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What? What? Money stretch
Lil' Zane, what'cha saying? ATL's finest, what? What? Man you can check my lifestyle And see that I'm quite wild Seven twenty-eight night child Universal and versatile You study my style Trying to live spiritual And y'all looking now I can see right now Y'all will never understand me I call my best friend my family Until they cross me Alcohol and weed cost me So I limit it, running niggas over Like Emmitt did without a squad Drag you about a hundred yards Many bumps and scars Pull out in the hottest cars with my entourage Smoke more L's than Debarge With connects worldwide like Macintosh I practice living large Niggas out of town don't understand these kids (Say what?) Niggas comin' to get me can't find where I live I got two or three cribs stack the mill in the mill Y'all get none of this dough shit y'all fiends stay ill Money stretch like a rubber band So wrap the grands up Catz got beef with me Go call your menz up Coming up unexpected Fucking your plans up Bustin' rounds lay it down It's not a game Money stretch like a rubber band So wrap the grands up Catz got beef with me Go call your menz up Coming up unexpected Fucking your plans up Bustin' rounds lay it down Now throw your hands up Name rings up in Hollywood But I'mma true nigga, I'mma stay Hollyhood I never change, might be a little busy though A little nigga from a big ass city yo I love the dough Give me hits, give me more chips I stay legit so the feds can't tell me shit I came in with nothing to lose Now I put my heart into making you move I'm far flung and the charts Say I'm number one You number two, nigga Check on the Billboard Who under who, nigga? Far from an amateur, a money maker Leave your chick alone with me I bet I'll take her The game's taught me one thing Don't let her break you Money make the world go 'round And the girls go down And even paralyzed niggas gonna feel me now For you nerds that study my words, ya heard Money stretch like a rubber band So wrap the grands up Catz got beef with me Go call your menz up Coming up unexpected Fucking your plans up Bustin' rounds lay it down (None of us fuck around) Money stretch like a rubber band So wrap the grands up Catz got beef with me Go call your menz up Coming up unexpected Fucking your plans up Bustin' rounds lay it down Now throw your hands up You steady being on the corner right Niggas ain't seen me in a while You probably thought I died You devils love to see a nigga down and teary eyed I call you idiot 'cause you don't know me really yet I'm from the ghetto and getting dough is all I know I'm on the low, I'm a mystery to 5-0 'Cause they don't know Damn my check is caught in studio Business is lovely, see me in the videos Bitches wanna fuck me, worldwide nigga ride I'mma about to go to where Some people call the other side And live my life in paradise, keep my family tight But I can't keep the way I'm going If the dough ain't right My last days I can't live my life inside a cage I'm getting money and you hataz don't do nothing for me Either you with me or against me Nigga, let it show, I get the dough Non-stop when the track's hot And you know, what? Now what? I ain't even gonna rhyme no more Y'all get the picture Money stretch like a rubber band So wrap the grands up Catz got beef with me Go call your menz up Coming up unexpected Fucking your plans up Bustin' rounds lay it down Money stretch like a rubber band So wrap the grands up Catz got beef with me Go call your menz up Coming up unexpected Fucking your plans up Bustin' rounds lay it down Money stretch like a rubber band So wrap the grands up Catz got beef with me Go call your menz up Coming up unexpected Fucking your plans up Bustin' rounds lay it down Money stretch like a rubber band So wrap the grands up Catz got beef with me Go call your menz up Coming up unexpected Fucking your plans up Bustin' rounds lay it down |
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Hey yo. This joint right here,
