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from Xxx (트리플 X) by Randy Edelman [ost] (2002)
Whassup Fresh? It's our turn, baby?
Gator boots with the pimped out Gucci suits (With the Gucci suits) Ain't got no job, but I stay sharp (Ehh-Ehh Ehh-Ehh, I stay sharp) Can't pay my rent, cause all my money's spent (I can't pay my rent) But that's okay, cause I'm Still Fly (Uh, Uh, Damn! Cause I'm so fly) Got a quarter tank of gas - in my new E class (In my E-Class Benz) Cause that's alright, cause I'm gon' ride (Hmm-Mmm) Got everythang - in my momma name (We got everythang, in my momma name) But I'm Hood Rich - dadah-dadah da-dah da-dah da-dah (Uh-Huh!) Get your car *cuh-ck-cuh-cuh* car play gems gone shine Instead momma get a bling - baby girl let's ride (Let's Ride) You a number one stunna, and we gon' glide and go straight to the mall and tear down the inside Do that Prada, Gucci, full length leather Bourbon's cool or Coogi sweater (Sweater) Twenty-inches pop my feather The Birdman daddy I fly in any weather Alligator seats with the head in the inside Swine on the dash, G-wagon is So Fly Number one don't tangle and twist it When it come to these cars I am that nigga The *cuh-ck-cuh-cuh* Coogi with the matchin interior Three wheel ride with the tire in the middle It's Fresh and Stunner and we like brothas We shine like paint daddy - it's our Summer Gator boots with the pimped out Gucci suits Ain't got no job, but I stay sharp Can't pay my rent, cause all my money's spent But that's okay, cause I'm Still Fly Got a quarter tank of gas - in my new E class But that's alright, cause I'm gon' ride Got everythang - in my momma name But I'm Hood Rich - dadah-dadah da-dah da-dah da-dah Have you ever seen a crocodile seats in the truck Turn around sit it down and let 'em bite your butt See the steeling is Fendi, dashboard Armani With your baby momma - player, is where you can find me? Cruisin through the parking lot on twenty fours (Coming Through The Hood On 'Em Twenty Fo's) Cadillac Esclade with the chromed out nose With an navigation arrow headed straight to your spot Where your wife really love me cause the sex is so hot Put the Caddy up, start the three wheel Benz (Skiiiiiirt!) Hyper white lights, ultra Violet lens Suma-tuma tires and they gotta be run flat TV with a horn goin (UH UHHH) "Boy can you top that?" I'ma show you some shit - rookie press that button The trunk went (Ehh-Ehh) and all of a sudden Four fifteen's - didn't see no wires And then I heard (Boom!) from the amplifiers Gator boots with the pimped out Gucci suits Ain't got no job, but I stay sharp Can't pay my rent, cause all my money's spent But that's okay, cause I'm Still Fly Got a quarter tank of gas - in my new E class But that's alright, cause I'm gon' ride Got everythang - in my momma name But I'm Hood Rich - dadah-dadah da-dah da-dah da-dah (ay, ay, ay, ay) Lemme slide in the Benz (Shit!) with the fished out fins Prowler an loud pipes - Drinkin the Henn' It's the Birdie-Birdie Man - I'll do it again In a Cadillac Trucks twenty fo's with tints Looking at my Gucci - it's about that time Six bad broads flying in that nine New Suburban Truck with the porno showing Up and down {*orgasm*} and up they go and.. Bodies on the Roadster - Lexus you know what? That hard-top beamer (ay, ay) yo Ma', that's your truck I come in up the hood and Lovely New shoes on the whip and I wake up to Bubbly (Bubbly) Four-thirty Lex with the convertable top And the rims keeps spinning everytime I stop Got a superman Benz that I scored from Shaq With a ol' school Caddy with a "diamond in the back" |
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from Undisputed (언디스퓨티드) by Stanley Clarke [ost] (2002)
(Mannie Fresh)
My phone went ring bout a quarter to four Its Kevin's old bitch sayin open the door She said Tracey told Lisa that you put it on her And Lisa told Gwynn that you wanted to bone her See the pussy is incredible the mouth is a fool I brought a friend, you know Gwynn can you make her say ohhhhhh If ya fuck me, Baby, Stone, Mikkey, and Lac Freckle Face Bobby, me again, then Jack I need it twice I'm nothin' nice when I'm slangin the dick And I like it when you dikin with the whole damn clique This is a day in the life of a Big Tymer yall Get the money, get the bitches, get the weed lets ball Next time you chillin just kissin ya chick That funny taste in her mouth might be my dick To the bitches in the hood this is where ya find a Dick slangin, pickle hangin anaconda Ssssssssss Ohhhhhh ohhhhhh Hot hot Ohhhhhh ohhhh (Baby) I slap hoes, Mack ride on O's I done gon '82 slant back el do's I'm a dawg about my money, G about this game I love pretty women and I do the damn thang I shine like penitentiary floors But not just me homie its every nigga I know It's a 808 nigga, cook and shake nigga Beats make money and Mannie Fresh made this cake nigga Suga Slim let these leeches off my neck Sayen Stunna slow down and hold your best You gave yo best shot and you still gon' lose While we ride new whips on 22's You a pussy mutha fucker shoulda been cutting y'all lose I knew it wasn't in ya, I knew you wasn't true I'm a G from the heart got it tattoed on my brain Wont back up on ya stunnin'? Aint neva gon change Ohhhh ohhhhh Hot hot Ohhhh ohhhh (Mannie Fresh) Bitch I took your Regal without the desert eagle Yall don't want beef with me and my people How could y'all say y'all was hot niggas Frozen cup, orange duck, fake ass figgas Together we stand so I got a new crew If y'all feel fuck me then fuck y'all to Yall got guns, we got missiles Clear whole blocks burn niggas to gristles (Baby) I'm Stunna ak you know who I am The Birdman 3-peat with my dick in my hands I ride big whips, tired of talken bout this shit I watched jive niggas turn ta snitch Runnin' round talken CMB eat a dick If it wasn't for me y'all niggas wouldn't be shit I'm a gangsta nigga I stand my own ground Mutha fucka I run Uptown Ohhhhhhh ohhhhhh Hot hot Hot hot Hot hot We drop it like its hot I put my ice on it I put my life on it I put my wife on it We drop it like its hot I put the 3rd on it I put my word on it Bet 100 birds on it We drop it like its hot Hood rat put a fur on it 2 double X 2 with the purr on it We drop it like its hot We Big Tymers we spit game Nigga we aint rhymers We drop it like its hot We drop it like its hot I put my ice on it I put my life on it I put my wife on it We drop it like its hot I put the 3rd on it I put my word on it Bet 100 birds on it We drop it like its hot |
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from Hardball (하드볼) by Mark Isham [ost] (2001)
(Mannie Fresh)
"True Story.. Fa shoooe-zy." (Mannie Fresh (Verse 1)) Who rock *shit* that you never seen befo'? The Jordans go to me, then Mike, then the sto'. Two-way beepers.. with built in speakers. Three inch woofers.. one inch tweeters. The one and only.. Mac-like-roni, Shive-like-Rob, *bitch* and Pretty-like-Tony, Trucks.. big leather rotatin' beds. ((MEOWW!)) Siberian tiger spreads. They call me "Emmit" cause I only ride twenty two's, Emmit Smith, number "22".. Get it dude? Smoke so much, body smell like... weed. If I got cut Cristal is what I'd bleed. Got money? Then *bitch* come early. Got a Benz, come out in 2030. Cartier frames that make me look nerdy... Now who's the baller now WHARDIE??? (Lac (Chorus 2x)) Go-on hate me.. You can't break me. Used'to ride new *shit*, but not none lately. Wha'sup *nigga?* Still ride old schools? '84 Cutlass with the European lights fool. (Baby (Verse 2)) Give me a "dove", and watch how I flip the *bitch*.. One, two, three, four, five slick. Uno.. dos'e... Bentley's and Rover's, Jag's, Hummer's, Rag's... it's over! Put the kit up, *nigga*, let's break it down. Hit the curb, bust the tires, I'm *fucked* up now. Whip my wheel.. twenty inches. Catch my thrills.. I been pimpin. Look, I ice my life.. *Fuck* what's right! Twenty on the four-wheel.. fit it tight. Do..nuts...in a truck. Corvette lights.. on a pickup. Baby girl on the bus.... jump off! Step on Ealton and Cleave.... break off! Bentleys on Gold D's... *Niggas* say I'm trippin' but ya'll *niggas* gon' let me be me. Whodi! Let me live this life.. Whodi! I done earned my stripes.. I'm Gold'ie! I'm a pimp for life.. I'm Platinum! Let me shoot the dice.. (Lac (Chorus 2x)) (Stone (Verse 3)) Look... I push a kitted, tinted Lex. Steering wheel on the right. Bubble-eye, eggshell, with the extra pipes. Rich *nigga*, I got money to buy extra life. Now I'm mind'ed to be in hell to try to make me trife. So it's my life to live with three strikes on me? With a .4-5 in my six to keep the lights off me. Like I'm a seven-figure *nigga* draped ice, homie. And for eight or nine years, Ten been the price for a key.. (Verse Four: Lac) I got some *shit*.. Why not stunt? This is much bigger then broke *niggas* with gold fronts, Big rocks in my watch like 'Montz.. Got quarters on my trucks, and a hatch full'uh Punch. Got a Bentley and a Jag, *nigga*... With some twenty-inch Mag, *nigga*... License plate say "Bad *Nigga*".. Got a new bike, chromed and stretched. Got a 50 for my son that I love to death... (Lac (Chorus 4x)) |
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from Big Tymers - Hood Rich (2002)
(Manny Fresh)
Yeah, mmm hmmm This one goes out to all the pretty young ladies out there in pretty young lady land mmm hmmm see what I'm sayin I want you to just peep over your shoulders hunny... ya see (Manny Fresh) Now lets get it understood (Oh Yeah) That I'm treat her real good (Oh Yeah) And I'm a love her all my life (Oh Yeah) And keep her flooded with ice (Oh Yeah) Now just take my hand (Oh Yeah) You'se my woman I'm your man (Oh Yeah) Now you the one that I done chose (Oh Yeah) And I don't love them other hoes (Oh Yeah) Now make them niggas understand (Oh Yeah) You already got a man (Oh Yeah) You need a player that's strong (Oh Yeah) And that'll never do you wrong (Oh Yeah) And if them boys try to touch (Oh Yeah) You should kick them in the nuts (Oh Yeah) Cause them tittys just right (Oh Yeah) Make a player wanna bite (Oh Yeah) Cause I'm your one and only lover (Oh Yeah) And we don' have to use a rubber (Oh Yeah) Now look what we done did (Oh yeah) Messed around and had some kids (Oh Yeah) (Chorus) DADDIE...You make me feel like a star Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah DADDIE... Can I get the keys to the car? Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah You rollin' with me, I'm rollin with you DADDIE it's what ever you wanna do You rollin' with me, I'm rollin with you DADDIE it's what ever you wanna do You rollin' with me, I'm rollin with you DADDIE it's what ever you wanna do You rollin' with me, I'm rollin with you DADDIE it's what ever you wanna do (Baby) (Ey, Ey, Ey) I got swine on the seats (Oh Yeah) 24's on the fleet (Oh Yeah) (Lil Ones) Lets thump in my ride (Oh Yeah) And mommy stay fly (Oh Yeah) Boy I'm the neighborhood king (Oh Yeah) Y'all know it I'm the car show king (Oh Yeah) I mean I say ya love my style (Oh Yeah) I throw partys buck wild (Oh Yeah) Daddy I'm the number 1 stunna (Oh Yeah) And I shine every summa (Oh Yeah) Boy know I have to change my paint (Oh Yeah) Cuz that stock shit stank (Oh Yeah) Ey,Ey, Re-do the inside (Oh Yeah) 25 inch rims an' tires (Oh Yeah) I keep them strapped and shy (Oh Yeah) New Benz cause mommy so fly (Oh Yeah) (Chorus) DADDIE...You make me feel like a star Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah DADDIE... Can I get the keys to the car? Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah You rollin' with me, I'm rollin with you DADDIE it's what ever you wanna do You rollin' with me, I'm rollin with you DADDIE it's what ever you wanna do You rollin' with me, I'm rollin with you (Big Tymers, Boo and Gotti alright?) DADDIE it's what ever you wanna do You rollin' with me, I'm rollin with you (hello, shy-town) DADDIE it's what ever you wanna do (Gotti) Dude if it's blue it get copped (Oh Yeah) From the drops to the watch to the rocks (Oh Yeah) Whoa that glock gettin hot (Oh Yeah) Got dough so I'm coppin that yaht (Oh Yeah) Now I'm frozen like and ice box (Oh Yeah) Brotha Jacks and the Jordan, Mike hot (Oh Yeah) And I'm still street my pop (Oh Yeah) If I'm ever in a tight spot (Oh Yeah) (Boo) Yeah I'm rollin with the flyers (Oh Yeah) Just back seat ridin' (Oh Yeah) You know biggie d drivin' (Oh Yeah) Wit two freaks inside it (Oh Yeah) So we with the Big Tymers (Oh Yeah) You betta' warn your baby momma'(Oh Yeah) Cause Boo and Gotti causin' problems (Oh Yeah) So Just back up off us (Oh Yeah) (Chorus until fade) |
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from Big Tymers - Hood Rich (2002)
Whassup Fresh? It's our turn, baby
Gator boots with the pimped out Gucci suits (With the Gucci suits) Ain't got no job but I stay suave (Ehh, ehh, ehh, ehh, I stay suave) Can't pay my rent 'cuz all my money's spent (I can't pay my rent) But that's okay 'cuz I'm Still Fly (Uh, uh, damn, 'cuz I'm so fly) Got a quarter tank of gas in my new E class (In my E-Class Benz) But that's alright 'cuz I'm gon' ride (Mmm, hmm) Got everythang in my momma name (We got everythang in my momma name) But I'm Hood Rich, dadah, dadah, da-dah, da-dah, da-dah (Uh, huh) Get your K, uh, K, uh, car, play gems gone shine And tell momma get a mink, baby girl let's ride (Let's ride) You a number one stunna and we gon' glide And go straight to the mall and tear down the inside Do that Prada, Gucci, full length leather Bourbon's cool or Coogi sweater (Sweater) Twenty-inches pop my feather The Birdman daddy I fly in any weather Alligator seats with the head in the inside Swine on the dash, G-wagon is So Fly Number one don't tangle and twist it When it come to these cars I am that nigga The K, uh, K, uh, Coogi with the matchin' interior Three wheel ride with the tire in the middle It's Fresh and Stunna and we like brothers We shine like paint daddy, it's our summer Gator boots with the pimped out Gucci suits Ain't got no job but I stay sharp Can't pay my rent 'cuz all my money's spent But that's okay 'cuz I'm Still Fly Got a quarter tank of gas in my new E class But that's alright 'cuz I'm gon' ride Got everythang in my momma name But I'm Hood Rich, dadah, dadah, da-dah, da-dah, da-dah Have you ever seen a crocodile seats in the truck Turn around, sit it down and let 'em bite your butt See the steering wheel is Fendi, dashboard Armani With your baby momma, player, is where you can find me? Cruisin' through the parking lot on twenty fours (Coming through the hood on 'em twenty fo's) Cadillac Escalade with the chromed out nose With an navigation arrow headed straight to your spot Where your wife really love me 'cuz the sex is so hot Put the Caddy up, start the three wheel Benz (Skirt) Hyper white lights, ultra-violet lens Suma-tuma tires and they gotta be run flat TV where the horn go, "Boy can you top that?" (Uh, uhh) I'ma show you some shit, rookie press that button The trunk went and all of a sudden (Ehh, ehh) Four fifteen's didn't see no wires And then I heard from the amplifiers (Boom) Gator boots with the pimped out Gucci suits Ain't got no job but I stay sharp Can't pay my rent 'cuz all my money's spent But that's okay 'cuz I'm Still Fly Got a quarter tank of gas in my new E class But that's alright 'cuz I'm gon' ride Got everythang in my momma name But I'm Hood Rich, dadah, dadah, da-dah, da-dah, da-dah (Ay, ay, ay, ay) Lemme slide in the Benz with the fished out fins (Shit) Impala loud pipes drinkin the Henn' It's the Birdie-Birdie Man, I'll do it again In a Cadillac truck 24's with 10's Looking at my Gucci, it's about that time Six bad broads flying in at nine New Suburban Truck with the porno showing Up and down and up they go and Bodies on the Roadster, Lexus you know what? That hard-top beamer, yo Ma', that's your truck (Ay, ay) I'm comin' up, the hood been lovely New shoes on the whip and I wake up to bubbly (Bubbly) Four-thirty Lex with the convertable top And the rims keeps spinning every time I stop Got a superman Benz that I scored from Shaq With a ol' school Caddy with a "Diamond in the back" Gator boots with the pimped out Gucci suits Ain't got no job but I stay sharp Can't pay my rent 'cuz all my money's spent But that's okay 'cuz I'm Still Fly Got a quarter tank of gas in my new E class But that's alright 'cuz I'm gon' ride Got everythang in my momma name But I'm Hood Rich, dadah, dadah, da-dah, da-dah, da-dah The number one stunna pimp Mannie fresh |
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from Big Tymers - Hood Rich (2002)
(Chorus: T.Q.)
