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(Talking)
Ay this what I do nigga I do this shit with my eyes closed nigga (fuh sho, fuh sho) y'all niggaz tryin too hard man heheh...yea Clover G's! (Verse 1 - Flip) Uhhh lyrically I'm a menace I'll take ya chain and ya tennis I was raised in the Clover, I roll with Note and the Chemist no more shoppin at Mervan's, cause I'm tourin in Burlan candy paint flip flop, on my black Excursion now I'm creepin the block, with my wrist all rocked put up ya lighters for BIG, now light a blunt up for Pac fuck all this beefin on beats nigga we deep in the streets and all the beef I ever had, I got out my teeth I'm a young ass nigga with a master plan I make a hundred grand everytime I move my hand niggaz tryna diss me just to get a fan - but I'm rich bitch you understand cop them cars, cop them cribs, cop them guns just for fun I'll bring ya hat to ya, once I put my gat to ya y'all niggaz can't fuck with me cause I'm a Clover G and I got respect and for that paper I'll bounce yo'ass like a check I've paid my dues from the start - this music poetry art y'all rappers ain't that smart...now get ya weight up nigga (Chorus - Flip) Just give me a beat (beat) and I'll kick a rhyme (rhyme) you gotta get yours (yours), I gotta get mine (mine) Just give me a beat (beat) and I'll kick a rhyme (rhyme) see I'm different from y'all, I'm livin my rhymes (Verse 2 - Flip) I'm a thug ass nigga that love to bust I only know one thing "In God We Trust" you bitch ass niggaz ain't hard as us you wanna little B - O you better smarten up I bought that truck, drive that 'Llac with two hoes I'm a mack three albums one gold, the other two platinum plaques I move swiftly for three gigs it's 250 I went to Amsterdam for a week and I blew sticky all that weed I got to light one out of all these hoes I got the right one you know my name baby (Flip) - I hope yo'brain crazy you did it, I love it - we did it in public look you ain't my girlfriend either you with it or fuck it don't get attached to my charm, just bring my stacks in the morn' cause I'm a G and you know it with twenty tats on my arm I change my style like the weather - cause every year I get better game smooth as the ocean - my lyrics tight like a sweater I change my style like the weather - cause every year I get better game smooth as the ocean - my lyrics tight like a sweater, yea (Chorus - Flip) Just give me a beat (beat) and I'll kick a rhyme (rhyme) you gotta get yours (yours), I gotta get mine (mine) Just give me a beat (beat) and I'll kick a rhyme (rhyme) see I'm different from y'all, I'm livin my rhymes (whaaaat) |
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[Scratching: Mannie Fresh]
yo red necks, coloreds, asians, africans, euthopians whatever you is-it's ya boy Freshly Snipes ya heard with Young Flip and I call this one [Chorus - Mannie Fresh, Lil' Flip] Now what it do yeah nigga got too much loot Now what it do yeah baby push the GT Coupe Now what it do yeah nigga showin platinum tooth's aye play with me homey let the ego shoot Now what it do yeah baby Young Flipper is back (I'm back) Now what it do yeah nigga candy Cadillacs Now what it do pump your backs it's just too much glass I still rep Cloverland-Know what is y'all sayin? [Verse1: Flip] you know ya baby mama wanna ride with a G cause she shakin her ass to this Mannie Fresh beat I'm fly as a muhfucker-high as a muhfucker 4 rolled diamond chain, iced out belt buckle aye and I'm still on the grind I own 10 watches but I'm never on time I show up late-cause I blow up weight you doin shows down here but you can't go upstate now what it do I'm tryna leave with you and you I'm twenty-deep, I ain't trippin bring ya crew I got my heat you packin little 22's we Clover G's the home of lean and Dj Screw [Chorus: Mannie Fresh, Lil' Flip] Now what it do yeah nigga got too much loot Now what it do yeah baby push the GT Coupe Now what it do yeah nigga showin platinum tooth's aye play with me homey let the ego shoot Now what it do yeah baby Young Flipper is back (I'm back) Now what