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from Ryan Leslie - Ryan Leslie (2009)
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You've got fashion and style I'm lovin' your smile and The way you get down I can't see no one else It's you by yourself, yea In spite of the crowd (Baby no one else matters) B-SECTION It started off with a kiss (uh huh) Never expectin' this (uh huh) And now I'm here copin' with My addiction (addiction) It started off with a kiss (uh huh) Never expectin' this (uh huh) And now I'm here copin' with My addiction While all the girls say HOOK I'm addicted to you I'm addicted to you I'm addicted to you You're my addiction I'm addicted to you I'm addicted to you I'm addicted to you You're my addiction BRIDGE When I'm lookin' in the mirror Honey, you are all I see And it could not be no clearer That I need you here with me VERSE2 I was hopin you'd notice The way that I like to Have you around Listen and you will find that Your heart beats for me Girl, I hear the sound B-SECTION It started off with a kiss (uh huh) Never expectin' this (uh huh) And now I'm here copin' with My addiction (addiction) It started off with a kiss (uh huh) Never expectin' this (uh huh) And now I'm here copin' with My addiction While all the girls say HOOK I'm addicted to you I'm addicted to you I'm addicted to you You're my addiction I'm addicted to you I'm addicted to you I'm addicted to you You're my addiction BRIDGE When I'm lookin' in the mirror Honey, you are all I see And it could not be no clearer That I need you here with me HOOK I'm addicted to you I'm addicted to you I'm addicted to you You're my addiction I'm addicted to you I'm addicted to you I'm addicted to you You're my addiction B-SECTION It started off with a kiss (uh huh) Never expectin' this (uh huh) And now I'm here copin' with My addiction (addiction) It started off with a kiss (uh huh) Never expectin' this (uh huh) And now I'm here copin' with My addiction HOOK I'm addicted to you I'm addicted to you I'm addicted to you You're my addiction |
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from Fabolous - More Street Dreams Pt.2/ The Mixtape (2003)
Yea, Its bout to get real hard for these niggas to move man
Somebody get these niggas some wheelchairs or somethin Goin to war is still a scary issue But in my hood they train to kill wit every pistol Like they military issue Guess you a star if you sell a million every disc two Catch a gun case and bounce and still they'll barely frisk you 'cause, I proved I move the retail Make the smoothest grooves wit female And I remove the rules on V12's You aint never seen it move this smooth on sprewell's I'm a hustler, you just a middle man to me The way I pass the rock could make Jason Kidd a fan of me Just cop one joint, I'm a one point somethin Still I'll have you at gunpoint, with one joint dumpin So watch what you say to them crackers Ill put a couple G's on yer head like you play for the Packers I'm rap's Labron James, I quickly see baskets These scrubs wouldn't make it to the Mickey-D's classics You got some sticky weed? Pass it If not put it out, im pushin it before they put it out Wit the dash, wooded out, Shaq O'Neal footed out Blastin a (?) get it first, before they put it out, Clue! Yea, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh Maybe wouldn't be a million kids wit they faces on containers If cops pursue the same way they chase us entertainers In the hood, a few big faces and a chain a- Get metal in ya mouth like braces and retainers Even the young bucks be scheming on somebody change Tryin a sell somebody 'cain, before they even potty trained You can smooth talk your way into a hottie brain Have her suckin long enough to leave a nigga body drained I wasn't taught, I learned from watchin stupid people That'll run up shootin, in front of a group of people I lay in a cut, |
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from Fabolous - Real Talk (2004)
[Intro]
Fab... [5X] Can you be my B-A-B-Y? [M.S.:] I'll never call another lover mine [Verse 1: Fabolous] And why would I, and why should I When I seen a lady tonight, with my good eye that I would try and make My..(baby..baby) I was up in the club putting my hood high When I saw you, and I stood by Just lookin at your onion girl I could cry, and I could lie I mean I could try and say you ain't sweep me off my feet But only one thing could keep me off the street And that's if you be my, B-A-B-Y I can be why you always be fly And I'm from B-Stuy, just like B.I...G. was, that's how F-A-B does We can sip something 'til we both be buzzed In a V-dub and that's only be-cause [Chorus: Mike Shorey] Need someone to be my (baby) Kind of girl you find in the club rockin those (baby) Phat jeans Gonna find someone to be my (baby) ..I see some ladies tonight that should be having my (baby, baby) [Verse 2: Fab] After the baby talk, the goo goo ga ga You like this, that, you do bla bla Couple good jokes, a few brouhaha's, it's time to do you mama First I'ma put you on your back And make you scream out (baby)..just like I put you on the track Then I'ma lay you on your side And slowly stroke you while you telling me the way you feel inside But my sex drive won't make me play you on the side You know you get the keys any day you wanna ride And my baby know how to start me up You got the kind of kiss that'll speed a heartbeat up And you got the kind of touch that'll gimme the chills I ask you cuz I know you gonna gimme it real It won't be fake, and don't we make a good couple And won't we make a good...(baby)? [Bridge: Mike Shorey] Ooh, if I seem just a bit taken, pardon me But you're so amazing I just want us to do this exclusively Say you'll be my baby [Verse 3: Fab] My baby's the only one I bring to the villa That can get the bling and the scrilla Girl, I know you smooth enough to spring a chinchilla And still take a sting of Tequila, the way you swing is a thriller I'm watchin that like the boxing match in the ring of Manila I wanna keep it comin like the singles of "Thriller" I mean if you still uh..my B-A-B-Y [Chorus] [Intro: 'til end] |
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from Fabolous - Real Talk (2004)
[Intro]
Fab... [5X] Can you be my B-A-B-Y? [M.S.:] I'll never call another lover mine [Verse 1: Fabolous] And why would I, and why should I When I seen a lady tonight, with my good eye that I would try and make My..(baby..baby) I was up in the club putting my hood high When I saw you, and I stood by Just lookin at your onion girl I could cry, and I could lie I mean I could try and say you ain't sweep me off my feet But only one thing could keep me off the street And that's if you be my, B-A-B-Y I can be why you always be fly And I'm from B-Stuy, just like B.I...G. was, that's how F-A-B does We can sip something 'til we both be buzzed In a V-dub and that's only be-cause [Chorus: Mike Shorey] Need someone to be my (baby) Kind of girl you find in the club rockin those (baby) Phat jeans Gonna find someone to be my (baby) ..I see some ladies tonight that should be having my (baby, baby) [Verse 2: Fab] After the baby talk, the goo goo ga ga You like this, that, you do bla bla Couple good jokes, a few brouhaha's, it's time to do you mama First I'ma put you on your back And make you scream out (baby)..just like I put you on the track Then I'ma lay you on your side And slowly stroke you while you telling me the way you feel inside But my sex drive won't make me play you on the side You know you get the keys any day you wanna ride And my baby know how to start me up You got the kind of kiss that'll speed a heartbeat up And you got the kind of touch that'll gimme the chills I ask you cuz I know you gonna gimme it real It won't be fake, and don't we make a good couple And won't we make a good...(baby)? [Bridge: Mike Shorey] Ooh, if I seem just a bit taken, pardon me But you're so amazing I just want us to do this exclusively Say you'll be my baby [Verse 3: Fab] My baby's the only one I bring to the villa That can get the bling and the scrilla Girl, I know you smooth enough to spring a chinchilla And still take a sting of Tequila, the way you swing is a thriller I'm watchin that like the boxing match in the ring of Manila I wanna keep it comin like the singles of "Thriller" I mean if you still uh..my B-A-B-Y [Chorus] [Intro: 'til end] |
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from Fabolous 4집 - From Nothin' To Somethin' (2007)
I try to play cool Actin like what you do don't phase me don't phase me Meanwhile I'm sittin at home all alone Tryin to keep myself from goin crazy When I'm in the house when I think about When I see you out when I hear about I want my baby back And I thought it would be easy but it's hard for me to let you GO Baby don't GO Baby don't go Baby don't GO Baby don't go Now I'm better than your ex gon' be better than your next Baby Screwed Up so you better be from Texas Can't seem to doubt that I creamed her out Now you dream about how I turned Nieman out Nothin to scream about just back your Beemer out Pack it up in the trunk go back to Kima house Cause I can play cool but I can't play fool There's options in break up you ever play pool Better do you cause I damn sure does me And what your buzz be is only because of me The wifey husby never was me I does me trust me I don't wanna another you so I'ma slide But I got another boo on the side I try to play cool Actin like what you do don't phase me don't phase me Meanwhile I'm sittin at home all alone Tryin to keep myself from goin crazy When I'm in the house when I think about When I see you out when I hear about I want my baby back And I thought it would be easy but it's hard for me to let you GO Baby don't GO Baby don't go Baby don't GO Baby don't go Through the time I been alone time I spent on phones Know you ain't lettin them climb up in my throne Now baby that lime with that Patron Have me talkin crazy it's time to come on home Now I talk with someone above It's okay to lose your pride over someone you love Don't lose someone you love though over your pride Stick wit'cha entree and get over your side We break up to make up at Jacob's baby Her parents fought too I'm the makeup baby Wake up baby love'll have you open though I mean you seen Tom Cruise on the Oprah show So I just can't bet on the next hand There's too much in this pot just to give to the next man I try to play cool Actin like what you do don't phase me don't phase me Meanwhile I'm sittin at home all alone Tryin to keep myself from goin crazy When I'm in the house when I think about When I see you out when I hear about I want my baby back And I thought it would be easy but it's hard for me to let you GO Baby don't GO Baby don't go Baby don't GO Baby don't go Now if you ain't never went through it you ain't really into it The next rap to show you I really been through it Every other day I'm givin the love away That's what your friend's sister or little brother say If I'ma do somethin it's the undercover way When them hatin ass watchdogs look the other way And others may not see that we need each other But if we on the same page we can read each other They should learn us instead of try to turn us Mr and Ms Smith we both got the burners UP If you love your baby then turn this up Know we keep this hot like a Thermos cup Relax don't be tryin to perm us up We already straight I try to play cool Actin like what you do don't phase me don't phase me Meanwhile I'm sittin at home all alone Tryin to keep myself from goin crazy When I'm in the house when I think about When I see you out when I hear about I want my baby back And I thought it would be easy but it's hard for me to let you GO Baby don't GO Baby don't go Baby don't GO Baby don't go Fab we gon' have to make a dance to this song man Y'knahmean ain't no WAY you can't dance on this Uhhh T Pain I want my baby back And I thought it would be easy but it's hard for me to let you GO |
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from Fabolous - Street Dreams (2003)
"Bad Bitch"
[Fabolous] (hahahaha) Yeah, I'm a Ghetto Superstar nigga Most niggas trying to get one chick, right? I'm trying to get two You know, two is always better than one, right? Yeah.. [Verse] I'm trying to kill two birds with one stone It's 151's prone, that have you and hun's stoned Trying the unknown Doing things I know y'all parents wouldn't con-done It's you, her and me; eyes too blurred to see Speech too slurred to G But you know "Young'n" would love ta See ya upon each other, feeling on me while tongue'n each other Wow! it's a wonderful thing To have a pretty female under each wing The cake can prob'ly Pollie, both of these Bobby Darlies That take off their Rockavalis? My job is narly from getting slobbed on Harley's Getting smoke from the supplier, robbin' Marley I hope this ain't tooking wrong But ma now I wanna see how both of y'all look in thongs [Chorus] I got a bad bitch on my left side (oww) Bad bitch on my right side (okay) I suggest it be best if we get by Said a bad bitch on my left side (oww) Bad bitch on my right side (okay) I suggest it be best if we get by [Verse] I'm willing to geese 'em if they feeling a threesome I'm pulling up in the GT before the dealers release them I ain't with the blazay blah Cause I hold the record for the most Menage à Trois and lama taje (?) I got a bad chick on my left lap Bad chick on my right lap Do as I suggest, I confess At my request they gon' get right So when you see lipstick on both cheeks That mean I slip dick in both freaks They started calling me Two Time Johnny After repeatedly leaving the club wit two damn mami's This brother done had 'em From close friends, the girls all know each other from Adam I'm always this humble boo, HELL YES! It's cool for your girlfriend to come through too [Chorus] [Verse] At the most it'll take an hour together To get these girls from dancing wit each other In to taking showers together They know, it's a studio in Fab crib One of y'all can rock the mic while the other one ad libs Boo, my government is personal But I got enough sets of twins to make Doublemint commercials After trying X, I can only imagine what y'all be trying next The stacks that I be splurging have girls in the back of the Excursion Forgetting bout the fact that they was virgins I don't care who you bringing wit you Just let her know that I'm poking her while I'm fingering you I love that thing that you do And I know about the tongue and nipple But I ain't know you had a ring in it too I can tell when they came, cause they start spelling my name Like F-A, B-O, L-O, U-S (oww) [Chorus] |
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from Fabolous - Street Dreams (2003)
"Bad Bitch"
[Fabolous] (hahahaha) Yeah, I'm a Ghetto Superstar nigga Most niggas trying to get one chick, right? I'm trying to get two You know, two is always better than one, right? Yeah.. [Verse] I'm trying to kill two birds with one stone It's 151's prone, that have you and hun's stoned Trying the unknown Doing things I know y'all parents wouldn't con-done It's you, her and me; eyes too blurred to see Speech too slurred to G But you know "Young'n" would love ta See ya upon each other, feeling on me while tongue'n each other Wow! it's a wonderful thing To have a pretty female under each wing The cake can prob'ly Pollie, both of these Bobby Darlies That take off their Rockavalis? My job is narly from getting slobbed on Harley's Getting smoke from the supplier, robbin' Marley I hope this ain't tooking wrong But ma now I wanna see how both of y'all look in thongs [Chorus] I got a bad bitch on my left side (oww) Bad bitch on my right side (okay) I suggest it be best if we get by Said a bad bitch on my left side (oww) Bad bitch on my right side (okay) I suggest it be best if we get by [Verse] I'm willing to geese 'em if they feeling a threesome I'm pulling up in the GT before the dealers release them I ain't with the blazay blah Cause I hold the record for the most Menage à Trois and lama taje (?) I got a bad chick on my left lap Bad chick on my right lap Do as I suggest, I confess At my request they gon' get right So when you see lipstick on both cheeks That mean I slip dick in both freaks They started calling me Two Time Johnny After repeatedly leaving the club wit two damn mami's This brother done had 'em From close friends, the girls all know each other from Adam I'm always this humble boo, HELL YES! It's cool for your girlfriend to come through too [Chorus] [Verse] At the most it'll take an hour together To get these girls from dancing wit each other In to taking showers together They know, it's a studio in Fab crib One of y'all can rock the mic while the other one ad libs Boo, my government is personal But I got enough sets of twins to make Doublemint commercials After trying X, I can only imagine what y'all be trying next The stacks that I be splurging have girls in the back of the Excursion Forgetting bout the fact that they was virgins I don't care who you bringing wit you Just let her know that I'm poking her while I'm fingering you I love that thing that you do And I know about the tongue and nipple But I ain't know you had a ring in it too I can tell when they came, cause they start spelling my name Like F-A, B-O, L-O, U-S (oww) [Chorus] |
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from You Got Served/ Featuring B2k (2004)
Yea, yea, yea
(It's B2K ya'll) It's B2K ya'll Welcome ladies ... and gentlemen (Yes) To the U Got Served Soundtrack (Yea) We about to do dis You know how we get down Oh Yea You know dat come on Omarion hit em wit it [Verse One - Omari] Like whoa You know Girl you're the star of my show In this club Poppin bub The way you shakin deservin some dubs Turn around Make it bounce Shake it like you come from out of town Whats yo name? Whats yo sign? Girl you leavin with me tonight [Chorus 2x] Mami shake it like you care for me You know I like it when you do that little dance for me Mami I'm just trynna get you in my room And see that big badabing go badaboom [Verse Two - Omari] This one, I seen Couldn't believe the ass in them jeans To myself, had to think Any room for me up in them jeans? Ghetto star You are Eat you up like a chocolate bar What's yo name? What's yo sign? Damn you got me weeping inside [Chorus 2x] Mami shake it like you care for me You know I like it when you do that little dance for me Mami I'm just trynna get you in my room And see that big badabing go badaboom [Rap - Fabolous] I wanna see ya 'badabing' go 'badaboom' And my house got a wing, with a lotta rooms I can do a lotta things, get you hot as June I wanna watch ya body swing to the hottest grooves I'm trynna slide behind it when you throw it 'round So I can ride and grind it, when you slow it down Bring it from the top, then take it to da bottom I'm clingin to ya top, trynna make it to ya oh The way you move is fab-u-losa It makes me wanna grab you closa You know I like it when ya bounce, bounce Throw ya hands up and ya bounce, bounce I don't back down, when I'm pressin ya I'm finna lay the smack down like the wrestler But nobody get it ta poppin like this man can Have them girls get it to poppin on a handstand ... Ghetto [Chorus 4x] Mami shake it like you care for me You know I like it when you do that little dance for me Mami I'm just trynna get you in my room And see that big badabing go badaboom la la la la la [Talking] B2K Fab T-Scott Oh yea Chris Stoke I see you boy And oh yea, Dave Mack Let's do dis again Yea [laughs] TUG (Hums) Mmmmmm Badaboom |
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from Fabolous - Real Talk (2004)
WOO!
WOO! WOO! BREATHE! One and then the two Two and then the three Three and then the four Then you gotta BREATHE One and then the two Two and then the three Three and then the four Then you gotta BREATHE Then you gotta (gasp) Then you gotta (gasp) Yo these niggaz can't breathe when I come through, hum too Some shoes, gotta be 20 man It's not even funny they can't BREATHE The choke holds too tight The left looks too right You know what? You right These bitches can't BREATHE Look look, they hearts racin' They start chasin' But I'm so fast when I blow past That they can't BREATHE In the presence of the man Your future looks better than ya past if you present with the man You betta BREATHE You niggaz can't share my air Or walk a mile in the pair I wear And I'm gettin better year by year Like they say Juan do Cops couldn't smell me if you brought the canines through And I pace myself I know these money hungry bitches wanna taste my wealth But I keep em' on a diet Embrace they health Or either keep em' on a quiet And space myself And just take a deep breath I got em' grabbin' they chest Cuz it's hurtin' em' to see Fab in his best And they in they worst They rather see me lay in the hearse than lay in the back And I ain't just layin a verse I'm sayin the facts I came back with some sicka stones That got these broke niggaz lookin at me like they chokin' on a chicken bone Every chick I bone Can't leave the dick alone So I know It's one of them everytime I flip my phone One and then the two Two and then the three Three and then the four Then you gotta BREATHE One and then the two Two and then the three Three and then the four Then you gotta BREATHE Then you gotta (gasp) Then you gotta (gasp) Yo these niggaz can't breathe when I come through, hum too Some shoes, gotta be 20 man It's not even funny they can't BREATHE The choke holds too tight The left looks too right You know what? You right These bitches can't BREATHE Look look, they hearts racin' They start chasin' But I'm so fast when I blow past That they can't BREATHE In the presence of the man Your future looks better than ya past if you present with the man You betta BREATHE I see em on the block when I passes Lookin like they need oxygen mask-es I make it hard to BREATHE But I keep the glocks in the stashes Cuz the cops wanna lock and harass us And make it hard to BREATHE They has to react Like havin' a asthma attack When they see the plasma in back You dudes are wheezin' behind me My flow is like a coupe, breezin at 90 That's the reason they signed me It's quick metaphors and hard punches on the cuts Feels somethin' like hard punches to the gut How I address the haters and under estimaters And ride up on them like they escalators They shook up and hooked up to respirators On they last breath talking to investigators I'm a breath of fresh air And a fresh pair Face it boo and do it till your face get blue And then BREATHE One and then the two Two and then the three Three and then the four Then you gotta BREATHE One and then the two Two and then the three Three and then the four Then you gotta BREATHE Then you gotta (gasp) Then you gotta (gasp) Yo these niggaz can't breathe when I come through, hum too Some shoes, gotta be 20 man It's not even funny they can't BREATHE The choke holds too tight The left looks too right You know what? You right These bitches can't BREATHE Look look, they hearts racin' They start chasin' But I'm so fast when I blow past That they can't BREATHE In the presence of the man Your future looks better than ya past if you present with the man You betta BREATHE When the crew walk in it Pop a few corks in it As quick as a tick in a New York minute Catch a breath, fore u catch a left Even worse, catch a Tef Only way u catch a F To the A-B, its in the maybe Rollin with my baby Grippin on a toy that you won't find in +KayBee+ I rhyme slick on ya I'm a have to put the Heimlich on ya What you know bout lettin' dimes lick on ya? While you inhale the weed And it won't stop till they inhale ya seed And it don't stop I tell em' to breathe Like a doctor with a stethoscope I don't see no fuckin hope Unless these motherfuckers BREATHE Yeah, Brooklyn gotta Uptown gotta the Bronx gotta Queens gotta Staten Isle gotta You niggas gotta You bitches gotta Everybody BREATHE One and then the two Two and then the three Three and then the four Then you gotta.. BREATHE Then you gotta.. Then you gotta.. BREATHE Oh BREATHE BREATHE Oh BREATHE BREATHE BREATHE Oh BREATHE BREATHE |
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from Fabolous - Real Talk (2004)
WOO! WOO! WOO! BREATHE!
WOO! WOO! WOO! 숨을 쉬어! [Bridge] One and then the two Two and then the three 하나 그리고 둘, 둘 그리고 셋 Three and then the four Then you gotta BREATHE 셋 그리고 넷, 그때 너는 숨을 쉬어 One and then the two Two and then the three 하나 그리고 둘, 둘 그리고 셋 Three and then the four Then you gotta BREATHE 셋 그리고 넷, 그때 너는 숨을 쉬어 Then you gotta (gasp) 그때 너는 Then you gotta (gasp) 그때 너는 [Hook I] Yo these niggaz can't breathe when I come through, hum too Yo 이놈들은 내가 다가가면 숨도 못 쉬고, 휘파람도 못 불지 Some shoes, gotta be 20 man 몇몇 신발은, 20까지도 가 It's not even funny they can't BREATHE 이건 우스운 일이 아냐, 그들은 숨도 못 쉬잖아 The choke holds too tight 너무 꽉 목을 죄어 The left looks too right 왼쪽은 너무 오른쪽처럼 보여 You know what? You right 그거 알아? 니 말이 맞아 These bitches can't BREATHE 이년들은 숨을 못 쉬고 있어 (Hook II) Look look, they hearts racin' 봐봐, 그들의 심장은 빨리 뛰고 They start chasin' 날 쫓기 시작하지만 But I'm so fast when I blow past 내가 지나칠 땐 아주 빠르게 지나쳐서 That they can't BREATHE 그들은 숨도 못 쉬지 In the presence of the man 내 흔적이 남아있어 Your future looks better than ya past if you present with the man 네 미래는 만약 그 사람과 함께라면 과거보다 더 나아질거야 You betta BREATHE 빨리 숨을 쉬어 You niggaz can't share my air 너네들은 내 운동화를 빌려쓸 수 없고 Or walk a mile in the pair I wear 내가 신는 신발을 신고 1마일을 걸을 수도 없어 And I'm gettin better year by year 난 매해 더 나아지고 있어 Like they say Juan do 마치 Juan처럼 Cops couldn't smell me if you brought the canines through 경찰들은 경찰견을 데려와도 나를 찾아낼 수 없지 And I pace myself 난 다시 맘을 다져 I know these money hungry bitches wanna taste my wealth 저 돈에 굶주린 년들은 내 부귀를 맛보고 싶어하지만 But I keep em' on a diet 난 그들을 다이어트 시키고 Embrace they health 건강을 돌보거나 Or either keep em' on a quiet 그들의 입을 막고 And space myself 내 공간을 늘리지 And just take a deep breath 먼저 심호흡을 해 I got em' grabbin' they chest 지금 그들은 가슴을 쥐어뜯고 있어 Cuz it's hurtin' em' to see Fab in his best Fab이 최고의 실력을 발휘하고, 그들은 And they in they worst 최악이라는 걸 보기가 아프기 때문에 They rather see me lay in the hearse than lay in the back 그들은 내가 뒤에 서는 것보다도 관에 눕길 원하지 And I ain't just layin a verse I'm sayin the facts 이건 그냥 노래가 아냐, 이건 사실이야 I came back with some sicka stones 난 좀더 멋진 보석과 함께 돌아왔지 That got these broke niggaz lookin at me like they chokin' on a chicken bone 가난뱅이 놈들은 닭다리뼈가 목에 걸린듯이 이것을 쳐다봐 Every chick I bone Can't leave the dick alone 내가 꼬시는 여자들, dick을 혼자 놔둘 순 없잖아 So I know It's one of them everytime I flip my phone 그래서 매번 하나하나씩에게 전화를 걸지 [BRIDGE] [HOOK I] [HOOK II] I see em on the block when I passes 지나치는 거리마다 그들을 보지 Lookin like they need oxygen mask-es 산소 마스크가 필요할 것 같은 모습들 I make it hard to BREATHE 좀더 숨쉬기 어렵게 만들어 But I keep the glocks in the stashes 하지만 난 언제나 총을 가지고 있어 Cuz the cops wanna lock and harass us 경찰들은 우릴 가두고 모욕하고 And make it hard to BREATHE 더 숨쉬기 어렵게 하거든 They has to react 내 뒤의 불빛이 보이면 Like havin' a asthma attack 마치 천식이 오는 것처럼 When they see the plasma in back 빨리 사람들은 반응해야할걸 You dudes are wheezin' behind me 너네들은 내 뒤에서 시끄럽게 떠들어 My flow is like a coupe, breezin at 90 내 플로우는 마치 Coupe 같아, 90마일로 달리지 That's the reason they signed me 그래서 사람들은 나와 계약을 맺었어 It's quick metaphors and hard punches on the cuts 빠른 은유와 곳곳에 숨어있는 강한 충격 Feels somethin' like hard punches to the gut 마치 배에 먹이는 강력한 한 방 같지 How I address the haters and under estimaters 나는 안티와 과소평가하는 이들에게 말을 걸고 And ride up on them like they escalators 에스컬레이터처럼 그들 위에 올라타 They shook up and hooked up to respirators 그들은 몸을 떨고 인공호흡기에 묶였어 On they last breath talking to investigators 마지막 숨결을 모아 조사관에게 얘기하고 I'm a breath of fresh air And a fresh pair 나는 신선한 공기와 신선한 옷이야 Face it boo and do it till your face get blue 인정해라, 그리고 얼굴이 새파랗게 될 때까지 해 And then BREATHE 그리고 숨을 쉬어 [BRIDGE] [HOOK I] [HOOK II] When the crew walk in it Pop a few corks in it 크루가 여기로 들어서면, 코르크 마개를 따 As quick as a tick in a New York minute 뉴욕의 1분이 째깍하는 것처럼 빠르게 Catch a breath, fore u catch a left 왼쪽으로 가기 전에 숨을 들이마셔 Even worse, catch a Tef Only way u catch a F 아니 아예 Tef를 잡아, 그래야 너는 F- To the A-B, its in the maybe Rollin with my baby A-B를 잡을 수 있어, '아마'라는 거지, 내 베이비와 함께 달리며 Grippin on a toy that you won't find in +KayBee+ KayBee에서도 찾을 수 없는 장난감을 꽉 쥐어 I rhyme slick on ya 난 매끈한 라임을 들려줘 I'm a have to put the Heimlich on ya 너에게 Heimlich을 뿌릴게 What you know bout lettin' dimes lick on ya? 여자들이 널 핥게하는 방법을 넌 알고 있어? While you inhale the weed 마리화나를 빨아대면서 And it won't stop till they inhale ya seed 그들이 니 씨앗을 삼키기 전까지 멈추지 않아 And it don't stop I tell em' to breathe 그들에게 숨을 쉬라고 할 때까지 멈추지 않아 Like a doctor with a stethoscope 마치 청진기를 든 의사처럼 I don't see no fuckin hope 희망 따위는 보이지 않아 Unless these motherfuckers BREATHE 이 개자식들이 숨쉬지 않는다면 Yeah, Brooklyn gotta Uptown gotta 그래, Brooklyn은, Uptown도 the Bronx gotta Queens gotta Bronx도, Queens도 Staten Isle gotta You niggas gotta Staten Isle도, 너네들도 You bitches gotta Everybody BREATHE 네년들도, 모두 다 숨을 쉬어야해 One and then the two Two and then the three 하나 그리고 둘, 둘 그리고 셋 Three and then the four Then you gotta BREATHE 셋 그리고 넷, 그때 너는 숨을 쉬어 Then you gotta.. Then you gotta.. 그때 너는.. 그때 너는... BREATHE Oh* BREATHE 숨을 쉬어, 오 숨을 쉬어 BREATHE Oh* BREATHE 숨을 쉬어, 오 숨을 쉬어 BREATHE BREATHE 숨을 쉬어, 숨을 쉬어 Oh* BREATHE BREATHE 오 숨을 쉬어, 숨을 쉬어 |
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from Fabolous - Rolling Stone Original [single] (2004)
WOO! WOO! WOO! BREATHE!