Just like a sunny day, I'm gon' shine You betta cover yo face, or you'll be blind Oh big shiny blades, that's how I ride Just like a sunny day, watch me shine (Baby) Hey, eh, uhn-uhn-ah, uhn-uhn-ah hold on, ro, huh You see them chrome on dem whodi? Oooh-wee, bad mother fucker, chrome pipes, and chromed out mufflers Paint my cars, and dip these rods Re-do the inside, cuz stunna gon' ball Shine my teets, when I hit these streets Call hot boy Elvin, to slide me a piece Slipped it girl, fed her some gas I buh-a burn, I buh-a, buh-a burn ya ass Brawlers, bars, and marble's garage Minks on the floor, with them platinum toys Its 500 degrees, its hot as fuck (uh uh-a, uh uh-a) Believe me boy, my shit iced up I stay one way, I play every day Its February 15th, stunna holiday (Mannie Fresh) Now if you believe, like I believe We can get to the mountain top We can achieve what Martin was talkin bout Whats all the barkin bout? I'm a man playa, on my two feet, thats how I'm walking out Alot of these chumps niggas say I just bling too much But alot of yall ain't doing nothing, y'all just dream too much And all of y'all niggas ain't coming up to nuttin but a big ole zero And in case you didn't know nigga, I'm the hood hero (Chorus) (Gotti) Its like a sunny day, plus I'm getting money today With no funny play, cuz I got the gun at my waist And like stunna say, feeling like a hunter today Million, mommy fine, but she got bumps in her face But it ain't nothing but a G thang baby So I'ma hit it in the back of my Mercedes We on dubs, its all love, this shit crazy And Cash Money is the label that made me (Mikkey - overlapping last verse) Mikkey take em church, its on you what you take from this verse We like a cedar, we just straight from the dirt So its in us, we stuck, like its in us to cock..that..thang..back..and dump Please, you don't want it wit us Now they say money makes the world go round But for the right price, Stunna said yo girl done with the opposite of up More than music this is rap hustlin This is money mackin and publishin Death before struggling, thats shine daddy (Chorus) |
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from Big Tymers - Hood Rich (2002)
(Intro)
Man: Ladies and gentlemen, see its like Hello, Hello, Hello Woman: Hello Hello Man: See baby Hello, Hello, Hello Woman: Hello, Hello (Verse 1) Man: Now I been trying to fuck with you since 7th grade Woman: But I didn't want to fuck with you, cause you wasn't paid Man: By the time I got to tenth grade baby I was pushing dimes Woman: And who would ever think you would get paid off for saying rhymes Man: Now I fucked you and your sister too Woman: My auntie and my cousin Boo Man: But I think I should let you go Woman: Tell me, why you don't love me no more (Conversation between man and woman. Arguing) (Verse 2) Woman: You got a lot money now you think your shit don't smell Man: But you wouldn't accept my calls when I went to jail Woman: Now I been waiting for you everyday Man: But I here messy shit from niggas around the way Woman: Now I kept the pussy on lock till u got out Man: But what about the freaky shit that you done with your mouth Woman: nigga I hate your guts, boy you ain't shit Man: well I feel the same way about you stankass scandless bitch (Conversation between man and woman arguing) |
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from Big Tymers - Hood Rich (2002)
(I'M COMIN')
LIKE A RELIC IN A PICK UP TRUCK (BASS HUMMIN') 15'S IN THE AH (STILL RUNNIN') LIKE A ENERGIZER BUNNY BRU (HOOD PLUMMIN') LAY A BIG DICK DOWN TO HU (YO WOMAN) SKRIPPER COMIN' DOWN ON THA POLE (SHOW SOMETHIN') BIG TIDDIES AND THE ASSHOLE (DRUMS DRUMMIN') OUT THE ESCALADE ON 24'S....YEA, OH-OH (1ST VERSE) SHE GOT IT GOES NUMBER ONE FLICKER NIGGA BACK ON IT 2003 CADI WITH THAT BURBURY RAG ON IT IT'S MINK ON THE FLOOR THE SEATS IS OSTRICH WHAT ELSE CAN I SAY FAMILY WE SOME MONSTERS IT'S CASH MONEY YOU KNOW WE THE BOSS OF THIS HOOD SHIT,FLOSSIN THIS HOOD BITCH,SHOTS IN THIS HOOD QUICK IT'S BIG TIMIN' MAN PUT THEM LIL RIDES UP WE 600 RIPPERS PUT THEM LIL 5'S UP (2ND VERSE) IT'S CASH MONEY WE AINT DUCKIN AND DODGIN,WE BUSTIN AND RIDIN CADI TRUCK AND THEM PROWLER WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU HOLLERIN BENZ LACS AND BEAMERS WITH DIME BITCHES WITH ASS AS FAT AS TRINA'S...WHOA I GOT MY FOUR TUCKED ME I'M OUT FOR MORE BUCKS |
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from Big Tymers - Hood Rich (2002)
chorus
oh when oh when oh when are u gonna gimme some hey ma hey ma hey ma when are u gonna stop actin dumb oh when oh when oh when are u gonna gimme some hey ma hey ma hey ma when are u gonna stop actin dumb u told me that we was goin to the tele and i told u when i pull up be ready now u said u can't find noone to watch your kids but i think u just scared cuz u don't want me to hit are u gonna gimme some (Barewolf) whats wrong what happened, u told me it was crackin i got my profalatics, and why u trippen on me i'm tired of playin games, its been a couple of weeks hey ma i'm feelin u, u said u feelin me i just can't understand why we can't get our love on girl i won't hit and quit i won't treat u wrong lets go to the mo tonight and lets sip a little mo tonight girl don't say no tonight u need to gimme some (Manny) Its 2002, what u gon do ya high in the air so let lil daddy come thru i been hangin wit cha shorty fo 1 whole week i'm tryin to pressure ya its time to freak now i been holdin it and u been holdin out so won't u be a nice girl and put it in your mouf what thangs done changed why u actin strange u lettin that other nigga get in your brains life is like a movie baby stick to the script i'm dirt dickle and its time to hit I ain't tryin take ya man place, he's alright I'm just tryin ta stick ya baby just one night what i gotta buy somethin just fo ya to try somethin yea i let cha get somethin just to let me hit somethin Now i know you alone when he don't come home pick up the phone now i give you da bone put the kids asleep then we can creep I been waitin to see ya naked baby on whole week time fo you to give it up let a nigga hit it up take it off and spit it up swallow don't spit it up (chorus) (baby) Now i been fucking wit u fo far too long and if i don't hit tonight i know somthins wrong you been duggin fo diamonds runnin scared like you committed a crime and i'm the bail you a poor motha fucka over da phone but a scary motha fucka when its time to get it on you be sayin freaky shit really turnin me on like you slob or spit al over the dick and you be braggin about hoe them nigga is formed but the words thats out i'm seriously home right now i'm ready cuz i'm full of that juice i'm ready to get in the bed and knock somethin lose and after that the balls in your court we can leave it alone or we can go back and forth but first thangs first i'ma admit I'm tear yo ass up when you let me hit |
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from Big Tymers - Hood Rich (2002)
[Baby]
You know Do it big nigga If you don't do nothing do it big, fuck it Ain't like your stupid ass gonna live twice Ball like a dawg, nigga fuck it If you doin it small do it big, know what I'm sayin' Hey Fresh, what's happenin' with you partna [Manny Fresh] Big stars, Big cars Big shows, Big hoes, Big drawers Big drama with baby mamma Get her wheels, pay her bills, Big Tymer Big titties, Big cities Dike bitches that love eatin' kitties [Baby] Big whips with Big clips Big everything round here, Big dicks Real niggas, Big niggas Fuck with us, man, we kill niggas Big rocks, cooking pots Crack in a oven, hustlin, don't stop [Manny Fresh] Big screens, we feens Fuck it, buy NFL teams Big pieces, Big caprices Fuck cousins and even nieces Big bank, Big rank A lot of vodka wit puffers, Big drink [Baby] Big pimpin', with no sippin' Hard on hoes, so bitch keep limpin' Big trucks, with Big guts Chromed pipes, we carry Big nuts Big shows, car shows I'll be there in the winter, fo sho [Manny Fresh] Big seats, Big trucks Gotta have space for Big nuts Big love, on dubs My shit will bang in clubs Big gut, so what (she ain't a dime bitch) I don't really give a fuck [Baby] This is for all my niggas We gon' ride uptown on this one Big G in a capri Mac in a clip and sittin' on a C Big me, Big Seato, Big Elton, Big Tanto We runnin' streets Big whop, with Big glocks Bitch ass fillin' Clarol don't stop [Manny Fresh] This week, Big freak Can't talk cause she gots splash in her teeth Big rims, Big rubbers Big dicks, Big chicks, my lovers Big hot, You're not WWW.BIGCOCK [Baby] Big flakes, with Big capes Fuck it, fuck a police chase I'm Big Tymin Big lines Number 1 stunna daddy it's my time Big chips, with no dips I ain't gonna lie the bitch got Big lips |
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from Big Tymers - Hood Rich (2002)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, ohhhhh
Nah just kidding, ha....ha...ha Ay! ay ay ay! Welcome to the side of the world where we just do What the fuck we want to And smoke how we wanna smoke And fly Up above the sky Fly with me as I go around the world Boys and girls, here it is (Chorus) Well I'ma smoke (I'm gon' smoke) Until I choke (until I choke) And I'ma drank (I'ma shole drank) Until I can't (until I can't) See I'ma smoke (yes I'ma smoke) Until I choke (until I choke) And I'ma dra-a-ank (I'ma drank) Until I can't (until I can't) oh oh Oh ye-heah (Baby) Smokin hydro-phonic and I'm high as a kite Sippin on some crissy on a Saturday night Mind on my money and my money on my mind and i got Freaks at the teley ready to, do a nigga all day all night Drinkin on a bottle of that seriousness Tell that bitch that you wit to mind her bizz-a-ness Cause she'll be under the spreads Givin me head in a Holiday Inn Under the cover Drunk as a mutha fucka Me and her friend Got the OG goin on til 6 in the morn' We gon' drink, we gon' smoke, we gon' make us a porn Now tell the TRUTH, ABSOLUT make ya wanna have SEX But BaCARDI Make you NAUGHTY You don't have to use X But weed is what you need to get yo mind flowin right But HENESSEE is ENERGY, we fuckin tonight And RUM'll make you NUMB Make your dick stand strong And CHRONIC is BIONIC, make the sex last long (Chorus) (Mannie Fresh) Now, y'all see, I'm at a point in my life Where don't shit matter to me but smokin Ya know? They don' turned my mutha fuckin lights off But I got a lighter, and I'm gon' smoke And if I had 5 mutha fuckin dollas left And I had to eat or smoke I'm gon' mutha fuckin' smoke Ya know? If, if was a 5th we'd all be drunk mutha fucka Wooo See? That's how I get down I'm gon' smoke til I blow up Drink til i throw up And pass out on somebody kitchen flo' Roll me another fuckin fat one And go back to the liquor sto' Goodnight mutha fucka! (Muah!) Smoke on!! |
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from Big Tymers - Hood Rich (2002)
{Hook}
{Man} Pimpin is a alive, these niggas just jive {Man} I've been stackin and mackin since '75 {Man} When I come thru in the Benz hoes tell they friends that {Women}Thats my daddy, daddy {Man} Pimpin is a alive, these niggas just jive {Man} I've been stackin and mackin since '75 {Man} When I come thru in the Benz hoes tell they friends that {Women}Thats my daddy daddy {Baby} I don't ride white walls its vogues I'm mashing But I'm Hood Rich nigga tell ya bitch to ask me Swang yo' girl in that brand new Caddy Seville four door slammed back lil' daddy Throwing bricks in the cut like a nigga give a fuck I spunt what you niggas spunt when I was coming up Its the bling bling king worth mils with nuts Scored that brand new Benz loud pipes 'em up Got that Avalanche truck alligator in the trunk Got the snake in the floor of a Bentley HEADS UP Them white folks coming lil' dady HOLD UP Shift it up the block before a nigga can pop I'm a born hustler but a pimp pimp player 2 - G and 2 its Big Tymer year Doing donuts in the drop top with Cartiers And I ain't met no nigga with more cars than this player {Fresh} You don't wanna get it on You'll get shitted on or spitted on Reptile boots and suits thats fitted on Got the bar up in the car with the dranks so I can sit it on Peanut butter and wood, its still understood That Im'a P - I - M - P The M to the A, double N - I - E Now put yo' feet up on that mank Take a pull of the stank And we can do it how it should be done I treat a bitch like a hoe, a hoe like a slut A slut like a nut cuz I really don't give a fuck Now with a dick up in yo' throat can you still sing a note? Well if you can say I'm the man with the superfly trim Woah move away young dude you're ruining my mood Straight mackin to the stackin money bitches and food Caddilac Buritz big booties and tits Got twenty bad bitches with the matching outfits {Hook}(Chorus) {Fresh} I was the man in kindergarden and a pimp in first A mack in second grade by third it was worse A made man in the fourth a don in the fifth Had the teacher sellin ass when I touched the sixth Seven eight and nine whatever they had was mine From tenth to twelfth bling bling ya blind Now I'm the money foldin phone holdin Two way checkin home wreckin Rent collectin weenie weckin, big pimpin Love a lotta women, walk with a limp an' {Talking} I'll have the snow crabs a bottle of uh um cristal Some fettacinni and some um let me see what else Oh and some shrimp {Baby} I'm a bird on crew in that Lexus coupe I left the roof at home let the rain come thru Don't cry now ma you know how it go But since ya hair got wet lets smoke some 'dro Get it right ma and put that Fresh mink on Them CMC boots with the platinum thongs I wear enough ice to sit on the throne And if a nigga come close Im'a go back home {Hook} |
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from Big Tymers - Hood Rich (2002)
(Chorus: TQ)
All I ever wanted to do was be da man Get out the ghetto and feed my whole fam But the dirty streets in the city won't let me go (let me go, let me go) All I ever wanted to do was be da man Get out the ghetto and feed my whole fam But quarter ki's make G's that's all i know (all i know, all i know) (Trick Daddy) A hit of crack frock could get ya fucked up A ki of coke could get you rich but too much of this shit can get you stuck up That's why it's best to deal wit a nigga that you know and chill wit Case he flip the script, you know where he live at Plus, the game don' came a long way Yeah we don' lost a lot of niggas that was speedin down the wrong way See these days these niggas squeeze triggas quicker than yo boys Cuz they got guns bigger than yours Plus ain't not more coppin out You either ridin or tellin, if you ride then you ride forever Born the son of a straight killa Raised by a strong woman, I'll ride for my homies So, can a nigga get a boooonnnd Or do another nigga have to come along and raise my daughter......son Your Honor, answer this question and be honest If you lock me up for the summer will you support my momma? (Chorus) (Baby) Ay ay, move on over (wooooo) I sit and took over 2 clips, the AK holder Brick taped to my bitch Strapped on her shoulder Raw grams in the trunk of a jag Hard ounces stashed in my cadillac dash It's drought season daddy, we huntin for riches We fly like birds go divin for fishes A known deep boy, the #1 Stunna Got a hundred brick stash in the back of the Hummer But on my block, a old tymer got shot I didn't wanna do it but he was holdin my spot I'm shittin on niggas, grandma got grams She gave me a revolver, automatics get jammed I'm *Hood Rich* nigga one feet in the sand I'm one of a few niggas that beat the man (Chorus) (Mannie Fresh) See, check it out, the dope game is a mother fucker, young man I bet you yo lil ass ain't even got a gun man You in the game now you know what you don' done man? "Yeah, bruh but i gotta feed my son man" A cutlass supreme, still a young nigga's dream A solid lil bitch with a whole lot of cream Well lil one looky here, who you scorin from? Look, this some shit that'll leave a nigga body numb Take that, the comeback is incredible Get caught, then nigga it's federal By the way, don't say no mother fuckin names You listenin to me? Don't play no mother fuckin games You know the rules of this shit Fuck around and be one dead bitch It's money and the power Every second every hour From sco' to the flo' Bakin soda to the flour (Chorus) (til fade) |
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from Big Tymers - Hood Rich (2002)
(Lac (chorus))
