Shawnna - Worth Tha Weight (2004) by Shawnna (보컬) on maniadb.com

(feat. Twista)

[Shawnna]
Shawnna kick hot shit for bitches that got they baby daddies locked
In the pen' gone; fittin to rock cause he did wrong
Run up on the cops and he hit 'em with the glock with his wig gone
Sellin rock on the big phone
In the projects niggaz run up on your set with the tech' out
Leave you wet with you chest out
Killer niggaz realer niggaz have a nigga fill a never realer nigga
Drill a nigga fuckin with a villian never spill a nigga
Fuck that! Nigga bust back, we in the 'Llac
Me and my bitches all strapped
Puffin the sack and we be sippin on 'gnac
Fittin to react, and pop a nigga for them stacks (OOH-OOOH!)
Niggaz I'm with they put the fifth to your whole melon
Now with the murderers are known felons
I gotta pop a nigga drop a nigga rock a nigga shock a nigga
Lock a nigga fuck a nigga, cop the floppin nigga
Roll for my bitches that be droppin in the strip clubs
Tryin get 'em a lil' somethin
If you gotta take it off, take it off like a boss for the big ones
Then you get you a big gun
Motherfuckers from the Chi like to put it yo' eye if it's on bitch
Put it straight to yo' dome heads
Now you fuckin with them gangsters, ballers, hoes, hustlers
Bangers - niggaz that with them real motherfuckers like whoa!

[Chorus 2X: Ludacris]
It's real real - on the block I been up for days
I gotta keep the steel steel - in case a nigga wanna get in the way
So now what's the deal deal? On the street you got nothin to say
So when I see him I'ma get him (WHAT!) drill him (WHAT!)
Fill him fill him (WHAT WHAT!)

[Twista]
Twista kick hot shit for hoes and thugs
In ghettoes and clubs that get crunk; for my homies locked down
To whoever hurtin in the hood and ballers with 22's on big trucks
To my thugs that call over to they mob
And to the hustlers that be servin hydro and cocaine
To my niggaz that ain't hoes; if they have to
They will steal a nigga touch a nigga check a nigga cut a nigga
Pull the trigger bust a nigga, yellow motherfucker nigga
Ready to fill and spill a drink, I'm drunk go and weed it up
And I'm talkin about go like I'm smokin the bone
Full of some shit that damn sho' wouldn't seed it up
Got you fillin the hole then go see your body
Probably reanimated with all my Legit Ballaz rollin up
Up the streets stuffed the beats
So you see them Navigators, Escalades, Benzes,
Beamers, Excursions - bumpin systems TV's and them 20's spinnin
Mob for them niggaz that done up off them hard times
K-Town, West side, South side
Murder us for the money that's why I'm known to kick a hard rhyme
Whatever set you represent throw it up
If you buck or crunk then take yo' motherfuckin shirt off
Dealers get your work off; you wanna party
Full of hustle niggaz killer niggaz gangsta niggaz chill niggaz
Baller niggaz thug niggaz player haters real niggaz

[Chorus]

[Shawnna]
I'ma kick hot shit for bitches up in the industry tryin to compete me
I'm from the hood South side, West side
Where niggaz'll put a motherfuckin slug in my enemy
Motown, Pucketown, do or die
The difference between a motherfuckin thug and a gangsta
One's thug in a chamber
Get a nigga stick a nigga put him in a ditch and then forget a nigga
Hit a nigga puck a nigga little with the rocker nigga
Puff that say you love that
We in the 'Llac and put the lemon in the 'gnac
Remy and sacks that got me scummy in the back
Puffin the raps that got me layin out slacks
And it's speakin like, "Wow, that, blunt let me hit the weed"
Cause I been feelin like
Fuck a nigga bust a nigga Shawnna never love a nigga
Chi about to show the motherfuckers how to rush a nigga
Crush that put it on momma
On everything I got e'rything for the drama, puff marijuana
To the Shawnna and put it on ya
Flows who you froze in a comma
We so relentless, you know Chi up in the business
Flows in yo' dome in an instance
Hoes and them folks and the Mo's and the ki's and the fo's
And the BD's and lows and the fiends and the hoes and God!