WOO! WOO! WOO! 숨을 쉬어! [Bridge] One and then the two Two and then the three 하나 그리고 둘, 둘 그리고 셋 Three and then the four Then you gotta BREATHE 셋 그리고 넷, 그때 너는 숨을 쉬어 One and then the two Two and then the three 하나 그리고 둘, 둘 그리고 셋 Three and then the four Then you gotta BREATHE 셋 그리고 넷, 그때 너는 숨을 쉬어 Then you gotta (gasp) 그때 너는 Then you gotta (gasp) 그때 너는 [Hook I] Yo these niggaz can't breathe when I come through, hum too Yo 이놈들은 내가 다가가면 숨도 못 쉬고, 휘파람도 못 불지 Some shoes, gotta be 20 man 몇몇 신발은, 20까지도 가 It's not even funny they can't BREATHE 이건 우스운 일이 아냐, 그들은 숨도 못 쉬잖아 The choke holds too tight 너무 꽉 목을 죄어 The left looks too right 왼쪽은 너무 오른쪽처럼 보여 You know what? You right 그거 알아? 니 말이 맞아 These bitches can't BREATHE 이년들은 숨을 못 쉬고 있어 (Hook II) Look look, they hearts racin' 봐봐, 그들의 심장은 빨리 뛰고 They start chasin' 날 쫓기 시작하지만 But I'm so fast when I blow past 내가 지나칠 땐 아주 빠르게 지나쳐서 That they can't BREATHE 그들은 숨도 못 쉬지 In the presence of the man 내 흔적이 남아있어 Your future looks better than ya past if you present with the man 네 미래는 만약 그 사람과 함께라면 과거보다 더 나아질거야 You betta BREATHE 빨리 숨을 쉬어 You niggaz can't share my air 너네들은 내 운동화를 빌려쓸 수 없고 Or walk a mile in the pair I wear 내가 신는 신발을 신고 1마일을 걸을 수도 없어 And I'm gettin better year by year 난 매해 더 나아지고 있어 Like they say Juan do 마치 Juan처럼 Cops couldn't smell me if you brought the canines through 경찰들은 경찰견을 데려와도 나를 찾아낼 수 없지 And I pace myself 난 다시 맘을 다져 I know these money hungry bitches wanna taste my wealth 저 돈에 굶주린 년들은 내 부귀를 맛보고 싶어하지만 But I keep em' on a diet 난 그들을 다이어트 시키고 Embrace they health 건강을 돌보거나 Or either keep em' on a quiet 그들의 입을 막고 And space myself 내 공간을 늘리지 And just take a deep breath 먼저 심호흡을 해 I got em' grabbin' they chest 지금 그들은 가슴을 쥐어뜯고 있어 Cuz it's hurtin' em' to see Fab in his best Fab이 최고의 실력을 발휘하고, 그들은 And they in they worst 최악이라는 걸 보기가 아프기 때문에 They rather see me lay in the hearse than lay in the back 그들은 내가 뒤에 서는 것보다도 관에 눕길 원하지 And I ain't just layin a verse I'm sayin the facts 이건 그냥 노래가 아냐, 이건 사실이야 I came back with some sicka stones 난 좀더 멋진 보석과 함께 돌아왔지 That got these broke niggaz lookin at me like they chokin' on a chicken bone 가난뱅이 놈들은 닭다리뼈가 목에 걸린듯이 이것을 쳐다봐 Every chick I bone Can't leave the dick alone 내가 꼬시는 여자들, dick을 혼자 놔둘 순 없잖아 So I know It's one of them everytime I flip my phone 그래서 매번 하나하나씩에게 전화를 걸지 [BRIDGE] [HOOK I] [HOOK II] I see em on the block when I passes 지나치는 거리마다 그들을 보지 Lookin like they need oxygen mask-es 산소 마스크가 필요할 것 같은 모습들 I make it hard to BREATHE 좀더 숨쉬기 어렵게 만들어 But I keep the glocks in the stashes 하지만 난 언제나 총을 가지고 있어 Cuz the cops wanna lock and harass us 경찰들은 우릴 가두고 모욕하고 And make it hard to BREATHE 더 숨쉬기 어렵게 하거든 They has to react 내 뒤의 불빛이 보이면 Like havin' a asthma attack 마치 천식이 오는 것처럼 When they see the plasma in back 빨리 사람들은 반응해야할걸 You dudes are wheezin' behind me 너네들은 내 뒤에서 시끄럽게 떠들어 My flow is like a coupe, breezin at 90 내 플로우는 마치 Coupe 같아, 90마일로 달리지 That's the reason they signed me 그래서 사람들은 나와 계약을 맺었어 It's quick metaphors and hard punches on the cuts 빠른 은유와 곳곳에 숨어있는 강한 충격 Feels somethin' like hard punches to the gut 마치 배에 먹이는 강력한 한 방 같지 How I address the haters and under estimaters 나는 안티와 과소평가하는 이들에게 말을 걸고 And ride up on them like they escalators 에스컬레이터처럼 그들 위에 올라타 They shook up and hooked up to respirators 그들은 몸을 떨고 인공호흡기에 묶였어 On they last breath talking to investigators 마지막 숨결을 모아 조사관에게 얘기하고 I'm a breath of fresh air And a fresh pair 나는 신선한 공기와 신선한 옷이야 Face it boo and do it till your face get blue 인정해라, 그리고 얼굴이 새파랗게 될 때까지 해 And then BREATHE 그리고 숨을 쉬어 [BRIDGE] [HOOK I] [HOOK II] When the crew walk in it Pop a few corks in it 크루가 여기로 들어서면, 코르크 마개를 따 As quick as a tick in a New York minute 뉴욕의 1분이 째깍하는 것처럼 빠르게 Catch a breath, fore u catch a left 왼쪽으로 가기 전에 숨을 들이마셔 Even worse, catch a Tef Only way u catch a F 아니 아예 Tef를 잡아, 그래야 너는 F- To the A-B, its in the maybe Rollin with my baby A-B를 잡을 수 있어, '아마'라는 거지, 내 베이비와 함께 달리며 Grippin on a toy that you won't find in +KayBee+ KayBee에서도 찾을 수 없는 장난감을 꽉 쥐어 I rhyme slick on ya 난 매끈한 라임을 들려줘 I'm a have to put the Heimlich on ya 너에게 Heimlich을 뿌릴게 What you know bout lettin' dimes lick on ya? 여자들이 널 핥게하는 방법을 넌 알고 있어? While you inhale the weed 마리화나를 빨아대면서 And it won't stop till they inhale ya seed 그들이 니 씨앗을 삼키기 전까지 멈추지 않아 And it don't stop I tell em' to breathe 그들에게 숨을 쉬라고 할 때까지 멈추지 않아 Like a doctor with a stethoscope 마치 청진기를 든 의사처럼 I don't see no fuckin hope 희망 따위는 보이지 않아 Unless these motherfuckers BREATHE 이 개자식들이 숨쉬지 않는다면 Yeah, Brooklyn gotta Uptown gotta 그래, Brooklyn은, Uptown도 the Bronx gotta Queens gotta Bronx도, Queens도 Staten Isle gotta You niggas gotta Staten Isle도, 너네들도 You bitches gotta Everybody BREATHE 네년들도, 모두 다 숨을 쉬어야해 One and then the two Two and then the three 하나 그리고 둘, 둘 그리고 셋 Three and then the four Then you gotta BREATHE 셋 그리고 넷, 그때 너는 숨을 쉬어 Then you gotta.. Then you gotta.. 그때 너는.. 그때 너는... BREATHE Oh* BREATHE 숨을 쉬어, 오 숨을 쉬어 BREATHE Oh* BREATHE 숨을 쉬어, 오 숨을 쉬어 BREATHE BREATHE 숨을 쉬어, 숨을 쉬어 Oh* BREATHE BREATHE 오 숨을 쉬어, 숨을 쉬어 |
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from Fabolous 4집 - From Nothin' To Somethin' (2007)
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from Fabolous - Street Dreams (2003)
Call Me"
Ha ha ha ha ha See ma, I think you took it I think you took it wrong like You got it misunderstood or something You got it confused I’m thinking about the one night we just spent together (I mean, when was this ma) That I’d cherish the love I thought would last forever (I never said that, I never said forever) Call me (Na, I don’t do this. You already knew this, ma we been thru this) Call me (Na, I can’t do that once I done blew that. Ma, we been thru that) Girl, that was a one night fling You was turned on by the moonshine and the sunlight bling You kept licking your tongue at me knowing how quick that this young’n be To pull out his dick from his dungarees Besides, we had enough liquor and jumatries That both of us woulda got sick or had lung disease I remember every gesture made (ooh) During the escapade (ooh) In the back of the Escalade (whoa) When it come to tricks, I have some up my sleeve (uh huh) But Shorty dived in head first and didn’t come up to breath (shit) I usually don’t get to rag um (uh) But it’s so real, I made the caddy chauffer hop out and get the magnums (uhhhh) We getting close the Park of Meridian (uh huh) She pulling her skirt down (uh huh) And tucking her titties in (uh huh) I’m walking this biddy in (uh huh) Caressing her pretty skin She say- “I love the video that you n PD in” (yeah right) I’m thinking about the one night we just spent together That I’d cherish the love I thought would last forever Call me (Na, I don’t do this. You already knew this, Ma we been thru this) Call me (Na, I can’t do that once I done blew that. Ma we been thru that) This girl hobby was to slow me down (uh) Got me walking wobbling thru the lobby lounge (ohh) In the pent house blasting Mob Deep and some Bobby Brown (uh huh) Do not disturb sign prolly woulda not be found (yeah) If theres one thing I’m giving her, it gotta be back shots (uh) She screaming like she just won the lottery jack pot (ahhh) (uh) At the same time she jerking and wiggling (uh huh) Smirking and giggling (ha ha ha) Cuz I’m like dirt when I’m digging in (uh) The way she working and fingering She must have be a gymnast Cuz the positions wasn’t hurting her ligaments Ma I know you got centerfold measurement features (uh huh) But after a night, it was a pleasure to meet ya (uh huh) Get ya under and outta where (uh) You aint gotta go home but you gotta get outta here So write your number on this paper (uh) I might wanna scrape ya (uh) Next year when I go on TOUR (uh) Still thinking about the one night we just spent together That I’d cherish the love I thought would last forever Call me (Na, I don’t do this. You already knew this, ma we been thru this) Call me (Na, I can’t do that once I done blew that) Now I aint seen Shorty since the spot last summer And she still calling and paging (what the fuck) I don’t even know how she got my numbers (damn) But I been hiding (uh huh) Cuz, this girl looking for the kid like Bush was searching for Bin Laden (damn) Before I didn’t care if she where I be (ut uh) But now I mean it be scaring me (uh huh) To get yearly therapy (uh huh) She said her heart broken; it caused her to start smoking (uhhh) And I was in deep thinking, making her keep drinking (uhhh) Since Hiedy started stalking me (uh huh) I hadda get body guards to walk with me (yeah) If you wanna get Fabolous, that’s on you, that’s on you (okay) Long as you know where they at on you (I said okay) I’m looking at her was and reactions (uh) Hoping that this don’t turn into a fatal attraction (ut uh) She screaming “fabolous give me one more chance; fabolous give me one more chance” I’m thinking about the one night we just spent together (I mean, when was this ma?) That I’d cherish the love I thought would last forever (I never said that, I never said forever) Call me (Na, I don’t do this. You already knew this, ma we been thru this) Call me (Na, I cant do that once I done blew that. Ma we been thru that) |
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from Fabolous - Street Dreams (2003)
Call Me"
Ha ha ha ha ha See ma, I think you took it I think you took it wrong like You got it misunderstood or something You got it confused I’m thinking about the one night we just spent together (I mean, when was this ma) That I’d cherish the love I thought would last forever (I never said that, I never said forever) Call me (Na, I don’t do this. You already knew this, ma we been thru this) Call me (Na, I can’t do that once I done blew that. Ma, we been thru that) Girl, that was a one night fling You was turned on by the moonshine and the sunlight bling You kept licking your tongue at me knowing how quick that this young’n be To pull out his dick from his dungarees Besides, we had enough liquor and jumatries That both of us woulda got sick or had lung disease I remember every gesture made (ooh) During the escapade (ooh) In the back of the Escalade (whoa) When it come to tricks, I have some up my sleeve (uh huh) But Shorty dived in head first and didn’t come up to breath (shit) I usually don’t get to rag um (uh) But it’s so real, I made the caddy chauffer hop out and get the magnums (uhhhh) We getting close the Park of Meridian (uh huh) She pulling her skirt down (uh huh) And tucking her titties in (uh huh) I’m walking this biddy in (uh huh) Caressing her pretty skin She say- “I love the video that you n PD in” (yeah right) I’m thinking about the one night we just spent together That I’d cherish the love I thought would last forever Call me (Na, I don’t do this. You already knew this, Ma we been thru this) Call me (Na, I can’t do that once I done blew that. Ma we been thru that) This girl hobby was to slow me down (uh) Got me walking wobbling thru the lobby lounge (ohh) In the pent house blasting Mob Deep and some Bobby Brown (uh huh) Do not disturb sign prolly woulda not be found (yeah) If theres one thing I’m giving her, it gotta be back shots (uh) She screaming like she just won the lottery jack pot (ahhh) (uh) At the same time she jerking and wiggling (uh huh) Smirking and giggling (ha ha ha) Cuz I’m like dirt when I’m digging in (uh) The way she working and fingering She must have be a gymnast Cuz the positions wasn’t hurting her ligaments Ma I know you got centerfold measurement features (uh huh) But after a night, it was a pleasure to meet ya (uh huh) Get ya under and outta where (uh) You aint gotta go home but you gotta get outta here So write your number on this paper (uh) I might wanna scrape ya (uh) Next year when I go on TOUR (uh) Still thinking about the one night we just spent together That I’d cherish the love I thought would last forever Call me (Na, I don’t do this. You already knew this, ma we been thru this) Call me (Na, I can’t do that once I done blew that) Now I aint seen Shorty since the spot last summer And she still calling and paging (what the fuck) I don’t even know how she got my numbers (damn) But I been hiding (uh huh) Cuz, this girl looking for the kid like Bush was searching for Bin Laden (damn) Before I didn’t care if she where I be (ut uh) But now I mean it be scaring me (uh huh) To get yearly therapy (uh huh) She said her heart broken; it caused her to start smoking (uhhh) And I was in deep thinking, making her keep drinking (uhhh) Since Hiedy started stalking me (uh huh) I hadda get body guards to walk with me (yeah) If you wanna get Fabolous, that’s on you, that’s on you (okay) Long as you know where they at on you (I said okay) I’m looking at her was and reactions (uh) Hoping that this don’t turn into a fatal attraction (ut uh) She screaming “fabolous give me one more chance; fabolous give me one more chance” I’m thinking about the one night we just spent together (I mean, when was this ma?) That I’d cherish the love I thought would last forever (I never said that, I never said forever) Call me (Na, I don’t do this. You already knew this, ma we been thru this) Call me (Na, I cant do that once I done blew that. Ma we been thru that) |
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from Fabolous - Street Dreams (2003)
Call Me"
Ha ha ha ha ha See ma, I think you took it I think you took it wrong like You got it misunderstood or something You got it confused I’m thinking about the one night we just spent together (I mean, when was this ma) That I’d cherish the love I thought would last forever (I never said that, I never said forever) Call me (Na, I don’t do this. You already knew this, ma we been thru this) Call me (Na, I can’t do that once I done blew that. Ma, we been thru that) Girl, that was a one night fling You was turned on by the moonshine and the sunlight bling You kept licking your tongue at me knowing how quick that this young’n be To pull out his dick from his dungarees Besides, we had enough liquor and jumatries That both of us woulda got sick or had lung disease I remember every gesture made (ooh) During the escapade (ooh) In the back of the Escalade (whoa) When it come to tricks, I have some up my sleeve (uh huh) But Shorty dived in head first and didn’t come up to breath (shit) I usually don’t get to rag um (uh) But it’s so real, I made the caddy chauffer hop out and get the magnums (uhhhh) We getting close the Park of Meridian (uh huh) She pulling her skirt down (uh huh) And tucking her titties in (uh huh) I’m walking this biddy in (uh huh) Caressing her pretty skin She say- “I love the video that you n PD in” (yeah right) I’m thinking about the one night we just spent together That I’d cherish the love I thought would last forever Call me (Na, I don’t do this. You already knew this, Ma we been thru this) Call me (Na, I can’t do that once I done blew that. Ma we been thru that) This girl hobby was to slow me down (uh) Got me walking wobbling thru the lobby lounge (ohh) In the pent house blasting Mob Deep and some Bobby Brown (uh huh) Do not disturb sign prolly woulda not be found (yeah) If theres one thing I’m giving her, it gotta be back shots (uh) She screaming like she just won the lottery jack pot (ahhh) (uh) At the same time she jerking and wiggling (uh huh) Smirking and giggling (ha ha ha) Cuz I’m like dirt when I’m digging in (uh) The way she working and fingering She must have be a gymnast Cuz the positions wasn’t hurting her ligaments Ma I know you got centerfold measurement features (uh huh) But after a night, it was a pleasure to meet ya (uh huh) Get ya under and outta where (uh) You aint gotta go home but you gotta get outta here So write your number on this paper (uh) I might wanna scrape ya (uh) Next year when I go on TOUR (uh) Still thinking about the one night we just spent together That I’d cherish the love I thought would last forever Call me (Na, I don’t do this. You already knew this, ma we been thru this) Call me (Na, I can’t do that once I done blew that) Now I aint seen Shorty since the spot last summer And she still calling and paging (what the fuck) I don’t even know how she got my numbers (damn) But I been hiding (uh huh) Cuz, this girl looking for the kid like Bush was searching for Bin Laden (damn) Before I didn’t care if she where I be (ut uh) But now I mean it be scaring me (uh huh) To get yearly therapy (uh huh) She said her heart broken; it caused her to start smoking (uhhh) And I was in deep thinking, making her keep drinking (uhhh) Since Hiedy started stalking me (uh huh) I hadda get body guards to walk with me (yeah) If you wanna get Fabolous, that’s on you, that’s on you (okay) Long as you know where they at on you (I said okay) I’m looking at her was and reactions (uh) Hoping that this don’t turn into a fatal attraction (ut uh) She screaming “fabolous give me one more chance; fabolous give me one more chance” I’m thinking about the one night we just spent together (I mean, when was this ma?) That I’d cherish the love I thought would last forever (I never said that, I never said forever) Call me (Na, I don’t do this. You already knew this, ma we been thru this) Call me (Na, I cant do that once I done blew that. Ma we been thru that) |
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from Fabolous - Real Talk (2004)
[Chorus]
Cuz now I ain't wit cha, know that I miss ya, some how I carry on I can still picture, when I was wit cha like you was never gone I remember the good times, all of the bad times I dedicate this song, to my niggaz laid out, Til my niggaz lay down Can Ya Hear Me, I know you hear me [Fabolous] Now we was once two niggaz of the same kind Quick to holla at a bitch with the same lines Quick to draw on a nigga with the same nines But at the same time we was on some diffrent shit Cuz you was with a bitch that I beg to differ wit I told you sniff a bit and you could get a whif of it But you kept a closed nose when it came to those hoes And Im your nigga so I tried to smell em wrong for ya Wasn't there to take the fault for ya, But if you hear me I dedicate this song for ya, He was setup in a stick up By a girl he used to pick up on the upper west side I used to help him chop a brick up, They found him in his pickup Pants down and dick up, Leanin with one in his head And one in his chest, One of the best at this husslin' shit But his downfall was that he put his trust in a bitch and it's fucked up [Chorus] [Fabolous] I remember selling three bricks of raw powder Turn my man into a star in 24 hours He didn't care spent the money in like 4 hours On a Benz with like 400 and Horsepower And a chain that had christ on it, a rollie with alot of Ice on it A pinky ring with a price on it, when he come around Its likely that he blunted With a pretty lady in them Nikes that you wanted It's well know he kept it on his hip like a cell phone If you speak with him you can pick up on his jail tone He used to say he wasn't going back without blowing back And now I'm black I wouldn't put it past him The D's would Harass him, til he finally blacked out They told my nigga to freeze, but he still backed out Shots fired 'til his trigger finger got tired All the newspapers said was 'Another Nigga Dead' And it's fucked up [Chorus] [Fabolous] You can catch me in a cherry red 8-50 nice ass Great titties, face pretty everybody know that she date smitty A big time dealer thats doing a state biddin Who did more than his share of dirt in the world Enough to make a nigga think about hurtin' his girl So he used to tell his queen to stay to the castle Away from the hassle to the day that he pass through There's some enemies he might have who may wanna blast you She stayed for a few years, that's until a few pairs Convinced her to come and hang out around New Year's It's been awhile, you can see it in her smile And she ran into her man's Co-Defendant in the trial Who started going on about how he moving on About running with them same niggaz Smitty had warned about She slid off told her girl, she had to drop her kid off They found her in the parking lot, somebody blew her lid off And it's fucked up [Chorus - 2X] |
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from Fabolous - Real Talk (2004)
[Chorus]
Cuz now I ain't wit cha, know that I miss ya, some how I carry on I can still picture, when I was wit cha like you was never gone I remember the good times, all of the bad times I dedicate this song, to my niggaz laid out, Til my niggaz lay down Can Ya Hear Me, I know you hear me [Fabolous] Now we was once two niggaz of the same kind Quick to holla at a bitch with the same lines Quick to draw on a nigga with the same nines But at the same time we was on some diffrent shit Cuz you was with a bitch that I beg to differ wit I told you sniff a bit and you could get a whif of it But you kept a closed nose when it came to those hoes And Im your nigga so I tried to smell em wrong for ya Wasn't there to take the fault for ya, But if you hear me I dedicate this song for ya, He was setup in a stick up By a girl he used to pick up on the upper west side I used to help him chop a brick up, They found him in his pickup Pants down and dick up, Leanin with one in his head And one in his chest, One of the best at this husslin' shit But his downfall was that he put his trust in a bitch and it's fucked up [Chorus] [Fabolous] I remember selling three bricks of raw powder Turn my man into a star in 24 hours He didn't care spent the money in like 4 hours On a Benz with like 400 and Horsepower And a chain that had christ on it, a rollie with alot of Ice on it A pinky ring with a price on it, when he come around Its likely that he blunted With a pretty lady in them Nikes that you wanted It's well know he kept it on his hip like a cell phone If you speak with him you can pick up on his jail tone He used to say he wasn't going back without blowing back And now I'm black I wouldn't put it past him The D's would Harass him, til he finally blacked out They told my nigga to freeze, but he still backed out Shots fired 'til his trigger finger got tired All the newspapers said was 'Another Nigga Dead' And it's fucked up [Chorus] [Fabolous] You can catch me in a cherry red 8-50 nice ass Great titties, face pretty everybody know that she date smitty A big time dealer thats doing a state biddin Who did more than his share of dirt in the world Enough to make a nigga think about hurtin' his girl So he used to tell his queen to stay to the castle Away from the hassle to the day that he pass through There's some enemies he might have who may wanna blast you She stayed for a few years, that's until a few pairs Convinced her to come and hang out around New Year's It's been awhile, you can see it in her smile And she ran into her man's Co-Defendant in the trial Who started going on about how he moving on About running with them same niggaz Smitty had warned about She slid off told her girl, she had to drop her kid off They found her in the parking lot, somebody blew her lid off And it's fucked up [Chorus - 2X] |
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from Fabolous - Ghetto Fabolous (2001)
[Chorus: Nate Dogg]
Y'all cant deny it, I'ma fuckin rider You don't wanna fuck with me (yeah) Got skills in the trunk with me (ok) Switchin lanes, do a buck with me (that's right) Y'all cant deny it, I'ma fuckin rider You don't wanna fuck with me (yeah) And you know I brought my gang with me (ok) Niggaz trip, I got my thang with me [Fabolous] Yo, if they want it, cowards get it They still wonder how I did it Now y'all wit it, these niggaz see how I spit it Huh, these bitches see how I kit it You can hear my coupe a block away Bitches be yellin, "Let Me Ride" like they Snoop and Dr. Dre I keep spittin, them clips copped on those calicos Keep shittin, with ziplocks of that cali dro' Keep hittin, and shift blocks for that cali dough Keep gettin, my tip rocked by them cali hoes It's William Bonnie, stealin mamis Dance closely, even know they feel I'm limey I ain't tryin to send police to ya rest I'm tryin to put this, piece to ya chest and you in piece wit the rest You can release to the press - this how G's ride From the North to the South to the East to the West, let's go [Chorus] [Fabolous + (Nate Dogg)] Yo ma, I got you stuck off the realness The name's Fabolous, you heard I be In them trucks wit the wheels glissed In V.I.P, with buckets of chilled Cris' 'click, click', who the fuck wanna feel this I still got them blocks movin, and the system in my truck that can make it feel like the block's movin My 6-4's, wit the wheels and the shocks movin Them boys in blue with the shields and the glocks movin (You can't deny it) I'm the same ol' G The Guc' frames got the same gold G Duke can you frame O-3, cause if you see me on ya corner wit a 40 It ain't gonna be named Olde E I might be in Chuck T's, or the chuckers And if you duck cheese I'ma fuck her, duck these motherfucker Ghetto Fabolous, nigga I ride 'til I die Hollerin 1-8-7 when I ride through the Stuy, fool [Chorus] [Nate Dogg] It ain't really dat hard, to get fucked up Its really quite easy, just step up I'ma knock him so hard, on his butt Just like he been drinkin, like he drunk The fat bitch stood up, just stood up She bout to be steamin, turn it up You wont hear a thang, know you won't You too busy sleepin, won't wake up You can't deny it [Fabolous] The kid pull the four out a little quicker You might end up the reason, ya homies will have to pour out a little liquor Every stack that a draws out a little thicker I get brain, kick the whores out a little quicker You kids rap that's cool But the kid's wrapped in jewels, the kid clapped that tool Kidnap that fool, you don't wanna wake up gettin told that ya kids trapped at school When the time's right, I'ma put this nine right to the left side of ya head, push ya mind right It's still nothin but a G thang, I thought you knew And I'm bout to do the numbers that they thought you do Still don't know me, still jump in a Lex The chain so icey, I got chill bumps on my neck The NARCS heard, how the krills pump in the jet Still bumpin ya dex, still dumpin the tec, still [chorus] Yea That's right Yea, ok [chorus] |
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from Fabolous - Street Dreams (2003)
Baby girl
You know my situation And sometimes I know you get impatient But you don't put on show's to get ovations Take it to court and go through litagations And I respect ya gangsta Treat you like a princess And put something on your neck to thank ya Shes my pinch hitta When the startin lineup aint playin right I come off the bench wit her It might sound like im gassin ya But it took time to get from the back seat to the passenger We been creepin and sneakin Just to keep it from leakin We so deep in our freakin That we don't sleep on the weekend Wifey A little bit uptight Wonderin why I keep comin home in the middle of the night It'll be alright if ya'll bump heads it'll be a fight But i said it'll be alright I really wanna be with you (be with you) But I gotta be real with you (real with you) I can't leave you alone (no) And I know I'm living wrong But i can't let ya go Your the one i want in my life (want in my life) Already got a wife (got a wife) Can't leave you alone (no) And I know I'm living wrong But I can't let ya go You aint ever step out of line Or get out a pocket So i made sure canary sent out your locket To protect you, i'll get out and cock it And you know the barrel of my gun is big enough to spit out a rocket Oh, you gonna play dumb if cops do come through I gotta keep the top up if my drop do come through But i know the boutiques and the shops you run through So i cop her one, and cop you one too You always get a daily page, weekly ring Plus you aint too shy to do them freaky things I aint gotta put a band on your finger Or worry about you tellin' the whole world I'm ya man on springer At first you were somethin i denied Something I would slide Just do somethin in the ride But shorty Theres something that you provide Cuz the entre ain't as good without something on the side ya' know I really wanna be with you (be with you) But I gotta be real with you (real with you) I can't leave you alone (no) And I know I'm living wrong But i can't let ya go Your the one i want in my life (want in my life) Already got a wife (got a wife) Can't leave you alone (no) And I know I'm living wrong But I can't let's go Uh oh, i might be leavin the earth soon My girl gonna kill me if she smells the scent of your perfume Its gonna be a clip toss if I go back With stains of your lip gloss on my throwback She wont care if im a platinum rapper If she catch me with an empty magnum wrapper So keep it on the down low call the carsely You seen what happened with Mr. Big and R Kelly You know I care for you Anytime this chick is there for you Feelings im'ma share wit you Which makes it a Lil Mo clear for you I really wanna be with you (be with you) But I gotta be real with you (real with you) I can't leave you alone (no) And I know I'm living wrong But i can't let ya go Your the one i want in my life (want in my life) Already got a wife (got a wife) Can't leave you alone (no) And I know I'm living wrong But I can't let's go - |
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from Fabolous - Street Dreams (2003)
Baby girl
You know my situation And sometimes I know you get impatient But you don't put on show's to get ovations Take it to court and go through litagations And I respect ya gangsta Treat you like a princess And put something on your neck to thank ya Shes my pinch hitta When the startin lineup aint playin right I come off the bench wit her It might sound like im gassin ya But it took time to get from the back seat to the passenger We been creepin and sneakin Just to keep it from leakin We so deep in our freakin That we don't sleep on the weekend Wifey A little bit uptight Wonderin why I keep comin home in the middle of the night It'll be alright if ya'll bump heads it'll be a fight But i said it'll be alright I really wanna be with you (be with you) But I gotta be real with you (real with you) I can't leave you alone (no) And I know I'm living wrong But i can't let ya go Your the one i want in my life (want in my life) Already got a wife (got a wife) Can't leave you alone (no) And I know I'm living wrong But I can't let ya go You aint ever step out of line Or get out a pocket So i made sure canary sent out your locket To protect you, i'll get out and cock it And you know the barrel of my gun is big enough to spit out a rocket Oh, you gonna play dumb if cops do come through I gotta keep the top up if my drop do come through But i know the boutiques and the shops you run through So i cop her one, and cop you one too You always get a daily page, weekly ring Plus you aint too shy to do them freaky things I aint gotta put a band on your finger Or worry about you tellin' the whole world I'm ya man on springer At first you were somethin i denied Something I would slide Just do somethin in the ride But shorty Theres something that you provide Cuz the entre ain't as good without something on the side ya' know I really wanna be with you (be with you) But I gotta be real with you (real with you) I can't leave you alone (no) And I know I'm living wrong But i can't let ya go Your the one i want in my life (want in my life) Already got a wife (got a wife) Can't leave you alone (no) And I know I'm living wrong But I can't let's go Uh oh, i might be leavin the earth soon My girl gonna kill me if she smells the scent of your perfume Its gonna be a clip toss if I go back With stains of your lip gloss on my throwback She wont care if im a platinum rapper If she catch me with an empty magnum wrapper So keep it on the down low call the carsely You seen what happened with Mr. Big and R Kelly You know I care for you Anytime this chick is there for you Feelings im'ma share wit you Which makes it a Lil Mo clear for you I really wanna be with you (be with you) But I gotta be real with you (real with you) I can't leave you alone (no) And I know I'm living wrong But i can't let ya go Your the one i want in my life (want in my life) Already got a wife (got a wife) Can't leave you alone (no) And I know I'm living wrong But I can't let's go - |
