won't my position, I'm spittin facts Couldn't relax, the whole time I had weight up on my back Be black gon back, I got pistols on deck They gave cuz seven flat, how many niggas gon rat Check my tats, ya neva heard of dis ya suppose to man It had to fair, now I meet da family and dem, it packed at Madison Square I had career, I supposed to be right back there with dem I owed it to him, I know it I show it Don't wanna blow it or pour it For da streets, give me a beat ima roll it Show it wit dem leavin magic But I knew I had it in savage It got crucial I aint panic, when yall want it, I ran it I remember when my granny said anything was to happen From slangin, hustlin, to trappin Laugin, prayin jackin I'm blowin on granddaddy and all my kids happy its a miracle Chorus:(2x) it seem like I'm dreamin, ah somebody pinch me Am I supposed be in da spot dat I'm in, is dis really real All dese years, am I really here Have I really live what they call a miracle Birdman: how u shoot clips, put it in the air Mean mug dem niggas and have no fear Play the game wit dem stripes, put it in his life Ten on da mic, nigga do it da same night Its a miracle, da way I bend dem corners on dem Get up early on dem, get dis money on dem A miracle, a lot I bought on, crib I paid on, thangs I got on A miracle, fresh crush to diamond ice, place in one price, did it for one night A miracle, I don't lived da high life Shined in high lights, did it with gun fights A miracle, nigga it was hell we came in Money didn't come in, hell we went in A miracle, no time lyin homie Time for crime homie, time for dyin homie Chorus(2x) Rick Ross: its truly a miracle, dat boy still a live Cuz I was sellin bo in '95 Ridin wit my boys deallin dope gettin high Crackers tryin to give me time, and we aint talkin 5 Niggaz talk fly so dat pistol by my side My baby mama fuckin, all my homies on da sly I see all through da corner of nigga eyes So I keep my shades on, and my face up at da sky Pistons get da power, snitchin is for cowards I got plasmas in da shower, and my bitches snortin powder I'm a g, my life a movie, I got rubber uzzi's in my jacuzzi They think I'm biggie, I'm bumpin juicey wit several grouppies I got beamers and business, bitch they all on duces I got da pruduct, and when ya drop it, it neva loses Da prey get prayed on, killers get prayed for It dis a dream, I pray I neva wake up Chorus(2x) |
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| 4:17 |
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Wassup trill e.n.t u know what I'm saying
Bitch ass niggas be wondering what the fuck this shit mean to me This shit mean everything to me nigga this all I got Street life nigga still wild'n Took my shirt off me and turk about to drop the work off Niggas best wipes they smirks off honestly we'll hurt ya'll Hit them niggas heart tell big boi to skurt off Ten toes down now ten hoes down White nike one bike if it's 50 hoes round Ten cali one pipe now that's fifty whole pounds Niggas acting like bitches I'll sit they ass down Type ass go webbie I like get in trouble Bite the hammer when you scared be careful how you play it All your money and your bread don't mean nothing when your dead Booty ass nigga school booty ass nigga Think about me when I ain't around when I'm around they shiver Camera ass nigga fame ass nigga In the club when I make it rain ass nigga I'm a ol neva gon change ass nigga What trill mean to me I explain nigga <i>[Chorus:]</i> The t for fam I told you I got em The r for real and rovers ready to die The I for me cause I'm the fuckin hottest The l for love and loyal the leaders behind me The hood for long it's been a long time and finally Everybody shining mayne fuck it it's game time and I'm ready I'm webbie I'm ready I'm webbie I'm ready I'm webbie I'm ready I'm webbie This year all b we all where we all b Want something call me try me and ya'll see Mtv bet tell em that it's all good We want tall how I'm living but we scared of ya'll hood My homeboy stressed tell em keep his head up Don't want go back to the slums so I keep my bread up If I get my head buss I don't really give a fuck What gon happen to my people only thing I'm scared of When you look up in your mirror you see a pussy ass nigga You don't see a boss hogg go getta that'll kill you See a candy ol fear glitter Rims keep spinning fuck hoes I'll consider Tote high four five dope house I'm little G'd up re'd up sold out sixty minutes Trill fam still fam duck tape his fate Pay the lawyer beat case young savage get it straight <i>[Chorus:]</i> The t for fam I told you I got em The r for real and rovers ready to die The I for me cause I'm the fuckin hottest The l for love and loyal the leaders behind me The hood for long it's been a long time and finally Everybody shining mayne fuck it it's game time and I'm ready I'm webbie I'm ready I'm webbie I'm ready I'm webbie I'm ready I'm webbie My niggas be winning and laughing and fakin and fronting Moses like hoes trying to see how we working this company Scoping with pistols and ropes hoping we fumble Open like some of these savage