it do yeah nigga candy Cadillacs Now what it do pump your backs it's just too much glass I still rep Cloverland-Know what is y'all sayin? [Verse2: Lil' Flip] aye I got the big home, the whip chrome the king back you can't take my throne (hell naw) I been chillin on the low gettin dough fuh sho run up on me thirty shots (blat-blat) but I'm lettin e'm go you can't fuck with my team I'm just lettin you know if it cost five-hundred that's regular dro cops pull a nigga over cause they jealous of my car my OZ's twelve-hundred you can smell it through the jar grab a sweet roll it up(coughing)get the drank pour it up and no you can't come with me if you ain't old enough you know that Desert Eagle come with a holster but my GT ain't come with a showfer (damn) [Chorus: Mannie Fresh, Lil' Flip] Now what it do yeah nigga got too much loot Now what it do yeah baby push the GT Coupe Now what it do yeah nigga showin platinum tooth's aye play with me homey let the ego shoot Now what it do yeah baby Young Flipper is back (I'm back) Now what it do yeah nigga candy Cadillacs Now what it do pump your backs it's just too much glass I still rep Cloverland-Know what is y'all sayin? [Verse3: Lil' Flip] Aye the dope boy say I'm shinin' boy but that shit came from grindin boy yellow diamonds every where like I stuck up Johnny dogg I heard ya paper low I got that stuck up money shut the fuck up dummy you ain't hard as us I went to France and found out you ain't large as us I get paid just to come to the club and chill I let ya chick braid my hair-plus she love my grill fuck a house on a hill, cause my shit by the lake I'm like Jigga I can do this in one-take we got wieght, we got dro, we got all the guns ask about Lil' Flip you know where I'm from [Chorus: Mannie Fresh, Lil' Flip] Now what it do yeah nigga got too much loot Now what it do yeah baby push the GT Coupe Now what it do yeah nigga showin platinum tooth's aye play with me homey let the ego shoot Now what it do yeah baby Young Flipper is back (I'm back) Now what it do yeah nigga candy Cadillacs Now what it do pump your backs it's just too much glass I still rep Cloverland-Know what is y'all sayin? [Lil' Flip] yeah aye that's how we do it man y'all niggaz need to step ya game up man clover G's in the motherfuckin building dogg BG Duke in the building, D-Redd in the building Will-Lean the chemist in the building the black Al Capone in the building UA Deal in the building, Mid West in the motherfuckin building and we doin it so, so motherfuckin big Big Shasta in the building, M Dollar in the building we gettin money nigga and when you see me in the streets say "what it do" and don't call me Flip no motherfuckin more call me Flipperachi hahaha and we out |
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| 3:21 |
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| 3:54 |
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(feat. Lyfe Jennings)
[Lil' Flip:] Whooooooo! [Lyfe Jennings:] Uh [x8] (talk to em Lyfe) uh [x4] (talk to em Lyfe) uh [x4] [Chorus x2: Lyfe Jennings] I just can't go..... I just can't stay... I just can't, you just wont I just can't get away....... [Lil' Flip:] Ghetto mindstate! At 15 I was making moves Drinking beer shooting dice at school When most niggas had a 9 to 5 shit On the block we making 9 to 5 grand... Each day yeah we got cheap yay (holla) My niggas on lock they called me on 3 way The hood hot like a crock pot Dope fiends cutting yards for a 20 piece of crack rock Around my way aint nobody watching matlock We trynna hot wire cars and break pad locks Turn soft to hard drop it in glad locks And drive flashy cars and get mad props And still I wont change Last week they caught my patna with a block of caine And can't no amount of money stop the pain They gave him 35 years his momma went insaine [Chorus x2] [Lil' Flip:] Ghetto mindstate! Coming up with no father figure I guess that made me a harder nigga (why?) Cuz I dont like to ask for shit When I came in the game with a half a brick (yes!) But I aint telling lil' kids to go that route But is on