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from Fabolous - Rolling Stone Original [single] (2004)
Baby girl
You know my situation And sometimes I know you get impatient But you don't put on show's to get ovations Take it to court and go through litagations And I respect ya gangsta Treat you like a princess And put something on your neck to thank ya Shes my pinch hitta When the startin lineup aint playin right I come off the bench wit her It might sound like im gassin ya But it took time to get from the back seat to the passenger We been creepin and sneakin Just to keep it from leakin We so deep in our freakin That we don't sleep on the weekend Wifey A little bit uptight Wonderin why I keep comin home in the middle of the night It'll be alright if ya'll bump heads it'll be a fight But i said it'll be alright I really wanna be with you (be with you) But I gotta be real with you (real with you) I can't leave you alone (no) And I know I'm living wrong But i can't let ya go Your the one i want in my life (want in my life) Already got a wife (got a wife) Can't leave you alone (no) And I know I'm living wrong But I can't let ya go You aint ever step out of line Or get out a pocket So i made sure canary sent out your locket To protect you, i'll get out and cock it And you know the barrel of my gun is big enough to spit out a rocket Oh, you gonna play dumb if cops do come through I gotta keep the top up if my drop do come through But i know the boutiques and the shops you run through So i cop her one, and cop you one too You always get a daily page, weekly ring Plus you aint too shy to do them freaky things I aint gotta put a band on your finger Or worry about you tellin' the whole world I'm ya man on springer At first you were somethin i denied Something I would slide Just do somethin in the ride But shorty Theres something that you provide Cuz the entre ain't as good without something on the side ya' know I really wanna be with you (be with you) But I gotta be real with you (real with you) I can't leave you alone (no) And I know I'm living wrong But i can't let ya go Your the one i want in my life (want in my life) Already got a wife (got a wife) Can't leave you alone (no) And I know I'm living wrong But I can't let's go Uh oh, i might be leavin the earth soon My girl gonna kill me if she smells the scent of your perfume Its gonna be a clip toss if I go back With stains of your lip gloss on my throwback She wont care if im a platinum rapper If she catch me with an empty magnum wrapper So keep it on the down low call the carsely You seen what happened with Mr. Big and R Kelly You know I care for you Anytime this chick is there for you Feelings im'ma share wit you Which makes it a Lil Mo clear for you I really wanna be with you (be with you) But I gotta be real with you (real with you) I can't leave you alone (no) And I know I'm living wrong But i can't let ya go Your the one i want in my life (want in my life) Already got a wife (got a wife) Can't leave you alone (no) And I know I'm living wrong But I can't let's go - |
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from Fabolous - Street Dreams (2003)
Uh, Uh, Uh
Baby girl You know my situation And sometimes I know you get impatient But you don t put on a show to get ovations Take it to court and go through litagations And I respect you gangsta Treat you like a princess And put something on your neck to thank you She s my pinch hitter When the startin lineup ain t playin right I come off the bench with her It might sound like I m gassin you But it take time to get from the back seat to the passenger We been creepin and sneakin Just to keep it from leakin We so deep in our freakin That we don t sleep on the weekend Wifey s a little bit uptight Wonderin why I keep coming home in the middle of the night It ll be alright if y all bump heads it ll be a fight But I said it ll be alright I really wanna be with you (be with you) But I gotta be real with you (real with you) I can t leave you alone (no) And I know I ll live in wrong But I can t let you go You re the one I want in my life (want in my life) I already got a wife (got a wife) I can t leave you alone (no) And I know I ll live in wrong But I can t let you go You ain t never step out of line Or get out a pocket So I made sure canary sent out your locket To protect you I ll get out and cock it And you know the barrel of my gun is big enough to spit out a rocket Oh, you gone play dumb if cops do come through I gotta keep the top up if my drop do come through But I know the boutiques and the shops you run through So I cop her one and cop you one too You always get a daily page weekly ring Plus you ain t too shy to do them freaky things I ain t gotta put a band on your finger Or worry about you tellin the whole world I m your man while I spring her At first you was somethin I denied Something I would slide Just to do somethin in the ride But shorty There s something you provide Cause the entre ain t as good without somethin on the side you know? I really wanna be with you (be with you) But I gotta be real with you (real with you) I can t leave you alone (no) And I know I ll live in wrong But I can t let you go You re the one I want in my life (want in my life) I already got a wife (got a wife) I can t leave you alone (no) And I know I ll live in wrong But I can t let you go Uh Uh oh, I might be leavin the earth soon My girl gone kill me if she smells the scent of your perfume It s gonna be a clip tossed if I go back With stains of your lip gloss on my throwback She won t care if I m a platinum rapper If she catch me with an empty Magnum wrapper So keep it on the down low call the car celly You seen what happened with Mr. Big and R Kelly uh You know I care for you (care for you) Anytime this chick is there for you (there for you yea) These feelings I m a share with you Which makes it a little more clear for you I really wanna be with you (be with you) But I gotta be real with you (real with you) I can t leave you alone (no) And I know I ll live in wrong But I can t let you go You re the one I want in my life (want in my life) I already got a wife (got a wife) I can t leave you alone (no) And I know I ll live in wrong But I can t let you go I really wanna be with you (be with you) But I gotta be real with you (real with you) I can t leave you alone (no) And I know I ll live in wrong But I can t let you go You re the one I want in my life (want in my life) I already got a wife (got a wife) I can t leave you alone (no) And I know I ll live in wrong But I can t let you go |
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from Fabolous - This Is My Party [ep] (2002)
Uh, Uh, Uh
Baby girl You know my situation And sometimes I know you get impatient But you don t put on a show to get ovations Take it to court and go through litagations And I respect you gangsta Treat you like a princess And put something on your neck to thank you She s my pinch hitter When the startin lineup ain t playin right I come off the bench with her It might sound like I m gassin you But it take time to get from the back seat to the passenger We been creepin and sneakin Just to keep it from leakin We so deep in our freakin That we don t sleep on the weekend Wifey s a little bit uptight Wonderin why I keep coming home in the middle of the night It ll be alright if y all bump heads it ll be a fight But I said it ll be alright I really wanna be with you (be with you) But I gotta be real with you (real with you) I can t leave you alone (no) And I know I ll live in wrong But I can t let you go You re the one I want in my life (want in my life) I already got a wife (got a wife) I can t leave you alone (no) And I know I ll live in wrong But I can t let you go You ain t never step out of line Or get out a pocket So I made sure canary sent out your locket To protect you I ll get out and cock it And you know the barrel of my gun is big enough to spit out a rocket Oh, you gone play dumb if cops do come through I gotta keep the top up if my drop do come through But I know the boutiques and the shops you run through So I cop her one and cop you one too You always get a daily page weekly ring Plus you ain t too shy to do them freaky things I ain t gotta put a band on your finger Or worry about you tellin the whole world I m your man while I spring her At first you was somethin I denied Something I would slide Just to do somethin in the ride But shorty There s something you provide Cause the entre ain t as good without somethin on the side you know? I really wanna be with you (be with you) But I gotta be real with you (real with you) I can t leave you alone (no) And I know I ll live in wrong But I can t let you go You re the one I want in my life (want in my life) I already got a wife (got a wife) I can t leave you alone (no) And I know I ll live in wrong But I can t let you go Uh Uh oh, I might be leavin the earth soon My girl gone kill me if she smells the scent of your perfume It s gonna be a clip tossed if I go back With stains of your lip gloss on my throwback She won t care if I m a platinum rapper If she catch me with an empty Magnum wrapper So keep it on the down low call the car celly You seen what happened with Mr. Big and R Kelly uh You know I care for you (care for you) Anytime this chick is there for you (there for you yea) These feelings I m a share with you Which makes it a little more clear for you I really wanna be with you (be with you) But I gotta be real with you (real with you) I can t leave you alone (no) And I know I ll live in wrong But I can t let you go You re the one I want in my life (want in my life) I already got a wife (got a wife) I can t leave you alone (no) And I know I ll live in wrong But I can t let you go I really wanna be with you (be with you) But I gotta be real with you (real with you) I can t leave you alone (no) And I know I ll live in wrong But I can t let you go You re the one I want in my life (want in my life) I already got a wife (got a wife) I can t leave you alone (no) And I know I ll live in wrong But I can t let you go |
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from Kanye West - Alter Ego Mixtape (2009)
La la la la
Wait 'til I get my money right I had a dream I could buy my way to heaven When I awoke I spent that on a necklace I told God I'd be back in a second Man it's so hard not to act reckless To whom much is given much is tested Get arrested guess until he get the message I feel the pressure under more scrutiny And what'd I do Act more stupidly Bought more jewelry More Louis V My mama couldn't get through to me The drama people suing me I'm on T V talking like it's just you and me I'm just saying how I feel man I ain't one of the Cosby's I ain't go to Hillman I guess the money should've changed them I guess I should've forgot where I came from La la la la Wait 'til I get my money right La la la la Then you can't tell me nothing right Excuse me is you saying something Uh uh you can't tell me nothing You can't tell me nothing Uh uh you can't tell me nothing Let up the suicide doors This is my life homie you decide yours I know that Jesus died for us But I couldn't tell you who decide wars So I parallel double parked that mother fker sideways Old folks talking 'bout back in my day But homie this is my day Class started two hours ago oh am I late No I already graduated And you can live through anything if Magic made it They say I talk with so much emphasis Ooh they so sensitive Don't ever fix your lips like collagen Then say something where you gon end up apolog'in Let me know if it's a problem then A'ight man holla then La la la la Wait 'til I get my money right La la la la Then you can't tell me nothing right Excuse me is you saying something Uh uh you can't tell me nothing You can't tell me nothing Uh uh you can't tell me nothing Let the champagne splash Let that man get cash let that man get past You don't need to stop to get gas If he can move through the rumors he can drive off fumes Cause how he move in a room full of No's How he stay faithful in a room full of hoes Must be the pharoahs he in tune with his soul So when he buried in a tomb full of gold Treasure what's you pleasure Life is a uh depending how you dress her So if the devil wear prada Adam Eve wear nada I'm in between but way more fresher But way less effort cause when you try hard That's when you die hard Ya'll homies looking like Why God When they reminisce over you my God La la la la Wait 'til I get my money right La la la la Then you can't tell me nothing right Excuse me is you saying something Uh uh you can't tell me nothing You can't tell me nothing Uh uh you can't tell me nothing La la la la Wait 'til I get my money right La la la la Then you can't tell me nothing right |
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from Fabolous - More Street Dreams Pt.2/ The Mixtape (2003)
Baby girl
You know my situation And sometimes I know you get impatient But you don't put on show's to get ovations Take it to court and go through litagations And I respect ya gangsta Treat you like a princess And put something on your neck to thank ya Shes my pinch hitta When the startin lineup aint playin right I come off the bench wit her It might sound like im gassin ya But it took time to get from the back seat to the passenger We been creepin and sneakin Just to keep it from leakin We so deep in our freakin That we don't sleep on the weekend Wifey A little bit uptight Wonderin why I keep comin home in the middle of the night It'll be alright if ya'll bump heads it'll be a fight But i said it'll be alright I really wanna be with you (be with you) But I gotta be real with you (real with you) I can't leave you alone (no) And I know I'm living wrong But i can't let ya go Your the one i want in my life (want in my life) Already got a wife (got a wife) Can't leave you alone (no) And I know I'm living wrong But I can't let ya go You aint ever step out of line Or get out a pocket So i made sure canary sent out your locket To protect you, i'll get out and cock it And you know the barrel of my gun is big enough to spit out a rocket Oh, you gonna play dumb if cops do come through I gotta keep the top up if my drop do come through But i know the boutiques and the shops you run through So i cop her one, and cop you one too You always get a daily page, weekly ring Plus you aint too shy to do them freaky things I aint gotta put a band on your finger Or worry about you tellin' the whole world I'm ya man on springer At first you were somethin i denied Something I would slide Just do somethin in the ride But shorty Theres something that you provide Cuz the entre ain't as good without something on the side ya' know I really wanna be with you (be with you) But I gotta be real with you (real with you) I can't leave you alone (no) And I know I'm living wrong But i can't let ya go Your the one i want in my life (want in my life) Already got a wife (got a wife) Can't leave you alone (no) And I know I'm living wrong But I can't let's go Uh oh, i might be leavin the earth soon My girl gonna kill me if she smells the scent of your perfume Its gonna be a clip toss if I go back With stains of your lip gloss on my throwback She wont care if im a platinum rapper If she catch me with an empty magnum wrapper So keep it on the down low call the carsely You seen what happened with Mr. Big and R Kelly You know I care for you Anytime this chick is there for you Feelings im'ma share wit you Which makes it a Lil Mo clear for you I really wanna be with you (be with you) But I gotta be real with you (real with you) I can't leave you alone (no) And I know I'm living wrong But i can't let ya go Your the one i want in my life (want in my life) Already got a wife (got a wife) Can't leave you alone (no) And I know I'm living wrong But I can't let's go - |
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from Usher - Caught Up [single] (2005)
I'm the kind of brotha
Who been doin' it my way Gettin' my bread for years In my career And every lover In and out my life I hear love and left the tears Without a care Until I met this girl who turned the tables around She caught me by surprise I never thought I'd be the one breaking down I cant figure it out why I'm so Caught up Got me feelin' it Caught up I don't know what it is But it seems shes got me twisted I'm so Caught up Got me feelin' it Caught up I'm losin' control This girls got a hold on me Let me go baby Now listen My momma told me Be careful who you do cuz karma comes back around Same ol' song But I was so sure That it wouldnt happen to me Cuz I know how to put it down But I was so wrong This girl was mean She really turned me out Her body was so tight I'm lookin' for her in the daytime with a flashlight My homies say this girl is crampin' my style And I can't figure it out but I'm so Caught up Got me feelin' it Caught up I don't know what it is But it seems shes got me twisted I'm so Caught up Got me feelin' it Caught up I'm losin' control This girls got a hold I'm so Caught up Really feelin' it Caught up I don't know what it is But it seems shes got me twisted I'm so Caught up Really feelin' it Caught up I'm losin' control This girls got a hold on me And I think I like it baby Oh nooo, oh no Ooh, yeaah, oh my This girl was mean She really turned me out Yeah, yeah, yeah, suga My homies say this girl is crampin' my style I'm so Caught up Caught up Don't know what it is But it seems shes got me twisted I'm so Caught up Really feelin' it Caught up I'm losin' control This girls got a hold I'm so Caught up Im so Caught up I don't know what it is But it seems shes got me twisted I'm Caught up Really feelin' it Caught up I'm losin' control This girls got a hold on me |
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from Fabolous 4집 - From Nothin' To Somethin' (2007)
We never change over here Street Fame Konvict If I'm your man then you're my man And we ain't gotta worry 'bout where we stand But you crossed the man you forced my hand And changin who I am ain't part of my plan Cause I will not change up change up no Said I will not change up change up no Now I don't know if I should hug him or slug him now And I don't know if I should cap him or dap him now But I know that it's feelin funny now Maybe it's cause I'm gettin this money now You see things ain't the same I said things ain't the same No things ain't the same And I know I ain't changed Yo I make the money but don't let it make me So even if I go broke nigga you couldn't break me Watch how long it take me to jump back on my feet quick is when the barrels jump back on the heat Y'all don't wanna see me jump back in the street So be happy that I rock them slumped back in the seats Being broke is a joke I never found it funny That's why I count my blessings as much as I count my money If I'm your man then you're my man And we ain't gotta worry 'bout where we stand But you crossed the man you forced my hand And changin who I am ain't part of my plan Cause I will not change up change up no Said I will not change up change up no Some niggaz change when they get change funny when they get money Switch when they get rich strayed when they got paid But I stresses you to holla Cause they never made bullet proof vestes out of dollars We never change this is us every day I call them boys up they gon' bust every 'K They ride high like them cust Chevrolets Like O Wax for Kaine lookin for his cousin killers I got a dozen peelers for niggaz who doesn't feel us I changed for a reason but homey it wasn't scrilla They can't say that nuttin changed but my clothes Oh I'm lyin I do change up my hoes I pitch game you should see the change up I throws And gotta get 'em a ring to get em to swing I'm a team player if I win then we won And they gon put us all in the Hall of Fame when we done If I'm your man then you're my man And we ain't gotta worry 'bout where we stand But you crossed the man you forced my hand And changin who I am ain't part of my plan Cause I will not change up change up no Said I will not change up change up no Now I don't know if I should hug him or slug him now And I don't know if I should cap him or dap him now But I know that it's feelin funny now Maybe it's cause I'm gettin this money now You see things ain't the same I said things ain't the same No things ain't the same And I know I ain't changed Money can't buy happiness but it's a damn good down payment I don't talk much feel like I'm around agents the game ain't what it used to be I'm the same but these lames ain't used to me Them other niggaz be full of theyselves Get money and disappear try to pull a Chappelle Well I ain't hidin I'm ridin I ain't duckin I'm buckin I ain't hangin I'm bangin I ain't willin I've done it If I'm your man then you're my man And we ain't gotta worry 'bout where we stand But you crossed the man you forced my hand And changin who I am ain't part of my plan Cause I will not change up change up no Said I will not change up change up no Now I don't know if I should hug him or slug him now And I don't know if I should cap him or dap him now But I know that it's feelin funny now Maybe it's cause I'm gettin this money now You see things ain't the same I said things ain't the same No things ain't the same And I know I ain't changed |
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from Fabolous - Street Dreams (2003)
You know what?
Everybody goes through some changes in life Some poeple change for the better, some poeple change for the worse But umm, some people need to make that change You know what I mean? Change is good sometimes. You know? [Verse 1] Why would I change? I ain't never slide down a bad pole Even though I'm certified over plat's sold They say I'm different 'cuz I ride in a plat. Rolls But every time, we gotta ride don't this cat roll? I never snitch, and go and hide in a rat hole And I aint givin' you nothing besides what this gat hold No pride, I ain't that old Cut off a few, but kept a few girls I decide like I'm ?? It probably don't seem like a struggle But I used to dream that this thug'll balance beams just to smuggle It's funny same girls that didn't seem like they'd love you Is beggin'for your autographs ands screamin' to hug you It's crazy, same dudes that seem like they thug you Is prayin' on your downfall, schemin' to mug you And people that didn't give a fuck, is dreamin' to bug you And goin through' extreme's just to plug you, who really changed? [Chorus] This game ain't change me, so don't let it change you If you've been real with me, I'm still real with you If you got love for me, I still got love for you If you down for me, then I'm still down for you If you don't fuck with me, then I don't fuck with you If you ain't cool with me, then I ain't cool with you If you won't ride with me, then I won't ride for you This game ain't change me, don't let it change you [Verse 2] Why would I change? I didn't step out of Superman's phone booth To remind where I'm from, I look at my own tooth I'm speakin' the known truth I ain't been living the same, since I moved under Silvia Rone's roof Why would I feel like I'm a stranger? And why should I feel like I'm in danger? And I'm grindin' 'till I'm right Whether it's on the streets, or online tryna climb sites I ain't blind from the limelite, I had my mind and my rhymes right, and signed when the time's right People shouldn't be hateful, they should be grateful But fuck it, I guess I gotta keep my three eight full I'm playin, the game, like I'm, supposed Stayin, the same, like I'm, supposed Ghetto Fab in da house, hip hop hustler One million customers, and I still bust at ya [Chorus] [Verse 3] Why would I change when I get green like the Incredible Hulk? I've chilled with the richest people to the ghettoest folks Known a few ?? and met a few locs Made a few comments, and said a few jokes But it's gettin' me sick, someone prescribe me some medicine Before the fame, the vibe was way better then Some have even became rivals instead of friends Only two become liable for settlements I grew up watchin the Now they hate to see a nigga drivin' the better Benz That's why the clubs be, deprivin' to let us in They know the family bring knives and barettas in I'm thankful for being allowed, fans for being the crowd How could my head be in the clouds? It's strange, what the fame'll do But you know what? The only one who seen the change from the fame is you [Chorus] I'm the same nigga man Same nigga, that ridin' with you Niggas that's fuckin' with you I'm still fuckin' with you niggas The same nigga, these hoe's ain't like Now they on my dick right? Haha... shit is crazy Don't let this game change you nigga... |
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from Fabolous - Street Dreams (2003)
You know what?
Everybody goes through some changes in life Some poeple change for the better, some poeple change for the worse But umm, some people need to make that change You know what I mean? Change is good sometimes. You know? [Verse 1] Why would I change? I ain't never slide down a bad pole Even though I'm certified over plat's sold They say I'm different 'cuz I ride in a plat. Rolls But every time, we gotta ride don't this cat roll? I never snitch, and go and hide in a rat hole And I aint givin' you nothing besides what this gat hold No pride, I ain't that old Cut off a few, but kept a few girls I decide like I'm ?? It probably don't seem like a struggle But I used to dream that this thug'll balance beams just to smuggle It's funny same girls that didn't seem like they'd love you Is beggin'for your autographs ands screamin' to hug you It's crazy, same dudes that seem like they thug you Is prayin' on your downfall, schemin' to mug you And people that didn't give a fuck, is dreamin' to bug you And goin through' extreme's just to plug you, who really changed? [Chorus] This game ain't change me, so don't let it change you If you've been real with me, I'm still real with you If you got love for me, I still got love for you If you down for me, then I'm still down for you If you don't fuck with me, then I don't fuck with you If you ain't cool with me, then I ain't cool with you If you won't ride with me, then I won't ride for you This game ain't change me, don't let it change you [Verse 2] Why would I change? I didn't step out of Superman's phone booth To remind where I'm from, I look at my own tooth I'm speakin' the known truth I ain't been living the same, since I moved under Silvia Rone's roof Why would I feel like I'm a stranger? And why should I feel like I'm in danger? And I'm grindin' 'till I'm right Whether it's on the streets, or online tryna climb sites I ain't blind from the limelite, I had my mind and my rhymes right, and signed when the time's right People shouldn't be hateful, they should be grateful But fuck it, I guess I gotta keep my three eight full I'm playin, the game, like I'm, supposed Stayin, the same, like I'm, supposed Ghetto Fab in da house, hip hop hustler One million customers, and I still bust at ya [Chorus] [Verse 3] Why would I change when I get green like the Incredible Hulk? I've chilled with the richest people to the ghettoest folks Known a few ?? and met a few locs Made a few comments, and said a few jokes But it's gettin' me sick, someone prescribe me some medicine Before the fame, the vibe was way better then Some have even became rivals instead of friends Only two become liable for settlements I grew up watchin the Now they hate to see a nigga drivin' the better Benz That's why the clubs be, deprivin' to let us in They know the family bring knives and barettas in I'm thankful for being allowed, fans for being the crowd How could my head be in the clouds? It's strange, what the fame'll do But you know what? The only one who seen the change from the fame is you [Chorus] I'm the same nigga man Same nigga, that ridin' with you Niggas that's fuckin' with you I'm still fuckin' with you niggas The same nigga, these hoe's ain't like Now they on my dick right? Haha... shit is crazy Don't let this game change you nigga... |
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from Fabolous - Street Dreams (2003)
You know what?
Everybody goes through some changes in life Some poeple change for the better, some poeple change for the worse But umm, some people need to make that change You know what I mean? Change is good sometimes. You know? [Verse 1] Why would I change? I ain't never slide down a bad pole Even though I'm certified over plat's sold They say I'm different 'cuz I ride in a plat. Rolls But every time, we gotta ride don't this cat roll? I never snitch, and go and hide in a rat hole And I aint givin' you nothing besides what this gat hold No pride, I ain't that old Cut off a few, but kept a few girls I decide like I'm ?? It probably don't seem like a struggle But I used to dream that this thug'll balance beams just to smuggle It's funny same girls that didn't seem like they'd love you Is beggin'for your autographs ands screamin' to hug you It's crazy, same dudes that seem like they thug you Is prayin' on your downfall, schemin' to mug you And people that didn't give a fuck, is dreamin' to bug you And goin through' extreme's just to plug you, who really changed? [Chorus] This game ain't change me, so don't let it change you If you've been real with me, I'm still real with you If you got love for me, I still got love for you If you down for me, then I'm still down for you If you don't fuck with me, then I don't fuck with you If you ain't cool with me, then I ain't cool with you If you won't ride with me, then I won't ride for you This game ain't change me, don't let it change you [Verse 2] Why would I change? I didn't step out of Superman's phone booth To remind where I'm from, I look at my own tooth I'm speakin' the known truth I ain't been living the same, since I moved under Silvia Rone's roof Why would I feel like I'm a stranger? And why should I feel like I'm in danger? And I'm grindin' 'till I'm right Whether it's on the streets, or online tryna climb sites I ain't blind from the limelite, I had my mind and my rhymes right, and signed when the time's right People shouldn't be hateful, they should be grateful But fuck it, I guess I gotta keep my three eight full I'm playin, the game, like I'm, supposed Stayin, the same, like I'm, supposed Ghetto Fab in da house, hip hop hustler One million customers, and I still bust at ya [Chorus] [Verse 3] Why would I change when I get green like the Incredible Hulk? I've chilled with the richest people to the ghettoest folks Known a few ?? and met a few locs Made a few comments, and said a few jokes But it's gettin' me sick, someone prescribe me some medicine Before the fame, the vibe was way better then Some have even became rivals instead of friends Only two become liable for settlements I grew up watchin the Now they hate to see a nigga drivin' the better Benz That's why the clubs be, deprivin' to let us in They know the family bring knives and barettas in I'm thankful for being allowed, fans for being the crowd How could my head be in the clouds? It's strange, what the fame'll do But you know what? The only one who seen the change from the fame is you [Chorus] I'm the same nigga man Same nigga, that ridin' with you Niggas that's fuckin' with you I'm still fuckin' with you niggas The same nigga, these hoe's ain't like Now they on my dick right? Haha... shit is crazy Don't let this game change you nigga... |
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from Fabolous - This Is My Party [ep] (2002)
You know what?