Lil mamma you in third, you should be in first Do your daddy and your mamma know the way that you curse? Your lying bout' your age and giving up fast They need to put you back in first you're moving too fast When you shake it, shake it, shake it - you need to quit When drop it, drop it, drop it - that ain't the tip When you twerk it, twerk it, twerk it- that ain't the lick When you pop it, pop it, pop it- that ain't the shit (Mannie Fresh) See the story take place in the back of the club About this shorty that I know and we gone call her "Young Love" See lil one like pa, he was the neighbor hood baller Gucci and Lucci drove a candy and prowler One more thing I forgot to tell Young one sixteen bro and she burning like hell Yo my fault, Pa was 26 Now back to the story bout' the little lost chick Your man got lil one in the V.I.P. With his hands in her pants going "You're so sexy" Your not dumb but your young, you'll believe what your hearing You gone sex off the X and your homies cheering What's even sadder you don't even know what you're doing Hey young world your whole life's ruined But what you don't know gonna hurt you tonight You didn't use a rubber and Pa ain't right (Lac (chorus)) Lil mamma you in third, you should be in first Do your daddy and your mamma know the way that you curse? Your lying bout' your age and giving up fast They need to put you back in first you're moving too fast When you shake it, shake it, shake it - you need to quit When drop it, drop it, drop it - that ain't the tip When you twerk it, twerk it, twerk it- that ain't the lick When you pop it, pop it, pop it- that ain't the shit (Baby) Man chill in Miami lil head in the projects On the passenger side with Tammy in the drop Lexus Me and Fresh at the light in S500 on dub deuces Bumping some old Cash Money Got 10 round my neck, 20 on my wrist Million dollar nut, million dollar kiss Pull up in the Lexus, sipping on Don P Hold on Fresh let me get back to this story Her Sheila freak dealers that only drive Benz Her mamma said "My daughters gonna end up in the pen" But wodie she'll fuck for ends and clothing She thought she made more money from tricking and hoing But when her nigga scored the dope she held the stacks And when that nigga hit the club they be full of that yak She a hard headed, with a diamond in her tongue And a tattoo on her ass saying "come get some" (Lac (chorus)) Lil mamma you in third, you should be in first Do your daddy and your mamma know the way that you curse? Your lying bout' your age and giving up fast They need to put you back in first you're moving too fast When you shake it, shake it, shake it - you need to quit When drop it, drop it, drop it - that ain't the tip When you twerk it, twerk it, twerk it- that ain't the lick When you pop it, pop it, pop it- that ain't the shit (Baby) Now Stone told me "Stunna, Kisha wasn't right, After the Hot Boys had her I fucked the same night" Now Kisha from Miami ran with Lisa and Candy Met her at Coco's on the hot strip dancing Now Trick Daddy told me bout' mom's new clique But my lil partner Damian wanted to raw-dog the bitch I'm a three stunna blinder, pop X with the chick I'm full of the white trying to down this bitch (Mannie Fresh) Slow it down, hold it up, get back to your class Act your age lil mamma stop shaking your ass Big wheels, X pills, whatcha know bout' that? Got the old nigga name tattooed on your back Bet your mamma don't know that you're fucking and shit And ever since yay high you've been getting a dick But it's your life and it's your biz Four different baby-daddies, get how you live (Lac (chorus)) Lil mamma you in third, you should be in first Do your daddy and your mamma know the way that you curse? Your lying bout' your age and giving up fast They need to put you back in first you're moving too fast When you shake it, shake it, shake it - you need to quit When drop it, drop it, drop it - that ain't the tip When you twerk it, twerk it, twerk it- that ain't the lick When you pop it, pop it, pop it- that ain't the shit |
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from Big Tymers - Hood Rich (2002)
(Hook)
To all my peoples, to all my peoples To all my peoples, yeeeaaahhh Together we stand and divided we fall If niggas get together then we all can ball Live as one in the project and bump the sound And eat chicken til the motherfuckin sun come down We be lickin to the motherfuckin sun go down Keep stickin to the motherfuckin sun go down Get dough, and never go down Never go down, never go down [Baby] (First line overlaps hook) Look look look I say niggas stroke crosses to knock these bosses We can ball together make money take loses You know the game you gotta pay these cost-es You win some lose some nigga regardless Hang on the corner sell crack with straps Or we can go to the club like pimps and macks Or we can unite for stripes or just say fuck it You get down bad bust raps for life It don't matter to me daddy, you do what you do I'd 'ave took pennitentary ?transit? to get this fool See Im'a flip this money take it to the mall And open up something and get more money Like the beauty shop, keeps macs when Im thuggin Hanging on the block watching for undercovers Clean a little money, then clean a little money The rap game ain't for everybody but try something Hook 2x [Mannie Fresh] (First line overlaps hook) See see see, check it out My people need to get it right We can either get together or we can straight up fight We can shake hands or we can go to the gun Divided we fall or we can live as one You can fuck wit' it or you can leave it alone And if you don't want piece bring ya jive ass home And I heard the fake shit that you said in ya song And I still love the nigga eventhough he was wrong See, XXL will let you have the cover If you say some fake shit about ya brother Thats a petty-ass, spagetti-ass, fake-ass niggas You don't know whats going on snake-ass niggas But I'm.. not.. stoppin for y'all Four 15's keep it knockin for y'all If that don't work then nigga move on Get the fuck good luck and I'm glad that you gone Hook Go down, go down, go down |
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from Big Tymers - Big Money Heavy Weights (2003)
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
(Chorus) (2x) This how we do it, where I'm from I'm thuggin' in the club, until I see the sun Shi-ine, on my face, got the gun on my waist Walkin to my Escalade, tell them niggaz I'm not afraid To let the ni-ine, sing out, it can ring out Got one more minute, hold that call Two drunk players leaning on the wall Three crazy niggaz screamin, "alcohol" Four more niggaz claimin' that they ball Five bartenders and they all want leave Six ugly bitches with some fucked up weaves Seven dyked broads and they all look rough Eight niggaz hollerin', "don't fuck wit us" Nine bitches runnin' off at the mouth Ten bitches trying to hear what they talkin' about Eleven cute shorties in the whole damn club Twelve wannabe, gonna be, nothin' but scrubs Thirteen fights, niggaz, bitches and dykes Fourteen police reading niggaz they rights Fifteen minutes on interstate-10 At the strip club, we gon' do it again - whoa (Chorus) (2x) Comin' through my hood on spinnin' blades Mami know my name, niggaz know I don't play Jump out the whip, and we blaze in the shade Cause I gotta get straight, got an ounce of that haze Early birds don't play, makin' drops in the spots We struggle, but we hustle, man we hustle 'round the clock Goin' to the club, where the bottles gon' pop We VIP nigga, so them bitches gon' jock Laid Back on them 23s Escalade all green, Cadillac lean, who that be nigga? (Hello) You know that be Baby, he goin' to the club in somethin' updated Porsche trucks, Infinity graded Gotta give props to the man that made me Red Gold, I start it went crazy Afford to stunt, niggaz, stay in y'all places (Chorus) (2x) Pimp, picture me and your misses, lit up like Christmas I look her in her eyes, and ask her could she kiss this I do you, but never ever him He is a wimp, and you is a pimp Then she goes down, to my brown One eye, big guy, hear that sound? Slurp, slurp, take that spit (music stops) Turn everything off bruh Check out my outfit (music resumes) I'm in the club smokin' buds with my thugs Hoes show me love, and I never been a scrub I'm walkin' out, thought lil' one had a grudge She the one he love, so I hit 'em with a dub (that's nothin' lil' one) I'm in an Escalade faded, waistline crazy The yellow-gold stealth, faded Got the chrome, nigga, plated Hoes gon' love it, but these busters gon' hate it (Chorus) (Fade To End) |
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from Big Tymers - Big Money Heavy Weights (2003)
(R. Kelly - talking (continues behind Chorus))
Roll, cheah, cheah Roll, cheah, cheah Roll, cheah, cheah (Chorus) You can catch me in the club with a gangsta girl When I ride, I'm gonna ride with a gangsta girl When I smoke, I'm gonna smoke with a gangsta girl When I freak, I'm gonna freak me a gangsta . (Verse 1 - R. Kelly) I'm lookin for them gangsta girls, not them fake ass +Wanksta+ girls Just them ghetto fabulous girls, gotta keep 'em in my world Mama makin gangsta moves, rollin with this gangsta dudes Sittin on, spinnin 24's, openin my Bentley doors Drunk at the party, hands up in the air but still she sexy when she shake her body That type of chick that says "hey girl, let's go to the after party" After that we go to my room for the after, after party Y'all know what happens next, Hypnotiq and a rated X, got her singin the greatest sex Now on dubs, rollin up, into the club, raisin 'em up Now we in the back, blazin 'em up (inhale), dice in hand, shakin 'em up I need a chick like that to come and share my gangsta world (woo) And if you in the club with hands up, you can gangsta girl (Baby - talking behind Chorus) Oh yeah I see ya Oh yeah Yeah (Chorus) (Verse 2 - Baby) Ok, mami your so gangsta cause she fuck with nothin but gangsta (gangsta) Type a nigga that a stank a gangsta Drink Hypnotiq and she roll big body, and she got a body, that is gangsta hotty And she fuck with nothin but gangstas that is old O.G.'s (O.G.). 24's on that brand new jeep At a gangsta party, she'll be drinkin Bacardi, and she pops her body, don't you hurt nobody Got my killers in here, they'll squirt somebody, but that Benz so fast, it'll jerk your body And we smokin that Cali dro, totin that Calico Bird man and Kelly mami, let your body roll No one will never know, what happen behind the door I like it fast or slow, a freaky bitch fo sho Street life is all I know, hustlin and stackin dough I file to keep it gangsta, until my casket closed (Chorus) (Verse 3 - Mannie Fresh) Once upon a time in this place called hood Where the gangsta girls shake it and they all smell good Lived this legendary pimp (pimp) by the name of Fresh Fix hair, fix nails, fix toes, fix breast But one chick super sick, make every nigga grab his dick Heart pound up and down, when she goin round and round Do the +Snake+, stop and shake, ass like an earthquake I can't wait to meet her uh, undress her, beat her up Now we leavin from the club, and she let me cop a rub Can't believe she choose me, +Feelin On Her Booty+ I'm about to cut like knives, strokin mami with some eyes Takin me to paradise, I nut once, she nut twice Sex in cities, rubbin titties, that's how I get it One more 'gain, with her friend, playa that's how I hit it Now we grippin, grabbin, pullin, stabbin (what is your name?) It's Hypnotiq how I got it, but I'ma glad that you came (Chorus) (Verse 4 - Mannie Fresh) Slim Teresa, and Lakeisha (they some gangsta girls) Tanya, Wanda, and Laneisha (they some gangsta girls) My fifty Kims all in Tims (gangsta girls) A hundred shorties, all at parties (gangsta girls) Full of drama, baby mama (she's a gangsta girl) When they freakin on the weekend (they some gangsta girls) But they knowin where they goin (the gangsta girls) Fly wheels, pay they bills (the gangsta girls) (Chorus) |
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from Big Tymers - Big Money Heavy Weights (2003)
[TQ]
We can smoke Uh-huh Yeah, yeah Smokin' smokin' Smokin' smokin' [TQ] We can smoke (we can smoke) We can drink (we can drink) We can freak the night away (smokin' smokin') Can we freak the night away? Can we smoke? (Can we smoke?) Let's drink (Let's drink) We gone stunt the night away Blow blunts around the way [Baby] Ma, you can shine with a nigga If you grind with a nigga Spend time with yo nigga, mama Whoa, you can ride with a nigga Get fly with a nigga Get high with yo nigga, mama Whoa, we can blaze the haze Day to day in the hood That's what's up Whodie, we can tow the K (?) Go around the way Jumping out the brand new truck Whodie, situation getting sticky Nigga blowing on his sticky Sex, weed and a twist-up Yeah, I'm in the hood with the metal Cause I'm good with the ghetto Nigga playing get f**ked up Yeah, we live the gumbo lives It's high in spite (?) We struggled, but we came up Go, you can look in my eyes See G's for life Talking money Bring my name up [TQ - Chorus] We can smoke (we can smoke) We can drink (we can drink) We can freak the night away (freak the night away) Can we freak the night away? Can we smoke? (Can we smoke?) Let's drink (Let's drink) We gone stunt the night away (stunt the night away) Blow blunts around the way (blunts around the way) We can smoke the best weed We can drink the good Cognac (Cognac) We can do it in my Cadillac (my Cadillac) Come and smoke with me (come and smoke with me) See I got that purple haze (purple haze) And it's time for us to blaze Can we smoke? [Mannie Fresh] Shazzam, damn, a bag of weed A cup of Cognac and a couple of seeds Two hot strippers coming out they zippers We some pimps dude We don't tip them, they tip us I got my smoking jacket on 10 feet long Inhale, exhale, that shit gone If you ain't got what I'm drinking Then I'm drinking what ya got Hey, keep them bitches coming cause I drink a lot I'm a gulp like a fish You want some of this? We can have sex, but you can't have a kiss She said what's next Your ever did x? Ex-girlfriend now I'm cashing your checks We can jump in the coup Take a ride by Snoop He got a lot of weed, you can f- like soup You can smoke, you can drink Till your lips turn pink Till you pass out, ass out Full of that dank [TQ - Chorus] We can smoke (we can smoke) We can drink (we can drink) We can freak the night away (freak the night away) Can we freak the night away? (Can we freak the night away?) Can we smoke? (Can we smoke?) Let's drink (Let's drink) We gone stunt the night away (can we stunt the night away?) Blow blunts around the way (blow blunts around the way) We can smoke the best weed (We can smoke the best weed) We can drink the good Cognac (Cognac) We can do it in my Cadillac (my Cadillac) Come and smoke with me (come and smoke with me) See I got that purple haze (purple haze) And it's time for us to blaze Can we smoke? [Baby] Whoa, we got that golden leaves rolled With the weed in the middle Dro stuck to the window blowing Whoa, nigga feeling real good He high as he could Nigga f**ked around and blew up Whoa, we gotta mix it right The grey goose fired The blender with the fruit ice Yeah, nigga look at my life And see what's inside You f**k around and blow up Whoa, then we blaze and blaze Round the way We keep both guns tucked, biatch We read the play Around the way For the people coming full up Whoa, nigga pump your brakes You're from the state Nigga know how we came up Nigga plead the plate From state to state Cooking cakes so niggas blow up [TQ - Chorus] We can smoke (we can smoke) We can drink (Smokin' smokin') We can freak the night away (freak the night away) Can we freak the night away? (Can we freak the night away?) Can we smoke? (Can we smoke?) Let's drink (Let's drink) We gone stunt the night away (stunt the night away) Blow blunts around the way (Smokin' smokin') We can smoke the best weed (the best weed) We can drink the good Cognac (Cognac) We can do it in my Cadillac (my Cadillac) Come and smoke with me (Smokin' smokin' smokin') See I got that purple haze (Smokin' smokin' smokin') And it's time for us to blaze [Baby - ad lib to fade] |
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from Big Tymers - Big Money Heavy Weights (2003)
[Mannie Talking (high pitched voice)]