[Chorus - repeat 2X]

Ladies and Gentlemen this is Cat Williams, a.k.a Money Mike.
I have some very bad news, Disturbin' tha Peace will no


longer be called Disturbin' tha Peace. It'll be called Scarin' tha
shit outta you Bullshit Rappers. Ladies and Gentlemen...

verse 1)
You know I keep it Dickie down get it to my toe
And when you see me reachin fa that itchy hit da flo'
It me and all my girls and they got us at the door
That queen kickin in do this nigga really know
We push 'em to da side and we make it through the club
They try to show me love, erebody want a hug
And now they tryin to hit me wit the bottles of the bub
But I be rollin sticky shawty hit me wit da dub
And now I got my hands up feelin real tight
We pourin out the Cognac buckin where the light
The dj shout me out and now they want me on the mic
Before I hit the stage I see some niggaz finna fight
And now they on they monkey bone missin in my flow
But yo I know you heard about the niggaz from the go
Roll up anotha B I see 'em slick its on the low
Here come security they tryin to kick us out the door. Oh

(chorus)
Tryin to find out where the party at
Got a couple of them stacks finna mix it wit the Co-ni-ac
Weight a minute, weight a minute
Weight a minute, weight a minute
I'm at the club where the V.I.P
Stupid niggaz at the door tryin to say they wanna see I.D
Weight a minute, weight a minute
Weight a minute, weight a minute

(verse 2)
I'm big balla but I don't drink champagne
White mink to da flo' color cocaine
Gator boots and the belt wit the low frame
Candy coated Monte Carlo wit the upgrain
Weight a minute now they wanna see a bitch ball
I'm iced out from my tittie to my tip toe
We at the bar finna but the whole thang out
And if somebody wanna start we can bang out
I let my chain swang down to my waistline
I won't dance we just move the baseline
And tell a nigga weight a minute 'fore I take mine
'Fore we do you like a victim of a hate crime
Its DTP I know you seen me in the video
If I ain't rappin then I'm scratchin off a serial
I'm bout to get this thang crackin out the sterio
You want a bitch to make it happen nigga here it go
Weight a minute Uh

(chorus)

(verse 3)
You get posted up in the club wit a white tee
A hood nigga keep a fitted and some Nikes
You know the steez wanna pull a bitch like me
And take me home try to turn we into wifey
But I ain't wit it gotta show a nigga who I be
You bought a bottle for the crew, we buyin two or three
Just tryin to show you how we do the thang usually
I holla to my nigga Weezy Wee and Deucie D
Now let my bitches in the club 'fore we shut it down
And matter fact g where I'm from they don't come around
And now they got me on Bicardi and the butta brown
And everybody in the party wanna run around
But I ain't trippin park the Chevy half a mile away
I hit up Tone told her meet me down on Calloway
She got the kind, she got the Remy and the Alize
My head spinnin still bendin what I'm tryin to say
Weight a minute

(chorus)

Now these niggaz always tryin to fuck
Steady grabbin on my butt some think it no but I ain't a slut
Weight a minute, weight a minute
Weight a minute, weight a minute
Now I think I had too many to drink
You tryin to get me but you cant, check yaself or get ya fitted yanked
Weight a minute, weight a minute
Weight a minute, weight a minute

(feat. Missy Elliott)

(intro 2x)
What can I do..
Cause I can't keep from drinkin this yak
And I can't keep from smokin dem sacks
Am I a fool
What can I do..
Cause they be callin me all the time
And I think I'm gonna lose my mind
What can I do

(verse 1)
Damn... I'm fucked up again and I think I'm finna throw my guts up again
But I can't move cause I'm stuck off the Gin and the Henn and Bicardi
and Remy, lets hit the party its in me
And I still got a fifth of sommo whiskey
Tipsy, feelin real shiesty and risky
Bangin a bitch if she wanna get frisky
Niggaz wanna get up on the fifth lets go!
Niggaz wanna get up on a O lets roll
Niggaz got da 50s of da dro and they swole
Put it in da Swisher finna smoke it like whoa
Dont understand me I don't want a Grammy
Just hand me a hand fulla goddamn whammys
Fluffed out and fancy packed where dat Yancy
Now ride bumpin How High in da Camry. Whoa!