TV everyday like they dont know that route And Lil girls being fast Being grown trynna Flirt Leaving home wearing pants Then change in to a skirt Huh! I live in the ghetto I stay in the ghetto (yeah!) Run up grown Im spraying that metal Cuz aint shit sweet around my way All I know is one thing how to get paid (yeah!) With Lyfe on the hook I know we got another hit This motivational music I know you feeling this (ey!) And i was raised in a church But were Im from you gotta do that work [Chorus x2] [Lil' Flip:] Why everybody trynna bring me down Because of me they respect H-town Look I was here when yall wouldnt around The first week you did a alright But then that shit went down Why everybody trynna bring me down Because of me they respect H-town Look I was here when yall wouldnt around The first week you did a alright But then that shit went down!! [Lyfe Jennings:] They tell you you were born to die Yo momma she was born to cry Yo woman she was born to lie Hold you down so you can't rely I tell you that its all a lie Young nigga You just gotta try Keep your eyes up on the sky Don't let your dreams pass you by Cuz somebody said |
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| 4:04 |
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| 7. |
| 4:08 |
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(Chorus)
Sorry lil mama I gotta go Not tryna hit and run ya but I got another show It's already check out time plus my plane leaves at four Give me them digits At a later date I'll f**k withchu some more Meanwhile rollin on chrome Every lil mama I run into wanna take me home Tryna give em my lil fair share Because they all want this bone So don't get mad at me if my cell phone is on roam I'm just tryna get some dome (Lil Flip) Now if you rollin wit me come now I'm a gangster I never put my gun down I can't drive girl cuz I'm high I see yo belly ring Plus you got a butterfly 28's when I roll out 10 clear coats on my coach ride What's your name Where you from girl I got a presidential suite you can come girl I got cris by the case load What the hell yo baby daddy in my face fo' Now I'm reachin for my waist hoe We got chicks in every state bro (Chorus) Sorry lil mama I gotta go Not tryna hit and run ya but I got another show It's already check out time plus my plane leaves at four Give me them digits At a later date I'll f**k withchu some more Meanwhile rollin on chrome Every lil mama I run into wanna take me home Tryna give em my lil fair share Because they all want this bone So don't get mad at me if my cell phone is on roam I'm just tryna get some dome (Verse 2) The whip paid fo' She starin at my watch I'm like what you in my face fo' Ha She heard alot of gank She want alot of gangster Ride wit a gangster I'ma type of gangster It aint bout the fame She just diggin my nature It aint bout the change She still wantin the paper I'm feelin ya style And ya classy ways I want my child in ya stomache But not havin my baby Anyway I'm a one night stand man After this night I'ma dump you like a trash can Like I set you on fire I can put you out I want ya gas can and I can be ya water spout (Chorus) Sorry lil mama I gotta go Not tryna hit and run ya but I got another show It's already check out time plus my plane leaves at four Give me them digits At a later date I'll f**k withchu some more Meanwhile rollin on chrome Every lil mama I run into wanna take me home Tryna give em my lil fair share Because they all want this bone So don't get mad at me if my cell phone is on roam I'm just tryna get some dome (Z-Ro) I gotta Sprint And a T-Mobile And a Nextel phone And all three of em ringin from bad ass bitches that wanna bone Take one of two calls Take on to the telly And take one home Cuttin corners barely missin the crib Try not to break her bone WHY! I'm sittin on top of 83's and fresh ass meat A nigga tried to jack me for em so I left his chest open last week I'm rude as a mothaf**ker But I get nice when I recieve head Might fall off for a minute But I get back right when I recieve bread Chop em up wit something Shorty