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-clip from 'Ballin' On a Budget-
R Prophit- "Right here, I'm R. Prophit, a.k.a., the Galloping Ghost." Big V- "Big V. Sex, money, and bud." B. Still- "Yeah, B. Still, a.k.a., the Black Stillion. Yeuh." Skinny Deville- "Whasup, Saan, a.k.a., Skinny Deville." Scales- "What's up, Fish Scales, a.k.a., Big Bud, Sloppy Drunk, you know that." -laughing- Ron Clutch- "And last but not least, Ron Clutch. |
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| 3:40 | 
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| 3. |
| 4:41 |
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| 4. |
| 4:28 |
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[Chorus: Scales (girl)]
(La la la la la la la la la) Round and around the pole she goes (La la la la la la la la la) Round and around the pole she goes [Verse: Scales (girl)] Yo, uh, uh, yo Uh, I don't want it from the back I wanna see the pretty face when I hit it like that (like that?) Scales's on 'tack, club, out the clothes We can take it to the 'lac, we can do it in the back Hey girl, that's fat (what?) If I hit that you gonna keep comin' back Like this that crack Hey damn you stacked Your momma hates sin And your daddy's just black, I'll leave it at that I keep it intact, keep it exact New pair of shoes with the elegant straps (okay) Do what I do is an intelligent mack I'll beat it like that, then treat it like that (oh) Then skeet it like that Taste this here, now eat it, right Hold on, hold on, my mom might hear this (No, go on, say it) Nah, it's nasty Quit that, uh [Chorus: B. Stille (girl)] (La la la la la la la la la) Round and around the pole she goes (La la la la la la la la la) Round and around the pole she goes [Verse: Skinny (girl)] Shit shorty, lookin' like a barbie Doll on the pole, shakin' ass for the dough (what's up?) We blow with a pocket full of ones She's cold, lookin' hotter than the sun Thick thighs, ass in a thong Gotta get a lap dance at the end of the song I'm tricked on my singles and the momma was gone She dead wrong and the game hits strong Hang on, let me break another hundred (wanna dance?) Hit the ATM for to get some more money Bartender, let me another Grand Marn-ier Just got paid Shorty, I know you been here all day Can I get a dance, the next drink's on me What's your name? (Baby) Damn you're a pretty thing, do what the nigga sayin' [Chorus: B. Stille (girl)] (La la la la la la la la la) Round and around the pole she goes (La la la la la la la la la) Round and around the pole she goes [Verse: B. Stille] Get low, clean that pole Climb up fast, slide down slow (that's right) Girl, teach that class Make that cash, shake that ass (all night) I'ma trip on my honey dip Dip 'til my money clip empty (what's good?) Enough with that young shit Wanna quit tryin' to tempt me? (let's do it) Tell me how you gon' act Follow you to the back Like I'm glued to your back, girl (who's the mack?) We can cruise in the 'lac While we groove to the track But due to the fact I done blew through a stack Let a dude hit the cat What you know 'bout this pimpin'? (get paid) I'ma spin this track when I put you in pole position (Now swing) [Chorus: B. Stille (girl)] (La la la la la la la la la) Round and around the pole she goes (La la la la la la la la la) Round and around the pole she goes [Bridge: girl (B. Stille) (2X)] La la la la la la la la la Better shake that thing Better work that pole Better get that dough, oh Better shake that thing Better work that pole Better get that dough, oh (Round and around the pole she goes) |
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| 5. |
| 3:49 |
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| 6. |
| 4:12 |
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[Verse: Skinny Deville]