(chorus - Missy)
Dude... I stay so high... I can't stop drinkin..
I feel like a fool am I losin my mind Baby Bubba I'm
Dude... I stay so high... I can't stop drinkin..
I feel like a fool am I losin my mind

(verse 2 - Shawnna)
Aint gon front like I don't smoke huff
Thats prob' why a muhfucka throw so rough
I drink dark liquor so I think I'm tough

(INTRO) Now kick this one here for me and my city

(Verse 1)
Now I was rocking this party in the hundreds wilding
You know where them killaz get right and rock a party
From Friday to Saturday night
Fifth of remy I'm scum and still hold the mic
I tried to put it down, and say that I'm cool
But they give it back to me and say continue
Thats the thing about hundreds they never give up
On the drug and the music and all that hood stuff
That makes ya life worth hustling for
Projects is the crowd, the crowd that I draw
Never am I fake, and never ever shall I be
Aint a chicken alive that can deal with me
And if you think your the one, that can deal with this
well you a... bets prepare cause I spit that shit

(Chorus)
Kick this one for Southside
Kick this one for the Westside
Now kick this here for me and my city

(Verse 2)
Yo I was chilling in the 50, minding my own
When this braod walked up with a chrome microphone
She said "hey bitch look up, I heard about you
so here a microphone let's see what you can do"



So I took the microphone, and I threw it to the bar
Cause I need no assist when it comes to going hard
When I start to rap, she start to shake
She sort of confront me was truely a mistake
So she picked the mircophone up, and I took me a shot
And before I turned around that bitch was down the block, Now

(Chorus)
Kick this one for oakyell
Now kick this one for the low end
Now kick this one here for me and my city

(Verse 3)
Now when I'm on stage, everyone start choking
Is it what I'm saying, or is it what I'm smoking?
50-50 chane is what I'm blowin
And at the same time DTP got 'em open
If you can get hype, and sort of like loud
Yo Jay Cee kick this one for the crowd
I been to lots of parties, mostly off a pound
And one thing I notice my niggaz get down
So Hip-Hopper (Hip-Hoppers) from all around
Look what the fuck they found

(Chorus)
Kick this one for Chi-Town
Kick this one for the Wild Wild
Now kick this one here for me and my niggaz

[Intro]
See...
I wanna get next to you, freak ya body
Sexy baby, ooh wee, aah
My super freak
I wanna get next to you, freak ya body
Sexy baby, ooh wee, aah

[Verse 1]
I ain't even like them other types
I'm like a thug nigga but I don't fuck with dykes
Call me your undercover lover, I do want you like
We can do it anyway, anyhow, any night, so tight
And you can feel it in your dreams, don't cha
I gotta drug habit for ya like a fiend, won't cha
Anticipate the point to I see ya, put the squeeze on ya
I cop a fifth and take a sip and put the please on ya (ooooh)
You got me thinkin bout you and I'm gone
And I don't smoke no cigarette, but I be in the zone
My fam jokin cause I'm always on the phone
Tellin me to get the business when you get home
You know that... oooh, aaaw
Baby boy I know you feelin it too, bout to do what ever... you, like
Getting lose while we sippin the goose
You got me feelin like...

[Chorus]
My super freak
I wanna get next to you, freak ya body
My Sexy baby, ooh wee, aah
My super freak
I wanna get next to you, freak ya body
My Sexy baby, ooh wee, aah

[Verse 2]
Now the boy got me wide open
The kinda the way he get up close and get my thighs open
You the, uhh uhh, when we start movin
This nigga got me make love with my eyes open
Keepin goin with up and down, back and forth
And the side and around and he askin more
And he tying me down the backboard
And it sound like we tearing down the back wall
And I ain't trying the play your mind shawty
I'm trying get up in ya mind and make you mine shawty
And ask my best frend if you think I'm lying shawty
You got your game right and I think you're fine shawty, for real
And you ain't trippin off my record deal
Or how I'm lookin in my picuters with my sex appeal
We in the Chevy dro'ed out playin 'Let's Chill'
I got some orange juice ready for them X pills
Still...

[Chorus]
1x

[Break] (Man)
(Ah come here...) Uh-un...
(Come here...) Uh-un baby...
(Come here...)No baby...
(See...)No baby, no...

[Verse 3]
Now we back to the handcuffin
Bed banging down crazy cause I can't touch him
He got a way he wanna lay me with my legs up, and
A super freak and ooh baby I ain't sayin nothing
I'll be you private dancer watch the way the booty drop
And you can throw that thang back and make the booty pop
And we can get the freak and freakin with the oohcie-waa
I like the way he licky-licky with the juicy pop
And when I get on top...

[Chorus]
2x