thick Go straight to the bed wit it Run her on the low low cuz someone's always watchin like a fed visit Crucify the coochie then cut a couple of corners Crusin quick to end and quit this Before I fall in love (Chorus) Sorry lil mama I gotta go Not tryna hit and run ya but I got another show It's already check out time plus my plane leaves at four Give me them digits At a later date I'll f**k withchu some more Meanwhile rollin on chrome Every lil mama I run into wanna take me home Tryna give em my lil fair share Because they all want this bone So don't get mad at me if my cell phone is on roam I'm just tryna get some dome (Lil Flip) Now if you rollin wit me come now Now if you rollin wit me come now |
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| 5:08 |
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(Talking)
Ay I know alot of y'all niggaz wonderin', haha is this nigga doin good? (yup) is this nigga really ridin spinners? (yup), hah I tell them niggaz man - can't you tell a nigga doin good man can't you tell, Lil' Flip is in the building we got Dj Squeeky on the track...Gudda, Gudda - Clover G's (Chorus 2X - Flip) We throw bows, we blow dro we ride blades and low pro's umm....I heard you doin good nigga can't you tell oh you still in the hood, cause you ain't doin too well (Verse 1 - Flip) Now when I pull up in my drop, one switch make it rock one switch make it hop, the other switch make it stop I got wood grain on my dash, paper out the ass I don't ride around with wallets I carry paper bags ride around with tech's, endo, with a vest Giovanni's on my Hummer, and spinners on my Lex I rep Houston, Tex where niggaz bang Screw we ride candy paint nigga what about yo' crew got a piece and a chain, a watch and a ring ten thousand square foot home, plus a spot for my plane I spitt game to hoes to get 'em out they clothes cause that's how it go when all ya jewelry froze I been pimpin for awhile, I'm a hot boy like Nile my jacket is mink - but my shoes are crocodile I'm thuggin forever, fifty karats in my bezzel but I'm like 'Trillville' cause y'all can't get on "my level" (Chorus) (Verse 2 - Gudda) Uhhh I'm in the club buckin, fuck it I'm a throw some bows hit the bar and get bent and go and fuck some hoes I'm this bitch actin wild you know how Gudda do it I got my pistol on my hip incase I get into it niggaz drinkin that 'Incredible Hulk' now he drunk and he think he the "Incredible Hulk" uhhh they gon'have to drag him out this bitch then the police gon'come and drag me out this bitch.... (yea, Gudda) (Verse 3 - Supa) I'm doin good and it feels great I'm in the hood H2 and it's charcoal gray supa dup'fly, boy I'm supa dup'frisby give a fuck about the name just know he gets busy mouth of the south you know ya know me well hollow shells - swell you like a macaroni shell fuck you haters, the chains is off Clover chains is on...we off the chains lil'boy (yea) (Chorus) (Verse 4 - MJG) Uh, yea, come on.... MJG, pimp tight and Lil' Flip got a hit on the chart but if a girl wanna get on the chart, shit I'll still put a bitch on the block you don't really want that really now tell the truth, slow ya role you got the cars and clothes but you still don't know ya hoes I'm a Hoe - ologist I dissect the bitch and find the problem I got solutions for a problem I'm here to resolve 'em pull up in a 1969 Impala whites over blacks they harder everyday I wake up early tryna make a dollar, I think I wanna pop my collar could it be I'm just a natural born with alittle dose of pimpin oooh nothin but motionless women strap up put alittle life up in 'em I don't pretend I mean exactly what I mean I don't sell those you can go to sleep and have a dream when I roll through the dirty south sittin up on my twenty - fo's breakin me a ciggerillo down...fillin it up with nothin but dro M - J - fuckin G representer of the dirty but I spit it hard enough to make sure that the world heard me (Chorus) |
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| 3:45 |
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| 4:35 |