is dedicated to that one girl that every player wants. I see you baby, and I want to know, what must I do? [Lil' Zane] What can I do to make you see that You want a hot boy baby I'll be that Tell ya man that you won't be comin' back Them other cats that you don't need none of that I won't dine you, I'll grind you Standin up behind you Hit it from the back so exact that it blind you Never tried to find you But now I know I need you to combine with Help me raise mine with I need a lady in my life when the streets is rough So come on baby let me put ya heart in handcuffs Won't stop even when you tellin me it's enough Can't drop till I'm feelin that I'm killin ya stuff want to be the one you livin' for and givin' ya more Make ya blush when ya hit my plush bedroom floor Nobody sittin baby You gettin' more than you can take So come on shorty stop bein' so fake Chorus: What must I do? (To show you that I love you) What must I do? (Please tell me) What must I do baby? (To have you) What must I do baby? (To hold you, to have you) What must I do? (Come closer, I'll grab you) What must I do? (Please tell me) What must I do baby? (To have you) What must I do baby? (Keep you iced out, spend nights out, baby I'll put ya lights out) [Lil' Zane] I know ya man ain't blind it ain't hard to see Blew his mind when he saw you in the car with me And my girl ain't blind 'cause she ask and want to see Who is that wit you when I passed the hummer I said nobody but she smelled yo' body Wit you bout a hour ago Should a listened when you told me take a shower though If I was her man she'd even take half my dough But I'm not So hop up in the drop we can cruise the block And got a spot where them niggas don't go On the low shorty pop 'dro But she don't let guys know By the time we left, her eyes low Let's do it in the parking lot Baby I don't give a fuck if it's dark or not Already comin' out my shirt 'cause it's awfully hot Got down to everything but my jewels and socks Chorus [Lil' Zane] Last week I met this girl My nigga she drove me crazy Damn, she bad as hell Even let her push my Mercedes I hear she got a man But he ain't beatin it crazy That's why she came to Z 'cause I treat her like a lady Took her up out the hood Flossin' hard in fancy cars By my side at the awards Lookin' badder than the stars Chickens was getting jealous And players was lookin' mad Of course, could have been my Porsche But mami was kinda bad Hold up, am I startin to catch feelings that I never had And if I get serious will my niggas laugh She like 25, I ain't even 20 yet Diggin with her, gotta show her how my money stretch She got drops that she ain't drove yet She buyin' furs and it ain't even cold yet Gimme anything I need, shorty gon' go get I got platinum and I ain't even old yet Chorus x 2 (with variations) |
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[Lil' Zane]
What will it take for you to notice me; it's like I'm not here Do you see us can you see us down here We have a bad habit of lookin over people But this time I'm gon' die famous and everybody gon' know [Verse 1] I'm just a skinny nigga tryin to get bigger and grow stronger and the lust to live plush and can't wait no longer sick of seein moms workin comin home back hurtin Cryin on my shoulder 'cause the job's workin her over On time everyday but the boss won't promote her He's racist she say and assaultin in some way Gon' see him on his off day, gon' let him know You fucks wit moms no mo' when I drive the 44 When the headlines read, "Boy's Last Heart Was His Mind For Greed" And he'll probably get the chair if good reason ain't there tell the judge my excuses for the crimes I've committed I was high when I did it Worked a pound of Jay's herb, in the heat of the night my mind clicked up on some other shit, something ain't right met in the parking lot he was comin out his parking spot Bet nobody see it out there, it stay dark a lot Went for the handle but the door was locked At the same time cockin the glock kickin the car door maybe not hold up, wait a minute this rap game just got in it and plus game I'm sayin two times the world'll be mine [Chorus: Lil' Zane] Gonna be famous, hard to be nameless Niggas gotta die to be famous If I die famous, hard to explain this I live a life to die famous [Verse 2] hustle money by Bloods, Crips, and drug dealers It's all love wit us but disrespect, you catch slugs nigga I hang wit cutthroat niggas that'll choke yo niggas Tie you up and rope yo niggas for rap or for dope baby when I was young couldn't picture bein broke baby then fuckin wit them dope boys had me low crazy you know it's crucial when I'm sellin to my folk figure dope fiends mixed genes Papa was a rolling stone and I ain't grown Left this lil nigga all alone, now a nigga grown Genetic game that you passed on Guess how many niggas I've passed gone, niggas in the system now Ho's wantin me to hit it, but I'm dissin now They got me wild, I know it's foul but respect my lifestyle, it isn't fair Before I'm legal I'll be a millionaire chorus 2X's [Verse 3] Woke up this morning and saw the news flash, special report the judge gave a