Everybody goes through some changes in life Some poeple change for the better, some poeple change for the worse But umm, some people need to make that change You know what I mean? Change is good sometimes. You know? [Verse 1] Why would I change? I ain't never slide down a bad pole Even though I'm certified over plat's sold They say I'm different 'cuz I ride in a plat. Rolls But every time, we gotta ride don't this cat roll? I never snitch, and go and hide in a rat hole And I aint givin' you nothing besides what this gat hold No pride, I ain't that old Cut off a few, but kept a few girls I decide like I'm ?? It probably don't seem like a struggle But I used to dream that this thug'll balance beams just to smuggle It's funny same girls that didn't seem like they'd love you Is beggin'for your autographs ands screamin' to hug you It's crazy, same dudes that seem like they thug you Is prayin' on your downfall, schemin' to mug you And people that didn't give a fuck, is dreamin' to bug you And goin through' extreme's just to plug you, who really changed? [Chorus] This game ain't change me, so don't let it change you If you've been real with me, I'm still real with you If you got love for me, I still got love for you If you down for me, then I'm still down for you If you don't fuck with me, then I don't fuck with you If you ain't cool with me, then I ain't cool with you If you won't ride with me, then I won't ride for you This game ain't change me, don't let it change you [Verse 2] Why would I change? I didn't step out of Superman's phone booth To remind where I'm from, I look at my own tooth I'm speakin' the known truth I ain't been living the same, since I moved under Silvia Rone's roof Why would I feel like I'm a stranger? And why should I feel like I'm in danger? And I'm grindin' 'till I'm right Whether it's on the streets, or online tryna climb sites I ain't blind from the limelite, I had my mind and my rhymes right, and signed when the time's right People shouldn't be hateful, they should be grateful But fuck it, I guess I gotta keep my three eight full I'm playin, the game, like I'm, supposed Stayin, the same, like I'm, supposed Ghetto Fab in da house, hip hop hustler One million customers, and I still bust at ya [Chorus] [Verse 3] Why would I change when I get green like the Incredible Hulk? I've chilled with the richest people to the ghettoest folks Known a few ?? and met a few locs Made a few comments, and said a few jokes But it's gettin' me sick, someone prescribe me some medicine Before the fame, the vibe was way better then Some have even became rivals instead of friends Only two become liable for settlements I grew up watchin the Now they hate to see a nigga drivin' the better Benz That's why the clubs be, deprivin' to let us in They know the family bring knives and barettas in I'm thankful for being allowed, fans for being the crowd How could my head be in the clouds? It's strange, what the fame'll do But you know what? The only one who seen the change from the fame is you [Chorus] I'm the same nigga man Same nigga, that ridin' with you Niggas that's fuckin' with you I'm still fuckin' with you niggas The same nigga, these hoe's ain't like Now they on my dick right? Haha... shit is crazy Don't let this game change you nigga... |
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from Fabolous - Real Talk (2004)
[Reverend preaching]
Ha ha ha haa Brothers and sisters we're gathered here today to listen to a young man that's on fiiya You sittin in the church wit Reverend Charlie Murphy and I'ma bring it to ya wit brother F-A-B-O-L-O-U-S Fabolous [Fab:] Preach, Brother preach [Rev.:] Fabolous [Fab:] Preach Brother preach [Rev.:] Preach to 'em Brother, Church [Fab:] Yea, Uh.. uh.. uh.. uh [Verse 1] Yo, I preach through my raps God is watchin me I still reach to my strap Broads is watchin me they wanna leech to my trap Tha Jesus Christ on my neck reach to my lap I teach you to rap in my Sunday School These bitches get a one day rule You gotta fuck be Monday, cool? Or she gotta stroke a stick like the hun play pool If not you gotta walk like a runway fool Catch me in the moon shine or the sun ray jewels If you keep sayin your prayers maybe one day you'll.. ..be blessed like me 'til then keep stompin in your Air Force O-N-E-S Nikes They should make scriptures wit my flows I'm the young Bishop Don Juan that stripped ya for your hoes So if I throw a dollar at ya scream Hallelujah While I grab the neck of my robe and pop a collar to ya Church [Reverend preaching] Now in this world that we live in, there's all kinds of pimps You got ya playas, ya ballas, ya macs, ya gorrilla pimps that take what they want Ya all-star pimps... Pimps that (?) Pimps wit nothin but the Gators on ya feet (Preach to em brother) Nice pimps, mean pimps [Verse 2] I feel like the angel of God All I gotta do is drive the Range through and nod It's like I was put here to put layers in the air Put squares in my ear, put squares in the chair Put pairs in the rear I even put 20 inch footwear in my spare Lord knows I gotta stay on them spinners Dis verse is like grace that you say on your dinners Girls come wit me knowin that they gonna be sinners But, I'ma sense of relief And I ain't never been a trick kinda like its against my belief If she got it from me then I'm convinced she a theif But they say God giveth and He taketh away And I can do the same thing when I shake with the 'K If a nigga make a mistake wit the pay, Goddamit At the club I get right in So if heaven got a ghetto I should fit right in God loves me [Reverend preaching] Now just what kind of ho are you? Are you a tough ho, or a soft ho? (That's right) Are you a big ho, or a little ho? (Lil' teenie weenie) A domestic ho, or an international ho? A rich ho, or a broke ass ho? [Verse 3] Yea, me momma got my name from the Baptist who made tha wrong moves wit the women and died for it You make the wrong moves when you come and you try for it New York City of God I 'den saved some of New York's prettiest broads I'm spittin the gospel I hit my apostle's wit the coke that'll heal a sick soon as it get in they nostrils A Dros Trios, bring the organs on ya A 40-Caliber'll turn ya to a organ donor And a day or two, you'll be a morgue aroma While I go city to city fillin the pieu's up I ask God to forgive me while I'm fillin the Uz' up Demons won't let me see a man fillin my shoes up I ease 'em wit a sermon, but that ain't hard When I'm in the Beamer before they released 'em to the Germans You prolly got the man you love wit you But wouldn't you rather have the Man above wit you? Can I get an Amen [Reverend talking] Now some of ya'll are pimps, And some of ya'll are hoes But the rest.. the rest of ya'll.. don't think I don't know Ya just a hater.. They hate what you got They put a black eye on on the game whenever they play They piss in the pool, And they fart on the elevator Then look you in the face, Like they think you did it They hate change (They hate change) And they hate progress They hate me and they hate you They hate they own momma Cuz they think its her fault that they ain't got shit But I'm here to tell ya today That if you a hater Then you are the outter take or your own business (Amen) And someody just put 25 dollars in the collection plate So I'ma go up on the corner And buy me a fish sandwich Y'all hold it down, I'll be right back Tha Reverend Charlie Brown And don't you ever forget Fabolous, Fabolous, Fabolous, Fabolous Bitch ass motherfuckers [fades out] |
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from Fabolous - Real Talk (2004)
[Reverend preaching]
Ha ha ha haa Brothers and sisters we're gathered here today to listen to a young man that's on fiiya You sittin in the church wit Reverend Charlie Murphy and I'ma bring it to ya wit brother F-A-B-O-L-O-U-S Fabolous [Fab:] Preach, Brother preach [Rev.:] Fabolous [Fab:] Preach Brother preach [Rev.:] Preach to 'em Brother, Church [Fab:] Yea, Uh.. uh.. uh.. uh [Verse 1] Yo, I preach through my raps God is watchin me I still reach to my strap Broads is watchin me they wanna leech to my trap Tha Jesus Christ on my neck reach to my lap I teach you to rap in my Sunday School These bitches get a one day rule You gotta fuck be Monday, cool? Or she gotta stroke a stick like the hun play pool If not you gotta walk like a runway fool Catch me in the moon shine or the sun ray jewels If you keep sayin your prayers maybe one day you'll.. ..be blessed like me 'til then keep stompin in your Air Force O-N-E-S Nikes They should make scriptures wit my flows I'm the young Bishop Don Juan that stripped ya for your hoes So if I throw a dollar at ya scream Hallelujah While I grab the neck of my robe and pop a collar to ya Church [Reverend preaching] Now in this world that we live in, there's all kinds of pimps You got ya playas, ya ballas, ya macs, ya gorrilla pimps that take what they want Ya all-star pimps... Pimps that (?) Pimps wit nothin but the Gators on ya feet (Preach to em brother) Nice pimps, mean pimps [Verse 2] I feel like the angel of God All I gotta do is drive the Range through and nod It's like I was put here to put layers in the air Put squares in my ear, put squares in the chair Put pairs in the rear I even put 20 inch footwear in my spare Lord knows I gotta stay on them spinners Dis verse is like grace that you say on your dinners Girls come wit me knowin that they gonna be sinners But, I'ma sense of relief And I ain't never been a trick kinda like its against my belief If she got it from me then I'm convinced she a theif But they say God giveth and He taketh away And I can do the same thing when I shake with the 'K If a nigga make a mistake wit the pay, Goddamit At the club I get right in So if heaven got a ghetto I should fit right in God loves me [Reverend preaching] Now just what kind of ho are you? Are you a tough ho, or a soft ho? (That's right) Are you a big ho, or a little ho? (Lil' teenie weenie) A domestic ho, or an international ho? A rich ho, or a broke ass ho? [Verse 3] Yea, me momma got my name from the Baptist who made tha wrong moves wit the women and died for it You make the wrong moves when you come and you try for it New York City of God I 'den saved some of New York's prettiest broads I'm spittin the gospel I hit my apostle's wit the coke that'll heal a sick soon as it get in they nostrils A Dros Trios, bring the organs on ya A 40-Caliber'll turn ya to a organ donor And a day or two, you'll be a morgue aroma While I go city to city fillin the pieu's up I ask God to forgive me while I'm fillin the Uz' up Demons won't let me see a man fillin my shoes up I ease 'em wit a sermon, but that ain't hard When I'm in the Beamer before they released 'em to the Germans You prolly got the man you love wit you But wouldn't you rather have the Man above wit you? Can I get an Amen [Reverend talking] Now some of ya'll are pimps, And some of ya'll are hoes But the rest.. the rest of ya'll.. don't think I don't know Ya just a hater.. They hate what you got They put a black eye on on the game whenever they play They piss in the pool, And they fart on the elevator Then look you in the face, Like they think you did it They hate change (They hate change) And they hate progress They hate me and they hate you They hate they own momma Cuz they think its her fault that they ain't got shit But I'm here to tell ya today That if you a hater Then you are the outter take or your own business (Amen) And someody just put 25 dollars in the collection plate So I'ma go up on the corner And buy me a fish sandwich Y'all hold it down, I'll be right back Tha Reverend Charlie Brown And don't you ever forget Fabolous, Fabolous, Fabolous, Fabolous Bitch ass motherfuckers [fades out] |
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from Fabolous - Ghetto Fabolous (2001)
[D.J Clue + Fabolous]
D.J Clue, Desert Storm You know how we do things (uh)Right now (uh), whachu bout to hear (uh, yea) whachu bout to witness [Fab] F A B O L O U S [Clue](O L O U S!) [Clue]Come on, my man Fabolous (uh, yea, uh) the album, Ghetto Fabolous (come on, uh, yo) Come on man!! [Fabolous] My gun go click and spark Don't leave witnesses to point me out on 106 and Park Son those slick remarks, gon' get you Bla-bla da da,bla-bla da da da da (blaow!) Y'all walk through my p's in karats Wind up hook on machines, livin' like peas and carrots Ya team wanna beef, thats when I screw the muzzle on the tip And strap the beam underneath When I ride through, ya dont see no lid I put snipers on the roof like Nino did All it takes is some c-note slid To have you on the news askin if anyone seen yo' kid I dont scream it in a rough tone I got spots in the whip to stuff crome, that would of help Puff Combs Every hustler on this planet ask Givin' away twenties so big, they in sandwhich bags, nigga uh, yea F A B, O L O U S yea, fo real, uh, yo, uh [Verse 2] These niggaz gots to be punched Act stupid, get shells in ya stomache, like you ate pasta for lunch If I let this diablo door raid I'ma have the front of ya crib lookin like Diallos doorway See I know all yays, we buy ours pure-yay We waitin on boats, these guys go Broadway Ya gon make me tie a bomb under ya Benz See how much you talk wit firearms under ya chin No you can't take the coupe wit dishes Cause when I hit the highway, it always makes the troop suspicious Please, I get my dollar from the hersey I'm on that fly gangsta shit, I pop the collar on my jersey You know I got the heat the way the Vanson is bendin Same laid back flow, no dancin' or grinin' Who else can it be spellin it at them You have them tappin they friend like "I'm tellin you that's him", stupid |
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from Fabolous - Ghetto Fabolous (2001)
[D.J Clue + Fabolous]
D.J Clue, Desert Storm You know how we do things (uh)Right now (uh), whachu bout to hear (uh, yea) whachu bout to witness [Fab] F A B O L O U S [Clue](O L O U S!) [Clue]Come on, my man Fabolous (uh, yea, uh) the album, Ghetto Fabolous (come on, uh, yo) Come on man!! [Fabolous] My gun go click and spark Don't leave witnesses to point me out on 106 and Park Son those slick remarks, gon' get you Bla-bla da da,bla-bla da da da da (blaow!) Y'all walk through my p's in karats Wind up hook on machines, livin' like peas and carrots Ya team wanna beef, thats when I screw the muzzle on the tip And strap the beam underneath When I ride through, ya dont see no lid I put snipers on the roof like Nino did All it takes is some c-note slid To have you on the news askin if anyone seen yo' kid I dont scream it in a rough tone I got spots in the whip to stuff crome, that would of help Puff Combs Every hustler on this planet ask Givin' away twenties so big, they in sandwhich bags, nigga uh, yea F A B, O L O U S yea, fo real, uh, yo, uh [Verse 2] These niggaz gots to be punched Act stupid, get shells in ya stomache, like you ate pasta for lunch If I let this diablo door raid I'ma have the front of ya crib lookin like Diallos doorway See I know all yays, we buy ours pure-yay We waitin on boats, these guys go Broadway Ya gon make me tie a bomb under ya Benz See how much you talk wit firearms under ya chin No you can't take the coupe wit dishes Cause when I hit the highway, it always makes the troop suspicious Please, I get my dollar from the hersey I'm on that fly gangsta shit, I pop the collar on my jersey You know I got the heat the way the Vanson is bendin Same laid back flow, no dancin' or grinin' Who else can it be spellin it at them You have them tappin they friend like "I'm tellin you that's him", stupid |
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from Clipse - Lord Willin' (2002)
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
(Verse 1 - Malice) Say dog, let's not get involved You don't wanna tango, I'll dress you in a halo Cock the gauge, polka dot ya braids Face you in a chrome fo', that'll lock ya legs And you can't move, I roll big and I can't lose They watch so hard ain't nothin' I do, that ain't news Carry it like I'm a stranger to the game I cut short any whisper that, en-danger my name I'ma toast on both coast, not for a joke I'm known in the streets on the account, I know coke And we got word in the street that the cops watch us But that don't stop us, we maneuvering move a little mo' cautious I hate to think that the dope game is my callin' Cause it got us singing lullaby's, to our fallin' Tonight friend, until we meet again But for now and ya name, we re-up and eat again, uh I never front, like I'm something I'm not Well being broke well that's just, somethin' I'm not Y'all talk wit hatred, but I live off that And I lived off cocaine, way 'fore I lived off rap Feel me friend, if they could, they'd kill me friend (Yeah) Cause I weigh too much, learned not to say too much They couldn't take me in the CL, that's way too much And I'm too gone, y'all niggas can talk on (Verse 3 - Fabolous) They call me Mr., Pleasebelieveit, believe it please I put the pump in ya mouth, and help you breath with ease This guys in a hurry Ma I can't even fuck with you, If you ain't in the itinerary I don't know where dudes is buying they jewelry Why's ya ice cream, like it's made by Ben & Jerry Y'all the type of players, that be gettin' 2-day contracts E-mail snitch, got these in ya 2-way contacts I'm in the club sippin' on that new Zecongac In the number 9 Jordan's, with the duce, trey, arm back The street family so cool, we could pull bitches Even if it was July, and we had on wool britches I got them teflon's, that shovel the fo' That have under covers and po', with cover and slow The government know, the kid been lovin' the dough Since I was movin' white off the curb, and shovelin' snow, ghetto (Verse 3 - Pusha T) Ghetto streets so numb they call me Novocain I turn over caine, over and over again Hell, so much cliental, I could lose it all today Be back the next day, still up in the same way As I left ya, all in three gestures, down up and aim I can define death, better than Webster, wet ya Now bless ya, and off to my next venture Blocks so white, June look like December Winter time, snow everywhere, flow everywhere So much dough, I fly my hoes everywhere Ask him, Pusha T, push a ton Push a ton of that shit, that makes ya nose run (*Sniffle*) Yes I'm holdin', whether it's heat or coke in In the door panel of my four-wheel motion Ain't jokin', but I laugh how other flows convince you It's money, it's funny, it's Comedy Central Minds mental, others is made up stinsel When I'm on vacation, my babies ride in a rental I'm livin', they act as if I don't live it Saran wrap vaseline, so they can't sniff it Yves Saint Laurent knitted, shorts bermuda You would think they was poochie, if you over looked Medusa Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh (Skit at end of the song begins) |
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from Fabolous - Street Dreams (2003)
uh, it's the d-d-d-d d-d-d-d d-d-d-d-d-d-damn ha-ha yea
[chorus (Woman Sings)] Damn-it's the way he grabs on himself when he gettin closer to them girls be like Damn-it's the wife beater wish you were in the droptop cruisin hoes like Damn-I can't blame em' if he wasn't mine shit i would try and claim him,cuz he's so fly and i'm so fly and you'll fool yaself if you try to deny him [Fabolous] I'm nothin like them other brothers I got no choice but to slut her cuz im in a 10-6 with the vase up that look somethin like a nutta butta dutta dutta mami you'll be in saint tropez ridin jet skis and mopeds powderin like dope heads paparazzi snappin pictures they must thin you J.Lopez (BIATCH!!!) (ha-ha) lets roast some spinach find a club and just post up in it what you mean are we there yet,I got lear jets that get to the westcoast in minutes (ha-ha) I'm smoother than white vanilla fudge with white vanilla studs cuz if they witnessed how im killin em out here these just might go tell the judge (i rest my case) [chorus repeat] [Fabolous] you could be prancin thru ghettos in a pair of fendi's or pants and stillettos all you gotta do is swallow some kids like that witch did in Hansel and Gretel whos as hansome as ghetto this mans earings look transparent and my mtchell and s throwbacks be so old they could be somebodys grandparents I want the type of money athletes consume I have to assume I'm no fool,but im so cool,when i walk in feels like theres a draft in the room (oooh) I'm so sick i drive em reverse fast call me a nurse fast shorty just lay back in the made back it'll make you feel like you sittin in first class (Relax) [chorus repeat] [Fabolous] They ask for it so i put TV's in the headrest and the dashboard and you gotta catch it on tape cuz when the truck stops rims still look like they on fast forward i'm sippin liquor the color of smurf's skin as long as the earth spins and you'll get sea sick,cuz my waves be thick enough for them cali dudes to surf in (cowabunga) ya low ridin denims look like midgets is hidin in em they say I like it from the front I like it from the front but oly when the kid is slidin in em the biggest dikes be switchin for dudes with figures like me and um im not braggin, but just imagine that you could even fuck with a nigga like me (BIATCH!!!) [chorus repeat] |
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from Fabolous - Street Dreams (2003)
uh, it's the d-d-d-d d-d-d-d d-d-d-d-d-d-damn ha-ha yea
[chorus (Woman Sings)] Damn-it's the way he grabs on himself when he gettin closer to them girls be like Damn-it's the wife beater wish you were in the droptop cruisin hoes like Damn-I can't blame em' if he wasn't mine shit i would try and claim him,cuz he's so fly and i'm so fly and you'll fool yaself if you try to deny him [Fabolous] I'm nothin like them other brothers I got no choice but to slut her cuz im in a 10-6 with the vase up that look somethin like a nutta butta dutta dutta mami you'll be in saint tropez ridin jet skis and mopeds powderin like dope heads paparazzi snappin pictures they must thin you J.Lopez (BIATCH!!!) (ha-ha) lets roast some spinach find a club and just post up in it what you mean are we there yet,I got lear jets that get to the westcoast in minutes (ha-ha) I'm smoother than white vanilla fudge with white vanilla studs cuz if they witnessed how im killin em out here these just might go tell the judge (i rest my case) [chorus repeat] [Fabolous] you could be prancin thru ghettos in a pair of fendi's or pants and stillettos all you gotta do is swallow some kids like that witch did in Hansel and Gretel whos as hansome as ghetto this mans earings look transparent and my mtchell and s throwbacks be so old they could be somebodys grandparents I want the type of money athletes consume I have to assume I'm no fool,but im so cool,when i walk in feels like theres a draft in the room (oooh) I'm so sick i drive em reverse fast call me a nurse fast shorty just lay back in the made back it'll make you feel like you sittin in first class (Relax) [chorus repeat] [Fabolous] They ask for it so i put TV's in the headrest and the dashboard and you gotta catch it on tape cuz when the truck stops rims still look like they on fast forward i'm sippin liquor the color of smurf's skin as long as the earth spins and you'll get sea sick,cuz my waves be thick enough for them cali dudes to surf in (cowabunga) ya low ridin denims look like midgets is hidin in em they say I like it from the front I like it from the front but oly when the kid is slidin in em the biggest dikes be switchin for dudes with figures like me and um im not braggin, but just imagine that you could even fuck with a nigga like me (BIATCH!!!) [chorus repeat] |
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from Fabolous 4집 - From Nothin' To Somethin' (2007)
Diamonds on my damn chain It ain't hard to tell Diamonds in my damn chain Diamonds in my damn chain I'm like ooh daddy I see you with that damn thang Not my fault I'm feelin' ya campaign I like you but I really like your damn chain Diamonds in my damn chain Diamonds in my damn chain It kinda explains the way she be actin' She liked my necklace so she started relaxin' Now that's what the fuck I call a chain reaction Yo you think you like me now wait until the light hit me I bet they house somebody girl spend the night with me They got a love it if not then I guess they haters This kinda necklace turn on the investigators They ain't got one problem with this Square facewatch lookin Sponge Bob on the wrist One white one gold one nice untold You can look but don't touch Guns might unload now I respect them thugs who get they jackin' on But we squeeze set every slug that we be packin's long Ya boy got the drug money we be stackin on Lotta carrots not the one's Bugs Bunny snackin' on Got em get em close and lookin' like I scooped up the Titanic chain from the bottom of the ocean I play them diamonds well when I got dat jewelery on And she called me Karat Jeter maybe Canary Bonds Diamonds in my damn chain Diamonds in my damn chain I'm like ooh daddy I see you with that damn thang Not my fault I'm feelin' ya campaign I like you but I really like your damn chain Diamonds in my damn chain Diamonds in my damn chain It kinda explains the way she be actin' She liked my necklace so she started relaxin' Now that's what the fuck I call a chain reaction Damn what happened He's blindin' everybody Hey it must be Jeezy out shinin' everybody yup ready for the show you can call me the light man diamonds on my damn chain you can call me the bright man see I don't do brightless I do AP's yea I spend G's on all these VV's blowin' on chief yeah I got it from Harlem 12 carrot pinky ring shit I got it from Robert step it up a notch iced out ski mask places in the projects to hide my weed stash Dominican chick shit I got her from Fab yellow stones in my chain so I call it the cab Diamonds in my damn chain Diamonds in my damn chain I'm like ooh daddy I see you with that damn thang Not my fault I'm feelin' ya campaign I like you but I really like your damn chain Diamonds in my damn chain Diamonds in my damn chain It kinda explains the way she be actin' She liked my necklace so she started relaxin' Now that's what the fuck I call a chain reaction Yo maybe it's them VV's cuz' they sets Susters' Sit on the next bus like that show on MTV The waves on the chain make a nigga fly like the wings on a plane When you sittin in between 'em Even when you clean em' Glitenin' when you see 'em Beemin' through the tints when I'm sittin in the Phenom Oops I mean Phantom my words got tangled man But this tiger striped watch'll make ya bitch a Bengals fan We all know Jacob check the shit he did He spent more time Making The Band' than Diddy did You feel my campaign then drop your old spouse I'm out in DC at the 'White and Gold House Wanna convince me love Secret Service meet with some of that Lewinsky love She saw the chain baby brain no strain ever since Now that's what the fuck I call a good Chain of Events' Nigga Diamonds in my damn chain Diamonds in my damn chain I'm like ooh daddy I see you with that damn thang Not my fault I'm feelin' ya campaign I like you but I really like your damn chain Diamonds in my damn chain Diamonds in my damn chain It kinda explains the way she be actin' She liked my necklace so she started relaxin' Now that's what the fuck I call a chain reaction Diamonds on my damn chain It ain't hard to tell |
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from Fabolous - Real Talk (2004)
It's been a year and some change
And I've been hearin' some things That there's some motherfuckers tryin' to be me But ain't none of these motherfuckers tryin' to see me So I won't stop, and I don't stop, yeah It's like everywhere I look and everywhere I go I'm hearin' muh'fucka's tryin'a steal my flow But it ain't no thing cause see my nigga J.O Put me up on the game when I stepped through the do' Now I done been so many places and seen so many faces But none of these motherfuckers do it like me Don't no motherfuckin' click do it like we Guess I'm doin' the right thing like Spike Lee See they talk like they some ho's, I walk like I'm supposed But if they get in the way they get stepped on It's the hundred-thou with the bling kept on Dippin' on my semi-automatic weap-on I ain't playin' no games, and I ain't sayin' no names Nigga put the shoes on if they fit you Well there's two things that I'm gon' admit to That I won't stop, and I don't stop It don't stop And it won't stop And it don't stop It don't stop, it won't stop It don't stop And it won't stop And it don't stop It don't stop, it won't stop I take whatever come wit the wealth, and even humble myself But I ain't the kinda nigga you can style on I got a coupe that I'm finna' put some miles on And I ride on these niggaz wit a smile on See I'm 'bout stackin' money but when they start actin' funny I fall back and all a man do is laugh I'm the kinda player that ain't gotta do the draft Buncha hits, couple plaques nigga do the math But a nigga must be gone for gettin' his hustle on So I had to come through and take the corner back And I'm back wit the rubber bands on a stack Nigga quit or take what I give on a pack Girls still think I'm fly Blow kiss and wink the eye And tell me they wanna go somewhere and freak off I tell 'em I would love to stop and take the week off But I won't stop, and I don't stop It don't stop And it won't stop And it don't stop It don't stop, it won't stop It don't stop And it won't stop And it don't stop It don't stop, it won't stop I listen to niggaz flippin' my lines And be grippin' my nine Like damn niggaz flip and only spit game Niggaz comin' at me tryin' to get names Niggaz lookin like me tryin' to get fame See first it didn't matter, and I was a little flattered But now these young boys they gettin' too grown Like I ain't show 'em how to rock jewels two toned But it won't stop, and it don't stop Yeah It don't stop And it won't stop And it don't stop It don't stop, it won't stop It don't stop And it won't stop And it don't stop It don't stop, it won't stop It's like everywhere I look and everywhere I go I'm hearin' muh'fucka's tryin'a steal my flow But it ain't no thing cause see my nigga J.O. Put me up on the game when I stepped through the do' |