Follow me baby, come with me baby [whistles] Follow me baby, come with me baby, come with me baby, come with me baby, Hey, hey, hey, this is devastating daddy the dog, barking at these hoes out my monte carlo, you can stay or you can follow...[dog barking] talk like a dog, walk like a dog, fit like a dog, and spit like a dog.. [Mannie Fresh Rapping..] I'm a D-O-G, you know me, coming through this mother fucker in an 83' slant back with kits, spittin shit to your bitch, she'll do anything for me cause I'm filthy rich, hoe open your eyes, I'll feed you popeyes, then take you to the crib then I open ya thighs, Bitch say what you want, do what you feel, I'll slam dunk a bitch like Shaquille O'Neil, No I don't play ball but I'm a baller, Drop ya ass off then I'll call ya, Arebadurchi bitch, step to the side, Got 20 more hoes trying to get in my ride, (?) then I'll flee, go and get a tree, Shut the fuck up bitch and listen to me, Don't worry what I'm doing, and who the fuck I'm screwing, My money run long like J.R Yewin, I'm a mack like roni, pretty like Tony, puff like daddy, and the bitches come early, Give me head can you beat it give ya boy some action, Spin around and grab my dick like Michael Jackson, Nigga pimpin ain't dead, you heared what I said, I got a high priced hoe, layin bitches she red, The chick want I, cuz I'm superfly, The bitch don't believe that I tell her a lie, I'm an interstate pimp, walk with a limp, Hoe better have my wine with my lobster and shrimp, Because I'm rich, chicks they notice me, Forever my lady ?, bitch I ain't Jodeci, If fucking you is wrong, I don't want to be right, Your mouthing feel good and your pussy is tight, But you gotta understand I could never be your man, Put ya ring back on bitch, you ain't stan, You wanna know the real, I tell you how I feel, I don't give a fuck about a bitch I'm trying to make a bill, I'm a dog bitch, I don't care, Fuck what you talking bout, life ain't fair, Hoes don't help, they just spend your wealth, Then they gone in the wind when you lone and help, Other things and your children, smelling like urine, Gone from home, like you been out tourin, Think who you with, bitch get off my dick, I ain't giving up nuthing, I ain't paying your rent, Bitch get on your hustle, let me see your muscle, Think you gettin money, then we gon' have to tussle, Scooby Do, but I don't, Tiger Woods, but I wont, treat you like a woman, bitch bring me something, sucker punch ya ass and leave ya ribcage thumpin', [Chorus X2] [Tateeze] You a dog huh ? [Group] Keep Pimpin' [Tateeze] You a dog huh ? [Group] Keep Pimpin' [Tateeze] Oh you a dog huh ? [Group] Keep Pimpin', Keep Pimpin', Keep Pimpin' [Mannie Fresh Talking (high pitched voice)] Yeah, I wanna be your agent, I wanna be your cousin, I wanna be everything your man wasn't, I wanna be your friend, I wanna know your ATM PIN, If I tell you to follow me, Come with me, in a swimming pool, full of biting Pirahnnahs, dressed like you is Madonna, Come with me Baby, Come with me, Fly !, Fly !, And baby, if you do come with me, you can have all the spinach you can eat, all the Caffine you can possibly drink, red bull is there for you, ice cubes, black and white TV, these things I offer to you baby, if you just come with me [Beat Stops...] [Mannie Fresh Talking in Normal Voice:] First of all, get off my lawn, before I pinch your mutha fuckin arm, I ain't gon' fight you, I ain't gon' bite you, I ain't gon' kick you, or punch you, but I will pinch the shit out of you, I apologize to all the women, all the ladies and that for making this song, but there was this one bitch that had me mad with all that Beggin shit, she done took that Cash Money Millionaire shit too far, its Baby on TV talkin about, he got a hundred million dollar record deal and he got a Maybach and all that, bitch I drive Chevy's, Old Chevy's get the fuck off with that shit, there is some football players up the street, there is some basketball players on the right side, go beg to them mutha fuckers, I ain't giving you shit, the stupidest shit my dick ever did was fuck you, I love ladies but I hate hoes, thats why you get notta, nathaniel, nartica, ZERO ! |
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from Big Tymers - Big Money Heavy Weights (2003)
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(Baby talking) Hey Fresh! We back at it baby (Chorus: Manny Fresh) Here baby doll, up against the wall And through the sound, he broke it down Only one more Hypnotic, and that's when he shot it I'm not lookin' for love, up in the club But I wanna go home with you, girl (Verse 1) (Manny Fresh) I'm not your man I'm a pimp, baby please understand But you hot, and they not, so we can hold hands In a long truck, Cadillac Surround sound, front to back "Forever? Forever, ever?" Forever, ever black Ridin' in the sunshine, crankin' up the Alpine Rubbin' down shorty's spine, she is fine! Love 'um, leave 'um, go back and retrieve 'um If their hair is bad, then I will weave 'um (Baby) Kick back in the Phantom, two clips and a hammer Cruisin' through the hood on them Deion Sanders Nothin' but red whips and all them candy Two chicks, two chickens that flew from Atlanta, aye Laid back in a Maebach, countin' stacks Got work, go to work, nigga count that Summer shine, summer time, and we on the grind Birdman got them chickens and they ain't flyin' (Chorus: Manny Fresh) Here baby doll, up against the wall And through the sound, he broke it down Only one more Hypnotic, and that's when he shot it I'm not lookin' for love, up in the club But I wanna go home with you, girl (Verse 2) (Manny Fresh) I'm cool, I'm hip, I'm fresh, I'm good I'm diamonds up against the wood, richest nigga from the hood Four amplifiers, four 24 tires Fuck professional liars, fo' show enter our fire In a big black Chevy, starch real heavy Peanut butter reclinin', with the Steve Harvey line in Look at me! (Baby) Let me slide and ride and get inside And take you to my hood where it's do or die Where the whips is clean, we hustle for nickels and dimes Chips, green, the liquior was hard as a crime Custom machine and 'dro be on my mind Lace my team with life and bricks for dimes Ghetto soldier and you can't stop my shine Fresh, Stunna, bitch respect my mind (Chorus: Manny Fresh) Here baby doll, up against the wall And through the sound, he broke it down Only one more Hypnotic, and that's when he shot it I'm not lookin' for love, up in the club But I wanna go home with you, girl (Verse 3) (Manny Fresh) Sean Paul on the wall, break it down, do it girl Lift it up, let it flow, shake it fast, there it go Make it wobble, make it jiggle, put the pickle in the middle Push it back, make it clap, in and out, that's a wrap Good bye, so long, I got to go, I'm goin' home But you my favorite friend, let's bump and grind next weekend (Baby) See you fuckin' with your boy, remember who gunna ride? When trouble hit the hood nigga, who gunna die? When shit get ugly nigga, who gunna fly? But when shit get bubbly everybody wanna ride me Benz, Lexus, the coupe, the jets Nigga holla at the boy, baby pimpin' the flesh Like in Stalled Evoy, third world is the set I'm a worldwide shiner bitch, I drove the best (Chorus: Manny Fresh (2X)) Here baby doll, up against the wall And through the sound, he broke it down Only one more Hypnotic, and that's when he shot it I'm not lookin' for love, up in the club But I wanna go home with you, girl |
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from Big Tymers - Big Money Heavy Weights (2003)
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(Petey Pablo) Now how can one get up off the spot God damn raise a family get up off the block Where the city dont love and they dont care but I will take you there (2X) Verse 1: (Baby) tell the sister like blood little brother a thug and how to survive the cracks in the middle of the mud im the OG gangsta VL in the truth every nigga in my city kno how to hussle and shoot my lil homey got killed over a key and a pound so when i pump pump blood im a hold it down his sister and his moms when i come around showin love to the family when ya lose your ground (Mannie) Wussup lil man had to write you a rap just to let u know this nigga still got yo back aint to much change still doin my shows stayin away from fake niggas and busta ass hoes but enough about me and everything in my world congrats lil dad heard u had a lil girl if theres anything they need and they ever in a jam dont hesatate to ask yall call ya fam (chorus 2X) Verse 2 (Baby) but can you see life roomin with no crack and pipe and no weed to smoke no Gs in sight and no cris to bust no wheels on bikes and no pussy to fuck nobody to like but can you see life roomin wit no money and goods big money heavyweights wit nobody to cook nobody to book nobody to look tryin to get back what motherfuckers they took (mannie) all you see is that platinum shit a ghetto nigga on stage grabbin his dick but you dont know what i have seen from the bitches to the riches to the triple beams the project bricks the old school kicks the early mornin capers and the late night flicks but since i moved on things aint the same i chose rap you chose the game (chorus 2X) verse 3 (baby) See your mom still strugglin you up in the pen but mom just wonderin when the end gon end when the guns gon stop from spinnin the bin or when the hood gon block the dope in the pen or when the light shot out you up in the park the white trunk out your homey got marked or every nigga that talk or rat in his heart or every nigga that talk should die in the dark (mannie) i never forgot you and what we did and how we came up and where we lived im seven forever turn coke to never hard head til im dead until im bout my cheddar gotta get my ends wanna push a benz eat steak live great and raise my twins i cant believe im talkin to ya now that ya gone i luv ya bruh and this is my song (chorus 2X) (music fades to end) |
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from Big Tymers - Big Money Heavy Weights (2003)
[Baby]
Aight nigga F**k it We did it once we gon do it again Hot Boy forever bitch Lets ride nigga [Gilly] B-I-G-T-Y-M-E-R-S Birdman wit the homie Mannie Fresh And Juvenile so you clowns don't arrest Let's do it [Baby] Got a Bentley wit the tags with the millionaire cash Two million on the ice with that gun in my hand Got the beat on the streets and we movin the slaya Porsche truck lift up and a four door Jag Uptown money spots niggas countin they cash No rules in this game niggs doin they thang See me watchin for the people 'cause they ready to slang Blowin dro' in Bahamas so that pineapple plate Couldn't give us six cars for the money we make I'm the king of the chrome get the f**k out my face I'm the sun, I'm the moon, I'm the Benz, I'm the whips I'm the crib, I'm the mouse quiet up in this bitch Smoothe baller 22s in they hip Smoke dro minks, haze and a spliffs I'm in the heat of the cloud that's how it's goin down A D-boy getting cheddar and I'm from uptown [Chorus - Gilly] Always poppin never stoppin Glocks cockin, body droppin Colla poppin, nigga knockin Everybody give me space, back up Everybody give me space, back up Always poppin never stoppin Glocks cockin, body droppin Colla poppin, nigga knockin Everybody give me space, back up Everybody give me space, back up [Mannie Fresh (Gilly)] (Why you got that gun nigga?) 'cause I can Woke up in the club with the bitch in my hand Everybody lay down, stay down I'm bout to spit this mothaf**kin hay round There's one nigga I'm lookin at (you about to get it flat) Everybody else just back back Bustin, fussin, yellin, cussin Fightin, bitin, niggas got to rustilin Throwin big chairs, pushin down stairs Disrespectin hos pullin out weave hairs But this one ho nobody know pull out the fo fo Made niggas lay it down on the floor That's when the police came The fire engine truck and the ambulance Bitch still bustin shots like Jesse James Big Money Heavyweight nigga I ain't playin The bitch was trill caught two to the grill One in the head damn lil' one dance Shake! [Chorus - Gilly (Juvenile)] Always poppin never stoppin Glocks cockin, body droppin Colla poppin, nigga knockin Everybody give me space, back up Everybody give me space, back up Always poppin never stoppin Glocks cockin, body droppin Colla poppin, nigga knockin (uh uh) Everybody give me space, back up (what what what what) Everybody give me space, back up (look look) [Juvenile] Gimme the roovie Juvie the shooter Try to follow my pandemonium point I'm gon lose ya Look around there's some niggas not with me Some of them dead, some of them doin bout 50 UTP you better stand up it's the general Bringin back the era of the criminal Look I got my own scene, got my own scheme Got killas so basically I'm doin my own thing I drive a 7-6-0 strapped up waitin at the light for the hero It's kinda hot outside niggas done shot blue eyes That's f**ked up 'cause my connect dropped me 5 I'ma excersize my right to get this cheese I don't have to put in work nigga my bitch will squeeze I ain't positive I'm a black man So watch your mouth playa 'cause you can catch a back hand Heh! [Chorus - Gilly] Always poppin never stoppin Glocks cockin, body droppin Colla poppin, nigga knockin Everybody give me space, back up Everybody give me space, back up Always poppin never stoppin Glocks cockin, body droppin Colla poppin, nigga knockin Everybody give me space, back up Everybody give me space, back up |
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from Big Tymers - Big Money Heavy Weights (2003)
(Mannie Fresh talking:)
yeah, yeah, yeah, If David Banner was here right now, he would just look at y'all mutha f**kas and go "DAMN", If Flip was here he would go "What Is Y'all saying ?"... (Mannie Fresh) I'm a push trucks, nigga I'm a drive Benz, Muthaf**k the 8's nigga I'ma get the 10's, I'ma drink everything, I'ma get drunk, Watch the shoes, I'ma show ya dudes, I'm bout to pop the trunk, I'ma be captivator, I'ma be calm, Hat to the shirt, to the pants playa WOAH, I'ma play Polo, I'ma stay rich, I'm about to bust the southside in this bitch, I'm a stay with sprint, mutha f**k Nextel, (can you hear me now, I don't love no girl) I'ma eat chicken player, Ima sip lak, And push the old school Caddy with the Diamond in the Back, I'ma get the candy paint just because I know you can't, Pussy, Pussy, Pussy, your life is blank, I'ma get the new J smoke all the purple haze, I'ma stick with game spittin', game spittin' in your face, (Chorus X2 (Lil' Wayne) Cause I'm a mutha f**kin southern boy, coming down so clean, and with rhymes so mean, heavy starch in my jeans, I Want Criss, want hard, f**k a nigga, f**k a broad, you can't top my southern flow, 'cause I'm a mutha f**kin southern boy (Baby) Look we ride the biggest truck, 20 inches don't give a f**k, When I roll, nigga know I'm plush Coming round' and I'm high as f**k, Green truck, lift up, spinning blades is a must, Wood grain, suede and leather, feeling good with this Cali weather, I can go in any hood, get a nigga they know I could, Coming round and I'm iced up too, Nigga know bout me and my crew, Laying low, being cool, Smoking weed, is what we do, Moving Ki's, bought that coupe, Stacking G's is what we do, Nigga know that I'm slanging that iron, F**k around trying to take my shine, Nigga know that I'm bout getting mine, Hustling, flippin when I'm on that grind, Nigga know we got work uptown, F**k around and we shut you down, Pussy, pussy pussy, you pussy pussy bitch.. (Chorus X2) (Bun B) I'm pumping thru the south holding my nuts, I'm in my candy apple red cadillac car rolling them dutch, White cuts with that stitch and tuck, looking for a bitch to f**k, Find a slut lil fifty buck, look like you need this dick to suck, I'm truck turner pimping, with Issac Hayes roll on, Just another pimp getting his stroll on bitch hold on, You staring at a pimp, trying to look him in his eyes, When You practice southballing, if you get broke don't be surprised, Tell no lies about this macking, some win and some be loosing, But pimping never dying 'cause these hoes is steady choosing, If you f**king with my paper, you cruising for a bruising, So let there be no confusion, pimping ain't no illusion, Don't believe me ask (?), she shorted my lil brother, she mutha f**king paged chose a pimp like no other, We all about that dollar bitch, so when you see a pimp don't try to holla, wipe me down and pop my collar.. (Chorus X2) |
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from Big Tymers - Big Money Heavy Weights (2003)
Big Tymers