nigga life 'cause the boy shot up the court witness we die for niggas pullin triggas for a livin and we takin any and everything that we wasn't given 'cause hard times, keep a nigga keep writin hard rhymes stash 9's run up in a nigga ain't scared to squeeze mines freeze time, when I stop your heart 'cause the slugs that i'm spittin is the spot that could stop I die famous, you be the nigga I shot but still nameless, 'cause they can't figure the plot my crew stainless, and we ain't hailin no pot and ain't nobody gettin bigger than the niggas we got we worldwide, but we ride for a nation of thugs we burnin heaters if you cheat us dudes workin the slugs And get the sex baby 'cause I'm addicted to fame You make me bust just by screamin my name and when I die I die famous [Chorus] (Yes!) [Chorus] (Why do we have to die) [Chorus] (I know a lot of times.. we go unnoticed) (They act like they don't love us) (But I love you that's all that counts) [Chorus] (We love you that's all that counts) (It's hard to explain why we die famous) (But we do it baby) (C'mon) [Chorus] - repeat 2X (Boy we gotta get noticed) (We go to school but you don't see that) (We live but you don't see that) (This is how we know) (This is you'll see) Young world baby We tired of goin unnamed We tired of goin unnoticed We've lived in the ghetto for years now We movin to the hills nigga c'mon Bringin wood to the hood y'all know what it is Young world I put my life on the line for y'all I love y'all It don't matter how hard it get Know matter how hard you try, you keep tryin nigga Nigga the world is yours |
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I told you nigga, she comin through
(Yo, whats up,what you talkin about?) She gonna do all of us, I mean one by one (I mean look, everybody?) Now nigga, you know I got it all under control man (I mean, last time you said this, she gonna do) Hey lil' mama what the dil? I be real give it to you how you want Millionaires in the house now I'm hopin you'll bone it, my niggas that pose with me, buy clothes with me Know they gotta roll wit me, fuck a lotta hoes wit me These jealous niggas is mad and I can tell But fuck 'em, free my niggas they got in jail I holla to the world with this pimp game, nothin changed Catch me on the freeway, take it easy And it don't stop with the freaky hoes I wanna see you in the club walkin up to me wit no clothes Then tell me how you love that, is your pimp game above that, how you love that? Let me tell my partners come along too, they wanna bone too They makin money off my song too All around the world it's the same, meetin pretty women Spittin game tryna get up in 'em (come on) I wanna know Can my partners come along too, they wanna bone too They makin money off my song too (for all my dogs) Can my partners come along (hey, hey) Can my partners come along (hey, check it) Look baby I can see it in your plan, you want me to be your man baby (??) fan baby, fine I understand baby I'm hittin everything I can, they been playin lately And even though I'm stayin busy in the studio, they buggin me We can all work together when we freak You can meet me at the mall at 3, I be shoppin where them ballas be And I like my women taller than me And wit the Henney in you strong, Im sure to beat the pussy long Don't want no babies put the condom on A couple niggas on the tour bus, it's a small bus Could you at least do 4 of us? Let 'em know that you a freak for me, call your guy let him hear me hit the pussy while I'm hot (I said) Let 'em know that you a freak for me, call your guy let him hear me hit the pussy while I'm hot Can my partners come along too, they wanna bone too They makin money off my song too All around the world it's the same meetin pretty women Spittin game tryna get up in 'em I wanna know Can my partners come along too, they wanna bone too They makin money off my song too Can my partners come along (hey, hey) Can my partners come along (hey, hey) Look baby aint no time to waste See me rollin with the diamond face, damn its gettin late And we been fuckin since a quarter eight Know a nigga need a break, but before you leave set my dog straight Look at it baby just get it, just me and you But I been hearin 'bout your freaky friends bring 'em through Actin out my fantasy, you heard my man and me Shit, we all family What you got that we aint see? And you can tell when its the weekend, cocktail at the hotel playa bring the freaks in She wanna know, see a balla (big balla) And then she thinkin will I call her Let me tell my partners come along too (c'mon baby) they wanna