If them niggas wanna play Let them ball till fall dog Me, I want it all, y'all From here to Californi-a Hit the button, get the On-star Pull up if your front yard And fuck up your ordinary day It's the N-A-P-P-Y, y'all On the grind 'cuz time's hard Find me sippin' Grand Marn-ier At the bar with a bad broad Yes I drive a fast car Holla if you're tryin' to get laid That's on my son, Billy Kay Best believe I'ma get you paid And represent the motherfuckin' K How I was raised, that's the way And you live by this shit, then you die by the same I ain't trippin', puttin' half on the Jane I'm gettin' good about this math and even better 'bout my change I hug the lane like I'm drivin' with the wide load I'm comin' down, country clean, forever bona fide, ho [Bridge (2X)] So whatcha know about it? Ain't nothin' slow about it That boy sure got it Give a fuck about nobody [Chorus (2X)] Swerve and lean Swerve and lean Swerve and lean Bounce with it, bounce with it [Verse: Skinny Deville] Yeah, Skinny pull in a Range Not the sport, but the big body Supercharged, 24 inches, leather with the wood grain Sunshine or the rain, ain't a motherfucking thing Hit a button, watch it take off like a plane For the cash, not the fame I'm the last one to laugh and get it all 'fore the fat lady sings See me shine without the bling Got a bitch to wear my diamonds and I got a watch they call a bright Lane Country clean on the right team Some haters want to fight me But I ain't got nothin' but the flame That's so bright from my forty cal' ri' 'Fore you run your mouth Change your face like L'Oreal, dang That nigga sly with his slang slump Fifty-five, don't give a fuck Especially 'bout no sucker ass, lame I come and snatch your lil' chain Put a hundred on the situation that you won't do a damn thing [Bridge (2X)] [Chorus (2X)] [Verse: Skinny Deville] Yo, they try to call me in-sane The way I flip it up the wall, man Bitches on my dick, 'specially 'cause the way I let my nuts hang They call me billy big balls Ain't shit she can tell me dog I'm raw for seven, twenty-four, damn I know I'm worth a couple hundred grand And I ain't spittin' another verse until I got my money in my hand And we gon' stick to the plan Swerve and lean on these suckers Makin' sure you city slickers understand That the dollars never made the man Plain as day they never did Nappy's what I represent I run this shit, call me Skinny D, the president Drop it down so effortless I'm slummer than you've ever been [Bridge (2X)] [Chorus (2X)] [Chorus (2X)] Bounce with it, bounce with it Bounce with it, bounce with it |
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| 7. |
| 4:21 |
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ITS NAPPY HOUR
A YO STREET COUNTRY BOYZ IS BACK ITS 6 O' CLOCK ITS TIME TO HAVE A GOOD DAY I GOT UP THIS MORNIN AND I SAID IMA DO SOMETHIN FOR THE UNITED STREETS OF AMERICA SO I GOT NAPPY ROOTS IN HERE I GOT BIG AL 3 6 IN HERE THIS IS GREG STREET CERTIFIED AND TODAY YEA YOUR GONNA SEE ANOTHER STREET BOY PLAYIN THE PIANO [CHORUS] WE'RE GONNA HAVE WE'RE GONNA HAVE A GOOD DAY AND ALL MY HOMIES GONNA RIDE TODAY AND ALL THESE MOMMIES LOOK FLY TODAY AND ALL WE WANT DO IS GET BY TODAY hhheeeyyy WE'RE GONNA HAVE A GOOD DAY AND AIN'T NOBODY GOTTA CRY TODAY CAUSE AIN'T NOBODY GONNA DIE TODAY YOU CAN SAVE THAT TROUBLE FOR ANOTHER DAY hhheeeyyy WE'RE GONNA HAVE A GOOD DAY HAIR LINE FRESH NEW COLOGNE ON FEELIN SO GOOD CHANGE THE COLOR TO MY PHONE ORANGE COOL-AID GO GOOD WITH PATRONE (O NO HELL NO BOY) IS STILL MY RING TONE FREE CAR WASH HAD TO CLEAN UP MY DODGE GIVE BACK WHEN I CAN JUST PLAYIN MY PART CHURCH FOLKS HAD A FISH FRY MUSTARD HOT SAUSE LIGHT BREAD FRENCH FRY LOVE FOR THE BIG GUY HIT THE PARK BLOWIN SHOWIN OFF THEY HOPS NAPPY ROOTS ON THE RADIO AND YOU KNOW IT HOT LAST NIGHT IT HIT THE BIG THREE BOUGHT SOME AIR FORCE ONE'S FOUR TALL TEE'S MAN IM LOVIN BG [CHORUS] WE'RE GONNA HAVE A GOOD DAY AND I AIN'T WORRIED BOUT WAT NOBODY SAY CAUSE IM STILL ABOVE GROUND AND THATS A REASON TO PRAY GOT MY CAR CLEANED UP NOW IM READY TO PLAY MAKE A CALL TO THE STICKS SAY IM HEADIN THAT WAY HEARD MY COUSIN COOKIN OUT GOT TO GET ME A PLATE GOT THIS