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from Fabolous - Real Talk (2004)
It's been a year and some change
And I've been hearin' some things That there's some motherfuckers tryin' to be me But ain't none of these motherfuckers tryin' to see me So I won't stop, and I don't stop, yeah It's like everywhere I look and everywhere I go I'm hearin' muh'fucka's tryin'a steal my flow But it ain't no thing cause see my nigga J.O Put me up on the game when I stepped through the do' Now I done been so many places and seen so many faces But none of these motherfuckers do it like me Don't no motherfuckin' click do it like we Guess I'm doin' the right thing like Spike Lee See they talk like they some ho's, I walk like I'm supposed But if they get in the way they get stepped on It's the hundred-thou with the bling kept on Dippin' on my semi-automatic weap-on I ain't playin' no games, and I ain't sayin' no names Nigga put the shoes on if they fit you Well there's two things that I'm gon' admit to That I won't stop, and I don't stop It don't stop And it won't stop And it don't stop It don't stop, it won't stop It don't stop And it won't stop And it don't stop It don't stop, it won't stop I take whatever come wit the wealth, and even humble myself But I ain't the kinda nigga you can style on I got a coupe that I'm finna' put some miles on And I ride on these niggaz wit a smile on See I'm 'bout stackin' money but when they start actin' funny I fall back and all a man do is laugh I'm the kinda player that ain't gotta do the draft Buncha hits, couple plaques nigga do the math But a nigga must be gone for gettin' his hustle on So I had to come through and take the corner back And I'm back wit the rubber bands on a stack Nigga quit or take what I give on a pack Girls still think I'm fly Blow kiss and wink the eye And tell me they wanna go somewhere and freak off I tell 'em I would love to stop and take the week off But I won't stop, and I don't stop It don't stop And it won't stop And it don't stop It don't stop, it won't stop It don't stop And it won't stop And it don't stop It don't stop, it won't stop I listen to niggaz flippin' my lines And be grippin' my nine Like damn niggaz flip and only spit game Niggaz comin' at me tryin' to get names Niggaz lookin like me tryin' to get fame See first it didn't matter, and I was a little flattered But now these young boys they gettin' too grown Like I ain't show 'em how to rock jewels two toned But it won't stop, and it don't stop Yeah It don't stop And it won't stop And it don't stop It don't stop, it won't stop It don't stop And it won't stop And it don't stop It don't stop, it won't stop It's like everywhere I look and everywhere I go I'm hearin' muh'fucka's tryin'a steal my flow But it ain't no thing cause see my nigga J.O. Put me up on the game when I stepped through the do' |
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from Fabolous - Loso`s Way (2009)
Same shit different day just riding through the city looking prettiest as usual
It’s the same old thang got the name on the chain just to let them know who’s who And they know I’ve over here so they come and find me right after they lose you For you niggas in the way we can let the guns say “excuse you” At the end of the day we just trying find our way and I might be a come up And baby you hitch a ride but u gotta know how to do more than how to keep a thump up It’s so incredible that it ain’t edible but they know the cake’s real Yo I couldn’t even say ask these other silicon niggas how being fake feel (CHORUS) Everyday is my day I’ma do it my way everyday Everything about me, what they love about me everything Everywhere that I be, feel VIP baby And everybody’s cool, but y’all just ain’t me Somebody better tell em that we in this bitch like an unborn baby See we be everywhere, and they ain’t never there, couldn’t tell you where they be And you already know you ain’t gotta ask me you can see that everything is up And I’m so bout my money you ain’t talking about no money you ain’t even gotta bring it up And I hope you don’t think me give a sugar honey iced tea or a middle finger up I just stay sucker-free, leave the lames where they be, and I let my chips pringle up Everybody calm down, there’s enough to go around, you just gotta say how much you want Don’t know what you’re looking for, unless it’s a problem, I promise this ain’t what you want (CHORUS) Everyday is my day I’ma do it my way everyday Everything about me, what they love about me everything Everywhere that I be, feel VIP baby And everybody’s cool but y’all just ain’t me Can you do me this favor, answer this question, y’all gon try who See the shoes by Gucci, bag by Louie, the hating’ll be by you And I appreciate the love, thank the man above cause a nigga feel so blessed And I ain’t gonna stop, better get them red bulls, I don’t give these haters no rest (CHORUS) Everyday is my day I’ma do it my way everyday Everything about me, what they love about me everything Everywhere that I be, feel VIP baby And everybody’s cool, but y’all just ain’t me |
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from Fabolous - Real Talk (2004)
My youngins get it fucked up
when ya’ll talk about the game Like it’s designed in their favor Like it ain’t outlined for them to waiver Their rights for a lil’ bit of fame Get in bullshit fights for a lil’ name To get noticed by some niggas that don’t give two fucks about you Tell em’ you don’t do the jives and shucks, and they route you to the shelf See there’s no money in good health So they need you to be sick with it, ill content and delivery niggas This nation thrives off misery niggas So if you ain’t trying to let your hard times increase your wealth Niggas keep that progressive shit to yourself This is the business of buying souls, and we only tryin’ to fuck with those who trying to sell them See, they may see me as an adversary cuz they know I’m tryin’ to tell them About the forest of artists who grow only to meet industry axes How they take niggas dreams and write then off in their taxes Contracts is confusing, but don’t worry they’ll appoint you a lawyer for you whore you Loan you funds to fuck your soul make you pay it back and still maintain control of your stroll Your tracks and your hot ass slow flow They’ll keep you looking good and all that, but no dough You see when that get a bitch, they got a bitch And contrary to popular opinion it ain’t my sistas that switch It’s my brothers We the dumb motherfuckers Hardest niggas in the streets turned industry suckers Cuz we refused to do the knowledge Nigga, you can’t learn this music game in the streets or in college So you betta pick up a book or something Or fuck it, FAB will put it in a hook or something Hope that you listen to it Got you pumpin’ that poison while they paint them illusionary parades and keep pissin’ thru it You pussies don’t know the price or the sacrifices that this industry makes real niggas walk |
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from Fabolous - Real Talk (2004)
My youngins get it fucked up when ya’ll talk about the game
Like it’s designed in their favor Like it ain’t outlined for them to waiver Their rights for a lil’ bit of fame Get in bullshit fights for a lil’ name To get noticed by some niggas that don’t give two fucks about you Tell em’ you don’t do the jives and shucks, and they route you to the shelf See there’s no money in good health So they need you to be sick with it, ill content and delivery niggas This nation thrives off misery niggas So if you ain’t trying to let your hard times increase your wealth Niggas keep that progressive shit to yourself This is the business of buying souls, and we only tryin’ to fuck with those who trying to sell them See, they may see me as an adversary cuz they know I’m tryin’ to tell them About the forest of artists who grow only to meet industry axes How they take niggas dreams and write then off in their taxes Contracts is confusing, but don’t worry they’ll appoint you a lawyer for you whore you Loan you funds to fuck your soul make you pay it back and still maintain control of your stroll Your tracks and your hot ass slow flow They’ll keep you looking good and all that, but no dough You see when that get a bitch, they got a bitch And contrary to popular opinion it ain’t my sistas that switch It’s my brothers We the dumb motherfuckers Hardest niggas in the streets turned industry suckers Cuz we refused to do the knowledge Nigga, you can’t learn this music game in the streets or in college So you betta pick up a book or something Or fuck it, FAB will put it in a hook or something Hope that you listen to it Got you pumpin’ that poison while they paint them illusionary parades and keep pissin’ thru it You pussies don’t know the price or the sacrifices that this industry makes real niggas walk |
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from Fabolous - More Street Dreams Pt.2/ The Mixtape (2003)
(feat. Paul Cain)
(Intro - Paul Cain) Yeah, Desert Storm niggaz, Cain Ghetto, I got these niggaz man (uh huh) Clue! (yeah), I'm the first line of defense (yeah) And I'ma show 'em what that means (yeah) (Chorus 1 - Paul Cain) I know these niggaz hoped I wouldn't make it - fuck you Your hatred only made me wanna cake ya - fuck you Wherever I see you nigga I'ma buck you And put a hole in your chest that's big enough to drive a truck through (Verse 1 - Paul Cain) I bring the drama back where you lives, flatter your wiz Reload and then point the Mag at your kids So what I sound remorse, the records I still peep guns on me But the difference now is only Deserts If I talk it's gonna be reckless; I'm ready to die So when I apply pressure, niggaz gon' respect it Tote guns to rob niggaz, I told 'em to use And leave enemies of friends that like broken and bruised They ain't crazy, they just broke and confused; cross me And they'll be talks of how they found the man smoked on the news I'ma career crook - they used a mug shot from my graduation picture And my junior high school yearbook Paul Cain never appear shook Yeah I might talk to my enemies but never police (nah) You wanna converse it better be brief; you ain't gotta say much Show me the money and the cheddar'll speak If it ain't involvin bread, I ain't with it I don't need D's on me, I'm already dodgin Feds When the shots from the revolver spread Duck, I don't discriminate, leave CEO's and artists dead Make slugs a part of his head Vanish then pop up in a SL double nickel, scarlet red Fuck you I'm tryna get my cash right All my niggaz flip birds and blast pipes, addicted to the fast life Live everyday like my last night; OD'in or X When I got signed like Len Bias on draft night (yeah) Niggaz (uh), Street Dreams (yeah) (uh), (yeah) (Chorus 2 - Fabolous) I see ya faggot ass schemin - fuck you Bitch you don't wanna swallow semen - fuck you No you hate the way I'm "Street Dreamin" - fuck you That's why I ridin, clappin, wit the .40 Cal screamin - fuck you (Verse 2 - Fabolous) When I pulled the 5 out; I kinda expected For the backstabbers, to be standin behind me, wit they knives out Then the Range, wit the fins drove in I wasn't shocked to see my foes, dressed in friends clothin But - I still pull through the sty; wit handguns As big as the one, Robocop pulled from his thigh You prolly heard about the bullets I buy; and how it look like I'm throwin batteries, when the bullets shoot by So what, you wear a vest, why would I care If I aim for ya chest, that be a good idea Nigga, it's nothing to clap ya; but I'm more worried Bout the groupie cops, who wanna put they cuffs on a rappa That's why I'm limpin off wit a freak; and a lawyer Who woulda got O.J. Simpson off in a week I could show you how to blow up on ya own; in a Benz That'll hit a buck! and make the windows go up on they own Wit a stash box compartment for; a handgun That make holes the size of peep holes, on apartment doors My closet look like department stores; and you wonder why Ya girl's comin home, wit a cigar sip for Cause I just dump the light Dutch, mash the guts You won't believe how much ass I touch Who else struts pass the sluts, and a chain wit so much Ash and cuts, that it hangs much pass the nuts That's why I get followed by broads; wit deeper throats Then the people at the circus, that be swallowin swords Y'all hopin that the Don fall off; but my money's long enough To keep shootin ya bank until, ya arms fall off I'm eatin, and I ain't have to use someone's utinsels And when you clean as me, you know that every bum is against you But please don't let someone convince you; to test the kid And get hit wit slugs as long, as a No. 2 Pencil, fucka (Chorus 2 - 2x) |
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from Fabolous - More Street Dreams Pt.2/ The Mixtape (2003)
(Intro)
Haha, uh, uh, uh, uh uh-huh-uh, uh, uh, uh-huh-uh uh, uh, uh-huh-uh, uh, uh Mida, allow me to introduce myself, I'm known as Faboloso When it's time to slide, I'm known to grab the most hoes When I climb inside, they known to grab me close though (yeah) When it's time to ride, I'm known to grab the toast though By the expression on these hotties grill (uhuh) I can tell that wanna holla at somebody real (what up) And I'm usually looking for somebody skilled (yeah) Enough to make a nigga scream Ayayayo Niggas get mad, cause I may slay they hoe But I don't wanna let these AK strays go Stop face fightin' me, like ya face frighten me Besides, what I need wit another case fightin' me Nigga what I need is a ounce of good chronic (yeah) Unbelievable amounts of hypnotic (yeah) A shorty wit a ass that bounce like hydraulics (yeah) And a nigga is straighter than six o-clock (yeah |
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from Dj Clue? - The Professional 2 (2000)
(feat. Cam'Ron, Fabolous, The LOX, Nature)
[Nature] Peronas the crib sicker than Madonna's Gettin more press then Elien Gonzalez Some niggas tell me I'm the hottest I never cool off Criticize the shit I write but it's never too soft Snatch channels like I'm Disney Half grizzlie unexplain When niggas see me they duck Hoppin i pass quickley Someone to laugh wit me get acquainted They know exactly when a niggas famous Or livin dangerous The kid got a glow like i just came home Try to dull me Niggas that owe be hiding from me Changin their names Screenin their calls The dreamcast in the crib Never leavin at all Playin NBA 2K for two days straight Fifty dollas a game Ket me polish my gain Withdrawin at the bank Never deposit a thing Yo I gotta make a dolla wit slang [Cam'ron] Back in the day we was slave Whips and chains Its tradition All i got whips and chains All i did Flip some cane Now a nigga sick of the range Only a new six could fix the pain Look at all these goose bumps round my wrist and veins Milton Bradley wanna get my game 5-0 wanna frisk my frame I dont deal wit cheap blow When i shoot no block Sort of like a free throw Cant miss And one of you bitches burn me and i cant piss Got me itchin like its dandrif You gone see the back of cam hand quick you dam bitch Im a stomp you stab you Look at you you dam bitch Ya love I would dumb back out Everybody like "killa When u come back out," Listen I like rap Routine had to stop Met a new connect got it 18 a whop Cops on payroll every block got blow We fight every night Reunite then pop Mo Thats how it is when you deal wit me And I dont feel tv Only real tv Real money real gats real cats real girls MTV I'll show you the real world Cats run up on you Splater your white eyes Thats only to make saturday night live Lookin for a casket got the right size Wanna bake a cake i got the right pies Crashed up the four But now the right five Lookin for beef you found the right guys Old folk say "cam stop ur route Why you gotta get the guns Just box it out" Listen that there is trife Only fightin is the doctor And thats for your life As for your wife Took her out just to tour town Bench press for what I lift four pounds Tear up your car All four doors down Cats wanna box Well heres four more rounds [Styles] Yo, Keep talkin bout convertibles and your ice I'ma smack you yap you and murder you Keep talkin bout your dawgs is this And you leavin out the part that your dawgs is bitch Lets get straight to the point Aint a nigga better than me Im agrivated and im fed to the T If I gotta do joints And im sittin for five When you remeniss about me Say the nigga was live I got twelve arm robberies pendin A dope charge, a gun charge Hard to see holiday bendin Wit a brand new case Twenty niggas, the ride A spot OT And some brand new base Why say names You could get who ever you know I got the gun cocked Ready to blow Dont compare his rhymes to mines Mines is real And his is just words and lines [Sheek] Now I'ma give it to you straight cause I don't cop no pleas Sheek Lush, a nigga who got lots of cheese Wit enough coke to stand on and slide like ski's And you could see your whole body on my H-R vreethe How you wanna do this shit Like the quick and the dead So i could cock back Empty out the back of your head Do a drive-by go head Im quick wit the heater I shoot threw you Your car And threw the parkin meter [Jadakiss] Look it ain't much to talk about, fuck you Fuck where you from, you better wear your gun Won't shoot nothin, but you will appear in court I put your brains everywhere so you could share your thoughts Few hot shells outta the chrome will leave you there Wit a funny smell like gun powder colon Listen everythings about the kiss The new dope out Sky blue CL 6 Wit the new poke outs Tired of the speculation faggit Everything is real here Ya aint gonna get wreck on jason Hold down the fort Could never be baught So I dont flip when the crackers wave checks in my facin Rather start gunnin Cause soon as you start chasin the money Thats when the money start runnin I drive by in a car service Hope out wit mad nigga Pull my phone out Like ya nervous [Fabolous] Like ya dont know the kid stay hittin benches Wit kay's of the cane Leave strays sittin inches Away from your brain In them grey kitted benzes I sway threw the lanes Now the nay's just sit and flinches When they see the chain Ya might not never come out My verses get heard I'm a hustler I dont sleep from the first to the third Take the ???? to Cali But the shots go quickly Put red spots on your neck And they not no hickeys The truck still got those micky's And dont even pass it my way If its not no sticky No matter where Im at I pop regaurdless Cause I get knocked I cut a check Ya gone drop the charges Put three holes in head Make em look like bowlin balls Come threw in spring Wit nikes that dont get sold till fall So I could hardly care Cause the only way I see time behind bars If its a cartier |
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from Fabolous - Loso`s Way (2009)
Hey my nigga do me a favor. (what's that my nigga?)
If u happen to bump into the streets Can you please tell him I'm back? (oh okay I'll do that) I appreciate that (my nigga) [Repeat x4] Na nana na nana nana na Well alright okay I've been gone and away For too long a mistake But right now I feel awake I'm feeling like I'm back (just like I'm back) Said I'm feeling like I'm back (feel like I'm back) Said I'm feeling like I'm back (just like I'm back) Said I'm feeling like I'm back (feel like I'm back) Hey hey hey hey I take it in I blow it out On the courthouse steps after they throw it out Bentley waiting by the curb I spur it out Doors don't open they self the chauffeur get out My exhale made anything a foggy blur I make my way through the reporters and photographers I take my lady's hand I shake my attorney's Slide in the back seat and let's begin this journey Told the driver hold off before we pushed out I let my window down and out comes a kush cloud Any last words? Justice has been served Now back to the streets that's what the hustlers deserve Well alright okay I've been gone and away For too long a mistake But right now I feel awake I'm feeling like I'm back (just like I'm back) Said I'm feeling like I'm back (feel like I'm back) Said I'm feeling like I'm back (just like I'm back) Said I'm feeling like I'm back (feel like I'm back) Hey hey hey hey I ain't lose a step I ain't miss a beat Thugs have emotions we miss the streets We kiss the heat We love the block We rubber band the money we black glove the glock I'm screamin' free at last free at last She used to send me pictures so I could see that ass That's real talk that's a real bitch Fly as I left the minx still fit They know my name but in case they didn't know so Appear in a casket courtesy of loso So you should have your shit packed I'm a need ya to not be here when I get back Well alright okay I've been gone and away For too long a mistake But right now I feel awake I'm feeling like I'm back (just like I'm back) Said I'm feeling like I'm back (feel like I'm back) Said I'm feeling like I'm back (just like I'm back) Said I'm feeling like I'm back (feel like I'm back) Hey hey hey hey Aye daddy's home after a long day I'm from the hood I came a long way But I ain't goin' back I'm just visitin' I hear the streets talkin' I'm just listenin' If they ain't talkin' money I'm out my business then If that ain't what it is then what is it then? I'm out here grizzyin' swizzyin' It's me bitches sittin' in a phantom Got the streets back but I didn't pay the ransom My father who fathered you treat you like my grandson I came back for it like I left it nigga You try me you get more than a efa f it nigga Well alright okay I've been gone and away For too long a mistake But right now I feel awake I'm feeling like I'm back (just like I'm back) Said I'm feeling like I'm back (feel like I'm back) Said I'm feeling like I'm back (just like I'm back) Said I'm feeling like I'm back (feel like I'm back) [Repeat x8] Na nana na nana nana na |
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from Fabolous - More Street Dreams Pt.2/ The Mixtape (2003)
(feat. Joe Budden, Paul Cain)
[Intro - Joe Budden - talking] Let me just make this statement Loud and clear - Jersey's here Hey, Ja, Joey Triangle Offense do it like ... (whoa) ("what" - repeated in background) (*female voice: "yeah" - repeated*) [Verse 1 - Fabolous] Maybe it's the dipped Jesuses The twin Jesuses with diamonds in them, that's clear they break gooses Maybe cause I'm in they roofless or the Hypno I put in they juices I'm the "Joe Millionaire" of rap and one of these chicks Is gonna get picked and gonna get dicked I'm all that and then some, y'all cats have been bums That's pocket change, you call that an income? Tell the way I walk that I'm doin my thing (uh huh) A lot a niggaz talk but ain't doin a thing (uh uh) Whatever come in the fall, I do in the spring See I told y'all I'm doin my thing And I'm winnin by a landslide, damn right Don't you see the way they point at this man's ride Now, look at here, I took it there I'ma make this statement loud and clear - Brooklyn's here [Chorus - Joe Budden] (*female voice - repeats "yeah" in background of Chorus*] That fire, problems in the club, reach for that snub Look dog it's on fire, that's when you turn it up You wanna burn it up, come deal with them riders Small one on my hip, when you hear the clip You got to see fire, when it all hits the wire We gonna light it on fire [Break - Joe Budden] We gonna do it like We gonna do it like (We gonna light it on fire) Triangle Offense daddy Cain (we gonna light it on fire) I know you got somethin more (*"yeah" - repeated*) Don't even hold back Woo, we gonna do it like Yeah get 'em Uh, uh, uh [Verse 2 - Paul Cain] Here with the white and the Canary cross (yeah) Bracelets to match, diamonds clear of floss Convertible hard top in a Carrera Porsche (Cain) I'm young but I'm damn near a boss And of course your boy ride with a thing in the stash box Quick to hit the button, even quicker to blast shots Nobody gonna eat, 'less we see chips This not even funny, not the way we freak chicks My waiters make ladies see sick I'm "So So Def" like a J.D. remix I got enough whips to keep switchin up flavors Drafted outta high school, straight into the majors These haters, fake smiles, but they hardly like me They hate to see me in a party icy Clean white T, sippin on Bacardi lightly Suade low cut Force, one caramel nightly [Chorus] (*female voice - "yeah" repeated through Chorus and into Break*) [Break - Joe Budden] We gonna light it on fire Yeah, whoa [Verse 3 - Joe Budden] I got a ear for your amp it up with Jersey's answer The chancellor standin up for ten minutes man It's tough plan, plan that's what the camma does And Jam's son it's the new King, done with the cameras You pop lip like you got shit That's a minor congestion you not sick Now you wanna call names like Tupac did Home boy here's a few glock clips Still Junior like Lou Gossett Joey right back on Overcharge New York to cut the lights back on Peform Bloomberg to come get me all I send the gools that make the bad things happen in city hall All, K's spray cats, we don't play that She allowed to sway why don't use say that (yeah) Can't stop, won't stop, shots heard, one shot, gun shot Make your lungs stop, breathe easy [Chorus] [Break - Joe Budden] - w/ ad libs We gonna light it on fire We gonna light it on fire (female voice - "yeah" - repeated) We gonna light it on fire We gonna light it on fire ("woop, woop, woop, woo" & "yeah" - repeated until end) |
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from Fabolous 4집 - From Nothin' To Somethin' (2007)
The First Time You Kissed My Lips The First Time Your Finger Tips Touchin' Me Couldn't Resist The First Rhe First The First The First Time You Kissed My Lips The First Time Your Finger Tips Touchin' Me Couldn't Resist I Knew I Was Meant For This The First Time You Held Me Close The First Time I Couldn't Say No So Lossed In Side Of You I Knew I Was Met For You My First Time Checkin You Only Took A Second To Start Inspectin You Without Disrespectin You Wasn't Inspectin You To Say It Was Affectin You What You Wearin Got Me Starin Like You Butt Naked Boo It May Seem Like I Dont Even Reckon You But I Day Dream About Kissin On The Neck Of You Style Is Impeccable Smile Is Incredible Ain't Nothin' Like Ya And Baby I Done Met A Few You The Way I Feel Its Almost Like Crush My Heart Beats Faster Its Almost Like A Rush And Thats Just When You In A In A Room I Could Tell When You Round By The Scent Of Ya Perfume I See Why They Put These R&B Songs Together I Feel Like Mariah We Belong Together Its My Pleasure I Treasure That I Met Ya Bet Ya I Could Get Ya On The First Time The First Time You Kissed My Lips The First Time Your Finger Tips Touchin' Me Couldn't Resist I Knew I Was Meant For This The First Time You Held Me Close The First Time I Couldn't Say No So Lossed In Side Of You I Knew I Was Met For You Now I Rememba Datin The First Time Was Intimidatin No Rush Doe I Spend Da Hol Nov Waitin Come On Look At The Patience Dat Im Demonstratin Afta A Week Or 2 I Usally Start Eliminatin But We Got Thru Da Convo On Da Phone Now We Finally Chillin On A Condo All Alone I Tried To Be Expressive With Out Bein Aggressive Jus Being Suggestive A Lil More Impressive And Im A Good Playa I Listen To Da Coach He Sho Me Da Play Book And Said Dis Is Da Approach If U Ever Wanna Score Cuz Some Players Rush They Shots Dats Why Dey Neva On Da Floor N Dats Y We Both Feelin Comfortable Like Long Time Friends Only Been A Month R 2 I Got Moves And I No When 2 Make Em But I Only Give Em If I Knou Could Take Em The First Time You Kissed My Lips The First Time Your Finger Tips Touchin' Me Couldn't Resist I Knew I Was Meant For This The First Time You Held Me Close The First Time I Couldn't Say No So Lossed In Side Of You I Knew I Was Met For You Now Before Da First Time We Layed Down In Da Bed U Aint Know Da Kinna Thing Dat Playd Around In My Head I Aint Play Around Wen I Said U Gun Member Dis Might Even Turn Ya Self On Wen U Remenice Our First Time We Were Like Virgins With Expirence A Lil Shy But I Urged U To Expierement Things Got Weta I Mean Betta Im Gettin Numb Im A Bout Ccccome On Now Not Yet Boo Slo Down We Jus Stepped In Da Ring Need A Few Mo Rounds Dats Da First Time It Felt Like Dat Now U Kno Why Fabolous Is Spelled Like Dat The First Time You Kissed My Lips The First Time Your Finger Tips Touchin' Me Couldn't Resist I Knew I Was Meant For This The First Time You Held Me Close The First Time I Couldn't Say No So Lossed In Side Of You I Knew I Was Met For You The First Time You Kissed My Lips The First Time Your Finger Tips Touchin' Me Couldn't Resist I Knew I Was Meant For This The First Time You Held Me Close The First Time I Couldn't Say No So Lossed In Side Of You I Knew I Was Met For You |
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from Fabolous - Street Dreams (2003)
[Fabolous]