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[Talking:]
Just another day in the hood Chillin with my niggaz, ya know Right now we shoot a documentary for my mothafuckin album Bringin y'all niggaz straight to the hood, come on walk with me [Verse 1: Lil' Flip] Nigga I can hit you from a block away Cause my chopper bang like a beat from Dr.Dre I'm creepin at night with a Ki of that white From 8'O clock till 5, come get what you like From Vicodin to X pills you know who got the best deal I guarantee you fuckers this'll be my best year Canary stones got me lookin like a night light I ain't racist when it comes to diamonds cause I like white My bezzel lookin like it ain't even paid for But that's a lie bitch I got real paper I'm from the ghetto, the gudda where the feds hang I'm with ya wife fuckin up ya bed frame You ridin, I'm ridin-time to grab the weapons The shell catchers, gloves, and them teflons Cause when it's war anything goes I'm a stand up nigga, nah I ain't a hoe [Chorus: Lil' Flip] I'm from da hood-da gudda, da, da, da gudda I wish you would-da gudda, da, da, da gudda Let's get it understood-da gudda, da, da, da gudda I got choppers made of wood-da gudda, da, da, da gudda I'm from da hood-da gudda, da, da, da gudda I wish you would-da gudda, da, da, da gudda Let's get it understood-da gudda, da, da, da gudda I got choppers made of wood-da gudda, da, da, da gudda [Verse 2: Lil' Flip] Ay alot of niggaz hatin on me cause of the jewels I got So just face reality homie you ain't hot I read ya little interviews you don't know when to quit No matter how good you do niggaz gon'talk shit I got bitches on my team that'll rob you nigga Right after she give you head and massage you nigga I play the game like a pro when it come to the streets And the bump'll make you leak when it come to the beef...ca'peesh Look, listen when I talk cause I'm a general I hope ya OG's smart enough to let you know I'm the truth in the booth what I rap about I did it I told Johnny put thirty pointers in my fitted I get it, I got it I'm makin a profit My kitted Impala watch me hop it I'm hittin switches on the bitches when I drive by I'm knockin snitches in ditches when I do drive bys [Chorus] [Bridge:] Look if you wanna get paid, get that money nigga If you wanna ride blades, get that money nigga If you wanna Escalade, get that money nigga Yeah bitch I got it made, get that money nigga(oh boy) [Verse 3: Lil' Flip] Look it's one for the money, two for the show Three gigs for eight five now I need my dough Look I'm straight off the block where the fiends be geekin I know a cat who snort three O's every weekend Lawyers, and doctors hide behind they occupations Cause at the first of the month they be waiting Shiiit I take food stamps and all that shit And if that ain't a hustle what you call that then(chump) I'm a young ass nigga with alot of game I floss hard cause everyday I rock a different chain I think my hood and my niggaz who hold me down Besides Lil'J, Lil' Flip control the town [echoes] [Chorus] |
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| 4:35 |
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<i>[Talking]</i>
Yeah, I wrote this song for Mary Jane It's only one bitch I trick my dough fo' haha, a lotta y'all niggas spendin y'all money foolishly man Invest in that Purple Haze, that Train Wreck That Capiss, knawI'msayin It'll have you right,oh boy <i>[Chorus - 2x]</i> I be smokin on that Mary Jane Do you be smokin on that Mary Jane? (I wanna know) See I'm addicted to that Mary Jane Are you addicted to that Mary Jane? (I need mo') <i>[Verse 1]</i> Ay, the first time you let me hit I really wasn't with it Now look, I need yo' ass every minute I wake up early, fiendin for a big blunt Plus tonight, I got a show in Romant I know you heard about the Dirty, we so crunk Gimme a swisher fill it up, with Super Skunk That Hash Flynt got me swervin when I drive Even when my money low I find a way to get high If you a bud smoker, come blaze with me Have a cup of lean, now you feelin dizzy You know I gets busy, chiefin back-to-back About