"Beat It Up" *chorus* Beat it up Beat it up Beat it up Beat it up Beat it up (repeat 2x) You know you want this pussy (Sho' do) You know you want this pussy (It's tru) You know you want this pussy (Bring it on) You know you want this pussy (And I'm gone) With so much pussy on the city streets It's kinda hard for a pimp keepin up with these freaks But I tracks em' down, backs em' down, bustin they guts Leave pussy so gushy overflowin with nuts Ima hellafied supafied pickle slingin mac Dick like a stick breakin off of ya back It's explicit when I kiss it baby all night long Knock ya head against the bed till tha insides gone Give you big long wood Beat it real good I ain't yo man I ain't stayin but I wish I could A hour in tha shower then on top of tha dresser Then a big "gimme head" and then I'ma letcha Ride that pole Make ya say ooh The sex is incredible, The dick is like woah Cussin' lustin' Bout to get a nut when She looked at me and said *chorus* I come wit TVs and DVDs an a cars And I pack a big dick down in tha drawers I'm the neighborhood pickle slanga, Pain bringa Super sick big dick nasty ass rap singa Do it baby stick it baby do it baby get it Make that ass clap every time that I hit it Now all I need is liquor and weed Two dike bitches straight down n get G'ed See I got it up gotta hit it gotta get it Cause I moved up Gotta split it Gotta fit it to a Magnum Gotta fuck it don't love it I don't want none, but you can have some See I play it homie Fuck her best friends up Cause I banged on it Hit a hoes from the back and she sang homie From the same man's words From the same song, from the same song *chorus* This story takes place on the late night I was on the lakefront tryin' to get some act right You was actin' funny so I had to kick game I said you'd be my queen I'd be your king And things'd neva change Now I'm just sittin there lookin at the beaver It's hairy like Barry and it's bigger than Geneva Something says stick my finger in so I did Then came the two, the three, the four, the thumb And aw shit I just don't believe it How can she conceive it My fist, my wrist, bitch You need to summer's eve it Dush yo bush black You smell like step back What the fuck is that oooh tuna cat Put her out my jack fast Tell that bitch "You get no cash" Get yo shit together shorty clean yo lil funky ass Been alotta places, did alotta shows Met alotta people, Fucked alotta hoes I... *chorus* (repeat 2x) |
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from Big Tymers - Big Money Heavy Weights (2003)
[Baby and Mannie Fresh talking:]
[Baby:] yeah, big tymers, this what its hitting for nigga this stunna and fresh, believe that bitch, straight off the block nigga [Fresh:] this where it gets gangsta bitch [Baby: (loudly)] BIG MONEY HEAVYWEIGHT [Baby] where the cuts is dark and hoes are marked, and gun barking make a nigga meet the white chalk, (inhales) now blaze one before it all get it started BIG MONEY HEAVYWEIGHT ! [Mannie Fresh] Turn the TV channel, real life soprano, got the coke the dope, bitches, guns and ammo, I will lurk ya bitch to get filthy rich, BIG MONEY HEAVYWEIGHT ! [Baby] See I hold my hood down with that gunplay, around the way nigga know about my gunplay, so get ready, brace yourself or get money then holla BIG MONEY HEAVYWEIGHT ! [Mannie Fresh] I got that snow, that mega blow, that brick yella fella rock, is on the block, ya heared me nigga, The BT's breaking down Ki's please, we BIG MONEY HEAVYWEIGHT ! [Baby] Nigga hustled the case and cleared the safe, Hit a lick, hundred chips and cleared the place, Another robbery turned into a murder case, behind BIG MONEY HEAVYWEIGHT ! [Mannie Fresh] Act like you know man, the southern snow man, leave your brains in your lap I fear no man, I'm the reaper dude, ask your people dude, I move, BIG MONEY HEAVYWEIGHT ! [Baby] Nigga catch me in the hood smoking la la (la la) Me, Cito, and Troy and we riding fly, Shining is an everyday thing , BIG MONEY HEAVYWEIGHT ! [Mannie Fresh] That boy next to me, he pushing XTC, Got ya girl dick sucking in a lexus jeep, Nigga hood rich stars, pushing fly ass cars, Bitches love.. BIG MONEY HEAVYWEIGHT ! [Baby] On the block where the cops glocks won't stop, all night hustle niggas trying to weigh it out, we get money nigga, if you gonna flip it you get BIG MONEY HEAVYWEIGHT ! [Mannie Fresh] If you don't know kid, I slang that blow shit, But they can't catch a nigga like me with no evidence up in my residence, Cuz I'm BIG MONEY HEAVYWEIGHT ! [Baby] Triple beam lab, ghetto machines, Cocaine, Coco leaf, marijuana this is street dreams, Biatch, he's out the penn this our life we got.. BIG MONEY HEAVYWEIGHT ! [Mannie Fresh] In the Florida Keys my nigga Trick front ki's, Hook a buck, half a buck and even OZ's Nigga get ya game up, If you want ya fame up, I'm the BIG MONEY HEAVYWEIGHT ! [Baby] Big trucks, big nuts, nigga big guns, big figgaz, big niggas big hood luv, Keep it real and have no fear when it comes to... BIG MONEY HEAVYWEIGHT ! [Mannie Fresh] Cocaine and Rogaine, I got it cousin, Ain't got my money than the mutha fuckin' eagle bustin' You know the real bruh, these niggas kill for the, BIG MONEY HEAVYWEIGHT ! [Baby] We drive Range Rovers, Cadillacs and Maybachs, Game over, bitch nigga we was born soldiers, We do it one way, the hard way get it up fasho nigga BIG MONEY HEAVYWEIGHT ! [Mannie Fresh] For the power of the Kitty Cat, Niggaz gettin' at, Moving blow out the sto' where they sittin at, Please, fuck the cops, niggaz choppin up rocks, to get BIG MONEY HEAVYWEIGHT ! (WEIGHT, WEIGHT, WEIGHT) |
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from Big Tymers - Big Money Heavy Weights (2003)
Yea seems so thick
Tymer outkast orginized rap-a-lot Nutin but that U-G-K All the playas all the hustlas 8 ball MJG Goody mod You all know who it is See im a southern ass nigga with some southern ass hoes A hundred thou cash gets the southern ass flow Im rich bitch no more runnin around cold Shootin up windows and gunnin down doors OOOOOOOO Yea i think the suckas now That the hummer got drop keep it on the downlow Im crusin up highways stunnin down roads Ill open up shop then im shuttin down shows Luda cash checks thata break the bank Then im in old school like Frank the Tank You cant beat me join me peeps they bore me but all these southern ass they keep me horny Big tymers in a private jet Got the head of universal to sign the check Mean while ludacris is outta range in rovers Every coast watch out cuz the south is taking over Caddy devels wood steering wheels Got the chromed out lady on top of the grill With your foot on the gas Nigga whippen out cash Just blowin the grass (thats southern cuzin) Caddy devels wood steerin wheels GOt the chromed out lady on top of the grill With your foot on the gas Nigga whippen out cash Just blowin the grass (and you thought it wasnt) Weezy the god bow down give praises I'm easy involved with the drugs in my matrix Just keepin it calm kickin dubs from my laces I'm puckin a dre in the escalade basic Don't you fuckin play cuz I escapade faces Buck fifty a gram quickly I'm real shifty Come get me I'll be waitin the steel with me Show appreciation for those who still with me Throw a heap of gravy at those who still envy Cuz Weezy f baby all gravy gotta feel me Heh heh, feel me Lil' Weezy gat go blakah Feel heat feel sleepy, here's your mattress Chill, I'm still street deep, I got access Young and play hard with no practice Feelin me is like huggin a cactus But if you know pain you take it love it and patch it South side (chorus) Got southern type jeans and a southern type shirt When i drink a lotta beer give southern ass burp Got a southern ass crib and a southern ass car Down where im from im a southern ass star Got Southern ass chain, Southern ass brain I talk a lotta shit witha southern ass slang On any southern week Got a bunch of southern freaks Buck naked outside neighbors callin police Got a little Southern boy with a little Southern bike Got a little Southern girlfriend that he'd like Got a southern ass truck witha southern ass dog Got a big bass system knockin pictures off the wall Got a big Southern party drivin big seven forty Me and jazze pha cuttin on some southern shortys Im gonna be southern to the day i go From my head to my belly to my knees to my toes I'm a Southern ass nigga that that grew up hard Uptown third ward nigga blow up a car I'm the Southern ass nigga with the golds in my mouth New cars new rims with the work in the drop I'm a fool, I'm the dude, Mannie fresh the shit Two ghetto ass niggas now to flip a brick Well I'm stunna homeboy and I'm filthy rich Super fly get money in the drop top six I'm a Southern ass nigga that could blow in the sky Good weed, twenty threes on that brand new ride I'm a big money nigga with a boat on the lake M-I-A and A-T-L we do it state to state I'm a Southern ass nigga drive fifty whips Ten bikes customized everything we get I'm a fly nigga money and my jewels be glistenin Twenty fours on the Bentley and we blues them bitches nigga Four on the whips Southern cousin Home in the hills Southern cousin Chromes and Devils Southern cousin Home cooked meals Southern cousin Woooo When I'm a old school, shine up the wheels Feet on the mink floors, how does it feel Wood on the console, chrome on the grill When you come down here you know what it is Wooooo (fade out) Four on the whips Southern cousin Home in the hills Southern cousin Chromes and Devils Southern cousin Home cooked meals Southern cousin |
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from Big Tymers - Big Money Heavy Weights (2003)
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Shout out to my motherf**king self Ya heardz? I'm talking bout these bitches These hoes These play ass niggaz ? (Mannie) I ain't the one That get your tune up and you all done, bitch I'm looking nothing like your momma, son You get me messed up Guess what? I ain't him Get up and pick your shit up And go with him Nothing, nada, Nathanial I can't stand you Can you leave Please can you F**ked up weed Leave my shit Stanky ass bitch F**k your ass ho A nigga still rich My lawyer stay down Lay down And play the playground You joke ass, broke ass Ran out of smoke ass Gay ass, oh Bitch touch the wall Old sissy ass wannabe Missy ass y'all Some of these niggaz are bitches too Look at yourself It could be you But that's the way they do it bro I always knew that though Nigga had gays in his ways Cos he walk with a Switch, twitch Funny looking bitch Nobody likes you Fake ass snitch You need more people We don't believe you F**k you in your ass You can never be my equal (Woman/Mannie) (Baby) I ain't the one To get played like a pool party Trick money Get nothing bitch Get the f**k Give me something for my money, ma You know the score Long dick, big pimps Got to get more Get dough, off tha dro With the cash flow Laid low Fo' deep on the indo ? ? ? That's how we roll Ay yo how we roll on them 24's On tha block With the rocks, with the Calico New whip, new shoes on the benzo New ?kick? drop bricks in the 6 4 New lift, got chicks and they all know How we ride How we slide How we get inside How we hustle How we grind Til the day we die How we muscle How we tussle It's the way of life You don't see my struggle All you see is f**kin ? (Mannie) No keys No cheese No Benz No nut'in Get up get out Get the f**k and stop frontin Get on Before we spit on Your whole whack crew Y'all Niggaz Do what you do No keys No cheese No Benz No nut'in Get up get out Get the f**k and stop frontin Get on Before we spit on Your whole whack crew Y'all Niggaz Do what you do (Baby) I ain't the one To get cracked at a dice game Roll seven hit eleven Get your money, man Get together pluck a feather Wear your gold chain OG young nigga Let me do my thing Came through in the Rolls with the full frame Zaratoga and ? ? with the dope game Early 70's The block ? had a name Grey haired Mr Johnny is a pimp thing (Mannie) I ain't the one Piss me off And I'm a get the gun Clear this motherf**ker out And make them all run They shoot Too late to look Blocka, Blocka, Blocka, Blocka, Blocka, Bla ?7 wall hard head? Kill them all I want them dead Watch your mouth It's a drought And they all afraid The feds got ?flicks? Of all your clicks They confiscating cars and they locking up chicks (Mannie) No keys No cheese No Benz No nut'in Get up get out Get the f**k and stop frontin Get on Before we spit on Your whole whack crew Y'all Niggaz Do what you do No keys No cheese No Benz No nut'in Get up get out Get the f**k and stop frontin Get on Before we spit on Your whole whack crew Y'all Niggaz Do what you do |
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from Big Tymers - Big Money Heavy Weights (2003)
[Mannie]
I done teached and talked Walked away and fought Went from cussin and bustin Hustle from day to dark Turned nothin to somethin Introduced to stunnin In my life In my life I done caused some hurt And I done did some good Said I can't even when I could I was stopped and tested fingerprinted and arrested In my life In my life Just say no when I really meant yes I'm gon smoke all night til it hurt my chest Slim told me over the years that shit gon tear up careers In yo life In yo life What'chu gon do when snakes come to yo crew I'm a get on my knees and ask the Lord please Separate good from fake and the love and the hate In my life In my life [B.G.] I mean fuck I done had a rough life you know what I'm sayin B.G. lived that thug life I done done it all in my life I done done time I done lived in group homes I been on the third floor of hospitals I mean it's just been a stuggle for me But now I'm on top you know what I'm sayin And it ain't to turnin back And I take chances in whatever I do Cuz if I don't take chances I don't see the life after all [Mannie] The night in the Rover When the niggas came over You went out like a soldier And I still can't get over What fake bitches done done Got me clutchin my gun In this life In this life I used to wonder why All the good niggas die Why some soldier gotta suffer And mothers gotta cry Why my daddie gotta lie Cuz he don't even try to be In my life In my life Take care of your crib Where you lay down and live Forget and forgive cuz you done put it through some shit Had yo daughter and yo son Been down since day one In yo life In yo life What the fuck is wrong you don't understand this song Tell yo momma you love her before she dead and gone Nigga that don't quit that's some real ass shit In this life In this life [Juvenile] Man I mean me Juvenile drugs tore my family up I'm from the projects so you know I just realized What it means to be successful Cuz I been through all kinds of shit man bullshit And I live through Baby, Slim and the Lord to help me And I came to them as a real nigga And I said look dog I'm tired of livin like this man [Baby] I had pounds of coke I had money to blow I had a felony charge I had to fight in the court I had warrant reports Shot up cars before In my life My life I got kids to feed I got niggas to watch I need a hundred mil I need to get off the block Wear soldier Rees In the gamblin spot In my life My life I could cook it and cut it I could bag it and move it I could toat in the budget Got money to prove it I done flood the public Hope Beatrice'll do it In my life My life Now my name is Baby But the call me Bubba Ain't a bitch that I know that can say that I love her Gettin pussy from a boss bitch wearin a rubber In my life My life Let me stunt and shine Let me bling and floss Let me ride without the law always searchin my car I just wanna chill fuck bitches and play In my life My life Hoes cry in my world give me that Baby shit Goin to the people knowin that they made me and shit You just don't know what I go through In my life My life I got Bentlys and Jags got Prowlers and Vets Got Benjamins, Hummers, Cadillacs and vests Condos and houses Cardiers and Rovers In my life My life I got cars and broads with money to make I got that brown wall and that white gate Got bitches and hoes love that platinum and gold In my life My life [Turk] Beautiful Baby what's happenin This Lil Turk you heard me One of the Original Hot Boys I done did it all you heard me From runnin through cuts and hallways Runnin through projects bustin heads Yeah that's that lil nigga Turk Young and Thuggin you heard me I know you gonna let me do what I do Don't hate me cuz I'm beautiful you heard me We on top now nigga no longer livin that trife-life you heard me Respect and a check we ain't doin nothin but poppin bottles and fuckin hoes You heard me, makin money that's all nigga Uh-huh |
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from Big Tymers - Big Money Heavy Weights (2003)
[Baby Talking:]