Unh (uh-huh unh) yea There's alot of money over here (Hahahahahaha) Ha Ha Unh (unh unh unh) Thats word to Brooklyn I'm back I don't know what the fuck is wrong with these niggas [Verse 1] Maybe cause I'm eatin And these bastards fiend for my grub I carry pumps like I serve gasoline to these scrubs Have you seen my Aston leanin on dubs And they can't afford chrome so they puttin vasoline on they hubs I'm lookin for a girl with a ass like Trina to rub Take home and let her watch the plasma screen in the tub These niggas hate I'm movin so much cash and cream in the club And dont pass my green on my bub But I'm a fly nigga that don't do much to pull her and dick her Everyday I'm poppin a tab and pullin a sticker Everyday I'm switchin the tags and pullin up sicker Every "K" I'm loadin the mags with bullets to flicker And I aint hesitatin homie I'm pullin it quicker So you can act tough After a few pulls on some liquor Got em pullin on niggas And they won't be goin nowhere for a while They might as well pull out a snicker Ye-Ye-Yea [Chorus] Forgive me father for I have sinned But look at all this money that I spend And look at all this jewlery that I'm in And look at all the places that I've been And look at all the women in those brims Look at the blue flames that I'm in I look at all the bullshit that theres been And if I had another chance I'd do it again [Verse 2] Anywhere the kid move you know the hammers'll be with me Pokin out the shirt like a Pamela Lee titty I went on tour brought the samples of D wit me Came back a month later bought a Lambo for three-fifty Think I throw you grams if you read with me Just because you see me on the camera with P. Diddy Dammit we P-driddy?? Now I got G with me Along with the third leg that I be rammin in these bitties I keep the revolver you hope my gun'll jam But with the soap its gonna blam The info put freckles on your face like Opie Cunningham Thats why I'm watched by the Feds and scoped by Uncle Sam Dope and hunn-ed (hundred) grams rope and hunn-ed grams At the same time our artist get to open Summer Jam Hope you understand or use better sense These niggas dont want no beef they want lawsuit settlements Nigga! [Chorus] [Verse 3] I'm in a waggy with em passin by ya With a baby girl who suck harder than Maggie on a pacifier What I'm smokin'll have you aggie as your last supplier When you can smell it through the bag you know that's some fire Gettin stressed by these hotties is regular I got a magazine to press to your body like editors Test me somebody I'm beggin ya I got the gatling gun like Jesse The Body in Predator I'm a hustler I dont sling no rocks to the fiends now Got dudes who sit on corners like a boxer between rounds Any other dude who dish rocks want beef Cause I chop jobs bigger than Chris Rock front teef I'm the nigga tearin the walls up in your miss in exchange for a small cup of the Cris And while you at probation fillin a small cup full of piss I'm in a coupe with a roof that ball up like a fist (Catch up!) [Chorus] Thats right I'll do it again nigga (unh yea) I'm a motherfuckin ghetto superstar nigga (unh) Desert Storm Street Family (unh) we here (yea) Young G's Salute (yea) Get this fuckin money man It's alot of fuckin money over here (yea) I don't know what the fuck you doin (unh unh yea) |
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from Fabolous - Street Dreams (2003)
[Fabolous]
Unh (uh-huh unh) yea There's alot of money over here (Hahahahahaha) Ha Ha Unh (unh unh unh) Thats word to Brooklyn I'm back I don't know what the fuck is wrong with these niggas [Verse 1] Maybe cause I'm eatin And these bastards fiend for my grub I carry pumps like I serve gasoline to these scrubs Have you seen my Aston leanin on dubs And they can't afford chrome so they puttin vasoline on they hubs I'm lookin for a girl with a ass like Trina to rub Take home and let her watch the plasma screen in the tub These niggas hate I'm movin so much cash and cream in the club And dont pass my green on my bub But I'm a fly nigga that don't do much to pull her and dick her Everyday I'm poppin a tab and pullin a sticker Everyday I'm switchin the tags and pullin up sicker Every "K" I'm loadin the mags with bullets to flicker And I aint hesitatin homie I'm pullin it quicker So you can act tough After a few pulls on some liquor Got em pullin on niggas And they won't be goin nowhere for a while They might as well pull out a snicker Ye-Ye-Yea [Chorus] Forgive me father for I have sinned But look at all this money that I spend And look at all this jewlery that I'm in And look at all the places that I've been And look at all the women in those brims Look at the blue flames that I'm in I look at all the bullshit that theres been And if I had another chance I'd do it again [Verse 2] Anywhere the kid move you know the hammers'll be with me Pokin out the shirt like a Pamela Lee titty I went on tour brought the samples of D wit me Came back a month later bought a Lambo for three-fifty Think I throw you grams if you read with me Just because you see me on the camera with P. Diddy Dammit we P-driddy?? Now I got G with me Along with the third leg that I be rammin in these bitties I keep the revolver you hope my gun'll jam But with the soap its gonna blam The info put freckles on your face like Opie Cunningham Thats why I'm watched by the Feds and scoped by Uncle Sam Dope and hunn-ed (hundred) grams rope and hunn-ed grams At the same time our artist get to open Summer Jam Hope you understand or use better sense These niggas dont want no beef they want lawsuit settlements Nigga! [Chorus] [Verse 3] I'm in a waggy with em passin by ya With a baby girl who suck harder than Maggie on a pacifier What I'm smokin'll have you aggie as your last supplier When you can smell it through the bag you know that's some fire Gettin stressed by these hotties is regular I got a magazine to press to your body like editors Test me somebody I'm beggin ya I got the gatling gun like Jesse The Body in Predator I'm a hustler I dont sling no rocks to the fiends now Got dudes who sit on corners like a boxer between rounds Any other dude who dish rocks want beef Cause I chop jobs bigger than Chris Rock front teef I'm the nigga tearin the walls up in your miss in exchange for a small cup of the Cris And while you at probation fillin a small cup full of piss I'm in a coupe with a roof that ball up like a fist (Catch up!) [Chorus] Thats right I'll do it again nigga (unh yea) I'm a motherfuckin ghetto superstar nigga (unh) Desert Storm Street Family (unh) we here (yea) Young G's Salute (yea) Get this fuckin money man It's alot of fuckin money over here (yea) I don't know what the fuck you doin (unh unh yea) |
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from Fabolous - Street Dreams (2003)
[Fabolous]
Unh (uh-huh unh) yea There's alot of money over here (Hahahahahaha) Ha Ha Unh (unh unh unh) Thats word to Brooklyn I'm back I don't know what the fuck is wrong with these niggas [Verse 1] Maybe cause I'm eatin And these bastards fiend for my grub I carry pumps like I serve gasoline to these scrubs Have you seen my Aston leanin on dubs And they can't afford chrome so they puttin vasoline on they hubs I'm lookin for a girl with a ass like Trina to rub Take home and let her watch the plasma screen in the tub These niggas hate I'm movin so much cash and cream in the club And dont pass my green on my bub But I'm a fly nigga that don't do much to pull her and dick her Everyday I'm poppin a tab and pullin a sticker Everyday I'm switchin the tags and pullin up sicker Every "K" I'm loadin the mags with bullets to flicker And I aint hesitatin homie I'm pullin it quicker So you can act tough After a few pulls on some liquor Got em pullin on niggas And they won't be goin nowhere for a while They might as well pull out a snicker Ye-Ye-Yea [Chorus] Forgive me father for I have sinned But look at all this money that I spend And look at all this jewlery that I'm in And look at all the places that I've been And look at all the women in those brims Look at the blue flames that I'm in I look at all the bullshit that theres been And if I had another chance I'd do it again [Verse 2] Anywhere the kid move you know the hammers'll be with me Pokin out the shirt like a Pamela Lee titty I went on tour brought the samples of D wit me Came back a month later bought a Lambo for three-fifty Think I throw you grams if you read with me Just because you see me on the camera with P. Diddy Dammit we P-driddy?? Now I got G with me Along with the third leg that I be rammin in these bitties I keep the revolver you hope my gun'll jam But with the soap its gonna blam The info put freckles on your face like Opie Cunningham Thats why I'm watched by the Feds and scoped by Uncle Sam Dope and hunn-ed (hundred) grams rope and hunn-ed grams At the same time our artist get to open Summer Jam Hope you understand or use better sense These niggas dont want no beef they want lawsuit settlements Nigga! [Chorus] [Verse 3] I'm in a waggy with em passin by ya With a baby girl who suck harder than Maggie on a pacifier What I'm smokin'll have you aggie as your last supplier When you can smell it through the bag you know that's some fire Gettin stressed by these hotties is regular I got a magazine to press to your body like editors Test me somebody I'm beggin ya I got the gatling gun like Jesse The Body in Predator I'm a hustler I dont sling no rocks to the fiends now Got dudes who sit on corners like a boxer between rounds Any other dude who dish rocks want beef Cause I chop jobs bigger than Chris Rock front teef I'm the nigga tearin the walls up in your miss in exchange for a small cup of the Cris And while you at probation fillin a small cup full of piss I'm in a coupe with a roof that ball up like a fist (Catch up!) [Chorus] Thats right I'll do it again nigga (unh yea) I'm a motherfuckin ghetto superstar nigga (unh) Desert Storm Street Family (unh) we here (yea) Young G's Salute (yea) Get this fuckin money man It's alot of fuckin money over here (yea) I don't know what the fuck you doin (unh unh yea) |
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from Fabolous 4집 - From Nothin' To Somethin' (2007)
Yes Nigga the slump is over we winnin again Bring some money out homey we spend again Wipe the frown off shorty we grinnin again Did he say again Yes we winnin again Nigga the slump is over we winnin again Bring some money out homey we spend again Wipe the frown off shorty we grinnin again Did he say again Yes we winnin again I'm ridin through the metropolitan everybody hollerin Me I'm just acknowledgin with this million dollar grin Shine like a halogen cool as the island wind I don't judge myself but if I do I'd give my style a ten Met a chick who belong on front of Cosmopolitan Thick in the right place otherwise she model thin She don't do no swallowin but she got a wilder friend Who don't give a fuck I told both of them to follow then I'm with the familiar you might be familiar with a few faces but they still the nine milli a They be like the Young Guns so I guess I'm Billy bruh I do more than William Bryant I'm a little Willie er Change a little chillier wrist a little sillier And I'm grown so I'm not really the kid at all But I hope you get it y'all I can't say I did it all But believe that fore I leave it I'ma try to get it all What I don't get at all is what these critics call stuntin don't mean nuttin they don't live her like they read it y'all It ain't the car it's the way it's kitted y'all Meanin it's the little things like the way my fitted fall The way my posture lean the way my necklace hang You should respect this gang if not expect this bang But all this wreckless slang it don't effect us mayne They build you up to break you down it's just like Tetris mayne That's why I sex Ms Thang and let the next miss hang And even if I wake up late I do the breakfast thang That's an important meal I is the important deal Jay brought me to Def Jam feel like it's Jordan deal I'm young mellow game winning young fellow Remember me I mixed one white with one yellow Turned nuttin into somethin you can do it too This the music that you do it to Loso |
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from Fabolous - Real Talk (2004)
It's g-a-n-g-s-t-a
That's how it be and it's gon' say (Y'all know whoooooooo) That's how it be when you see me That's how it be in NYC (Y'all know whoooooooo) If it's me it's got to be If it's me it's got to be G-a-n-g-s-t-a (Y'all know whoooooooo) I'm still living la vida loca Where hoes sell prices on weed or coke-a For the hustlers, for the customers, trust the buzz It's have you makin' one of the sounds that Busta does (woo HAH!) They love me just because I'm in the gallardo, laughing like Ricky Ricardo (Ha ha ha ha) With the 4-pounder, pretty gangsta nigga I'm the co-founder, I know the difference between pimps and hoe-hounders I can tell when they ain't learn to lean They gold cups missing stones, turning green I roll up wrist in chrome, burning green like what's good It's g-a-n-g-s-t-a That's how it be and it's gon' say (Y'all know whoooooooo) That's how it be when you see me That's how it be in NYC (Y'all know whoooooooo) If it's me it's got to be If it's me it's got to be G-a-n-g-s-t-a (Y'all know whoooooooo) God was in a good mood, on the day he made me I'm from the projects, it's the way it made me And I wouldn't change it for nothing I stay on point, that's 'cuz I know the danger of stuntin' But the aim is like I'll be at the ranges or somethin' It takes a gangsta, t o know a gangsta That's why we look at you like a stranger or somethin' 'Cuz we can tell by the body language you frontin' And it take a little more than lettin' ya pants sag Ya sand bag, tryna jump on the band wag I'll put the red dot on you like a Japan flag You need some high heels and a handbag It's g-a-n-g-s-t-a That's how it be and it's gon' say (Y'all know whoooooooo) That's how it be when you see me That's how it be in NYC (Y'all know whoooooooo) If it's me it's got to be If it's me it's got to be G-a-n-g-s-t-a (Y'all know whoooooooo) I'm in the ten minutes to nine, leanin' on 'em Like I'm ten minutes behind, fuck a hundred shots Give me a .40 cal wit' ten in it, I'm fine Just spray, and shit'll get you ten minute of shine Keep a friend in it, that's ten cented for mine Keep the rims in it, that spin in it for mine Can't see him in it, I been tinted up mine But you know a nigga look oh so gangsta Oh no thank ya, I earned my key My name'll get you fucked up, and burners tee That's gangsta love, from the heart Yo I told y'all from the start And now (y'all know whoooooooo) Keep it G'd up, I can't slow down, these creep's speed up Cali bringin' peeps and weed up I'm coming through with a bunch of girls that'll deep a seed up (It's a gangsta party) It's g-a-n-g-s-t-a That's how it be and it's gon' say (Y'all know whoooooooo) That's how it be when you see me That's how it be in NYC (Y'all know whoooooooo) If it's me it's got to be If it's me it's got to be G-a-n-g-s-t-a (Y'all know whoooooooo) |
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from Fabolous - Real Talk (2004)
It's g-a-n-g-s-t-a
That's how it be and it's gon' say (Y'all know whoooooooo) That's how it be when you see me That's how it be in NYC (Y'all know whoooooooo) If it's me it's got to be If it's me it's got to be G-a-n-g-s-t-a (Y'all know whoooooooo) I'm still living la vida loca Where hoes sell prices on weed or coke-a For the hustlers, for the customers, trust the buzz It's have you makin' one of the sounds that Busta does (woo HAH!) They love me just because I'm in the gallardo, laughing like Ricky Ricardo (Ha ha ha ha) With the 4-pounder, pretty gangsta nigga I'm the co-founder, I know the difference between pimps and hoe-hounders I can tell when they ain't learn to lean They gold cups missing stones, turning green I roll up wrist in chrome, burning green like what's good It's g-a-n-g-s-t-a That's how it be and it's gon' say (Y'all know whoooooooo) That's how it be when you see me That's how it be in NYC (Y'all know whoooooooo) If it's me it's got to be If it's me it's got to be G-a-n-g-s-t-a (Y'all know whoooooooo) God was in a good mood, on the day he made me I'm from the projects, it's the way it made me And I wouldn't change it for nothing I stay on point, that's 'cuz I know the danger of stuntin' But the aim is like I'll be at the ranges or somethin' It takes a gangsta, t o know a gangsta That's why we look at you like a stranger or somethin' 'Cuz we can tell by the body language you frontin' And it take a little more than lettin' ya pants sag Ya sand bag, tryna jump on the band wag I'll put the red dot on you like a Japan flag You need some high heels and a handbag It's g-a-n-g-s-t-a That's how it be and it's gon' say (Y'all know whoooooooo) That's how it be when you see me That's how it be in NYC (Y'all know whoooooooo) If it's me it's got to be If it's me it's got to be G-a-n-g-s-t-a (Y'all know whoooooooo) I'm in the ten minutes to nine, leanin' on 'em Like I'm ten minutes behind, fuck a hundred shots Give me a .40 cal wit' ten in it, I'm fine Just spray, and shit'll get you ten minute of shine Keep a friend in it, that's ten cented for mine Keep the rims in it, that spin in it for mine Can't see him in it, I been tinted up mine But you know a nigga look oh so gangsta Oh no thank ya, I earned my key My name'll get you fucked up, and burners tee That's gangsta love, from the heart Yo I told y'all from the start And now (y'all know whoooooooo) Keep it G'd up, I can't slow down, these creep's speed up Cali bringin' peeps and weed up I'm coming through with a bunch of girls that'll deep a seed up (It's a gangsta party) It's g-a-n-g-s-t-a That's how it be and it's gon' say (Y'all know whoooooooo) That's how it be when you see me That's how it be in NYC (Y'all know whoooooooo) If it's me it's got to be If it's me it's got to be G-a-n-g-s-t-a (Y'all know whoooooooo) |
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from Fabolous 4집 - From Nothin' To Somethin' (2007)
[Intro: Junior Reid] Stonyahoy!!! Stigading wuy na na ding ding wuy!!! Yeah ha ha ha!!! [Chorus: Junior Reid] Yes I waan dem fi know, seh real warriors don't play And if yuh romp wid us, you have to run away I waan dem fi know, seh real gangstas don't play And if they romp wid us, they have to run away [Verse 1: Junior Reid] Know they romp wid us and they go run and a hide (Hide) Slip dem go slip and now a slide dem go slide (Slide) Only a fool get caught up in his own pride (Pride) Hope dem ready fi di ride [Chorus: Junior Reid] I waan dem fi know, seh real gangstas don't play And if they romp wid us, they have to run away [Verse 2: Junior Reid] Know they romp wid us and they go run and a hide (Hide) Slip dem go slip and now a slide dem go slide (Slide) Only a fool get caught up in his own pride (Pride) Hope dem ready fi di ride [Verse 3: Fabolous] Gnagstas ain't this fly, this is just a rare occasion You can hear it's blazin soon as the leer is raisin Hell yeah we hazin, sexy pair of Bajans Chinky eyes dark hair you would swear they Asian They Bahama mamas, hols the llama mamas Put the gangsta grills on when it's drama mama Murder them, murder them, they don't make a move until they get word from him I could be in Fiji, one call to Gigi She on some Belly shit like X with a squiggie They say it's gangsta but it's just the way of life If life's a bitch better make everyday your wife I'm from the era of the shootouts from drug spots Happy to be here so I smile in my mug shots The David Dinkins years, I even dug Koch Before the George Bush drugs watch, Bloodclaat!!! [Chorus: Junior Reid] I waan dem fi know, seh real gangstas don't play And if they romp wid us, they have to run away |
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from Israel - The Legacy (2009)
Yes
It's Lo-So J-Man Israel Aka It's Real [Fabolous:] Now You No I Gotta Start With Florence I Met Her At The Heart Of New Orleans That Was When The Astin Martin Was Orange A Body That Could Speed Up A Heart Performance But She Change Character Like Martin Lawrence A Real Dr. Jekl, Miss Hyde Chick Flip Out On Ya Call Her Miss Sidekick So I Told Israel Don't Make It His Gal Hope She Just A Friend Better Play Up His Style. [Israel:] Think About The Time That We First Met I Was So Glad I Found Ya. Had Me In A Spell The First Moment That I Laid Eyes Upon Ya . What I Would Do To Feel Like That And No The Way To Make You Smile Again . I Would In A Flash Cause [Israel:] You Aint The One I Knew Have We Been Introduced Cuz Clearly Ive Thought And I See The Gemini In You Its Pushing Me Away From You But Im So In Love With You Oh I Just Want My Baby Back Cuz I Didn't Fall For The Gemini In You (Nonono) [Israel:] How Did We Ever Get Into This Point Wasn't Really In Our Plans Think About If Life Had Been A Coin The Other Side Sooo Different Your Just Reacting Whats The Cause Or Are You So Good To Walk Out The Door When Im Tryna Make A Truth [Israel:] Tell Me Do Really I Deserve To You To Just Treat Me Like Some Other Guy Thought I Was The One You Wanna Be With. Dont Leave Me To Do This Alone We Came Way To Far To Quit So Don't Let This Go. And Im Hurtin Baby Cuz [Chorus: Israel] You Aint The One I Knew Have We Been Introduced Cuz Clearly Ive Thought And I See The Gemini In You Its Pushing Me Away From You And Im So In Love With You Oh I Just Want My Baby Back Cuz I Didn't Fall For The Gemini In You [Israel:] Oh My Girl How I Desire For Us To Be So Close And Nothing Could Break Us Apart Girl Gotta Admit Im Scared When You Change On Me [Fabolous:] Now I See What Your Ex Was Talking About One Minute Ya Muslim Then You Porkin It Out First You Dont Like Rap Then You Walking It Out And You No Were I Live Then You Stalking It Out Woow Id Be Telling Women Why Be A Vergo And Act So Gemini But You No Me A Hommie Is Hip To This Ill Snap You Out Of It Like A Hypnotist (Los) [Chorus: Israel] You Aint The One I Knew Have We Been Introduced Cuz Clearly Ive Thought And I See The Gemini In You Its Pushing Me Away From You But Im So In Love With You Oh I Just Want My Baby Back Cuz I Didn't Fall For The Gemini In You |
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from Fabolous - Ghetto Fabolous (2001)
[Verse 1]
Yo, yall gon' hear this in the nightclubs for a year When the song go on, throw on, ya tight mugs or ya stares It's like Bugs up in here Like Thugs up in here Throw ya fingas up like you gon' snipe slugs in the air HATAS- might have a slight grudge when I'm there See the froze on my wrist, like bugs in my ear Ladies pass through, I might rub on her rear Pop Cris' in her face, make her wipe suds from her hair Even dykes tug on my gear The way I like strud up in here Look at the nice smuds that I wear Drinks be flingin, minks be swingin The way the pinky-ringin, link be blingin, you think we slingin? I wanna see the roof of your coupe, sittin behind ya 18 inches and up, no sittin on minors After tha club hittin a diner, spittin the lines And end up in a hotel, gettin vagina [Chorus] Ladies- Rub ya tits if ya gettin right (Hey) Niggas- Grab ya dicks if ya gettin right (Ho) Don't be thinkin bout that nigga that you wit tonite Don't be thinkin bout that chick that you wit tonite Ladies- Rub ya tits if ya gettin right (Hey) Niggas- Grab ya dicks if ya gettin right (Ho) If gettin right is the only thing you wit tonite Ladies (Hey) Niggas (Ho) [Verse 2] Ma, it's hard to stop and not admit it You like the way the drop I got is kitted Cops can't spot who is it You wanna stop and jot ya digits Must be how I hop on yatchs and visit, tropic spots I did it The top the watch is glitted Make niggas wanna bop they knots, stop and plot to get it Like I won't pop a shot in fitteds I got the type of machine guns that cops and swats be hitted I wanna drop but not to hit it, stop we not committed Think we hittin shoppin spots, forget it Move ya neck, rock from side to side Neva get checked, me and my glock side and side This in ya deck let it knock inside ya ride We in the 'jects of the blocks in the widest five Spendin a grands nutin for 'lous (lis) You aint got on a badge playa, so why you handcuffin the chicks? [Chorus] [Verse 3] Yall hardly see I be 'round But when I do, I be, I be down in a VIP lounge I get in the club, I dont need ID now Bulky nig, can't even see my 3-pound Yall know how that kid from B-Stuy be down Yall see my C-pound, yall see yall be drowned Skee-o, gotta, re-ply she down, which sheet I meet down I know she gettin right- HEY Ladies tug me when I strut So this thug be in the cut, takin thug b's to the gut Rays beamin, yall think I be day-dreamin But I stay schemin like, 'Shortie could get it' Next screenin, they see all this ice and grey gleamin They like 'Damn, Shortie could get it' And I may be crazy But I see some ladies tonite that should be drinkin my baby's baby [Chorus] |
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from Fabolous - Ghetto Fabolous (2001)
[Verse 1]
Yo, yall gon' hear this in the nightclubs for a year When the song go on, throw on, ya tight mugs or ya stares It's like Bugs up in here Like Thugs up in here Throw ya fingas up like you gon' snipe slugs in the air HATAS- might have a slight grudge when I'm there See the froze on my wrist, like bugs in my ear Ladies pass through, I might rub on her rear Pop Cris' in her face, make her wipe suds from her hair Even dykes tug on my gear The way I like strud up in here Look at the nice smuds that I wear Drinks be flingin, minks be swingin The way the pinky-ringin, link be blingin, you think we slingin? I wanna see the roof of your coupe, sittin behind ya 18 inches and up, no sittin on minors After tha club hittin a diner, spittin the lines And end up in a hotel, gettin vagina [Chorus] Ladies- Rub ya tits if ya gettin right (Hey) Niggas- Grab ya dicks if ya gettin right (Ho) Don't be thinkin bout that nigga that you wit tonite Don't be thinkin bout that chick that you wit tonite Ladies- Rub ya tits if ya gettin right (Hey) Niggas- Grab ya dicks if ya gettin right (Ho) If gettin right is the only thing you wit tonite Ladies (Hey) Niggas (Ho) [Verse 2] Ma, it's hard to stop and not admit it You like the way the drop I got is kitted Cops can't spot who is it You wanna stop and jot ya digits Must be how I hop on yatchs and visit, tropic spots I did it The top the watch is glitted Make niggas wanna bop they knots, stop and plot to get it Like I won't pop a shot in fitteds I got the type of machine guns that cops and swats be hitted I wanna drop but not to hit it, stop we not committed Think we hittin shoppin spots, forget it Move ya neck, rock from side to side Neva get checked, me and my glock side and side This in ya deck let it knock inside ya ride We in the 'jects of the blocks in the widest five Spendin a grands nutin for 'lous (lis) You aint got on a badge playa, so why you handcuffin the chicks? [Chorus] [Verse 3] Yall hardly see I be 'round But when I do, I be, I be down in a VIP lounge I get in the club, I dont need ID now Bulky nig, can't even see my 3-pound Yall know how that kid from B-Stuy be down Yall see my C-pound, yall see yall be drowned Skee-o, gotta, re-ply she down, which sheet I meet down I know she gettin right- HEY Ladies tug me when I strut So this thug be in the cut, takin thug b's to the gut Rays beamin, yall think I be day-dreamin But I stay schemin like, 'Shortie could get it' Next screenin, they see all this ice and grey gleamin They like 'Damn, Shortie could get it' And I may be crazy But I see some ladies tonite that should be drinkin my baby's baby [Chorus] |
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from Jennifer Lopez - Rebirth (2005)
You lookin' just a little too hard at me
Standin' just a little too close to me You sayin' not quite enough to me You sippin' just a little too slow for me No doubt you're playin' real cool homey Got me thinkin' what is it you do for me Trippin' (trippin') a little more than I should be So let yourself go and get right with me! I'm about to sign you up We can get right before the night is up We can get right, get right We can get right, get right We can get right I'm about to fill your cup We can get right before the night is up We can get right, get right, tonight We can get right Your lips talkin' about I play too much Can't a woman take advantage of what she wants? My hips movin' oh so slow (so slow) Bar tab lookin' like a car note (car note) All I need is you here right by my side Take whatever you want baby let's ride And whatever you want you let me decide Just put your name on the dotted line I'm about to sign you up We can get right before the night is up We can get right, get right We can get right, get right We can get right I'm about to fill your cup We can get right before the night is up We can get right, get right, tonight We can get right So much we got to say, but so little time And if tonight ain't long enough, don't leave love behind Baby take my hand I'll show you why I'm about to sign you up We can get right before the night is up We can get right, get right We can get right, get right We can get right I'm about to fill your cup We can get right before the night is up We can get right, get right, tonight We can get right I'm about to sign you up We can get right before the night is up We can get right, get right We can get right, get right We can get right I'm about to fill your cup We can get right before the night is up We can get right, get right, tonight We can get right I'm about to sign you up We can get right before the night is up We can get right, get right We can get right, get right We can get right I'm about to fill your cup We can get right before the night is up We can get right, get right |
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from Jennifer Lopez - Rebirth (2005)
You lookin' just a little too hard at me
Standin' just a little too close to me You sayin' not quite enough to me You sippin' just a little too slow for me No doubt you're playin' real cool homey Got me thinkin' what is it you do for me Trippin' (trippin') a little more than I should be So let yourself go and get right with me! I'm about to sign you up We can get right before the night is up We can get right, get right We can get right, get right We can get right I'm about to fill your cup We can get right before the night is up We can get right, get right, tonight We can get right Your lips talkin' about I play too much Can't a woman take advantage of what she wants? My hips movin' oh so slow (so slow) Bar tab lookin' like a car note (car note) All I need is you here right by my side Take whatever you want baby let's ride And whatever you want you let me decide Just put your name on the dotted line I'm about to sign you up We can get right before the night is up We can get right, get right We can get right, get right We can get right I'm about to fill your cup We can get right before the night is up We can get right, get right, tonight We can get right So much we got to say, but so little time And if tonight ain't long enough, don't leave love behind Baby take my hand I'll show you why I'm about to sign you up We can get right before the night is up We can get right, get right We can get right, get right We can get right I'm about to fill your cup We can get right before the night is up We can get right, get right, tonight We can get right I'm about to sign you up We can get right before the night is up We can get right, get right We can get right, get right We can get right I'm about to fill your cup We can get right before the night is up We can get right, get right, tonight We can get right I'm about to sign you up We can get right before the night is up We can get right, get right We can get right, get right We can get right I'm about to fill your cup We can get right before the night is up We can get right, get right |