life ass wannabes I'm a say wannabe you know I'm gonna be s.t.r.a.I.g.h.t Pussy niggas hate me I'm a straight g They tell me go comercial bitches make me Take me to the top that's what I told savage Then he told webbie let's roll I'm ready Fuck gold go platinum my goal is to snatch all Black folks who down with savage hoes that's what's happenen And if I don't get it you know I ain't trippin Lil nigga real nigga I'm still a real nigga Don't doubt trill niggas been riding with trill niggas You wasn't even in the picture this is for the permission nigga <i>[Chorus:]</i> The t for fam I told you I got em The r for real and rovers ready to die The I for me cause I'm the fuckin hottest The l for love and loyal the leaders behind me The hood for long it's been a long time and finally Everybody shining mayne fuck it it's game time and I'm ready I'm webbie I'm ready I'm webbie I'm ready I'm webbie I'm ready I'm webbie |
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| 12. |
| 3:46 |
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(Webbie-Talking)
Hello, Young Savage What you doin?, Trill E-N-T (I'll be missin you, I'll be missin you), Webbie (Verse 1-Webbie) I ain't been home in a few days(I miss you) I know you do, I ain't gon'lie I miss you too come kiss me through the phone, I'ma kiss you too now I'ma hit you in a minute-gotta get this loot girl we got us somethin special, I know it ain't nothin better you can trust me cause I'm tellin ya I don't want nothin else you get lonely you can just use the pictures up on the dresser I ain't never think a woman could have me this lil'feelin girls'll walk up on me flirtin, I be tellin e'm "Nah I'm chillin" hug you till I go to sleep just to squeeze you like my lil'pillow then I wake up Monday mornin'don't come back till Friday in my whole 'nother whip, sittin on 6's with tinted windows baby phat bags, all the purses with matchin'slippers you done heard I f**ked this dumb bitch-now you mad trippin tears in ya eyes, yellin you tired of my fast livin I'm just happy for to see ya, godamn...I miss you (Chorus-Le'Toya) Since you went away, I been down and lonely since you went away, I been thinkin of you Ooooooh I'm missin you, Ooooooh I'm missin you (Verse 2-Webbie) From rags to riches, if that xxxx was to hit me again I'd have to bring you with me again it done been alot of stuff I found myself in and you stuck by a nigga like my left hand it wasn't all this at first, till we just kept prayin now I'm on-and you a bad xxx bitch, Yes maam and oh yes maam as soon as I get home it's gon'be work time and you know us we like to xxxx like it's the first time you tell the first time for some reason I knew that I was stayin'and I figured you wasn't leavin I know that I don't need ya, but be feelin like I need ya when it come to certain people, I act like I got a meetin' but I just wanna please ya-trust me they just wanna be ya whenever I ain't wit ya baby I can't wait to see ya I gotta keep it G and say I love ya, cause I'm fuh real I wash away all the tears, we been doin this xxxx for years (Chorus-Le'Toya) Since you went away, I been down and lonely since you went away, I been thinkin of you Ooooooh I'm missin you, Ooooooh I'm missin you (Bridge-Le'Toya) Ya everything I need, couldn't have asked for more boy you know you were, waitin for I know you wonder why I'm standin at the door to let you know, I miss you and you will see it in my eyes you're the completion to my life ain't even a question, you already know but I remind you that, I miss you |
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| 5:17 |
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| 14. |
| 4:12 |
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(feat. Foxx & Pimp C)
[Chorus:] I Stay Fly As A Eagle Mane, (Oooh) Fresh Like Candy Paint, (Fresh) Sharp As Razor Blade, (I'm Back Baby) Gotta Stay Playa Made [Webbie:] A Couple Karats In Tha Illo's Dat Glist Glist Glist, Gotta Momma Up In Hemming Dat I Miss Miss Miss, I Ain't Use To Have Nuttin Now I'm Rich Rich Rich, To Tha Bentley From Tha Cutlass Now They Piss Piss Piss, We Blowin' Purp In Tha Front, They Pouring Yac In Tha Back, A Couple Gats In Tha Back And Ain't None Of Us Gon' Rat, If I Ain't Already Ripped 'Em, My Brotha Boosie Dun Flipped 'Em, We Get High Like A Missile And We Be Clean As A Whistle, I Lay Dat Dick Like A Winner, Jus' Ask My Girls In Virginia, They Jus' Can't Stand When It's Soft And Wanna Scream (Ahhhhh) When It's In 'Em, I Be With Pimp, We Be Pimpin, From San Francisco To Memphis, I Cut Tha Baddest Of Bitches, And Then Fa' Get When I'm Finish, (Who?) I Jus' Talk A Lil' Shit And Then It's A Hit When I'm Finished, I Drop Tha Top When It's Pretty Or Pop Tha 6 In A Minute, It's Savage Life Don't Fa' Get It, (Naw) Trill Fam In Tha Building, We Gon' Need Some Mo' Space Cause Money Stack To Tha Ceilin' Yea [Chorus: x2] I Stay Fly As A Eagle Mane, Fresh Like Candy Paint, Sharp As Razor Blade, Gotta Stay Playa Made [Foxx:] Who U Kno' Can Play Some Linen, Been Gangsta Since Tha Beginning, Stacy Adams Not Tha Tenni's And All My Woman Be