to cough up a lung nigga hit that <i>[Chorus - 2x]</i> <i>[Verse 2]</i> Ay, go get a highlife, this weed messin up my eyesight At night time I can't drive right You wanna feel what my vibe like Then put 28 grams, in my pipe, I bet it get you right And fuck what you heard, weed is the best thrill So lil' mama you can keep them (X pills) Cali got the best kill But Amsterdam got everything all year, huh And you can smoke on the streets, watch my DVD I'm in love with W, E-E-D Please pass the blunt, don't hold the blunt Cause if the laws come, you gon be the first to run, bitch <i>[Chorus - 2x]</i> <i>[Verse 3]</i> Ay, ay, this last verse gon be short as fuck (why?) Cause Verse 1 I had a ounce (but I smoked it up) Got game from the OG's (and I soaked it up) In three years, three albums (I'm platinum plus) Now I'm coppin Blueberry like it ain't no thang (But not on Tuesdays and Thursdays) cause the people swang (And why you chokin my nigga?) you can't handle it (Well take this, gimme that) smoke a cancer stick, trick <i>[Chorus - 2x]</i> <i>[Talking]</i> Yeah, if you in yo' whip rollin, even if you ain't a baller Even if you gotta roll up one of them small ass little-bitty cigarillos Do what you do man Over here we ball outta control man, fo' real man We take two blunts and put them sideways to make them fat Then we take another one and put it the other way to make it long nigga You ever put a whole ounce in a bone nigga? Have you ever been to Amsterdam nigga? You ever smoke Purple Kush, Purple Haze, OG Kush Master Kush, Train Wreck, Maui Waui, all that shit man? Ah man, we do it big man White Widow, Triple X, Sweettooth Sometimes niggas be havin sweetooths man Haha, youknowI'msayin We ball outta control baby And don't hate on me man, cause I smell like that doja And you smokin on that Bobby Brown Uh, yeah |
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| 0:58 |
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Woah, Woah, Woah (You'z A Trick)
Woah, Woah, Woah Here we go! <i>[Chorus: x4]</i> Don't spend no money I'm a pimp - I'm a pimp Why you keep spendin money - you'ze a trick You'z a trick (You'z a trick) Aye once again I'm back with the flow to make all ya'll haters mad I'm at the club every night but I ain't trickin cash poppin bottles, fuckin models you know we do it big clip with hollows if you follow me I'm a split ya wig we thirty deep at the club we all iced out Clover G's party until they cut the lights off drinkin, smokin, chillin you know we get it crunk boy VVS's in my ear this how you stunt boy on the East they roll dutches-we smokin blunts boy when we get in town look at the line in the front boy now listen ma you know you rollin with a G right and half of my crew already got three stripes ya'll gettin three mics-I'm gettin four and better that nigga wanna fuck you I just want yo'cheddar I'm on another level, take a look at my bezzel if yo'baby daddy wanna fight-tell him it's whatever <i>[Chorus]</i> Aye I got my cash up, my top down-these hoes think I'm hot now grippin grain, diamond chain five karat rocks now don't nobody get it poppin like my crew do it if the music too fast homey I'm a Screw it 24's on H2's drop top, candy blue ya friend wanna leave with me, but shit I'm tryna leave with you I can show you off my game, pimpin ain't gon'never change get my money in arrange you might get a Clover chain I be drivin state to state pimpin hoes, makin cake Clover G's collared shirt, tennis shoes baby they (woooh) I do drive but half of the time I'm too high alligator air force ones girl I'm too fly (wooooh) cause I'm caked up-my wrist Jac'd up I don't know why these niggaz hate us but I'm a stay paid and chop on blades cause everytime you trick my money get made (yeah) <i>[Chorus]</i> "You'z a trick" - <i>[repeated until the end]</i> |
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| 3:35 |
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| 16. |
| 4:24 |
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Juicy J: DJ Paul, Juicy J productions, Hypnotize Minds, SHUT DA F**K UUUPPP.