bone too They makin money off my song too All around the world it's the same meetin pretty women Spittin game tryna get up in 'em I wanna know Can my partners come along too, they wanna bone too They makin money off my song too Can my partners come along Can my partners come along (hey, hey) Let me tell my partners come along too, they wanna bone too They makin money off my song too All around the world it's the same meetin pretty women Spittin game tryna get up in 'em I wanna know Can my partners come along too, they wanna bone too They makin money off my song too (hey shorty hey shorty) Can my partners come along (hey shorty hey shorty hey shorty) Can my partners come along (hey shorty hey shorty) God damn lil' mama, all my niggas wanna bone you They gettin money off my song too K. Wells Richie sell, he the reason for this song boo He wanna know can he bone too Big Chris got the Rolley on the wrist so I bet he wanna bone too, he gettin money off my song too Anginetta Boys bring the noise, my niggas wanna bone too, they gettin money off my song too Big Boss Hall pimp 'em all, he wanna bone too, he gettin money off my song too And Pain the killa of the crew so you know he wanna bone too, he gettin money off my song too Fis and Diggy stayin jiggy so you know they wanna bone too, they gettin money off my song too My nigga Zope take dope and he said can he bone too, he gettin money off my song too Budda Boo that's my nigga and he wanna bone too, he gettin money off my song too Big Riz what it is, I know wanna bone too, he gettin money off my song too Said Black push ya act baby can he bone too, he gettin money off my song too Big Bear outside representin for the south side, and you know he wanna bone too |
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<i>[Lil' Zane]</i>
A yo check this out I'm sayin We been on this dance floor all night Man a nigga sweatin I'm tired And I'm just sayin my next question is Are you comin home wit a nigga or what? A <i>[chorus (Lil' Zane) & a female]</i> (I just wanna have some fun tonight) Sorry baby but you aint gettin none tonight (Tell me can you make me feel like I'm the one tonight, gimme some tonight) Sorry you aint gettin none tonight <i>[Lil' Zane]</i> Now its the middle of the night boo And I met a lot of girls just like you And then I really start to like 'em too I keep 'em iced out words on I need a hot girl wit curves on And a diamond thong, wit platinum tongue And I know when to keep it on And I push my own whip I'm the nigga that you need to go home wit I'm the nigga that you need to go bone wit Cause Lil' Z be the nigga that dont owe shit That shit you kick aint game to me I got money to bitch who you came to see You came here in a see through just so I can peep you Circle around the club all night 'till I beeped you And like a trick I'm a treat you Take a cheese bitch FREEZE!! then I cheat you When you shit off in the club Smokin shit off in the club Poke a bitch off in the club I bare ice and a dice game Role snake eyes twice wit them pinky rangs Them weed niggas bitch when they see the chain How the platinum hangs Dont slip cause a nigga still packin them thangs And the game we can show like Ice-T And aint no tellin how old a nigga might be Long as I got my own B and I'm icy I cant see no reason you dont like me Cant name one nigga thats like me I dont blame no nigga dont like me I put the Gators on and tell them haters on And if you see me outside the raid is on <i>[chorus - 2x]</i> <i>[Lil' Zane]</i> <i>[Scene two]</i> I bet that you hot up in my drop top I got the block locked Tell your freinds to play the war, cause they like to cock block Ballin on these niggas hard You should'a seen us in that shit, I swear to God She grab my hands to the dance floor The way she shake it got me bout to take my pants off I ask her for the numbers then she glance off I saw a man in the corner slowly backed off I got my hands off Wit my hormones ragin I ran into this asian mixed she was half caucasion Got into a conversation But me bein impatient You know I got into the dazin Put up the "Don't Disturb" sign Wanna see if she was even worth my time Wanna see if this bitch can work for mine See if she could cock and bust my nine inches This is for all them fine bitches out to get my thugs riches And all clown in the club Coochie down in the club Shoot you down in the club Talkin shit off in the club And startin shit off in the club Its hot as shit off in the club All these bitches and I cant hit off in the club Damn <i>[chorus]</i> <i>[Lil' Zane]</i> A check this out