Ay, Big Money Heavyweight, ay Fresh we back at it daddy, Big Tymers, summertime boy [Verse 1 (Baby)] See its summertime homie and we born to shine, Cadillac dipped grill with the 9 on line, Keep the ice on packed, with the big mack stacks, Rims dipped the same colour as the new Cadillac, See we lace our hoes, and smoke our dro' When we go to the club, we go through the back door, With the nine on my waistline (waistline) Any nigga act up he get that nine to his f**kin' mind Homie still doing time (doing time), son a sack thru his mind he get it thru the pipeline, flicks, so you see how we shine, everybody know stunna so you know I'm doing mines, Its a vision of dreams with Cadillac machines, get loot, not hoes if you know what I mean Gotta hustle and grind, keep the money on your mind, Summertime all hoods, blow up and shine [Chorus X2 (Tateeze & Baby)] [Tateeze] Got everything they ever built, everything they ever made [Baby] And on my bed, I even got a mink spread [Tateeze] On all my cars, gotta have spinning blades [Baby] And all my toys, gotta have an infared [Verse 2 (Mannie Fresh)] Six years ago, a friend of mine Said its gon' rain before the sunshine, Some gon' lead, some gon' follow, Some gon' spit, some gon' swallow, Now where you going ?, where you been ? And whats your angle, and how you fit in, So this time I made up my mind, F**k being broke, its time to shine, Kiss my momma, tell my daddy I'm gone, Baby boy on his way to make a song, From a quarter to a dollar to a five to a ten You are witnessing, The rise of a young black entrepreneur, Spread my wings, I'm about to soar, two million, three million nigga I did it, two billion, three billion nigga lets get it, [Chorus X2] [Verse 3 (Baby & Mannie Fresh)] [Baby] See I'm a neighbourhood baller with the beamers and sprawlers, The broads keep callin 'cause baby I'm ballin' Hood rich shit with these ghettos and bricks, Stunna back at it ma' with that brand new six, Stunna got that caddy with the bubble eye lips, Fully equipped whips to custom made shit, Now everything is wet, and everything is slick, and everything is paid, mannie mink pimp [Mannie Fresh] You scared, get the new escalade, The long motherf**ker get the head done in suede, Shining at its best, nigga wear your vest, Southern ass nigga with his shirts and jeans fresh, I like them starched heavy, big box chevy, Head till' I'm dead from my ol' girl Debbie, Don't try it, buy it, if its factory, amplify it, Might go nitro, ignite it, [Chorus X2] [Baby's voice overlapping, talking] Yeah !, I see ya Casey, I see ya fam, Gilly, Mikkey, Boo, Mike, Stone, Lac, d-boy Ceedy Wop, ay Ta I got you girl, I'm a hold us down shorty, we gon buy us some new private jets, yeah, Weezy We, Young Money, Squad up nigga, Mannie Freezie, Suga Slim, Joe and Greg, I got us baby, Hold on nigga, its all good homie, ay Rodney !, its ya boy, its Bird Beezy my Neezy, we riding for ya Darkchild in the building nigga, yeah, ay Tanto, I ain't forget bout you nigga, uptown we in this bitch nigga, ay ay, we riding till the wheels fall off nigga, guaranteed we wont look back from here nigga, We keeping it hood, you know, we only know it one way nigga, yeah yeah, ah ! |
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from Big Tymers - Big Money Heavy Weights (2003)
[Baby]
Aight nigga F**k it We did it once we gon do it again Hot Boy forever bitch Lets ride nigga [Gilly] B-I-G-T-Y-M-E-R-S Birdman wit the homie Mannie Fresh And Juvenile so you clowns don't arrest Let's do it [Baby] Got a Bentley wit the tags with the millionaire cash Two million on the ice with that gun in my hand Got the beat on the streets and we movin the slaya Porsche truck lift up and a four door Jag Uptown money spots niggas countin they cash No rules in this game niggs doin they thang See me watchin for the people 'cause they ready to slang Blowin dro' in Bahamas so that pineapple plate Couldn't give us six cars for the money we make I'm the king of the chrome get the f**k out my face I'm the sun, I'm the moon, I'm the Benz, I'm the whips I'm the crib, I'm the mouse quiet up in this bitch Smoothe baller 22s in they hip Smoke dro minks, haze and a spliffs I'm in the heat of the cloud that's how it's goin down A D-boy getting cheddar and I'm from uptown [Chorus - Gilly] Always poppin never stoppin Glocks cockin, body droppin Colla poppin, nigga knockin Everybody give me space, back up Everybody give me space, back up Always poppin never stoppin Glocks cockin, body droppin Colla poppin, nigga knockin Everybody give me space, back up Everybody give me space, back up [Mannie Fresh (Gilly)] (Why you got that gun nigga?) 'cause I can Woke up in the club with the bitch in my hand Everybody lay down, stay down I'm bout to spit this mothaf**kin hay round There's one nigga I'm lookin at (you about to get it flat) Everybody else just back back Bustin, fussin, yellin, cussin Fightin, bitin, niggas got to rustilin Throwin big chairs, pushin down stairs Disrespectin hos pullin out weave hairs But this one ho nobody know pull out the fo fo Made niggas lay it down on the floor That's when the police came The fire engine truck and the ambulance Bitch still bustin shots like Jesse James Big Money Heavyweight nigga I ain't playin The bitch was trill caught two to the grill One in the head damn lil' one dance Shake! [Chorus - Gilly (Juvenile)] Always poppin never stoppin Glocks cockin, body droppin Colla poppin, nigga knockin Everybody give me space, back up Everybody give me space, back up Always poppin never stoppin Glocks cockin, body droppin Colla poppin, nigga knockin (uh uh) Everybody give me space, back up (what what what what) Everybody give me space, back up (look look) [Juvenile] Gimme the roovie Juvie the shooter Try to follow my pandemonium point I'm gon lose ya Look around there's some niggas not with me Some of them dead, some of them doin bout 50 UTP you better stand up it's the general Bringin back the era of the criminal Look I got my own scene, got my own scheme Got killas so basically I'm doin my own thing I drive a 7-6-0 strapped up waitin at the light for the hero It's kinda hot outside niggas done shot blue eyes That's f**ked up 'cause my connect dropped me 5 I'ma excersize my right to get this cheese I don't have to put in work nigga my bitch will squeeze I ain't positive I'm a black man So watch your mouth playa 'cause you can catch a back hand Heh! [Chorus - Gilly] Always poppin never stoppin Glocks cockin, body droppin Colla poppin, nigga knockin Everybody give me space, back up Everybody give me space, back up Always poppin never stoppin Glocks cockin, body droppin Colla poppin, nigga knockin Everybody give me space, back up Everybody give me space, back up |
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from Big Tymers - Big Money Heavy Weights (2003)
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(Baby talking) Hey Fresh! We back at it baby (Chorus: Manny Fresh) Here baby doll, up against the wall And through the sound, he broke it down Only one more Hypnotic, and that's when he shot it I'm not lookin' for love, up in the club But I wanna go home with you, girl (Verse 1) (Manny Fresh) I'm not your man I'm a pimp, baby please understand But you hot, and they not, so we can hold hands In a long truck, Cadillac Surround sound, front to back "Forever? Forever, ever?" Forever, ever black Ridin' in the sunshine, crankin' up the Alpine Rubbin' down shorty's spine, she is fine! Love 'um, leave 'um, go back and retrieve 'um If their hair is bad, then I will weave 'um (Baby) Kick back in the Phantom, two clips and a hammer Cruisin' through the hood on them Deion Sanders Nothin' but red whips and all them candy Two chicks, two chickens that flew from Atlanta, aye Laid back in a Maebach, countin' stacks Got work, go to work, nigga count that Summer shine, summer time, and we on the grind Birdman got them chickens and they ain't flyin' (Chorus: Manny Fresh) Here baby doll, up against the wall And through the sound, he broke it down Only one more Hypnotic, and that's when he shot it I'm not lookin' for love, up in the club But I wanna go home with you, girl (Verse 2) (Manny Fresh) I'm cool, I'm hip, I'm fresh, I'm good I'm diamonds up against the wood, richest nigga from the hood Four amplifiers, four 24 tires Fuck professional liars, fo' show enter our fire In a big black Chevy, starch real heavy Peanut butter reclinin', with the Steve Harvey line in Look at me! (Baby) Let me slide and ride and get inside And take you to my hood where it's do or die Where the whips is clean, we hustle for nickels and dimes Chips, green, the liquior was hard as a crime Custom machine and 'dro be on my mind Lace my team with life and bricks for dimes Ghetto soldier and you can't stop my shine Fresh, Stunna, bitch respect my mind (Chorus: Manny Fresh) Here baby doll, up against the wall And through the sound, he broke it down Only one more Hypnotic, and that's when he shot it I'm not lookin' for love, up in the club But I wanna go home with you, girl (Verse 3) (Manny Fresh) Sean Paul on the wall, break it down, do it girl Lift it up, let it flow, shake it fast, there it go Make it wobble, make it jiggle, put the pickle in the middle Push it back, make it clap, in and out, that's a wrap Good bye, so long, I got to go, I'm goin' home But you my favorite friend, let's bump and grind next weekend (Baby) See you fuckin' with your boy, remember who gunna ride? When trouble hit the hood nigga, who gunna die? When shit get ugly nigga, who gunna fly? But when shit get bubbly everybody wanna ride me Benz, Lexus, the coupe, the jets Nigga holla at the boy, baby pimpin' the flesh Like in Stalled Evoy, third world is the set I'm a worldwide shiner bitch, I drove the best (Chorus: Manny Fresh (2X)) Here baby doll, up against the wall And through the sound, he broke it down Only one more Hypnotic, and that's when he shot it I'm not lookin' for love, up in the club But I wanna go home with you, girl |
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from Big Tymers - Big Money Heavy Weights (2003)
[TQ]
We can smoke Uh-huh Yeah, yeah Smokin' smokin' Smokin' smokin' [TQ] We can smoke (we can smoke) We can drink (we can drink) We can freak the night away (smokin' smokin') Can we freak the night away? Can we smoke? (Can we smoke?) Let's drink (Let's drink) We gone stunt the night away Blow blunts around the way [Baby] Ma, you can shine with a nigga If you grind with a nigga Spend time with yo nigga, mama Whoa, you can ride with a nigga Get fly with a nigga Get high with yo nigga, mama Whoa, we can blaze the haze Day to day in the hood That's what's up Whodie, we can tow the K (?) Go around the way Jumping out the brand new truck Whodie, situation getting sticky Nigga blowing on his sticky Sex, weed and a twist-up Yeah, I'm in the hood with the metal Cause I'm good with the ghetto Nigga playing get f**ked up Yeah, we live the gumbo lives It's high in spite (?) We struggled, but we came up Go, you can look in my eyes See G's for life Talking money Bring my name up [TQ - Chorus] We can smoke (we can smoke) We can drink (we can drink) We can freak the night away (freak the night away) Can we freak the night away? Can we smoke? (Can we smoke?) Let's drink (Let's drink) We gone stunt the night away (stunt the night away) Blow blunts around the way (blunts around the way) We can smoke the best weed We can drink the good Cognac (Cognac) We can do it in my Cadillac (my Cadillac) Come and smoke with me (come and smoke with me) See I got that purple haze (purple haze) And it's time for us to blaze Can we smoke? [Mannie Fresh] Shazzam, damn, a bag of weed A cup of Cognac and a couple of seeds Two hot strippers coming out they zippers We some pimps dude We don't tip them, they tip us I got my smoking jacket on 10 feet long Inhale, exhale, that shit gone If you ain't got what I'm drinking Then I'm drinking what ya got Hey, keep them bitches coming cause I drink a lot I'm a gulp like a fish You want some of this? We can have sex, but you can't have a kiss She said what's next Your ever did x? Ex-girlfriend now I'm cashing your checks We can jump in the coup Take a ride by Snoop He got a lot of weed, you can f- like soup You can smoke, you can drink Till your lips turn pink Till you pass out, ass out Full of that dank [TQ - Chorus] We can smoke (we can smoke) We can drink (we can drink) We can freak the night away (freak the night away) Can we freak the night away? (Can we freak the night away?) Can we smoke? (Can we smoke?) Let's drink (Let's drink) We gone stunt the night away (can we stunt the night away?) Blow blunts around the way (blow blunts around the way) We can smoke the best weed (We can smoke the best weed) We can drink the good Cognac (Cognac) We can do it in my Cadillac (my Cadillac) Come and smoke with me (come and smoke with me) See I got that purple haze (purple haze) And it's time for us to blaze Can we smoke? [Baby] Whoa, we got that golden leaves rolled With the weed in the middle Dro stuck to the window blowing Whoa, nigga feeling real good He high as he could Nigga f**ked around and blew up Whoa, we gotta mix it right The grey goose fired The blender with the fruit ice Yeah, nigga look at my life And see what's inside You f**k around and blow up Whoa, then we blaze and blaze Round the way We keep both guns tucked, biatch We read the play Around the way For the people coming full up Whoa, nigga pump your brakes You're from the state Nigga know how we came up Nigga plead the plate From state to state Cooking cakes so niggas blow up [TQ - Chorus] We can smoke (we can smoke) We can drink (Smokin' smokin') We can freak the night away (freak the night away) Can we freak the night away? (Can we freak the night away?) Can we smoke? (Can we smoke?) Let's drink (Let's drink) We gone stunt the night away (stunt the night away) Blow blunts around the way (Smokin' smokin') We can smoke the best weed (the best weed) We can drink the good Cognac (Cognac) We can do it in my Cadillac (my Cadillac) Come and smoke with me (Smokin' smokin' smokin') See I got that purple haze (Smokin' smokin' smokin') And it's time for us to blaze [Baby - ad lib to fade] |
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from Big Tymers - Big Money Heavy Weights (2003)
Big Tymers
"Beat It Up" *chorus* Beat it up Beat it up Beat it up Beat it up Beat it up (repeat 2x) You know you want this pussy (Sho' do) You know you want this pussy (It's tru) You know you want this pussy (Bring it on) You know you want this pussy (And I'm gone) With so much pussy on the city streets It's kinda hard for a pimp keepin up with these freaks But I tracks em' down, backs em' down, bustin they guts Leave pussy so gushy overflowin with nuts Ima hellafied supafied pickle slingin mac Dick like a stick breakin off of ya back It's explicit when I kiss it baby all night long Knock ya head against the bed till tha insides gone Give you big long wood Beat it real good I ain't yo man I ain't stayin but I wish I could A hour in tha shower then on top of tha dresser Then a big "gimme head" and then I'ma letcha Ride that pole Make ya say ooh The sex is incredible, The dick is like woah Cussin' lustin' Bout to get a nut when She looked at me and said *chorus* I come wit TVs and DVDs an a cars And I pack a big dick down in tha drawers I'm the neighborhood pickle slanga, Pain bringa Super sick big dick nasty ass rap singa Do it baby stick it baby do it baby get it Make that ass clap every time that I hit it Now all I need is liquor and weed Two dike bitches straight down n get G'ed See I got it up gotta hit it gotta get it Cause I moved up Gotta split it Gotta fit it to a Magnum Gotta fuck it don't love it I don't want none, but you can have some See I play it homie Fuck her best friends up Cause I banged on it Hit a hoes from the back and she sang homie From the same man's words From the same song, from the same song *chorus* This story takes place on the late night I was on the lakefront tryin' to get some act right You was actin' funny so I had to kick game I said you'd be my queen I'd be your king And things'd neva change Now I'm just sittin there lookin at the beaver It's hairy like Barry and it's bigger than Geneva Something says stick my finger in so I did Then came the two, the three, the four, the thumb And aw shit I just don't believe it How can she conceive it My fist, my wrist, bitch You need to summer's eve it Dush yo bush black You smell like step back What the fuck is that oooh tuna cat Put her out my jack fast Tell that bitch "You get no cash" Get yo shit together shorty clean yo lil funky ass Been alotta places, did alotta shows Met alotta people, Fucked alotta hoes I... *chorus* (repeat 2x) |
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from Big Tymers - Big Money Heavy Weights (2003)
Yea seems so thick