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from Jennifer Lopez - Brave (2007)
You lookin' just a little too hard at me
Standin' just a little too close to me You sayin' not quite enough to me You sippin' just a little too slow for me No doubt you're playin' real cool homey Got me thinkin' what is it you do for me Trippin' (trippin') a little more than I should be So let yourself go and get right with me! I'm about to sign you up We can get right before the night is up We can get right, get right We can get right, get right We can get right I'm about to fill your cup We can get right before the night is up We can get right, get right, tonight We can get right Your lips talkin' about I play too much Can't a woman take advantage of what she wants? My hips movin' oh so slow (so slow) Bar tab lookin' like a car note (car note) All I need is you here right by my side Take whatever you want baby let's ride And whatever you want you let me decide Just put your name on the dotted line I'm about to sign you up We can get right before the night is up We can get right, get right We can get right, get right We can get right I'm about to fill your cup We can get right before the night is up We can get right, get right, tonight We can get right So much we got to say, but so little time And if tonight ain't long enough, don't leave love behind Baby take my hand I'll show you why I'm about to sign you up We can get right before the night is up We can get right, get right We can get right, get right We can get right I'm about to fill your cup We can get right before the night is up We can get right, get right, tonight We can get right I'm about to sign you up We can get right before the night is up We can get right, get right We can get right, get right We can get right I'm about to fill your cup We can get right before the night is up We can get right, get right, tonight We can get right I'm about to sign you up We can get right before the night is up We can get right, get right We can get right, get right We can get right I'm about to fill your cup We can get right before the night is up We can get right, get right |
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from Fabolous - Ghetto Fabolous (2001)
Verse 1]
I like'em brown, yellow, Peurto Rican or Asian Who have the weekend occaison Sneak in the Days Inn I'm never tweakin' of haze an frequently blazin' Now if they ain't on ya face it ain't the cheeks that i stay in Cant deny it, Used to take weeks and persuasion Now I just be lookin' down at these freaks in amazement With a girl, The first thing I peep a notice Is how full her lips is and deep her throat is So you ain't gotta be perfect I'll buy you whatever you want, But your heads gotta be worth it Still what I mean is Your brains gotta send chills through my penis 'Til I feel like a geinus Look at it from a playa's postition I got a scholarship, I get smart without payin' tuition My classes be like two three hours That's why I'm the smartest young guy since Doogie Howser [Chorus] Still what I mean is I really just wanna get smart until I feel like a genius And all that I ask is That you help me get good grades in all of my classes Still what I mean is I really just wanna get smart until I feel like a genius And all that I ask is That you help me get good grades, Ma in all of my classes [Verse 2] These bitches they done got real bad Cause now I pull out, leavin 'em lookin like model for a "Got milk?" ad I'm a teachers pet And even if you good at math ma you'll have trouble countin' each bauggette All it takes wit hood tutors is some good buddha And promise to buy them some of them Razor foot scooters They don't care where the cops is Outta the blue they stop biz Teacher started givin' me a pop quiz I stay 10 minutes in night clubs Pocket full of green, Duke on it invented the night bulb I might pass on a female, And call up a subsitute just for night class in the CL Ya man don't know why his chicks knees be scared Can't tell her from givin' my dick CPR If ya lift up and say ya jaws hurtin', before squrtin It's for certain You are the weakest link, Goodbye [Chorus] [Verse 3] You know my girls in North and South Caddy They all for mouth waxin' And the whores in Texas, Oral sexes I head to Cali, Take more blows to the head than Ali And the Philly momies suck the kid outta Willie Bonnie And the way females so Southern Hospitality in ATL Dont even know them hoes In South Beach, They let me jimmy dip in they mouthpiece Forget about Vegas, The head is outrageous The broads in Seattle will make ya knees rattle Fa shizzle da snizzle get smizzle down in VA Them hoes in Detroit will suck the Breevort My dick don't get to die down when I'm in Chi-Town My bitches in B-More, Blow til they knees sore Good damn, there face I, ain't screwed down in St. Lou New York, It ain't got no pipe instructions They just suck outta you like liposuction [Chorus |
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from Fabolous - Ghetto Fabolous (2001)
Verse 1]
I like'em brown, yellow, Peurto Rican or Asian Who have the weekend occaison Sneak in the Days Inn I'm never tweakin' of haze an frequently blazin' Now if they ain't on ya face it ain't the cheeks that i stay in Cant deny it, Used to take weeks and persuasion Now I just be lookin' down at these freaks in amazement With a girl, The first thing I peep a notice Is how full her lips is and deep her throat is So you ain't gotta be perfect I'll buy you whatever you want, But your heads gotta be worth it Still what I mean is Your brains gotta send chills through my penis 'Til I feel like a geinus Look at it from a playa's postition I got a scholarship, I get smart without payin' tuition My classes be like two three hours That's why I'm the smartest young guy since Doogie Howser [Chorus] Still what I mean is I really just wanna get smart until I feel like a genius And all that I ask is That you help me get good grades in all of my classes Still what I mean is I really just wanna get smart until I feel like a genius And all that I ask is That you help me get good grades, Ma in all of my classes [Verse 2] These bitches they done got real bad Cause now I pull out, leavin 'em lookin like model for a "Got milk?" ad I'm a teachers pet And even if you good at math ma you'll have trouble countin' each bauggette All it takes wit hood tutors is some good buddha And promise to buy them some of them Razor foot scooters They don't care where the cops is Outta the blue they stop biz Teacher started givin' me a pop quiz I stay 10 minutes in night clubs Pocket full of green, Duke on it invented the night bulb I might pass on a female, And call up a subsitute just for night class in the CL Ya man don't know why his chicks knees be scared Can't tell her from givin' my dick CPR If ya lift up and say ya jaws hurtin', before squrtin It's for certain You are the weakest link, Goodbye [Chorus] [Verse 3] You know my girls in North and South Caddy They all for mouth waxin' And the whores in Texas, Oral sexes I head to Cali, Take more blows to the head than Ali And the Philly momies suck the kid outta Willie Bonnie And the way females so Southern Hospitality in ATL Dont even know them hoes In South Beach, They let me jimmy dip in they mouthpiece Forget about Vegas, The head is outrageous The broads in Seattle will make ya knees rattle Fa shizzle da snizzle get smizzle down in VA Them hoes in Detroit will suck the Breevort My dick don't get to die down when I'm in Chi-Town My bitches in B-More, Blow til they knees sore Good damn, there face I, ain't screwed down in St. Lou New York, It ain't got no pipe instructions They just suck outta you like liposuction [Chorus |
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from Fabolous - Real Talk (2004)
"Ghetto"
(feat. Thara) [Intro - Fabolous] From hood to hood they see what's hood And know who I be! uh! [Verse - Fabolous] I got the Yankee leaning, just sittin over to browse And the G4 is just getting over the clouds You can't tell me that I ain't what's up right now I got a bottle of Tequila upside down There's some chicks wit boyfriends that are up tight now Cause they know the big 'dog' had a 'pups' like wow I'm stuck in my city ways Heading over seas wit a zip of New York City's haze You rats can keep running through your city's maze Until you get sprayed with the pesticide I know you in that hole, you best to hide Like the rest who tried, who went and testified Of course your girl wanna slide over and be rubbed And don't mind taking rides over the G dubs I ride Rovers on Spre-dubs Please don't be another dude who died over a ski dub, chill [Chorus - Fabolous & (Thara)] From hood to hood they see what's hood and know who I be From block to block they see it, not can't know who I be From state to state they cannot hate, they know who I be From the east to west, through the midwest and downsouth it's Ghetto! (It's Ghetto-oh!) It's Ghetto! (It's Ghetto-oh!) It's Ghetto! (It's Ghetto-oh!) It's Ghetto! (It's Ghetto-ohh!) It's Ghetto! [Verse - Fabolous] I get it jumping like a lo lo '64 And bet they hop on it like a pogo stick pro I'm chilling wit these go go chicks though That do the kind of things that belong in a porno flick yo You know it's him and the gang Wit the bling worked on, that remind you of lemon meringue But remember the thangs, ain't too far And y'all wanna hear em go bang bang bang Like John Witherspoon, I'm watching em closely I know the snakes gon' slither soon The two toned Maybach's getting delivered soon The back feels like sitting in the living room I'm so hard bodied like the suit on Batman It's that man that back to back plat' scan I'm back for the third time, I make words rhyme for a living You probably heard I'm still ghetto, nigga! [Chorus] [Verse - Fabolous] They tried to put two 9's on me, just like Gretzky But my lawyer saw through it just like wet tees I smoke till my eyes look just like Jet Li's On islands where the water's blue just like Pepsi Yeah the trigger just might get squeezed And the slugs will skip over your waves, just like jet skis Hoes know Ghetto from New York, call em the Fresh Prince And throw rose petals when I walk They love how I came back hard like good blow And I'm still a heart throb to a hood ho That's what hood though, yes I would know That's cause I'm in the streets like man hole covers Rims look like blades when a fan blow brother I'm waiting on a storm to land, roast others The man no other, cause I been in it My time is money, y'all couldn't buy ten minutes I'm gone! catch up! [Chorus] [Scott Storch instrumental outro] |
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from Fabolous - Real Talk (2004)
[Hook:]
(Girls) Those that are bourgeois Those that are hoochie Those are usually in Gucci (Girls) Some of them no good Some of them so hood But they all pros at you know what (Girls) Local or overseas They all go crazy over me Don't matter what part of the world Girls want to be part of my world [Verse 1:] Look, I done had my share Bringin' round me, is a bad idea I take Big or small, short or tall Light or dark, I try them all Cuz i like From stupido groupie hoes To one of these r&b group skio's I need a slick mouth, thick south, brickhouse Or i may date, a-rate playmate Ten in the face, thin in the waist Tight in the thighs, light in the eyes Even those Who think they the shit I keep my Walkin' on pedicured paws Touchin' wit' manicured claws If you waxed down, and tanned up Then let me see ya hands up Now [Hook] [Verse 2:] I like my In four inch Christian Laboutins Lips made for kissin' and poutin' i like my Fat butt, flat gut, and that strut. to drive cat nuts I like my Gangsta pretty, stank saditty No change, only got frank and fitty's Them Natural born fraks, wit blonde streaks, Seven's on cheeks My nothin'less than a dime piece Pink face cartier time piece I like my Thug enough to cuss out cops Wit' tits that'll bust out tops I like my Classy and sassy, Still know how to be nasty Like my Wit' no laws, no flaws No bra's and no drwaws' Those yours [Hook] [Verse 3:] From the Asian to the Malaysian I even had the Bahian to the Caucasian I spend most the weekend Wit' pretty Puerto and Costa Rican Then again, I love Dominicians And might be stylin' wit' a Italian I be shakin for a Jamaican and Haitian And take by the million if they they Brazilian I'm sailin wit' a Australian Or trafficin' wit' the south African Panamian or Grenadian You know I cross the border for a Canadian I need a miss that's Swiss, a freak that's Greek Or distinguished English I fly in for a Hawaiian And if you dont know who i am [Hook] [Outro:] Yeah, this Trackmasters, Desrt Storm, Street family.... Fabolous And this is Tone the ref, let's go |
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from Fabolous - Real Talk (2004)
[Hook:]
(Girls) Those that are bourgeois Those that are hoochie Those are usually in Gucci (Girls) Some of them no good Some of them so hood But they all pros at you know what (Girls) Local or overseas They all go crazy over me Don't matter what part of the world Girls want to be part of my world [Verse 1:] Look, I done had my share Bringin' round me, is a bad idea I take Big or small, short or tall Light or dark, I try them all Cuz i like From stupido groupie hoes To one of these r&b group skio's I need a slick mouth, thick south, brickhouse Or i may date, a-rate playmate Ten in the face, thin in the waist Tight in the thighs, light in the eyes Even those Who think they the shit I keep my Walkin' on pedicured paws Touchin' wit' manicured claws If you waxed down, and tanned up Then let me see ya hands up Now [Hook] [Verse 2:] I like my In four inch Christian Laboutins Lips made for kissin' and poutin' i like my Fat butt, flat gut, and that strut. to drive cat nuts I like my Gangsta pretty, stank saditty No change, only got frank and fitty's Them Natural born fraks, wit blonde streaks, Seven's on cheeks My nothin'less than a dime piece Pink face cartier time piece I like my Thug enough to cuss out cops Wit' tits that'll bust out tops I like my Classy and sassy, Still know how to be nasty Like my Wit' no laws, no flaws No bra's and no drwaws' Those yours [Hook] [Verse 3:] From the Asian to the Malaysian I even had the Bahian to the Caucasian I spend most the weekend Wit' pretty Puerto and Costa Rican Then again, I love Dominicians And might be stylin' wit' a Italian I be shakin for a Jamaican and Haitian And take by the million if they they Brazilian I'm sailin wit' a Australian Or trafficin' wit' the south African Panamian or Grenadian You know I cross the border for a Canadian I need a miss that's Swiss, a freak that's Greek Or distinguished English I fly in for a Hawaiian And if you dont know who i am [Hook] [Outro:] Yeah, this Trackmasters, Desrt Storm, Street family.... Fabolous And this is Tone the ref, let's go |
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from Fabolous - Ghetto Fabolous (2001)
Yo, Fabolous strive for digits, even connive to get it Niggas can't tell me nothin' dun, the 5 is kitted for Dead Presidents any cat alive can get it I walk around covered in ice like I survived a blizzard got enough chips to bribe you wit' it pay off security at clubs, get my guns and knives admitted I'm the type that gets tried and aquitted if my vibes ain't wit' it I pull the Four-Five and spit it then niggas run to the precinct and describe who did it come home and find the necks on their wives are slitted I got niggas on my side comitted to leave you and the driver splitted with your brain spilled inside your fitted Fabolous, the only way to I.D. him is in a Five BM puffin' sticky green 'till my eyes be slim operate with more chips than IBM fuck with me and make the news at Five PM. Chorus - If ya'll see me gettin' locked it gotta be drugs if ya'll see chrome on the truck it gotta be dubs if I'm givin' somethin' to haters it gotta be slugs if it's one thing it's gotta be it's gotta be thug no info, I'm I'm leakin' it gotta be blood If my earlobes are hangin', it gotta be studs if the bitch on her knees, it gotta be love if it's one thing it's gotta be, it's gotta be thug. [Fabolous] Niggas don't wanna play around, they see how calm I do things swarm in a blue range, armed with two flames Flex play my joints, drop bombs like Hussien catch a cataracts, glance at the charm and new chain I got coke in every part of Brooknam that you name niggas want it, when you wave firearms their views change end up havin' to move they Moms to Ukraine get ADT alarms and new names come in the club, under each arm is two dames buyin' bottles of Dom with my loose change niggas hate me now 'cause I catch the eyes of dimes flooded the hood with Tre's the size of dimes ride through the hood with chrome pokin' off the wheels I'm in the game tryin' to get broken off with Mils shove the gun in your mouth, have you chokin' off the steel niggas love the band, but the chicks open off the grill. Chorus - [Fabolous] I'm ready to address the haters and underestimaters hop in the truck, ride up on ya'll like escalators hit ya chest up, leave you hooked to respirators bed ridden talkin' to investigators now these ladies will do anything just to date us 'cause we skate around on ice like escapaders dressed in Gators, in peace I'm restin' haters when police come for me, fly West to Vegas ridin' or dyin', niggas know I'm ridin' with iron smoke compartment in the dash that I'm hidin' the lye in my pockets is fat, ya'll accounts is on slim fast I'm Twenty, with Twenty's on a M-Class just gimmie head it won't sweat your hairdo out we ain't tryin' to hear you out we tryin' to air you out make ya'll run to the stores and clear Clue out 'bout to put cameras in the truck, take the rearviews out What nigga.... Chorus |
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from Fabolous - Ghetto Fabolous (2001)
Yo, Fabolous strive for digits, even connive to get it Niggas can't tell me nothin' dun, the 5 is kitted for Dead Presidents any cat alive can get it I walk around covered in ice like I survived a blizzard got enough chips to bribe you wit' it pay off security at clubs, get my guns and knives admitted I'm the type that gets tried and aquitted if my vibes ain't wit' it I pull the Four-Five and spit it then niggas run to the precinct and describe who did it come home and find the necks on their wives are slitted I got niggas on my side comitted to leave you and the driver splitted with your brain spilled inside your fitted Fabolous, the only way to I.D. him is in a Five BM puffin' sticky green 'till my eyes be slim operate with more chips than IBM fuck with me and make the news at Five PM. Chorus - If ya'll see me gettin' locked it gotta be drugs if ya'll see chrome on the truck it gotta be dubs if I'm givin' somethin' to haters it gotta be slugs if it's one thing it's gotta be it's gotta be thug no info, I'm I'm leakin' it gotta be blood If my earlobes are hangin', it gotta be studs if the bitch on her knees, it gotta be love if it's one thing it's gotta be, it's gotta be thug. [Fabolous] Niggas don't wanna play around, they see how calm I do things swarm in a blue range, armed with two flames Flex play my joints, drop bombs like Hussien catch a cataracts, glance at the charm and new chain I got coke in every part of Brooknam that you name niggas want it, when you wave firearms their views change end up havin' to move they Moms to Ukraine get ADT alarms and new names come in the club, under each arm is two dames buyin' bottles of Dom with my loose change niggas hate me now 'cause I catch the eyes of dimes flooded the hood with Tre's the size of dimes ride through the hood with chrome pokin' off the wheels I'm in the game tryin' to get broken off with Mils shove the gun in your mouth, have you chokin' off the steel niggas love the band, but the chicks open off the grill. Chorus - [Fabolous] I'm ready to address the haters and underestimaters hop in the truck, ride up on ya'll like escalators hit ya chest up, leave you hooked to respirators bed ridden talkin' to investigators now these ladies will do anything just to date us 'cause we skate around on ice like escapaders dressed in Gators, in peace I'm restin' haters when police come for me, fly West to Vegas ridin' or dyin', niggas know I'm ridin' with iron smoke compartment in the dash that I'm hidin' the lye in my pockets is fat, ya'll accounts is on slim fast I'm Twenty, with Twenty's on a M-Class just gimmie head it won't sweat your hairdo out we ain't tryin' to hear you out we tryin' to air you out make ya'll run to the stores and clear Clue out 'bout to put cameras in the truck, take the rearviews out What nigga.... Chorus |
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from Dj Envy - The Desert Storm Mixtape Dj Envy Blok Party Vol.1 (2003)
[Fabolous] Yeah, uh huh, uh, uh Ghetto! Oh yeah Please believe it, believe it please Uh, Desert Storm, okay, that's right, uh Street Family, yeah They call me G-H-E-T-T-O [DJ Envy - overlapping Fabolous intro] New Fabolous, Paul Cain, Joe Buddens This shit's called Grand Theft Audio C'mon maan! [Fabolous] The kid's usually armed Especially since I put canary jewels in the charm and a mule on my arm (Yeah!) And find who you fools wanna harm Make sure ya kids wear a vest underneath they school uniform (C'mon) The pound slugs look like combos A couple in the face will make celebrities look like John Doe's (Who dat?) I'll show ya'll what the X7 look like almost (Yeah) Private jet interiors that look like condos Ya security look like Arnold But he never had so many stitches in his head, they look like cornrows (Uh ugh) Two long Desert Eag's, four on the chest It feel like you got no shirt in the Tuscon desert heat Crib got large screen cinema, garage look similar To looking in a Dupont registry I'm assuming you cats spread rumors like that 'Cause you never seen ya moms speak wit a aluminum bat Ghetto [Joe Budden] OK thugs, call the troops, tell them load they slugs (Buddens) In the closet is the long nose and O.J. gloves I don't care what type burner ya using Gangsta it out, let's put the heat down, do some furniture moving Look, tried and acquitted Rap suckers, all ya lives I lived it, remember I'm the guy that did it Who drives the 6's? Dogs, you can't ball out No matter how much you customize ya Civics Block work, glock work, give him CPR (For what?) For trying to play his A-dat in a VCR Keep on following Scarface, I'm plotting a car chase Stop! It's Jumpoff wit Desperado's guitar case I ain't gotta call on hounds (Why?) When ya guns is like the last Lennox Lewis fight, short on rounds I'm used to dra-ma, ride wit the tool and hammer All you young rap dudes is bammers [Paul Cain] Don't let me out of my cage, the world ain't ready for Cain The black talons and the calico confetti ya brain I rock Lacosta, the kid wit the roaster is back No top, sitting on 20's opposed to them black Hang rappers from helicopters, Sosa of rap I don't talk, I pull toasters, approach ya, and clap I still hustle coca and crack Just got in the game and already platinum posters and plaques I don't write, I speak what I feel And pop off po's dog, I don't need a reason to kill I'm like 2 weeks from a deal, like 2 g's from a mil Right hand, few feet from the steel They wonder how I flow so strong 'Cause I live what I spit, my smallest hammer is a 44 long I spit pain rap, when Cain clap, duck for cover Hot hanger, torch ya girl, and pluck ya mother Always ready to clash wit titans And the princesses in my watch look like a flash of lightning Same box I got for the gun you stash ya ice in Make niggas sell they soul and cash they life in Motherfucker! [DJ Envy] People's choice Don't forget Desert Storm My man Kah, Paul Cain, Fabolous, Joe Buddens Fat shout Varcity clothing line My man James A.D Desert Storm mixtape Volume 1 Blok Party You know! |
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from Fabolous - Real Talk (2004)
"Holla At Somebody Real"
(feat. Lil Mo) You are now tuned in to W.F.A.B radio [Fabolous] Yo...Baby Girl where you at ? [Lil Mo] Right here...Right here...right here baby Here's another one [Fabolous] You need to holla at somebody real such as myself Wont nobody do as much as myself And its so real ill hop out and get the dutches myself For a pretty girl as such as yaself Cuz ima busy man I dont see too much for myself And sometimes it be hard to get in touch with myself But I... make the time when I have to Learn to take my time and be careful when dealing wit women Theres some who be willing and skimming And dive in to relationships cuz I got a million to swim in They'll throw it to you faster than schilling and clemens But feelings aint the only thing that you can catch now Some throw lawyers that you hoping they fetch thous Others pass diseases that you can catch now But in my minutes so lone I think about this crazy world And.. i dont wanna live in it alone Come on [Chorus - Lil Mo] Ill give you all my love And you can always trust My loyalty, honesty, and security (and ill never) Ill never leave (no..no..no) Can none of these other chicks fuck wit me So holla at somebody real (cuz i) Cuz im so real [Fabolous] (real love) Im searching for a real love like j blige in 92 (awwwwwwh) but I pray I will find you And say whether the storm will leave the gray skies behind you The fake may try to blind you Thats why I stay fly like I do And no I can trust everybody that I say hi and bye to First I need a girl that may die as my boo Then I may try the I do's But..I refuse to be trick Or used by a chick Who gets amusement of kicks Out of abusing my dick When its real im all in it But I dont want the scars of love that you get when you fall in it (noooo) before it didn't matter who Now I look for some with a little attitude I could chitter chatter to.. good looking But witty and compatible Long hair wit a fatty too And that'll do [chorus] [Lil Mo] No im not trying to pressure you But my loves to incredible For to waste In front of your face Then I give you something you can feel To let you know your hollering at somebody real [Fabolous] I need to holla at somebody real could that be you The feelings that I feel could that be true Most cats lay where the hood rats be boo But Im the kinda cat that strays away Thats til somebody real sways my way Then I might spend soem days aways On a asia bay Eating food made the cajun way And sippin a lil saki Blowin a lil brocoli But this world is full of fluzi's And bullshit usually I pull im choosy And on this joint and at this point I know I need to holla at somebody real For real [Chorus (2x)] |
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from Fabolous - Real Talk (2004)
"Holla At Somebody Real"
(feat. Lil Mo) You are now tuned in to W.F.A.B radio [Fabolous] Yo...Baby Girl where you at ? [Lil Mo] Right here...Right here...right here baby Here's another one [Fabolous] You need to holla at somebody real such as myself Wont nobody do as much as myself And its so real ill hop out and get the dutches myself For a pretty girl as such as yaself Cuz ima busy man I dont see too much for myself And sometimes it be hard to get in touch with myself But I... make the time when I have to Learn to take my time and be careful when dealing wit women Theres some who be willing and skimming And dive in to relationships cuz I got a million to swim in They'll throw it to you faster than schilling and clemens But feelings aint the only thing that you can catch now Some throw lawyers that you hoping they fetch thous Others pass diseases that you can catch now But in my minutes so lone I think about this crazy world And.. i dont wanna live in it alone Come on [Chorus - Lil Mo] Ill give you all my love And you can always trust My loyalty, honesty, and security (and ill never) Ill never leave (no..no..no) Can none of these other chicks fuck wit me So holla at somebody real (cuz i) Cuz im so real [Fabolous] (real love) Im searching for a real love like j blige in 92 (awwwwwwh) but I pray I will find you And say whether the storm will leave the gray skies behind you The fake may try to blind you Thats why I stay fly like I do And no I can trust everybody that I say hi and bye to First I need a girl that may die as my boo Then I may try the I do's But..I refuse to be trick Or used by a chick Who gets amusement of kicks Out of abusing my dick When its real im all in it But I dont want the scars of love that you get when you fall in it (noooo) before it didn't matter who Now I look for some with a little attitude I could chitter chatter to.. good looking But witty and compatible Long hair wit a fatty too And that'll do [chorus] [Lil Mo] No im not trying to pressure you But my loves to incredible For to waste In front of your face Then I give you something you can feel To let you know your hollering at somebody real [Fabolous] I need to holla at somebody real could that be you The feelings that I feel could that be true Most cats lay where the hood rats be boo But Im the kinda cat that strays away Thats til somebody real sways my way Then I might spend soem days aways On a asia bay Eating food made the cajun way And sippin a lil saki Blowin a lil brocoli But this world is full of fluzi's And bullshit usually I pull im choosy And on this joint and at this point I know I need to holla at somebody real For real [Chorus (2x)] |
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from Fabolous - Loso`s Way (2009)
I mean, I don't even know where to start like.