A check this out baby We gone take this one to the parking lot I spit that thug game For them ones that love game And they'll be your best freind And find what you restin And gone blow your chest in That thang is weapon And young niggas be ballin hard Wit they squad Everybody iced out jumpin cars Scratchin whips We all got chips who you fuckin wit? Who you know get money and they know they the shit? We get down if I ask and my niggas get hit Do you know how many millions you sittin wit? Do you know how mani diamonds my wrist can fit? Ice the bandana wit the thug to match Y'all niggas gone need help to match Matter fact you need help wit that? Point me to the bra strap look baby gotta plane to catch <i>[chorus - 3x]</i> |
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<i>[Unknown Man]</i>
Them niggas wanna ride by do a lil' drive by But they just dont know how But we about to show 'em when the pistol backfire and them niggas gone die Them niggas wanna ride by do a lil' drive by But they just dont know how But we about to show 'em when the pistol backfire and them niggas gone die And we gone ride on 'em (ride on 'em) And we gone ride on 'em (ride on 'em) Uhhhhhhhhhh!! <i>[Lil' Zane]</i> Retaliation is a must when them niggas bout to bust slippin on us Niggas kicked in the door took the yayo Had a nigga on the floor all scared too And they put the steel to my head too I'm on the cellular Wit my niggas "Where the hell are y'all" Shit I'm about to go to jail and all They didn't figga they was fuckin wit the wrong nigga wrong day Doin shit in the wrong way Nine holes couldn't hurt a nigga Thats what they got Now I'm screamin murder nigga So shoot the block Niggas gone bleed tonight Plus I'm high on weed tonight Muthafuckas won't breath tonight World Wide renegades when I'm breedin right You can see him on the news just seen the light Glowin niggas y'all meet me In College Park in the hour like that y'all be next <i>[chorus]</i> <i>[Lil' Zane]</i> Fast money done slowed up Niggas cars got blowed up Whole cities got tore up And what you mean "Nigga hold up" Shoulda seen this niggas eyes when my niggas roled up And you can run but you can't hide And I won't let shit slide How many O's did you get right? Do you know how many bullets bout to go up in your shit right? Now <i>[Lil' Zane & Unknown]</i> Cituation gettin sticky Why the fuck niggas pick me Cause I'm rich see Everybody out to get me But the trick be I'm about to pull a gypsy Till the clips empty <i>[Lil' Zane]</i> And mufuckas gone respect the game Look how I give it to them niggas real And muthafucka why you try me Why you think cause I'm under 21 I won't connect you to a I.V <i>[chorus]</i> <i>[Lil' Zane]</i> Oh you wanna be a bad ass nigga Wanna be mad at us nigga Fuck wit us nigga Let the world know my niggas all I niggas World Wide niggas Pick 4-5, bury 4-5 niggas Paralize 4-5 niggas These muthafuckas ain't ready for the ride I surprise niggas I put the game from verse 2 (A tell 'em what the verse do) Thug niggas get hurt too <i>[Lil' Zane & Unknown]</i> This shit gettin critical these niggas won't listen These niggas bout to come up missen These niggas see a young boy glistenin <i>[Lil' Zane]</i> Y'all niggas betta separate the hoes from G's Fuck around and make me start wit these Get in the car nigga gimme the keys I'm bout to blast on 'em Tell me if you wit me if you not get yo ass on <i>[Two guys havin conversation]</i> <i>[1st guy]</i> "Nigga you know I'm down to bust these niggas But tonight aint the night to do that shit" <i>[2nd guy (Larenz Tate)]</i> "You actin like a lil' bitch right now You actin real paranoid and shit Now these muthafuckas smoked yo goddamn cousin In front of you nigga Blow his head off in front of yo face And you gonna do shit? You actin like a lil' bitch right now nigga Man fuck that I aint lettin that shit ride <i>[chorus]</i> |
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[Lil' Zane]