Tymer outkast orginized rap-a-lot Nutin but that U-G-K All the playas all the hustlas 8 ball MJG Goody mod You all know who it is See im a southern ass nigga with some southern ass hoes A hundred thou cash gets the southern ass flow Im rich bitch no more runnin around cold Shootin up windows and gunnin down doors OOOOOOOO Yea i think the suckas now That the hummer got drop keep it on the downlow Im crusin up highways stunnin down roads Ill open up shop then im shuttin down shows Luda cash checks thata break the bank Then im in old school like Frank the Tank You cant beat me join me peeps they bore me but all these southern ass they keep me horny Big tymers in a private jet Got the head of universal to sign the check Mean while ludacris is outta range in rovers Every coast watch out cuz the south is taking over Caddy devels wood steering wheels Got the chromed out lady on top of the grill With your foot on the gas Nigga whippen out cash Just blowin the grass (thats southern cuzin) Caddy devels wood steerin wheels GOt the chromed out lady on top of the grill With your foot on the gas Nigga whippen out cash Just blowin the grass (and you thought it wasnt) Weezy the god bow down give praises I'm easy involved with the drugs in my matrix Just keepin it calm kickin dubs from my laces I'm puckin a dre in the escalade basic Don't you fuckin play cuz I escapade faces Buck fifty a gram quickly I'm real shifty Come get me I'll be waitin the steel with me Show appreciation for those who still with me Throw a heap of gravy at those who still envy Cuz Weezy f baby all gravy gotta feel me Heh heh, feel me Lil' Weezy gat go blakah Feel heat feel sleepy, here's your mattress Chill, I'm still street deep, I got access Young and play hard with no practice Feelin me is like huggin a cactus But if you know pain you take it love it and patch it South side (chorus) Got southern type jeans and a southern type shirt When i drink a lotta beer give southern ass burp Got a southern ass crib and a southern ass car Down where im from im a southern ass star Got Southern ass chain, Southern ass brain I talk a lotta shit witha southern ass slang On any southern week Got a bunch of southern freaks Buck naked outside neighbors callin police Got a little Southern boy with a little Southern bike Got a little Southern girlfriend that he'd like Got a southern ass truck witha southern ass dog Got a big bass system knockin pictures off the wall Got a big Southern party drivin big seven forty Me and jazze pha cuttin on some southern shortys Im gonna be southern to the day i go From my head to my belly to my knees to my toes I'm a Southern ass nigga that that grew up hard Uptown third ward nigga blow up a car I'm the Southern ass nigga with the golds in my mouth New cars new rims with the work in the drop I'm a fool, I'm the dude, Mannie fresh the shit Two ghetto ass niggas now to flip a brick Well I'm stunna homeboy and I'm filthy rich Super fly get money in the drop top six I'm a Southern ass nigga that could blow in the sky Good weed, twenty threes on that brand new ride I'm a big money nigga with a boat on the lake M-I-A and A-T-L we do it state to state I'm a Southern ass nigga drive fifty whips Ten bikes customized everything we get I'm a fly nigga money and my jewels be glistenin Twenty fours on the Bentley and we blues them bitches nigga Four on the whips Southern cousin Home in the hills Southern cousin Chromes and Devils Southern cousin Home cooked meals Southern cousin Woooo When I'm a old school, shine up the wheels Feet on the mink floors, how does it feel Wood on the console, chrome on the grill When you come down here you know what it is Wooooo (fade out) Four on the whips Southern cousin Home in the hills Southern cousin Chromes and Devils Southern cousin Home cooked meals Southern cousin |
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from Big Tymers - Big Money Heavy Weights (2003)
[Mannie Talking (high pitched voice)]
Follow me baby, come with me baby [whistles] Follow me baby, come with me baby, come with me baby, come with me baby, Hey, hey, hey, this is devastating daddy the dog, barking at these hoes out my monte carlo, you can stay or you can follow...[dog barking] talk like a dog, walk like a dog, fit like a dog, and spit like a dog.. [Mannie Fresh Rapping..] I'm a D-O-G, you know me, coming through this mother fucker in an 83' slant back with kits, spittin shit to your bitch, she'll do anything for me cause I'm filthy rich, hoe open your eyes, I'll feed you popeyes, then take you to the crib then I open ya thighs, Bitch say what you want, do what you feel, I'll slam dunk a bitch like Shaquille O'Neil, No I don't play ball but I'm a baller, Drop ya ass off then I'll call ya, Arebadurchi bitch, step to the side, Got 20 more hoes trying to get in my ride, (?) then I'll flee, go and get a tree, Shut the fuck up bitch and listen to me, Don't worry what I'm doing, and who the fuck I'm screwing, My money run long like J.R Yewin, I'm a mack like roni, pretty like Tony, puff like daddy, and the bitches come early, Give me head can you beat it give ya boy some action, Spin around and grab my dick like Michael Jackson, Nigga pimpin ain't dead, you heared what I said, I got a high priced hoe, layin bitches she red, The chick want I, cuz I'm superfly, The bitch don't believe that I tell her a lie, I'm an interstate pimp, walk with a limp, Hoe better have my wine with my lobster and shrimp, Because I'm rich, chicks they notice me, Forever my lady ?, bitch I ain't Jodeci, If fucking you is wrong, I don't want to be right, Your mouthing feel good and your pussy is tight, But you gotta understand I could never be your man, Put ya ring back on bitch, you ain't stan, You wanna know the real, I tell you how I feel, I don't give a fuck about a bitch I'm trying to make a bill, I'm a dog bitch, I don't care, Fuck what you talking bout, life ain't fair, Hoes don't help, they just spend your wealth, Then they gone in the wind when you lone and help, Other things and your children, smelling like urine, Gone from home, like you been out tourin, Think who you with, bitch get off my dick, I ain't giving up nuthing, I ain't paying your rent, Bitch get on your hustle, let me see your muscle, Think you gettin money, then we gon' have to tussle, Scooby Do, but I don't, Tiger Woods, but I wont, treat you like a woman, bitch bring me something, sucker punch ya ass and leave ya ribcage thumpin', [Chorus X2] [Tateeze] You a dog huh ? [Group] Keep Pimpin' [Tateeze] You a dog huh ? [Group] Keep Pimpin' [Tateeze] Oh you a dog huh ? [Group] Keep Pimpin', Keep Pimpin', Keep Pimpin' [Mannie Fresh Talking (high pitched voice)] Yeah, I wanna be your agent, I wanna be your cousin, I wanna be everything your man wasn't, I wanna be your friend, I wanna know your ATM PIN, If I tell you to follow me, Come with me, in a swimming pool, full of biting Pirahnnahs, dressed like you is Madonna, Come with me Baby, Come with me, Fly !, Fly !, And baby, if you do come with me, you can have all the spinach you can eat, all the Caffine you can possibly drink, red bull is there for you, ice cubes, black and white TV, these things I offer to you baby, if you just come with me [Beat Stops...] [Mannie Fresh Talking in Normal Voice:] First of all, get off my lawn, before I pinch your mutha fuckin arm, I ain't gon' fight you, I ain't gon' bite you, I ain't gon' kick you, or punch you, but I will pinch the shit out of you, I apologize to all the women, all the ladies and that for making this song, but there was this one bitch that had me mad with all that Beggin shit, she done took that Cash Money Millionaire shit too far, its Baby on TV talkin about, he got a hundred million dollar record deal and he got a Maybach and all that, bitch I drive Chevy's, Old Chevy's get the fuck off with that shit, there is some football players up the street, there is some basketball players on the right side, go beg to them mutha fuckers, I ain't giving you shit, the stupidest shit my dick ever did was fuck you, I love ladies but I hate hoes, thats why you get notta, nathaniel, nartica, ZERO ! |
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(R. Kelly - talking (continues behind Chorus))
Roll, cheah, cheah Roll, cheah, cheah Roll, cheah, cheah (Chorus) You can catch me in the club with a gangsta girl When I ride, I'm gonna ride with a gangsta girl When I smoke, I'm gonna smoke with a gangsta girl When I freak, I'm gonna freak me a gangsta . (Verse 1 - R. Kelly) I'm lookin for them gangsta girls, not them fake ass +Wanksta+ girls Just them ghetto fabulous girls, gotta keep 'em in my world Mama makin gangsta moves, rollin with this gangsta dudes Sittin on, spinnin 24's, openin my Bentley doors Drunk at the party, hands up in the air but still she sexy when she shake her body That type of chick that says "hey girl, let's go to the after party" After that we go to my room for the after, after party Y'all know what happens next, Hypnotiq and a rated X, got her singin the greatest sex Now on dubs, rollin up, into the club, raisin 'em up Now we in the back, blazin 'em up (inhale), dice in hand, shakin 'em up I need a chick like that to come and share my gangsta world (woo) And if you in the club with hands up, you can gangsta girl (Baby - talking behind Chorus) Oh yeah I see ya Oh yeah Yeah (Chorus) (Verse 2 - Baby) Ok, mami your so gangsta cause she fuck with nothin but gangsta (gangsta) Type a nigga that a stank a gangsta Drink Hypnotiq and she roll big body, and she got a body, that is gangsta hotty And she fuck with nothin but gangstas that is old O.G.'s (O.G.). 24's on that brand new jeep At a gangsta party, she'll be drinkin Bacardi, and she pops her body, don't you hurt nobody Got my killers in here, they'll squirt somebody, but that Benz so fast, it'll jerk your body And we smokin that Cali dro, totin that Calico Bird man and Kelly mami, let your body roll No one will never know, what happen behind the door I like it fast or slow, a freaky bitch fo sho Street life is all I know, hustlin and stackin dough I file to keep it gangsta, until my casket closed (Chorus) (Verse 3 - Mannie Fresh) Once upon a time in this place called hood Where the gangsta girls shake it and they all smell good Lived this legendary pimp (pimp) by the name of Fresh Fix hair, fix nails, fix toes, fix breast But one chick super sick, make every nigga grab his dick Heart pound up and down, when she goin round and round Do the +Snake+, stop and shake, ass like an earthquake I can't wait to meet her uh, undress her, beat her up Now we leavin from the club, and she let me cop a rub Can't believe she choose me, +Feelin On Her Booty+ I'm about to cut like knives, strokin mami with some eyes Takin me to paradise, I nut once, she nut twice Sex in cities, rubbin titties, that's how I get it One more 'gain, with her friend, playa that's how I hit it Now we grippin, grabbin, pullin, stabbin (what is your name?) It's Hypnotiq how I got it, but I'ma glad that you came (Chorus) (Verse 4 - Mannie Fresh) Slim Teresa, and Lakeisha (they some gangsta girls) Tanya, Wanda, and Laneisha (they some gangsta girls) My fifty Kims all in Tims (gangsta girls) A hundred shorties, all at parties (gangsta girls) Full of drama, baby mama (she's a gangsta girl) When they freakin on the weekend (they some gangsta girls) But they knowin where they goin (the gangsta girls) Fly wheels, pay they bills (the gangsta girls) (Chorus) |
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from Big Tymers - Big Money Heavy Weights (2003)
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Shout out to my motherf**king self Ya heardz? I'm talking bout these bitches These hoes These play ass niggaz ? (Mannie) I ain't the one That get your tune up and you all done, bitch I'm looking nothing like your momma, son You get me messed up Guess what? I ain't him Get up and pick your shit up And go with him Nothing, nada, Nathanial I can't stand you Can you leave Please can you F**ked up weed Leave my shit Stanky ass bitch F**k your ass ho A nigga still rich My lawyer stay down Lay down And play the playground You joke ass, broke ass Ran out of smoke ass Gay ass, oh Bitch touch the wall Old sissy ass wannabe Missy ass y'all Some of these niggaz are bitches too Look at yourself It could be you But that's the way they do it bro I always knew that though Nigga had gays in his ways Cos he walk with a Switch, twitch Funny looking bitch Nobody likes you Fake ass snitch You need more people We don't believe you F**k you in your ass You can never be my equal (Woman/Mannie) (Baby) I ain't the one To get played like a pool party Trick money Get nothing bitch Get the f**k Give me something for my money, ma You know the score Long dick, big pimps Got to get more Get dough, off tha dro With the cash flow Laid low Fo' deep on the indo ? ? ? That's how we roll Ay yo how we roll on them 24's On tha block With the rocks, with the Calico New whip, new shoes on the benzo New ?kick? drop bricks in the 6 4 New lift, got chicks and they all know How we ride How we slide How we get inside How we hustle How we grind Til the day we die How we muscle How we tussle It's the way of life You don't see my struggle All you see is f**kin ? (Mannie) No keys No cheese No Benz No nut'in Get up get out Get the f**k and stop frontin Get on Before we spit on Your whole whack crew Y'all Niggaz Do what you do No keys No cheese No Benz No nut'in Get up get out Get the f**k and stop frontin Get on Before we spit on Your whole whack crew Y'all Niggaz Do what you do (Baby) I ain't the one To get cracked at a dice game Roll seven hit eleven Get your money, man Get together pluck a feather Wear your gold chain OG young nigga Let me do my thing Came through in the Rolls with the full frame Zaratoga and ? ? with the dope game Early 70's The block ? had a name Grey haired Mr Johnny is a pimp thing (Mannie) I ain't the one Piss me off And I'm a get the gun Clear this motherf**ker out And make them all run They shoot Too late to look Blocka, Blocka, Blocka, Blocka, Blocka, Bla ?7 wall hard head? Kill them all I want them dead Watch your mouth It's a drought And they all afraid The feds got ?flicks? Of all your clicks They confiscating cars and they locking up chicks (Mannie) No keys No cheese No Benz No nut'in Get up get out Get the f**k and stop frontin Get on Before we spit on Your whole whack crew Y'all Niggaz Do what you do No keys No cheese No Benz No nut'in Get up get out Get the f**k and stop frontin Get on Before we spit on Your whole whack crew Y'all Niggaz Do what you do |
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from Big Tymers - Big Money Heavy Weights (2003)
[Mannie]
I done teached and talked Walked away and fought Went from cussin and bustin Hustle from day to dark Turned nothin to somethin Introduced to stunnin In my life In my life I done caused some hurt And I done did some good Said I can't even when I could I was stopped and tested fingerprinted and arrested In my life In my life Just say no when I really meant yes I'm gon smoke all night til it hurt my chest Slim told me over the years that shit gon tear up careers In yo life In yo life What'chu gon do when snakes come to yo crew I'm a get on my knees and ask the Lord please Separate good from fake and the love and the hate In my life In my life [B.G.] I mean fuck I done had a rough life you know what I'm sayin B.G. lived that thug life I done done it all in my life I done done time I done lived in group homes I been on the third floor of hospitals I mean it's just been a stuggle for me But now I'm on top you know what I'm sayin And it ain't to turnin back And I take chances in whatever I do Cuz if I don't take chances I don't see the life after all [Mannie] The night in the Rover When the niggas came over You went out like a soldier And I still can't get over What fake bitches done done Got me clutchin my gun In this life In this life I used to wonder why All the good niggas die Why some soldier gotta suffer And mothers gotta cry Why my daddie gotta lie Cuz he don't even try to be In my life In my life Take care of your crib Where you lay down and live Forget and forgive cuz you done put it through some shit Had yo daughter and yo son Been down since day one In yo life In yo life What the fuck is wrong you don't understand this song Tell yo momma you love her before she dead and gone Nigga that don't quit that's some real ass shit In this life In this life [Juvenile] Man I mean me Juvenile drugs tore my family up I'm from the projects so you know I just realized What it means to be successful Cuz I been through all kinds of shit man bullshit And I live through Baby, Slim and the Lord to help me And I came to them as a real nigga And I said look dog I'm tired of livin like this man [Baby] I had pounds of coke I had money to blow I had a felony charge I had to fight in the court I had warrant reports Shot up cars before In my life My life I got kids to feed I got niggas to watch I need a hundred mil I need to get off the block Wear soldier Rees In the gamblin spot In my life My life I could cook it and cut it I could bag it and move it I could toat in the budget Got money to prove it I done flood the public Hope Beatrice'll do it In my life My life Now my name is Baby But the call me Bubba Ain't a bitch that I know that can say that I love her Gettin pussy from a boss bitch wearin a rubber In my life My life Let me stunt and shine Let me bling and floss Let me ride without the law always searchin my car I just wanna chill fuck bitches and play In my life My life Hoes cry in my world give me that Baby shit Goin to the people knowin that they made me and shit You just don't know what I go through In my life My life I got Bentlys and Jags got Prowlers and Vets Got Benjamins, Hummers, Cadillacs and vests Condos and houses Cardiers and Rovers In my life My life I got cars and broads with money to make I got that brown wall and that white gate Got bitches and hoes love that platinum and gold In my life My life [Turk] Beautiful Baby what's happenin This Lil Turk you heard me One of the Original Hot Boys I done did it all you heard me From runnin through cuts and hallways Runnin through projects bustin heads Yeah that's that lil nigga Turk Young and Thuggin you heard me I know you gonna let me do what I do Don't hate me cuz I'm beautiful you heard me We on top now nigga no longer livin that trife-life you heard me Respect and a check we ain't doin nothin but poppin bottles and fuckin hoes You heard me, makin money that's all nigga Uh-huh |