NEW OUTFIT AIN'T EVEN OUT IN THE STATES SO IF I AINT SPEAKIN TO SOON ITS A HELL OF A DAY AND THIS STINKY GOT ME SITTIN IN A HELL OF A PLAY GOT MY STUNNA SHADES ON AND A GRIN ON MY FACE NEW GRILL LOOKS MEAN BUT I SWEAR IM STRAIGHT AND THE HOOD SHOWIN LOVE SO IM A O KAY [CHORUS] YO WE MIGHT AS WELL DO EXACTLY WAT THE CHILDREN SAY TAKE THE DAY OFF HIT THE PARK AND JUST HANG BAR-B-Q ROLL A FEW AND PUT UP THE DEUCE AND IF ITS ITS BEEF PUT THE PEACE DOWN AND THROW UP THE DUKES ITS TIME TO CHANGE OUR WAYS SO WE CAN SAY TODAY FOR THE CHILDREN SAKE AND MAKE A BETTER PLACE TO PLAY IF ITS ALL GOOD YOU GOT YOUR GROUP AND GRIP YOUR WOOD AND IF YOUR RIDIN DIRTY JUST LIGHT THE FLIP AND BLOW YA BUT DO IT REAL BIG EXACTLY LIKE A PLAYA SHOULD ENJOY YOUR 24 DO YA THING AND REP YA HOOD THE WORLD IS ALL YOURS BUT STILL WE ALL GRIND FOREVER AND A DAY THE CHOICE YOU MAKE IS REALLY ALL FINE |
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| 8. |
| 4:29 |
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It was a ho-down, another ho-down
It was a ho-down, another ho-down Walked into the club and farted Damn! Look at shawty off in the cut actin' naughty Eye contact, made sure that she saw me Said y'all, don't get it twisted like I'm ballin' Down south stripper from New Orleans, thick as mud Baby show me love, with a little tittie rub Said, "Hit me later on baby, maybe we can what? " Said, "Sound like a plan" with my hand on her butt But shit hit the fan sho' nuff, nigga hold up Baby doll had a man, matta fact was a soldier Ain't that a beyotch! He was sittin' on the sofa Smokin' on some doja, tryna see some exposure Had the whole spot sold up, legs tired Bar done closed up, all of a sudden her man showed up Automobiles, planes, and locomotives Train with the focus see both ran through hunger Tag-teamed that beyotch, then I called my niggaz over They smashed in the 'Lac, popped that twat like a soda Fuckin' with his wife so you know when I ain't sober And niggaz in the back seat with the freak in the Nova, it was a ho-down I can't believe that she's real, it was a ho-down The way she makes me feel, another ho-down If you knew what I knew, it was a ho-down You would be down in there too, another ho-down Uh, now peep game of a star, stepped out the car Walked through the door, checked the bitch at the bar Eyin' her down, while I split my cigar Can I offer you a drink or some dick in the park? You know I'm just sayin' that to get you mad But you knowin' damn well I wanna hit yo' ass Yo I ain't the type of nigga that be jumpin' the gun But you lookin' like a dime piece and I'm huntin for one What's ya name? Nah, better yet, what's ya game? Wanna ride in the Navigator, switchin' four lanes? Or chill up in the bedroom, sniffin' cocaine? Said she's the type of girl to get down with no shame And everything I said before was no thang We ran outside, and jumped in the ride Next thing I know I'm gettin' head while I drive Eyes open wide, down 65, it's a ho-down I can't believe that she's real, it was a ho-down The way she makes me feel, another ho-down If you knew what I knew, it was a ho-down You would be down in there too, another ho-down I can't believe that she's real, it was a ho-down The way she makes me feel, another ho-down If you knew what I knew, it was a ho-down You would be down in there too, another ho-down It was a ho-down, I knew it was all great When the hoe caught me late in room 508 Oh, she got live on tape, the price was low-rate Plus she had a nice showcase, you thought she was ya soul mate? Just because she got some shove in her can Doesn't mean your 'sposed to go and fall in love with her man Kissin' and huggin' and actin', in love with her, man Takin' her out to restaurants and, rubbin' her hands If you knew what I knew, you wouldn't do what you do But it's true that you, had no clue what she do 'Cause you trust her through thick and thin You missed it when, she was gettin' live offa fifth of Gin Get rammed in by