I was once wit a team, that, sold me a dream Worked all day and, got, none of the cream When playas ain't loyal, that's, bad for the team Niggas play dirty till that ass get clean I'm iced wit the gleam, get shiest when you scheme Fuck a gun nigga cause I'm nice wit these things y'all got me fed up, bout to go head up Stop playin nigga, start prayin, I'm dead up Fuck who you run wit, get who you gon get Tell them niggas come quick, man you on some dumb shit Me and my nigga been folk, since we been broke See we together ?till the day that I get doe Lend doe, spend doe, throw it out the window Know niggas payed, got Boo puffin indo Shot from the pinto, and hop out the benzo Cops had to leave but we fled so they didn't know Chorus: repeat 2X y'all niggas want war (whats up my nigga) Then what you here for (whats up my nigga) You don't scare me (whats up my nigga) You can hate me (I don't give a fuck my nigga) [Lil' Zane] I got cops on the pay roll, stop when I say so You don't wonna quit, spray the block till you lay low Niggas have change now, got a little fame now Come around the hood, you can see I'm the same now Got a little ice though, still wit the wife though Love all my bitches but, money is my life hoe Never gettin twist up, bitches I done mixed up Mad at me now cause my man want his dick sucked Raised, turn the bricks up, born wit my fist up Niggas can't live the life, then give the shit up Survived in the rap game, supplied in the crack game Really don't matter my nigga, they both the same I always rhyme, I always bust nines Always wonna to fight a nigga one more time And even if I win, I'm'a beat his ass again won't quit till your head split, BI-ATCH Chorus [Lil' Zane] This is how we do it to em' (world wide) give it to em' now This is how we do it to em' (world wide) put em up now We about to clown on em' (world wide) ride on em' now We about to blast on em' (world wide) mash on em' now This is how we do it to em' (world wide) give it to em' now This is how we do it to em' (world wide) mash on em' now This is how we do it to em (world wide) fuck wit me now This is how we do it to em', this is how we do it to em Chorus: repeat to fade |
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It's not about the money
[chorus]2x You see its not the [money] (5x) You say it ain't about the [lovin] (5x) You be on the alone its [nuthin] (5x) If its not nuthin Girl its gotta be somethin Slippin fallin slippin You must really love me [Lil' Zane] Told so many lies By so many different guys Its hard to see the truth when in front of your eyes I'm from a city of conflicts Criminals and convicts Livin on the run baby Only havin fun baby She was just a friend so I never dug her A young thug and so it wasn't in my heart to love her You say you love me regardless You was young and I was heartless We both said it I was hard headed Everything you said went into a ear and out another I couldn't understand you wanted me to be your lover You took time every night to write me love letters And you used to whisper in my ear nobody does it better And did I mention it was long letters I like they way you squeeze in them dungaries But the thongs betta And you believe that I'm not there Till it make it feel like if you leave then I won't care Yeah [chorus] [Lil' Zane] All my life I been goin through depression More of the love and less dressin I'm tired of guessin Tell me if you want affection You make a thug feel love You head rushin And I can't seem to get enough Can I touch somethin? You're like an angle wit some wings sent to guide me The law try to lock me down but you hide me Be beside me strapped for war soldier guide me I'm tryin to be wit you ain't a army that can stop me Told me team the dream and automatically they knock me Said ya beat me down cause I'm young I'm like "watch me" I love winnin, ice linen and keep my dubbs spinnin Love women, street corners and I'm gone keep on bendin Wit you its no pretendin And even at the beginin I knew that you was wit it Even tho I neva hit it Forgive me for the times I bullshitted And now I'm all yours Baby you did it [chorus]4x |
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Often caught up in the game, how can I explain
But no pain, no gain so I can't complain If it's not a plane it's a train, I'm switchin' lanes On the road to the riches in the speed lanes And if I clash or colide with the other side Livin' my life why 'cuz my passengers got [unverified] Kept my eyes on the prize looking straight ahead Showing me the ass as I pass as the chicks said Too hot, too hot to stop Baby gonna keep on shining so don't try to hate it Too hot, too hot to stop Baby, better run for shelter if you actin' shady I know you think I'm actin' funny right But this real girl gotta get my money right I'm here one day flyin' out the next night U P S flight I'm only tryna live the best life I rip rhyms who funess right hopin' sex erects I bet You wonder what the sex like Grab ya dick now tell me if it's skiny or thick my shits legit I promise I'ma hit to you quick I'm lickin' my lips and 'bout to go down but slow down I don't know 'bout you. baby, you been around I tell you a secret do you promise you can