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from Big Tymers - Big Money Heavy Weights (2003)
[Baby and Mannie Fresh talking:]
[Baby:] yeah, big tymers, this what its hitting for nigga this stunna and fresh, believe that bitch, straight off the block nigga [Fresh:] this where it gets gangsta bitch [Baby: (loudly)] BIG MONEY HEAVYWEIGHT [Baby] where the cuts is dark and hoes are marked, and gun barking make a nigga meet the white chalk, (inhales) now blaze one before it all get it started BIG MONEY HEAVYWEIGHT ! [Mannie Fresh] Turn the TV channel, real life soprano, got the coke the dope, bitches, guns and ammo, I will lurk ya bitch to get filthy rich, BIG MONEY HEAVYWEIGHT ! [Baby] See I hold my hood down with that gunplay, around the way nigga know about my gunplay, so get ready, brace yourself or get money then holla BIG MONEY HEAVYWEIGHT ! [Mannie Fresh] I got that snow, that mega blow, that brick yella fella rock, is on the block, ya heared me nigga, The BT's breaking down Ki's please, we BIG MONEY HEAVYWEIGHT ! [Baby] Nigga hustled the case and cleared the safe, Hit a lick, hundred chips and cleared the place, Another robbery turned into a murder case, behind BIG MONEY HEAVYWEIGHT ! [Mannie Fresh] Act like you know man, the southern snow man, leave your brains in your lap I fear no man, I'm the reaper dude, ask your people dude, I move, BIG MONEY HEAVYWEIGHT ! [Baby] Nigga catch me in the hood smoking la la (la la) Me, Cito, and Troy and we riding fly, Shining is an everyday thing , BIG MONEY HEAVYWEIGHT ! [Mannie Fresh] That boy next to me, he pushing XTC, Got ya girl dick sucking in a lexus jeep, Nigga hood rich stars, pushing fly ass cars, Bitches love.. BIG MONEY HEAVYWEIGHT ! [Baby] On the block where the cops glocks won't stop, all night hustle niggas trying to weigh it out, we get money nigga, if you gonna flip it you get BIG MONEY HEAVYWEIGHT ! [Mannie Fresh] If you don't know kid, I slang that blow shit, But they can't catch a nigga like me with no evidence up in my residence, Cuz I'm BIG MONEY HEAVYWEIGHT ! [Baby] Triple beam lab, ghetto machines, Cocaine, Coco leaf, marijuana this is street dreams, Biatch, he's out the penn this our life we got.. BIG MONEY HEAVYWEIGHT ! [Mannie Fresh] In the Florida Keys my nigga Trick front ki's, Hook a buck, half a buck and even OZ's Nigga get ya game up, If you want ya fame up, I'm the BIG MONEY HEAVYWEIGHT ! [Baby] Big trucks, big nuts, nigga big guns, big figgaz, big niggas big hood luv, Keep it real and have no fear when it comes to... BIG MONEY HEAVYWEIGHT ! [Mannie Fresh] Cocaine and Rogaine, I got it cousin, Ain't got my money than the mutha fuckin' eagle bustin' You know the real bruh, these niggas kill for the, BIG MONEY HEAVYWEIGHT ! [Baby] We drive Range Rovers, Cadillacs and Maybachs, Game over, bitch nigga we was born soldiers, We do it one way, the hard way get it up fasho nigga BIG MONEY HEAVYWEIGHT ! [Mannie Fresh] For the power of the Kitty Cat, Niggaz gettin' at, Moving blow out the sto' where they sittin at, Please, fuck the cops, niggaz choppin up rocks, to get BIG MONEY HEAVYWEIGHT ! (WEIGHT, WEIGHT, WEIGHT) |
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from Big Tymers - Big Money Heavy Weights (2003)
[Baby Talking:]
Ay, Big Money Heavyweight, ay Fresh we back at it daddy, Big Tymers, summertime boy [Verse 1 (Baby)] See its summertime homie and we born to shine, Cadillac dipped grill with the 9 on line, Keep the ice on packed, with the big mack stacks, Rims dipped the same colour as the new Cadillac, See we lace our hoes, and smoke our dro' When we go to the club, we go through the back door, With the nine on my waistline (waistline) Any nigga act up he get that nine to his f**kin' mind Homie still doing time (doing time), son a sack thru his mind he get it thru the pipeline, flicks, so you see how we shine, everybody know stunna so you know I'm doing mines, Its a vision of dreams with Cadillac machines, get loot, not hoes if you know what I mean Gotta hustle and grind, keep the money on your mind, Summertime all hoods, blow up and shine [Chorus X2 (Tateeze & Baby)] [Tateeze] Got everything they ever built, everything they ever made [Baby] And on my bed, I even got a mink spread [Tateeze] On all my cars, gotta have spinning blades [Baby] And all my toys, gotta have an infared [Verse 2 (Mannie Fresh)] Six years ago, a friend of mine Said its gon' rain before the sunshine, Some gon' lead, some gon' follow, Some gon' spit, some gon' swallow, Now where you going ?, where you been ? And whats your angle, and how you fit in, So this time I made up my mind, F**k being broke, its time to shine, Kiss my momma, tell my daddy I'm gone, Baby boy on his way to make a song, From a quarter to a dollar to a five to a ten You are witnessing, The rise of a young black entrepreneur, Spread my wings, I'm about to soar, two million, three million nigga I did it, two billion, three billion nigga lets get it, [Chorus X2] [Verse 3 (Baby & Mannie Fresh)] [Baby] See I'm a neighbourhood baller with the beamers and sprawlers, The broads keep callin 'cause baby I'm ballin' Hood rich shit with these ghettos and bricks, Stunna back at it ma' with that brand new six, Stunna got that caddy with the bubble eye lips, Fully equipped whips to custom made shit, Now everything is wet, and everything is slick, and everything is paid, mannie mink pimp [Mannie Fresh] You scared, get the new escalade, The long motherf**ker get the head done in suede, Shining at its best, nigga wear your vest, Southern ass nigga with his shirts and jeans fresh, I like them starched heavy, big box chevy, Head till' I'm dead from my ol' girl Debbie, Don't try it, buy it, if its factory, amplify it, Might go nitro, ignite it, [Chorus X2] [Baby's voice overlapping, talking] Yeah !, I see ya Casey, I see ya fam, Gilly, Mikkey, Boo, Mike, Stone, Lac, d-boy Ceedy Wop, ay Ta I got you girl, I'm a hold us down shorty, we gon buy us some new private jets, yeah, Weezy We, Young Money, Squad up nigga, Mannie Freezie, Suga Slim, Joe and Greg, I got us baby, Hold on nigga, its all good homie, ay Rodney !, its ya boy, its Bird Beezy my Neezy, we riding for ya Darkchild in the building nigga, yeah, ay Tanto, I ain't forget bout you nigga, uptown we in this bitch nigga, ay ay, we riding till the wheels fall off nigga, guaranteed we wont look back from here nigga, We keeping it hood, you know, we only know it one way nigga, yeah yeah, ah ! |
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from Big Tymers - Big Money Heavy Weights (2003)
(Chorus)
(Petey Pablo) Now how can one get up off the spot God damn raise a family get up off the block Where the city dont love and they dont care but I will take you there (2X) Verse 1: (Baby) tell the sister like blood little brother a thug and how to survive the cracks in the middle of the mud im the OG gangsta VL in the truth every nigga in my city kno how to hussle and shoot my lil homey got killed over a key and a pound so when i pump pump blood im a hold it down his sister and his moms when i come around showin love to the family when ya lose your ground (Mannie) Wussup lil man had to write you a rap just to let u know this nigga still got yo back aint to much change still doin my shows stayin away from fake niggas and busta ass hoes but enough about me and everything in my world congrats lil dad heard u had a lil girl if theres anything they need and they ever in a jam dont hesatate to ask yall call ya fam (chorus 2X) Verse 2 (Baby) but can you see life roomin with no crack and pipe and no weed to smoke no Gs in sight and no cris to bust no wheels on bikes and no pussy to fuck nobody to like but can you see life roomin wit no money and goods big money heavyweights wit nobody to cook nobody to book nobody to look tryin to get back what motherfuckers they took (mannie) all you see is that platinum shit a ghetto nigga on stage grabbin his dick but you dont know what i have seen from the bitches to the riches to the triple beams the project bricks the old school kicks the early mornin capers and the late night flicks but since i moved on things aint the same i chose rap you chose the game (chorus 2X) verse 3 (baby) See your mom still strugglin you up in the pen but mom just wonderin when the end gon end when the guns gon stop from spinnin the bin or when the hood gon block the dope in the pen or when the light shot out you up in the park the white trunk out your homey got marked or every nigga that talk or rat in his heart or every nigga that talk should die in the dark (mannie) i never forgot you and what we did and how we came up and where we lived im seven forever turn coke to never hard head til im dead until im bout my cheddar gotta get my ends wanna push a benz eat steak live great and raise my twins i cant believe im talkin to ya now that ya gone i luv ya bruh and this is my song (chorus 2X) (music fades to end) |
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from Juvenile - Tha G-Code (2000)
Juvenile:
I put my trust in myself and my 9 first Y'all niggaz second, third, and fourth because I'm first Can't you tell I never had nothin' Down to my last 5 dollars, ready to snatch somethin' If them people catch me I'm goin' to jail fo' sho' My old lady ain't gon' be sendin' me no mail no mo' While I be askin' my lawyers, "When they gon' let me go?" He be tellin' me, "Just be cool until you go to court" Get out, back to the bricks, it's the same old shit Niggaz got 2.50 a piece goin' half on a nick Back and forth to keys, but the Lil Weezy handle purchase Popeye's for the ballers, the ghetto eatin' Church's Shop always open 'cause nobody never closes Some of 'em like that needle, some play with they noses I ain't nothin' like a candle light dinner, wine and roses Niggaz tryin' to run throught they packets to get some mo' shit Chorus: Manny Fresh (4x) Somethin' gotta shke nigga I'ma bake a cake nigga Run with all the reall niggaz Jack all of the fake niggaz Juvenile: My hallways full of piss Nigga say he gon' break me off, he full of shit That's why I got that chopper in the back full of clips About to go and hit a whole stash full of bricks All my niggaz gone, I'm the last in the click I gotta get my hands on some cash and a whip I gotta do somethin', look Cause this ain't gonna last long, gotta get my cash on Come upon a superfire lick and get my ass home Ain't thinkin' about jumpin' out Lex's and Benzes With the TV's, and the CD's, and 20 inch 'renzes Look here, my situation ain't the best in the world I'm a snake like the rest of you niggaz, full of that Guerl Wodie, c'mon and get your skull cracked, tryin' to erase me I got iron ready to warbat, and it's all for safety Muthafucka might come, but he better come correct Cause I ain't aimin' at nothin' else but you' head and yo' chest Chorus: (4x) Baby: Put a hit on a bitch, ain't got no time for no bullshit Nigga outta line, we kill'd the bitch Now, in my city, they burn, baby burn 4 found dead, and they burn, baby burn I don't have no question, we all must learn To tote a .45, keep your eyes on the churn I got that work nigga, all y'all know the rules I don't play, I'm a mastermind, it's a Big Tymer, fool Pay up when you been fronted work, that's the rule Rolls parked, I play this game with no law Red Beam, hot ones pointed straight to your jaw A nigga must pay, I'm tryin' to see a better day Went to Miami bought that Azora anyway Three time loser totin' tools, nigga that's the rules Just the chance I gotta take on these streets fool Flippin' chickens, corner spitin', hardtimes a fool Chorus: (6x) Manny Fresh: Somethin' gotta shake nigga I'ma bake a cake nigga Run with all the real niggaz Click-Clack all of the fake niggaz Lay it down 2G You know me |
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from Juvenile - Tha G-Code (2000)
[Juvenile]
Huh... You lil boyz don't know what it mean ta get shot You lil boyz don't wanna do nothin' but hang on tha block Yoy lil boyz ain't ready to go to tha pen You lil boyz ain't ready to be sleepin' with nothin' but men You lil boyz better stay in your place You lil boyz ain't gon' be scared until you catch you a case You lil boyz be out here sniffin' that furl You lil boyz gotta get loaded just to go in that world You lil boyz had better hit you a lick You lil boyz shouldn't have ta ask another nigga for shit You lil boyz don't even respect your momma You lil boyz don't even have tha sense to be a Big Tymer You lil boyz swear to God it's a game You lil boyz gotta kill somethin' and get you a name You lil boyz always be makin' a scene You lil boyz wanna be grown, and you're still in your teens (chorus [Lil' Wayne]) Look, you lil boyz better slow down Up in tha mornin', in tha court, it's 'bout to go down Here come them niggas: soulja, Reebok, and Girbaud down There's no remorse now 'Bout to explode rounds Look, you lil boyz better ta slow down Up in tha mornin', in tha court, it's 'bout to go down Here come them niggas: soulja, Reebok, and Girbaud down There's no remorse now 'Bout to explode rounds [Baby] You lil boyz better clear tha block 'Cause somebody done ran in my money spot Cock tha glocks, we prepared to pop Can't let it slide 'cause these lil boyz ain't right Somebody gon' die tonight when we ride tonight I'ma clear your set if I heard your name up in my mess Best make a set trap, bust back with booby traps You're outta line if you're playin' with mine Fuck these bezzel bitch niggas gon' meet tha devil Lil boyz don't know they playin' with rainy weather Fuckin' with my cheddar B.G., Wayne, Juvie, Big Tymers, whatever But, however, if I could do I'ma cook your hood like I cook up pill-goods, fool (chorus [Lil' Wayne]) You lil boyz better ta slow down Up in tha mornin', in tha court, it's 'bout ta go down Here come them niggas: soulja, Reebok, and Girbaud down There's no remorse now 'Bout to explode rounds Look, you lil boyz need ta slow down Up in tha mornin', in tha cut, it's 'bout ta go down Here come them niggas: soulja, Reebok, and Girbaud down There's no remorse now 'Bout to explode rounds Look [Mannie Fresh] Check it out, check it out You lil boyz make it happen, pack up y'all shit You lil boyz need to go ahead on and quit, see You lil boyz know y'all time is up You lil boyz need to (gimme gimme gimme) get tha fuck You lil boyz kinda like had '99 But look, you lil boyz from today to lights out, it's mine You lil boyz need ta (???) with y'all's friends You lil boyz really women with paws like mens You lil boyz stay out mine and worry 'bout yurn You lil boyz is tha right hook for this song 'cause y'all children You lil boyz need to stop stealin' my beats You lil boyz think a producer won't take y'all off y'all feets You lil boyz know I do beats for twenty You lil boyz add that up: zero zero zero comma, aw, fuck it, it's plenty You lil boyz tell y'all baby-momma I'm back in town You lil boyz smiles done turned into frowns [Lil' Wayne] Look, look, When.. I.. ride.. dog Chopper.. be on.. my.. side.. dog Niggas betta run.. duck.. hide.. dog 'Cause I'm about to let.. bullets.. fly.. dog Bahdi-by-by Get it.. right, nigga They all know Lil' Weezy ride at.. night, nigga I dip low, and I'm strapped up.. tight, nigga Duct tape your momma, and shoot off in your.. wife, nigga Look, ain't nothin' nice around here, stupid Keep playin', you won't see next year, stupid Keep sprayin'.. tha MAC-11.. burst Hit 'em where it.. hurts I'ma shoot.. first Soak his.. shirt (ksshhh!) Blood all over tha place Hit tha block, have thugs all over tha place It's Lil' Wayne, nigga, whoa now If you don't think you can hang, nigga, slow down (Chorus [Lil' Wayne]) Look, look, 'Cause you lil boyz need ta slow down Up in tha mornin', in tha court, it's 'bout ta go down Here come them niggas: soulja, Reebok, and Girbaud down There's no remorse now 'Bout to explode rounds Look, you lil boyz need ta slow down Up in tha mornin', in tha court, it's 'bout ta go down Here come them niggas: soulja, Reebok, and Girbaud down There's no remorse now 'Bout to explode rounds [Lil' Wayne] Look, you lil boyz need ta slow down Look, you lil boyz need ta slow down Look, you lil boyz need ta slow down Up in tha mornin', in tha court, it's 'bout ta go down What |
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