me, while she lick my friends When she finally came home you probably kissed her then, lame-o The more you tried to claim the hoe was an angel The quicker I realized the freak was a stank-hoe, it was a ho-down I can't believe that she's real The way she makes me feel, another ho-down If you knew what I knew You would be down in there too, it was a ho-down I can't believe that she's real, it was a ho-down The way she makes me feel, another ho-down If you knew what I knew, it was a ho-down You would be down in there too, another ho-down I can't believe that she's real, it was a ho-down The way she makes me feel, another ho-down If you knew what I knew, it was a ho-down You would be down in there too, another ho-down It was a ho-down, another ho-down It was a ho-down, another ho-down |
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| 3:52 |
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| 3:24 |
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| 3:22 |
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(feat. Greg Nice)
No Static, no static, got an automatic No Static, no no static, no static, no static Too much of anything makes you an addict Take a nigga back to tobacco road I'd give my old soul what it's asking fo I'm trying to find where them angels sing at Where X and King at So listen for the knowledge I bring back Cause cigarette pack and duece bottle Blue collar ain't too much we can do father Taketh me I live life so anxiously Tell me this is bout more than sex and buying weed Maybe but anyway we burn daily, sip baileys, early sex, Unwanted babies, scream push till I push daises Pops raised me through this blind crooked and crazy world I'm just riding along see where it takes me Keep buying cars and rims until it breaks me I'm fold like bread on a loose sandwhich, too damaged Still I've got to slow down and find a balance No static got an automatic Too much of anything makes you an addict No static got an automatic Too much of anything makes you an addict No no static got an automatic Too much of anything makes you an addict No no static got an automatic Too much of anything makes you an addict You spend a lot of long nights trying to make it like an open flame Smoking jane posted on this porch I got this close to fame without the leroy But we live forever wood and leather Slum is in my village like them niggas in Detroit What up though? It's all or none and I'm going for the gusto And everyday is cut throat but I don't give a fuck yo Gutter bread slice it different ways I got some shit to say, split the swisher, pack the hay, Roll it up and hit the bitch Addicted to this country living giving it my all dog Raw till I fall y'all here to california And back again trafficing like rog what's happening I'm traveling looking for the kill like I'm bill I'll My own right left without my soul tight Roll threw a cold night Swerving on a country road Six pack of michalobs, o with some funky dro Two much of anything can make a nigga lose control No static got an automatic Too much of anything makes you an addict No static got an automatic Too much of anything makes you an addict No no static got an automatic Too much of anything makes you an addict No no static got an automatic Too much of anything makes you an addict See I love my reefa, love my ganets And I don't fit into society I'm a menace Slap my balls on ya rack like tennis And turn the henney up and don't stop till I'm finished I'm pissy drunk, one shot might get me crunk Not to mention shawty rollin up like 50 blunts Got nappy in this bitch Sticks to the bricks I'm a cowboy dog it's to the face though mix We go 90 in the slow lane with just enough to traffic Cross the line bout 40 times a week on an average Forward then backwards packaged like a sack lunch Ridin dirty, high as fuck, puffin on a bad blunt What's ya ass want? Nappy serve it all day Always keep it caddy hoggin dog it's all wood Too much of anything can make ya think it's all good Got an automatic skinny devil and we all should No static got an automatic No static, no no static Too much of anything makes you an addict Too much of anything makes you an addict |