keep it Shorty gon' make a video and let me keep it You see I'm only doing it to show you I'm true Nobody better gettin' wetter just by huggin' you Screamed out I'ma end up lovin' you Shut ya mouth get on the couch put this thug in you Too hot, too hot to stop Baby gonna keep on shining so don't try to hate it Too hot, too hot to stop Baby, better run for shelter if you actin' shady You said I'm too young, look who sprung This thug like a drug and I got you strung Feel he rush is in lust when our tongues touch Love is scary, shouldn't I marry before I bust a nut I'ma hit you right you disappear into the night give Me a call when you want it you can have it all I'm stackin' chips and the dough will attract chicks They pockets use to stay broke before I got 'em fixed Never the less when I dress I begin the best see me in The suit lookin' cute I got on the vest niggas gon test Run up in ya spot like callabine Use to regilize seen ya face a thousand times even the tile is mine Ain't wild as mine we gon forever bump and grind till The child is mine be my confidine while I live this Life of ryhme sharin' ice with the wife of mine sure to shine Too hot, too hot to stop Baby gonna keep on shining so don't try to hate it Too hot, too hot to stop Baby, better run for shelter if you actin' shady Too hot, too hot to stop Baby gonna keep on shining so don't try to hate it Too hot, too hot to stop Baby, better run for shelter if you actin' shady Too hot, too hot to stop Baby gonna keep on shining so don't try to hate it Too hot, too hot to stop Baby, better run for shelter if you actin' shady ... |
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[Chorus: repeat 4X]
Such a beautiful feeling [Lil' Zane] I know a lot of times, it seems like it gets hard. But you gotta always keep faith, and always look forward. You never know what the future might bring. You never know what's ahead. [Lil' Zane] You got the attention of all the fellas so the chickens are jealous They at your toes when it rains tryin to hold you umbrella The new meat in town, all the niggas wonna get down When getting no play they frown, you on they bad side, they callin you bitch now Sophomore year, two years to go All you tryin to do is get your first car, and make doe Got a part time job, and the man callin your bluff Always out to cheat us if you love wasn't enough Problems in the home, daddy dearest done turned abusive He got your moms scared, so thoughts are skippin out are useless How can you get them grades, when you can't keep your focus 16 and getting hit this drunk nigga think he Joseph Givin you black eyes so in school you wearin glasses Friends ask what happin but believe behind your back they laughin You show no worry but the pain don't hide Baby girl wipe your eyes, I'm here so don't cry And it's [Chorus] [Lil' Zane] You turn no fire till you lies, tellin me I was safe I can't take it no longer father open the gate I seen all I can take, child killin's and rape The same niggas that I used to love was showin' me hate My harts lyrics and my spirits through you body and soul Makin you feel the way I felt when these rhymes was wrote My antidote a little weed smoke, time and thought Makin me come up wit that raw shit, hurttin your hart I know you feel me cause you know things I'm sayin is true Now would I lie to you, about my life and what I been through Tell me have you ever lost a best friend, to drugs and gats Had to tell his mother knowin she would have an attack Sorry lady but your son and I was runnin the block Ran up in the wrong neighborhood, flossin our knots Actin folish when we should have been home in the bed Restin instead, Tony took two to the head He never made it [Chorus] [Lil' Zane] I went hot summers and cold winters, wit no dinner and-a Freezer full of ice ain't nothin nice And I never cream in my life, so when I did get it I had to work and run wit it, have fun wit it High speeds in 740's, niggas starin' hard Mini battles and war stories, bitches love my scares Sweatin Kev' cause he payed, and plus he from the yard No superstars, livin gods, is what we are Town to town, dick em' down, that's how we do it baby Under covers we wear rubbers cause catchin AIDs is crazy I do the unbeliveable and talk the sweatest game And see more doe then snipes on the money train Me bein broke is the funniest joke That's like a nigga tellin me I stole a song he wrote And I ain't tryin to get caught up in all that madness, life is good Young world follow me, lets get up out the hood Chorus |
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