Lil' Flip: Let's do it nigga, pay attention. BRING IT BACK X8 Verse #1: Lil' Flip Now if i front you an o / and once you make all ya doe And if you steal from me nigga / cause my homies kill for me nigga Will cut off ya head / duck tap it to ya leg And yo partners can get it too / now they pumpin on his chest cause they tryin to (BRING EM BACK) I told ya nigga you supposed to (BRING A GAT) / buts that what you get when you talk behind my back. So tell my foes they can get it anytime / cause when im on dat shit yea i got it on my mind Here we go Hook: Lil' Flip X2 3 2 1 go / imma let you know / deez rap niggas hoes Look you dont wanna fight cause i'll break yo shit / and you dont want drama wit da Clover G click (Yea) Verse #2: DJ Paul See nigga dis dope is cutless / flip my knife, it's a black cutless Shady paint wit da quarter top rags / gotta for cheap, we can't brag Hataz playin but they better have a plan B / i got a glock everytime that they see me And imma buss till my clips outta business / and there won't be no witness See imma do you bitches clean by da book / wit no murder weapons or talkers about nut See i ain't no troublemaker just like to smoke bud / but you triple six wannabee's got me misunderstood. Hook: Lil' Flip X2 Verse #3: Juicy J When we make a little cheese den deez niggas start to hate / for a rappin or a jackin or a d pushin weight / don't get made at the juicy cause i hustle till it's late / and you sober pasted out wit yo face in a plate / Heard you never get no pussy so you holdin down brake / ridin round in rental cars like you head of the state / tryin to cut niggas deals in da trunk he got da baken / soda i thought i told ya he'll get ya cause he fake Since i rap don't be thinkin / i cant leave yo body stankin / yes we do a lot of drugs and whole lot of drinkin In dis business yeah it's gangstas but dis hatin imma finish / imma hit you in da mouth and send you back to the dentist Hook: Lil' Flip X2 Beat rides out |
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| 2:32 |
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<i>[Hook - 2x]</i>
I never meant, to break your heart But you know how life go, shit happen But you know, I still got your back And I just, wanna tell you that <i>[Lil' Flip]</i> Many nights you waited up, but I never called back And everytime I had a show, I would tell you to fall back I know you think I got chicks, in every state I know my lifestyle fast, but I'ma pump my breaks At the beginning, everything was cool I use to leave the studio, and pick you up from school You was there, when I had to eat Ramon noodles If you ain't careful, stress is what the game'll do ya I got the world, on my shoulders That's why I lace my girl, with a Clover I know you worried, cause I stay in the streets ma But don't worry, cause I roll thirty deep ma I'm good <i>[Hook]</i> <i>[Lil' Flip]</i> At first it was restaurants, then the movies Now you typing crazy messages, in my two-way But it's time though, I meet a million hoes But they ain't like you, cause they ain't got pretty toes You know thugs, never let they feelings show But anytime you wanna talk, just let me know Cause I got your back, we a perfect match It's me and you against the world, who's stopping that <i>[Hook - 2x]</i> <i>[Lil' Flip]</i> I like to see you, with no make-up on I like to see you with a Jacob on, now do your thang girl If you wanna get to know me, just holla girl Have you ever rode, in a drop top Impala girl I could turn a good girl, into a bad girl I got you rocking black ice, no more black pearls I can't lie, I want your body in the worst way I fly to Cali in the morning, I'll be back Thursday |
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| 3:35 |
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Eh, we on our way to the after party
If you don?t know you better ask somebody Get on the dance floor grab somebody We gon' crash the party then pack the lobby Look you can roll with a pimp like me And chill at my spot for the weekend, eh And if you play it right we gon' do it again Look I don?t really care if it?s a black or white hoe As long as she fine and she ain?t no psycho Spittin' my venom, gun in my denim ready to pop It stop rainin', so I hadda pull out my drop Common ma go and let your hair back Why you actin' all stuck up, we can't have that Why you talking 'bout your ex so much You need to stop takin' ex so much, ye, ye Tell you friends we on the 15th floor And they can come pick you up at fo', oh-no Just holla back when you want some more And I'ma put it on you like a pro I know you like pimp and smirn' off Now take you skirt off Your bra and shirt off, let do da damn thing