Friendly, Use To Shop At J.C. Penny's, But Now I Be On Some Playa Shit, Use To Wear Dem J's But Now I Be On Dat Gata Shit, Lookin Like A Million Some Niggas Be On Dat Hatin Shit, We Gettin' Money Now Ya'll Niggas Be On Dat Lata Shit, Fall Off In Tha Boat Shootin Dice With Niggas With Businesses, Flyin' In Yo' Grandma Preaching, Can I Get A Witnesses, Same Fella Use To Rock Tee's Now What Tha Difference Is, Now I'm On Some Grown Man Shit And I Ain't Ignorant, I Should Be In Ebony Takin' Pictures With Ebony, And Steve Harvey Since I'm Not Yo' Average Celebrity, I Mingle With Tha Richest, Took Pictures With Raw Bitches Dat U See On Television With A Ass Like Delicious, Face Like Eve, Red Carpet Walking Bitches, U Can't Keep Me Out Tha Mirror Cause I'm Cleaner Than Some Dishes [Chorus: x2] I Stay Fly As A Eagle Mane, Fresh Like Candy Paint, Sharp As Razor Blade, Gotta Stay Playa Made [Webbie:] Now We Got So Much Out Here To Lose And U Don't See 'Til U Copp, And All Dem Dudes Don't Keep A G To Ya' Cop, And I Remember, He Told Me Don't Stop, Rest In Peace Boo I Owe U A Lot, Got My Phone Called Boosie, Say Let's Go To Tha Top, So My Lil' Dog Doin 5, I'm a Hold Him A Spot, 40 Thousand For Tha Bracelet Jus' To Go With Tha Watch, Don't Disrespect Me, Give A Fuck Bout If U Kno' Me Or Not, I'll Pull Up In A Mean One, U Ain't Never Seen One, Tha Red One, Tha Black One, Tha Platinum, Tha Green One, Ashley, Shanika, Or Keisha, Or Tina A Front To Tha Back To A Face Full Of Seamen, Real Life Street Nigga, Always Gon' Be One, (Always Gon' Be One) Look Me In My Eyes, Guarantee Dey Gon' See One, I'm Fly As A Eagle, UGK My People, I'm Trill Young Savage, Dat's One Thang About Me, I [Chorus: x4] I Stay Fly As A Eagle Mane, Fresh Like Candy Paint, Sharp As Razor Blade, Gotta Stay Playa Made |
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| 4:13 |
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| 4:29 |
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What you mad now?
Cuz i done made it, laugh now! You doin bad now? I thought you was a big timer! You a trip nigga You just a buncha lip nigga Why that shit so little and all the diamonds missin? Where the hood street shit? Show me where the G shit Where the gutter holes be and nobody gone see shit Hit the purple main up, man i need a complete zip! And if i catch you anywhere i can hit, you gettin' ripped Verse 1, Webbie I had to ? at the club And i didn't even know her I just looked her in her eyes And i could tell that she was sober That's a problem, bought some bottles We started blowin and pourin She got to bouncin and twerkin, my dick it start gettin hard The lights and 'em got 'em movin my shit it start glissen hard Told niggas that got to lookin i'm muggin them bitches hard Already smoked about a half of dat shit i was trippin hard So i made sure my niggaz was straight And kept her goin CHORUS First night! Watch diz nigga do it every time First night! Probably get to even let my nigga get a try First night! Oh come on suck it i know it's your first time First night! I just hit 'em and forget 'em I ain't lyin! 2x Verse 2, Webbie Ugly hoes stand wide bad bitches come and talk to me I don't really talk a lotta shit my appearance talk fo me I don't like relationships cuz i dun really wanna fuss I love me thighs and hips to grip when i be cuttin some Me, i'm quick to nuttin some I know you clowns trippin' out Until you find out that it's yo bitch mouf i'm talkin bout Real feel this shit cuz On the beach just chillin out Six puerto rican hoochies just me, boos, and rick ross Bet a hundred on that Saints game Kinda pissed off i just lost She ate nuts i cheered up Nigga feel her this bitch soft I call soon as you go to work I leave right when you get off I stay there when you ain't home I'm the nigga behind them prank calls I fuck hoes, i touch them, i'm out shit, i'm bout dat I count toes, i flow hoes, i slang hoes, these skank hoes Head first, a fo sho, and bread first, a no no To the room after my show, don't wanna go then don't worry Chorus 2x Verse 3, Mouse I met a cutie with a booty, and she was kinda groovy She woulda gave it to me if i took her to the movies (Yup!) Then I met Pam, straight outta Birmingham She says she ? but she did the whole fam (Yup!) Can't forget Ashley, yea she get nasty Chopped her on campus right befo she changed classes (Yup!) Freaks by the bundle, yea they act humble But when they let the ?, shit they will rumble When I work that lumber, big cucumber Hit you and forget you, you's a one hit wonder When I work that lumber, big cucumber Hit you and forget you, you's a one hit wonder But if you work it good you can leave me your number Hit the bedroom and make it shake like thunder That girl ass phat but yours much more plumper Girl don't waste a minute go on lemme hit it on tha First night! Watch diz nigga do it every time First night! Probably get to even let my nigga get a try First night! Oh come on suck it i know it's your first time First night! I just hit 'em and forget 'em I ain't lyin! 2x |
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