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| 3:52 |
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| 4:58 |
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Boy say to me, he say
"Ay Yuk, what's yo favorite city?" And I say "West Virginia, that's my hometown" Take me back to West VA Take me back to Charleston It's them doggone busy city streets That I'm ridin' to get far from Ridin' to a small town Ridin' to a small town Take me back to Massachusetts Take me back to Cape Cod It's them doggone big ol' city buildings I'm ridin' to escape from Ridin' to a small town Ridin' to a small town Yo, I ride past beautiful cow fields Top down, see how the air feels I see trees that was here before me Seem like each one's telling a story I just wanna go hit the local bar Where the owner's fat and smoke cigars Where country girls attracted me Seems like everybody works in a factory Where they ship they goods to bigger places A city light just could never replace this Where high school sports is what we live for Hit the lotto, and next week you still poor In a small town Take me back to West VA Take me back to Charleston It's them doggone busy city streets That I'm ridin' to get far from Ridin' to a small town Ridin' to a small town Take me back to Massachusetts Take me back to Cape Cod It's them doggone big ol' city buildings I'm ridin' to escape from Ridin' to a small town Ridin' to a small town They say the whole damn world is country Small town livin', dad a porch monkey Dirt road and gravel, anywhere you travel Mechanic is the sheriff is the judge with the gavel Everybody cousin 'cause everybody kin Piggly Wiggly, one school, everybody friends From high school football to family reunions Movin' at the speed of life, drunk by noon and That's my uncle, I know everybody got one Freaky ass white girl, daddy got a shotgun Fly through the town, ya blink ya might miss it City slicker in the country, wish you come visit Come on down, come on down Come on down, come on down Come on down, come on down Come on down, come on down Uh, I like that shit Lil' Yuk, what you think about that right there? Like, man, uh, I like North Carolina I like Kentucky, Tennessee, like I don't wanna, I wanna see something important And take a right and right there at it I don't like all that traffic Man, I like to get where I'm going I like people with things on they mind like "Let's have a good time, let's sit on the porch" That's what I was telling my homeboy Plump down in Duluth You know, in Georgia, we was gonna kick it and do it way big He always show us around at the office And like why you go to the office? I'm like, man, that's some real people Comin' from a small town And that's where I'm from And that's where reality That's Nappy Roots That's Fish Scales and that's Clutch An that's B. Stille and that's Skinny Deville That's V, that's, that's history, man You know when you from the country Everything's cool, you know Give us a front porch, give us a thing of Patron And give us, you know a few Corona, a Red Stripe You know, things like that Budweiser if ya money's low But we gonna have a good time, man We comin from a small town Bowling Green, Kentucky, Milledgeville, Georgia You know thangs like that I like 'Catawpa, Mississippi, you know, Florida All them places like that, small town Still love for LA and Chicago But when I wanna kick I wanna be in a small town Take me back to West VA Take me back to Charleston It's them doggone busy city streets That I'm ridin' to get far from Ridin' to a small town Ridin' to a small town Take me back to Massachusetts Take me back to Cape Cod It's them doggone big ol' city buildings I'm ridin' to escape from Ridin' to a small town Ridin' to a small town |
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