I'm done drinkin' champagne, I'ma call it a night Eat breakfast in the mornin' then catch my flight, I'm gone Eh, we on our way to the after party If you don?t know you better ask somebody Get on the dance floor grab somebody We gon' crash the party then pack the lobby Look you can roll with a pimp like me And chill at my spot for the weekend, eh And if you play it right we gon' do it again Back of the club all we do is roll with it If you think I'm in love girl, you don?t know me I don?t show off, I like to keep it low key But it's kinda hard, look at my Roley 35 carats, each rock is 4 G?s Pistol on my hip, I roll like an old G I had to show ya?ll I can switch up the flow Clover G records, we about to blow Look I can take a half and make it a brick I can take a weak track and make it a hit I can take a nobody and make 'em a star I think these hoes just wanna fuck my car But I don?t give a damn cause I'm rich as fuck ya?ll If you got beef with me then fuck ya?ll I'm from the streets I ain't gotta duck ya?ll We 30 deep in the clup my nigga Eh, we on our way to the after party If you don?t know you better ask somebody Get on the dance floor grab somebody We gon' crash the party then pack the lobby Look you can roll with a pimp like me And chill at my spot for the weekend, eh And if you play it right we gon' do it again |
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No where to go down these dead end roads
I tried to flee, just to free my soul It's a sanction, which way to go I don't know(I don't know) I tried the highways, but the highways closed Now I'm blinded by a dusty road Uncertain which way to go, to find my way back home, to Texas (Lil Flip Talking) Yea, I want you to walk with me I done been through alot of struggles Alot of ups and downs Yall think it's a cake walk (Chorus) Tell me why I cant see where I'm goin No When everybody else sees Where I'm comin from And I don't know why I travel down these dead end roads I gotta turn this car around and find my way home. (Lil Flip) Will you listen to my music do you feel my shit Look I don't need punch lines cuz I live my shit A lot of cats sellin their soul for radio play That's why we need more rappers like Common n Kanye Nigga scared to be broke so they fake it to make it If my album went gold I'd still be the greatest Back in the days I would get caught for truency But now I'm puttin money back in my community I took my homies out the hood n now they got jobs Cuz there's more to life then dodgin cop cars I played the block hard n now I play the pop charts But now I'm getting dumb money cuz I got smart (Chorus) Tell me why I can't see where I'm goin No When everybody else sees Where I'm comin from And I don't know why I travel down these dead end roads I gotta turn this car around And find my way home. (Lil Flip) Hey yo I never seen a man cry til I seen a man die So when you talk to me look me in my damn eyes Cuz I been through it all and my scars prove it Cuz when it come to that paper homie Ima do it I just rhyme part time you better know it These lines commin from my mind so I never wrote it I keep my nine by my spine so I never show it Yeah im addicted to pine but I never grow it And the reason I got signed is cuz im a poet Half of my niggas doin time but im focused Thats why im stayin on the grind if u havent noticed That old cadillac transformed fully loaded (Chorus) Tell me why I can't see where I'm goin No When everybody else sees Where I'm comin from And I don't know why I travel down these dead end roads I gotta turn this car around And find my way home. When ya new album drop everybody ya friend Niggas actin like they down but I know they pretend I used to scrape up money for studio time I'm like Jay-Z homie I remember my rhymes Ain't nobody helped me out when my cash was low My bills commin to fast so I had to blow And I walked by fate not by sight Cuz I know G-O-D will guide me right I take the bitter with the sweet I know u feel my pain Why we gotta get harassed when we board the plane I ain't tryin to preach to ya but I hope you relate Cuz even at a dead end you gotta find your way OK OK (Chorus) Tell me why I can't see where I'm goin No When everybody else sees Where I'm comin from And I don't know why I travel down these dead end roads I gotta turn this car around And find my way home. (Lil Flip talking) Yeah I wanna dedicate this track right here to my grandparents You know They stuck with me Through thick n thin You know what I'm sayin since day one. I got my family. You know I ain't got no back problem. So I dedicated this to you. Pray to God you gonna find a way. Holla back. |
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