It's like you find love, and you loose love, and then Met her up town on dykeman Aight then Light skinned Starring with a slight grin, I don't know, Might been Cause I'm in this white Benz Or the way the Ice in the Brietling flash brighter than a lightning But I knew from right then She was 'bout her money, and how she fit right in knowing how I might spend. To make a story short, other than a Tight End Had a Washington Heights friend Who bring that white in. Set up a meeting, Her dude caught a flight in Sat down at Sole, popped a bottle of white then Got straight to business like two corporate white men The food came, before I could take a bite in He said "You the type I usually don't invite in, But since we got a like friend I could get you like, 10" I told him I could move like 10 by nights end Put the white over the plate, like I'm throwing strikes in. 'El Duke' got a dude in the UK, Buy 5 bricks at a time, $22 K He send the Euro's I send the Puredo Now that's what I like to call a "Foreign Exchange" He smiled. Duke finished his glass of wine There's a van outside, pull your S-Class behind My man will pass a dime, at 15 a pop Tell shorty "Make the drop, Don't make no stops!" I gave him a hand shake some dollars for the tab Told shorty the location then I holla'd for a cab I hit mike told 'em "Send the wire to the buyers" Word got 'round like we were handin' out flyers! And them things went as quick as they came I'm back being a hustler, this chick is to blame And them things went as quick as they came I'm back being a hustler, this chick is to blame Twelve months in, turned a Benz to a Lambo Everywhere the fam go, korks fly, Champ Flow I gotta celebrate, that's the way I am yo In the past week I watched fifty thousand grams go Pocket full of money, Army full of Rambo's Trunk full of bricks, Hand guns full Ammo Even got detectives if somethin' goes wrong The money's so strong they see it from my perspective But with my shorty, A nigga's so protective- And should be, she's the one who knows where the connect lives. She don't talk much, real calm and collective Seen something in me 'cause shorty's really selective. I tell'er fall back, shorty stilla drive Said the rush of the risk just makes her feel alive I listen to her fuss, saying "that I must, let her do it Cause they're aint too many niggas that I trust" So now time is flyin', I been kinda eyeing A ring for my queen who got me diamond buying I'm in the G-T headed up to C-T, Lookin' for a stone to light her finger like E-T I got there, and got a call from a D-T (detective) Sounded nervous saying "we need to talk now" I told em chill out, I ain't in new york now Any problems I got, get traced in chalk now! But when I get back, we can sit and chit chat Better not be no bull shit, I ain't even wit that Back to what a nigga came out here for This 5ct. Diamond without near flaw's Head back to the city, call up the committee Get ready for tomorrow, they're comin' in with fifty I almost forgot, I gotta see a cop I figured it was a drop who must ain't get his gwop He told me meet him by the bridge, I get there in a hurry Got me worried and it's probably just a minor mix up He said: "Nah Los, FED's dun snatched ya chick up Caught her at a pick up, scoopin' those bricks up! She gon' cooperate, and ya fixed up. She's probably at the headquarters now hangin' flix up" I asked him "Was he sure" Shorty's "Mi Amore" This happened to me before, with my man Diadore Over a Ki(lo) of raw My nigga got killed, caps got peeled and I still got guilt. He assured me, I was hot- she had put 'em on me Swore to Jesus' Tears that he was here to warn me. Normally, I would have just ended her life- But this was the girl I intended to wife So I went home to shorty, had trouble sleepin' Shorty's kinda peepin my sudden discomfort She woke up mad early, so I got up with her She wanted to go alone, but a nigga insisted Like "Baby it's been a while" and truthfully I missed it We rode out, but she don't know that I done made a plan Once she hits the spot, one shot, see you later man I watched her in the building, Knowing it's the last time-seein' her ass climb in and out of the car Yo I even thought about gettin' out of the car But sat back lookin' at the ring about to be y'all's I let one tear fall at an unfair call Ya whole life can change in just one year y'all Caught in a thought, then I heard a Hi love, bye love, I will miss my love. It's so crazy how it happened like It's just Crazy It's just crazy you know? Just the way it happened it's just One thing Ain't no love in this shit, Ain't no love in this game, There's no love lost |
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from Fabolous 4집 - From Nothin' To Somethin' (2007)
[ad libs for the first 22 seconds]
[Chorus: Red Cafe] Excuse me! I happen to be the boss man Excuse me! I happen to be the weatherman Excuse me! I happen to be the ice man Excuse me! I happen to be the dopeman And I'm the man - yes, shorty I'm the man I'm the man - yes, shorty I'm the man And I'm the man - yes, shorty I'm the man I'm the man - yes, shorty I'm the man [Fabolous - over second half of Chorus] That's me The motherf**kin man, 'Lo-so Due to the present in your past In present where your man bitch? [Fabolous] Yes, I'm the man, yes shorty I'm the man I'm so fly there's no tellin when I'ma land You tryin to come up on somethin mami I'm the player So play the cards you was dealt baby I'm the hand Young Denzel, I'm the inside man They open they legs to let me inside man I work the middle, call it an inside job The hey mon, I got ten side jobs The boss man, the ice man and weatherman The weed man for Redman and Method Man The dope man, the gun man, the mailman The spokesman, the cheer man, the salesman Used to spread the white shit like hail man And I moved more bags than the bellman Now I'm the man of the da-da-da-da-damn If you ain't get the message let me tell you who I am (BITCH~!) [Chorus] [Fabolous] Yeah... I'm the man - yes, shorty I'm the man Lookin for some good shit, then I'm your man Just say my name three times like Candyman I pop up, fix it up like a handyman You know how the man do, Coupe is all mad new Ginoblis, but the truck is on Kobes Through the bulletproof when you're in the Sport man The slugs come through your window like grown man Aww man~! There go your man again I fifth him up, stiff him up like a mannequin I ain't trippin but dude think he the Man of Steel He slippin up and he don't even see banana peels And one night I made plans to do him The bitch is so easy a caveman could do it She know I'm the man of the da-da-da-da-damn But F-Y-I, let me tell you who I am (BITCH~!) [Chorus] |
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from Fabolous - Ghetto Fabolous (2001)
[Featuring Fabolous Sport]
(Fabolous) (F A B O) (L O U S) (Dj Clue) New hit Fabulous straight from Desert Storm Whaaaaaat! I don't understand how niggas insist to knows bout How we spend car money to glist our rolls out Play bars and buy the cris and moes out Flash benjies just to twist the hoes out Fabolous the one from the menatti mix Known to have more kicks than karate flicks Slim nigga in a big body six Wit enough dough and pull to Gotti fixed If I wasn't rappin I'd have a ??? Down south in a town you never heard before Dealin wit weight Columbians would murder for ??? cats I keep burnin for furthermore I'm the nigga every freak press be in a sleek S That's gon need week rest after greekfest Jump in private jets just to sneak west Bet these calico shots rip through ya weak flesh (chorus) Niggas want it Now they get it Bitches on it Now they wit it flooded up and custom fitted Tinted up and BB kinted Y'all gon wonder how we did it Y'all gon wonder how we get it Y'all gon wonder how we did it Y'all gon wonder how we get it Now sports the kind of nigga you could spot everyday Sip lots of cherry 'Ze in a hot chevy 'Le I know's a few niggas that plot to bury J Wanna scar my face put a shot in my derrier What you gon do when we send shots from every way We got perion while y'all got perrier I strut past in diamonds that could cut glass Wit dime bitches that'll make a nigga nut fast Now I gotta fiend bout to throw some chrome on a quarter Cop a crown and put stones on a border Smoke the trees now that's grown underwater Still keep 9's that'll put ya bones out of order Got the condo cats will leave ya dead for Chicks givin sarges and crucial head for That make local cops go to feds for Anything you want nigga now I got the bread for (chorus) (Dj Clue) My nigga lil' Rob I see ya! Carlyle My nigga model boy Slade My nigga Miller Jason Jungle Clue! (Fabolous) New York is getting money Va is getting money LA is getting money Fabolous is getting money (Fabolous) Fabolous so cool I could play Texas In Avirex's light gray lexus Rockin white diamonds wit a gray necklace Fuck and bounce don't even stay for breakfast We doin shit that'll make maid neck twist Wit a fancy chick we pay to pet kiss Fuck studs I'm bout to throw bagettes in my ear And be getting head from brunettes in a lear If you ain't talkin money I don't wanna chit chat Throwin partys in Jamaica when I hit plat Receivin chips thugs catch cases for Make bitches beat me til my waist is sore Sport come through nigga like checks on the first Doin the bump drivin a lex in reverse Now we don't pop it unless it's a hundred a wop And I'ma keep hittin y'all like an abusive pops (chorus) (Dj Clue) DJ Clue, Fabolous Fresh out York Star Concords Bronx entertainment D-O-S A-T-L Y'all gon wonder how we did it Y'all gon wonder how we get it Y'all gon wonder how we did it Y'all gon wonder how we get it F-A-B-O-L-O-U-S F-A-B-O-L-O-U-S (Dj Clue) My Nigga Lou, Willies You know how we do it That platinum shit Word up! |
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from Fabolous - Ghetto Fabolous (2001)
[Featuring Fabolous Sport]
(Fabolous) (F A B O) (L O U S) (Dj Clue) New hit Fabulous straight from Desert Storm Whaaaaaat! I don't understand how niggas insist to knows bout How we spend car money to glist our rolls out Play bars and buy the cris and moes out Flash benjies just to twist the hoes out Fabolous the one from the menatti mix Known to have more kicks than karate flicks Slim nigga in a big body six Wit enough dough and pull to Gotti fixed If I wasn't rappin I'd have a ??? Down south in a town you never heard before Dealin wit weight Columbians would murder for ??? cats I keep burnin for furthermore I'm the nigga every freak press be in a sleek S That's gon need week rest after greekfest Jump in private jets just to sneak west Bet these calico shots rip through ya weak flesh (chorus) Niggas want it Now they get it Bitches on it Now they wit it flooded up and custom fitted Tinted up and BB kinted Y'all gon wonder how we did it Y'all gon wonder how we get it Y'all gon wonder how we did it Y'all gon wonder how we get it Now sports the kind of nigga you could spot everyday Sip lots of cherry 'Ze in a hot chevy 'Le I know's a few niggas that plot to bury J Wanna scar my face put a shot in my derrier What you gon do when we send shots from every way We got perion while y'all got perrier I strut past in diamonds that could cut glass Wit dime bitches that'll make a nigga nut fast Now I gotta fiend bout to throw some chrome on a quarter Cop a crown and put stones on a border Smoke the trees now that's grown underwater Still keep 9's that'll put ya bones out of order Got the condo cats will leave ya dead for Chicks givin sarges and crucial head for That make local cops go to feds for Anything you want nigga now I got the bread for (chorus) (Dj Clue) My nigga lil' Rob I see ya! Carlyle My nigga model boy Slade My nigga Miller Jason Jungle Clue! (Fabolous) New York is getting money Va is getting money LA is getting money Fabolous is getting money (Fabolous) Fabolous so cool I could play Texas In Avirex's light gray lexus Rockin white diamonds wit a gray necklace Fuck and bounce don't even stay for breakfast We doin shit that'll make maid neck twist Wit a fancy chick we pay to pet kiss Fuck studs I'm bout to throw bagettes in my ear And be getting head from brunettes in a lear If you ain't talkin money I don't wanna chit chat Throwin partys in Jamaica when I hit plat Receivin chips thugs catch cases for Make bitches beat me til my waist is sore Sport come through nigga like checks on the first Doin the bump drivin a lex in reverse Now we don't pop it unless it's a hundred a wop And I'ma keep hittin y'all like an abusive pops (chorus) (Dj Clue) DJ Clue, Fabolous Fresh out York Star Concords Bronx entertainment D-O-S A-T-L Y'all gon wonder how we did it Y'all gon wonder how we get it Y'all gon wonder how we did it Y'all gon wonder how we get it F-A-B-O-L-O-U-S F-A-B-O-L-O-U-S (Dj Clue) My Nigga Lou, Willies You know how we do it That platinum shit Word up! |
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from Fabolous - Loso`s Way (2009)
The block got my back and my boys do too
And my baby momma tripping saying she need more loot Every block, every hood, every ghetto got beef Gotta heater on my lap and another in the back Shit, how'm I supposed to cope with all this stress on me? Everybody and their momma call the feds on me I don't knew it, I'mma do it, I'mma do it Look, I don't knew it, I'mma do it, I'mma do it I got money on my head but I'm riding in the drop Drop, drop, drop, yeah Feeling just like JFK In the city that little fly like JFK Sometimes La Guardia, I ain't gonna lie to ya If looks can kill then my style might bother ya That's why I'm with Nadia, I call my gun Nadia When she say hi to ya, ba-ba-bye to ya Make it sound like Saudia Arabia, maybe ya haters ya Watch what he say to her, ya think I can hold my head high or die or I can live and duck My attitude is celibate, I don't give a fuck The block got my back and my boys do too And my baby momma tripping saying she need more loot Every block, every hood, every ghetto got beef Gotta heater on my lap and another in the back Shit, how'm I supposed to cope with all this stress on me? Everybody and their momma call the feds on me I don't knew it, I'mma do it, I'mma do it Look, I don't knew it, I'mma do it, I'mma do it I got money on my head but I'm riding in the drop Drop, drop, drop, yeah And who are you to tell me how to conduct myself? Why don't you practice safe sex and go fuck yourself? The rumor is that I'm a hazard to a suckers health I coulda told you that, yeah, I coulda told you that Picture me now I'm fly, where is them exposures at? Right here on my lap, that's where my composure's at I'm back like a gun cocked, I'm so cool That if go to hell all I'll need is my sunblock Nigga, hold your head high and die or live and duck My attitude it celibate, I don't give a fuck The block got my back and my boys do too And my baby momma tripping saying she need more loot Every block, every hood, every ghetto got beef Gotta heater on my lap and another in the back Shit, how'm I supposed to cope with all this stress on me? Everybody and their momma call the feds on me I don't knew it, I'mma do it, I'mma do it Look, I don't knew it, I'mma do it, I'mma do it I got money in my head but I'm riding in the drop Drop, drop, drop I mean, let's be honest, ya never liked a nigga Trying to lesbian this so I kept the strap on Clap off, clap on, lights out like flights out You could be departed, never me who started I Lambo gallard it, I am vehically challenged That means the car is retarded But regardless I'm tin man, heartless No love hate, son, looking for love get a show on VH1 Nigga, hold your head high and die or live and duck My attitude is virgin, still don't give a fuck The block got my back and my boys do too And my baby momma tripping saying she need more loot Every block, every hood, every ghetto got beef Gotta heater on my lap and another in the back Shit, how'm I supposed to cope with all this stress on me? Everybody and their momma call the feds on me I don't knew it, I'mma do it, I'mma do it Look, I don't knew it, I'mma do it, I'mma do it I got money on my head but I'm riding in the drop Drop, drop, drop |
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from Fabolous - Real Talk (2004)
[Chorus]
When you grow up in my hood Help don't show up in my hood Gang signs go up in my hood, just cuz you in..my..hood Feel like I'm trapped in my hood Young kids get clapped in my hood That's why I'm strapped in my hood, just cuz you in..my..hood In..my..hood, in my hood, in my hood [Verse 1: Fabolous] I'm always close to.. Feeling like a corner stander, stoop sitter, or hallway post-er No matter where I go it's always 'posed to, feel just like I'm (in my hood) Cops drive in it every 5 minutes, look at your faces, pat your waists' Try to find the stash where the gats and base is, I can't say that they racist But I know.. it ain't the same in they town And as fucked up as it may sound (in my hood) It's 2 ways to make it happen off the streets Balling on the courts or rapping off the beats You hear the shells tappin' off the 'crete, when they clappin' off the heat Then the yellow tape's trappin off the street But that's the way we was raised Preying to God, hoping that he keep us out the way of them strays [Chorus] [Verse 2: Fabolous] They drink 'til the cups dry, eat 'til the plate's clean Niggaz be in state greens 'fore they turn 18 'Round here you never let the beef slide twice Everybody raised on 4 wings and beef fried rice Them mothers are getting younger today Got one by the hand, one in the stroller and one on the way We don't have role models But we got them handguns that hold hollows (in my hood) Ain't no diplomas or degrees But you can get high from the aroma of the trees (in my hood) I know it like navigation, and fuck having patience I'ma get mine, you better get yours, cuz everyday is a struggle And One-Time ride through everyday just to bug you That's how it is, cuz your rights be wrong And everybody got a white T on, when you're in..my..hood [Chorus] [Verse 3: Fab] We try to make the most of what we got You either been hit, or been close to gettin shot (in my hood) Any nigga that boast be getting got And dopeheads fiend to get a dose of what we got And young niggaz be like they slow But you give them a blunt..bet they roll the weed like a pro If you trick it's not a problem it gets you laid But if you stick without a condom, it gets you AIDS No Sesame Street, kids watch BET Look up to niggaz that don't got a GED I know a dude with the deadbeat tag Kids don't got diapers but he ridin' in the red G-Wag' In the hood, you and your beef is sure to bump heads And everybody grew up sleepin on bunk beds They telling me to vote..and I would If it made a change in my hood..mu'fucka. [Chorus] [Fab talks 'til the end] |
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from Fabolous - Real Talk (2004)
[Chorus]
When you grow up in my hood Help don't show up in my hood Gang signs go up in my hood, just cuz you in..my..hood Feel like I'm trapped in my hood Young kids get clapped in my hood That's why I'm strapped in my hood, just cuz you in..my..hood In..my..hood, in my hood, in my hood [Verse 1: Fabolous] I'm always close to.. Feeling like a corner stander, stoop sitter, or hallway post-er No matter where I go it's always 'posed to, feel just like I'm (in my hood) Cops drive in it every 5 minutes, look at your faces, pat your waists' Try to find the stash where the gats and base is, I can't say that they racist But I know.. it ain't the same in they town And as fucked up as it may sound (in my hood) It's 2 ways to make it happen off the streets Balling on the courts or rapping off the beats You hear the shells tappin' off the 'crete, when they clappin' off the heat Then the yellow tape's trappin off the street But that's the way we was raised Preying to God, hoping that he keep us out the way of them strays [Chorus] [Verse 2: Fabolous] They drink 'til the cups dry, eat 'til the plate's clean Niggaz be in state greens 'fore they turn 18 'Round here you never let the beef slide twice Everybody raised on 4 wings and beef fried rice Them mothers are getting younger today Got one by the hand, one in the stroller and one on the way We don't have role models But we got them handguns that hold hollows (in my hood) Ain't no diplomas or degrees But you can get high from the aroma of the trees (in my hood) I know it like navigation, and fuck having patience I'ma get mine, you better get yours, cuz everyday is a struggle And One-Time ride through everyday just to bug you That's how it is, cuz your rights be wrong And everybody got a white T on, when you're in..my..hood [Chorus] [Verse 3: Fab] We try to make the most of what we got You either been hit, or been close to gettin shot (in my hood) Any nigga that boast be getting got And dopeheads fiend to get a dose of what we got And young niggaz be like they slow But you give them a blunt..bet they roll the weed like a pro If you trick it's not a problem it gets you laid But if you stick without a condom, it gets you AIDS No Sesame Street, kids watch BET Look up to niggaz that don't got a GED I know a dude with the deadbeat tag Kids don't got diapers but he ridin' in the red G-Wag' In the hood, you and your beef is sure to bump heads And everybody grew up sleepin on bunk beds They telling me to vote..and I would If it made a change in my hood..mu'fucka. [Chorus] [Fab talks 'til the end] |
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from Fabolous - Street Dreams (2003)
[Intro: Tamia]
I think you're truely something special (Ooh) Just what my dreams are really made of (Dreams are really made of) Lets stay together you and me boy(Oh oh oh oh) There's no one like you around ohh baby [Fabolous] Baby girl (You know that I love you yea-yes ooo oo) Desertstorm (Ohh ohh yea) Uh uh yea yea oh um [Verse 1: Fabolous] I can't really explain it I'm so into you now I wanna be more than a friend to you now When they ask, I mention my babygirl in the interviews now And I don't bring the problems from the 90s into 2thou Theres no reason to have a friend or two now Cuz the kid's ready to tell you how he feel and a few vows Maybe, I speak in general now But girl, Imma do whateva jus to keep a grin on u now Where I go, they wear bikinis in the winter too now What you think about tan lines on the skin of you now? Why wouldn't I wanna spend a few thou On fifth ave shopping sprees and them dinners ta chow I aint concerned with other men will do now As long as when I slide up in you, you growl And any dude wit chu, He better be a kin of you now And I aint jealous, it's the principle now I'm so into you [Chorus: Tamia] I really like What you've done to me I can't really explain it I'm so into you I really like (I really like) What you've done to me (Done to me) I can't really explain it (Noo) I'm so into you (Hey) [Verse 2: Fabolous] Come on ma It's more than a flashin I woulda traded it all in orderly fashion My villa in Florida we crashin Jus off the shore, so you can hear when the water be splashin(Oh baby) The Drop top 3 in a quarter we dashin Flawless diamonds in the water we flashin The money we oughta be stashin I make sure ever quarter be cashed in I can't really explain it My friends be thinkin I'm slippin These girls be thinkin I'm trippin What kinda weed he be smokin What typa drinks you be sippin Sweet thing Jus to think of you dippin Would have me wit the blues so hard You would think I was cripin(ooo) Now, you relaxin in the Benz Credit cards wit no limits So you don't worry about maxin when you spends But since you been asking bout the friends How'd you like it if, both our names had Jackson on the end (Yea baby oh I) [Chorus: Tamia] I really like (I really like) What you've done to me (Done to me) I can't really explain it (I cant explain) I'm so into you (So into you) I really like (I really like) What you've done to me (Oooo yea) I can't really explain it I'm so into you [Verse 3:Fabolous] I don't wanna trip, but truth is Girl the way you cook a steak Remind me of them strips in Ruth Chris You love my smile, no matta how chipped my tooth is Wit chu it aint because my whips is ruthless I don't sit on chrome, dipped, or deuces And you aint flattered by Canary's and VS dip tay seuces Couple ballas look dumb when they press you Five and sixes, you don't let them kinda numbas impress you Even though I was some what successful Bein a player was becomin too stressful But ever since, this superwoman has come to my rescue My winter's been wonderful, my summer's been special That's why the Saint Bart by the villa been painted Just so we can really get acquainted The love is real, there's no way you can feel like it's tainted But I can't really explain it, uh yeah [Chorus: Tamia] (Oh I) I really like (What you've) What you've done to me (Oo I can't really explain it) I can't really explain it I'm so into you (I'm so into you) I really like What you've (You ooo ohh) done to me I can't really explain it (Can't explain it) I'm so into you [Outro: Tamia] I really like what I feel (Oooo ooo) When I'm with you (With you) You're a dream come true (You're oh yea yea) Don't you ever leave my side (Ever leave my side oh no no) Cuz it feels so right (Ooh baby ooh-oh I) [Chorus: Tamia] I really like What you've done to me (What you) (Ooh I can't) I can't really explain it (Explain it) (I'm) I'm (So) so (Into) into you (You baby) I really like what you've done to me (You've done to me yea) I can't really explain it (Look what you've done to me no) I'm so into you [Tamia] Oh I Really like Oh I can't No no no Into you I really like What you've done to me Really explain it |
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from Fabolous - Street Dreams (2003)
[Intro: Tamia]
I think you're truely something special (Ooh) Just what my dreams are really made of (Dreams are really made of) Lets stay together you and me boy(Oh oh oh oh) There's no one like you around ohh baby [Fabolous] Baby girl (You know that I love you yea-yes ooo oo) Desertstorm (Ohh ohh yea) Uh uh yea yea oh um [Verse 1: Fabolous] I can't really explain it I'm so into you now I wanna be more than a friend to you now When they ask, I mention my babygirl in the interviews now And I don't bring the problems from the 90s into 2thou Theres no reason to have a friend or two now Cuz the kid's ready to tell you how he feel and a few vows Maybe, I speak in general now But girl, Imma do whateva jus to keep a grin on u now Where I go, they wear bikinis in the winter too now What you think about tan lines on the skin of you now? Why wouldn't I wanna spend a few thou On fifth ave shopping sprees and them dinners ta chow I aint concerned with other men will do now As long as when I slide up in you, you growl And any dude wit chu, He better be a kin of you now And I aint jealous, it's the principle now I'm so into you [Chorus: Tamia] I really like What you've done to me I can't really explain it I'm so into you I really like (I really like) What you've done to me (Done to me) I can't really explain it (Noo) I'm so into you (Hey) [Verse 2: Fabolous] Come on ma It's more than a flashin I woulda traded it all in orderly fashion My villa in Florida we crashin Jus off the shore, so you can hear when the water be splashin(Oh baby) The Drop top 3 in a quarter we dashin Flawless diamonds in the water we flashin The money we oughta be stashin I make sure ever quarter be cashed in I can't really explain it My friends be thinkin I'm slippin These girls be thinkin I'm trippin What kinda weed he be smokin What typa drinks you be sippin Sweet thing Jus to think of you dippin Would have me wit the blues so hard You would think I was cripin(ooo) Now, you relaxin in the Benz Credit cards wit no limits So you don't worry about maxin when you spends But since you been asking bout the friends How'd you like it if, both our names had Jackson on the end (Yea baby oh I) [Chorus: Tamia] I really like (I really like) What you've done to me (Done to me) I can't really explain it (I cant explain) I'm so into you (So into you) I really like (I really like) What you've done to me (Oooo yea) I can't really explain it I'm so into you [Verse 3:Fabolous] I don't wanna trip, but truth is Girl the way you cook a steak Remind me of them strips in Ruth Chris You love my smile, no matta how chipped my tooth is Wit chu it aint because my whips is ruthless I don't sit on chrome, dipped, or deuces And you aint flattered by Canary's and VS dip tay seuces Couple ballas look dumb when they press you Five and sixes, you don't let them kinda numbas impress you Even though I was some what successful Bein a player was becomin too stressful But ever since, this superwoman has come to my rescue My winter's been wonderful, my summer's been special That's why the Saint Bart by the villa been painted Just so we can really get acquainted The love is real, there's no way you can feel like it's tainted But I can't really explain it, uh yeah [Chorus: Tamia] (Oh I) I really like (What you've) What you've done to me (Oo I can't really explain it) I can't really explain it I'm so into you (I'm so into you) I really like What you've (You ooo ohh) done to me I can't really explain it (Can't explain it) I'm so into you [Outro: Tamia] I really like what I feel (Oooo ooo) When I'm with you (With you) You're a dream come true (You're oh yea yea) Don't you ever leave my side (Ever leave my side oh no no) Cuz it feels so right (Ooh baby ooh-oh I) [Chorus: Tamia] I really like What you've done to me (What you) (Ooh I can't) I can't really explain it (Explain it) (I'm) I'm (So) so (Into) into you (You baby) I really like what you've done to me (You've done to me yea) I can't really explain it (Look what you've done to me no) I'm so into you [Tamia] Oh I Really like Oh I can't No no no Into you I really like What you've done to me Really explain it |
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from Fabolous - Street Dreams (2003)
[Intro: Tamia]
I think you're truely something special (Ooh) Just what my dreams are really made of (Dreams are really made of) Lets stay together you and me boy(Oh oh oh oh) There's no one like you around ohh baby [Fabolous] Baby girl (You know that I love you yea-yes ooo oo) Desertstorm (Ohh ohh yea) Uh uh yea yea oh um [Verse 1: Fabolous] I can't really explain it I'm so into you now I wanna be more than a friend to you now When they ask, I mention my babygirl in the interviews now And I don't bring the problems from the 90s into 2thou Theres no reason to have a friend or two now Cuz the kid's ready to tell you how he feel and a few vows Maybe, I speak in general now But girl, Imma do whateva jus to keep a grin on u now Where I go, they wear bikinis in the winter too now What you think about tan lines on the skin of you now? Why wouldn't I wanna spend a few thou On fifth ave shopping sprees and them dinners ta chow I aint concerned with other men will do now As long as when I slide up in you, you growl And any dude wit chu, He better be a kin of you now And I aint jealous, it's the principle now I'm so into you [Chorus: Tamia] I really like What you've done to me I can't really explain it I'm so into you I really like (I really like) What you've done to me (Done to me) I can't really explain it (Noo) I'm so into you (Hey) [Verse 2: Fabolous] Come on ma It's more than a flashin I woulda traded it all in orderly fashion My villa in Florida we crashin Jus off the shore, so you can hear when the water be splashin(Oh baby) The Drop top 3 in a quarter we dashin Flawless diamonds in the water we flashin The money we oughta be stashin I make sure ever quarter be cashed in I can't really explain it My friends be thinkin I'm slippin These girls be thinkin I'm trippin What kinda weed he be smokin What typa drinks you be sippin Sweet thing Jus to think of you dippin Would have me wit the blues so hard You would think I was cripin(ooo) Now, you relaxin in the Benz Credit cards wit no limits So you don't worry about maxin when you spends But since you been asking bout the friends How'd you like it if, both our names had Jackson on the end (Yea baby oh I) [Chorus: Tamia] I really like (I really like) What you've done to me (Done to me) I can't really explain it (I cant explain) I'm so into you (So into you) I really like (I really like) What you've done to me (Oooo yea) I can't really explain it I'm so into you [Verse 3:Fabolous] I don't wanna trip, but truth is Girl the way you cook a steak Remind me of them strips in Ruth Chris You love my smile, no matta how chipped my tooth is Wit chu it aint because my whips is ruthless I don't sit on chrome, dipped, or deuces And you aint flattered by Canary's and VS dip tay seuces Couple ballas look dumb when they press you Five and sixes, you don't let them kinda numbas impress you Even though I was some what successful Bein a player was becomin too stressful But ever since, this superwoman has come to my rescue My winter's been wonderful, my summer's been special That's why the Saint Bart by the villa been painted Just so we can really get acquainted The love is real, there's no way you can feel like it's tainted But I can't really explain it, uh yeah [Chorus: Tamia] (Oh I) I really like (What you've) What you've done to me (Oo I can't really explain it) I can't really explain it I'm so into you (I'm so into you) I really like What you've (You ooo ohh) done to me I can't really explain it (Can't explain it) I'm so into you [Outro: Tamia] I really like what I feel (Oooo ooo) When I'm with you (With you) You're a dream come true (You're oh yea yea) Don't you ever leave my side (Ever leave my side oh no no) Cuz it feels so right (Ooh baby ooh-oh I) [Chorus: Tamia] I really like What you've done to me (What you) (Ooh I can't) I can't really explain it (Explain it) (I'm) I'm (So) so (Into) into you (You baby) I really like what you've done to me (You've done to me yea) I can't really explain it (Look what you've done to me no) I'm so into you [Tamia] Oh I Really like Oh I can't No no no Into you I really like What you've done to me Really explain it |
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from Fabolous - Street Dreams (2003)
[Intro: Tamia]
I think you're truely something special (Ooh) Just what my dreams are really made of (Dreams are really made of) Lets stay together you and me boy(Oh oh oh oh) There's no one like you around ohh baby [Fabolous] Baby girl (You know that I love you yea-yes ooo oo) Desertstorm (Ohh ohh yea) Uh uh yea yea oh um [Verse 1: Fabolous] I can't really explain it I'm so into you now I wanna be more than a friend to you now When they ask, I mention my babygirl in the interviews now And I don't bring the problems from the 90s into 2thou Theres no reason to have a friend or two now Cuz the kid's ready to tell you how he feel and a few vows Maybe, I speak in general now But girl, Imma do whateva jus to keep a grin on u now Where I go, they wear bikinis in the winter too now What you think about tan lines on the skin of you now? Why wouldn't I wanna spend a few thou On fifth ave shopping sprees and them dinners ta chow I aint concerned with other men will do now As long as when I slide up in you, you growl And any dude wit chu, He better be a kin of you now And I aint jealous, it's the principle now I'm so into you [Chorus: Tamia] I really like What you've done to me I can't really explain it I'm so into you I really like (I really like) What you've done to me (Done to me) I can't really explain it (Noo) I'm so into you (Hey) [Verse 2: Fabolous] Come on ma It's more than a flashin I woulda traded it all in orderly fashion My villa in Florida we crashin Jus off the shore, so you can hear when the water be splashin(Oh baby) The Drop top 3 in a quarter we dashin Flawless diamonds in the water we flashin The money we oughta be stashin I make sure ever quarter be cashed in I can't really explain it My friends be thinkin I'm slippin These girls be thinkin I'm trippin What kinda weed he be smokin What typa drinks you be sippin Sweet thing Jus to think of you dippin Would have me wit the blues so hard You would think I was cripin(ooo) Now, you relaxin in the Benz Credit cards wit no limits So you don't worry about maxin when you spends But since you been asking bout the friends How'd you like it if, both our names had Jackson on the end (Yea baby oh I) [Chorus: Tamia] I really like (I really like) What you've done to me (Done to me) I can't really explain it (I cant explain) I'm so into you (So into you) I really like (I really like) What you've done to me (Oooo yea) I can't really explain it I'm so into you [Verse 3:Fabolous] I don't wanna trip, but truth is Girl the way you cook a steak Remind me of them strips in Ruth Chris You love my smile, no matta how chipped my tooth is Wit chu it aint because my whips is ruthless I don't sit on chrome, dipped, or deuces And you aint flattered by Canary's and VS dip tay seuces Couple ballas look dumb when they press you Five and sixes, you don't let them kinda numbas impress you Even though I was some what successful Bein a player was becomin too stressful But ever since, this superwoman has come to my rescue My winter's been wonderful, my summer's been special That's why the Saint Bart by the villa been painted Just so we can really get acquainted The love is real, there's no way you can feel like it's tainted But I can't really explain it, uh yeah [Chorus: Tamia] (Oh I) I really like (What you've) What you've done to me (Oo I can't really explain it) I can't really explain it I'm so into you (I'm so into you) I really like What you've (You ooo ohh) done to me I can't really explain it (Can't explain it) I'm so into you [Outro: Tamia] I really like what I feel (Oooo ooo) When I'm with you (With you) You're a dream come true (You're oh yea yea) Don't you ever leave my side (Ever leave my side oh no no) Cuz it feels so right (Ooh baby ooh-oh I) [Chorus: Tamia] I really like What you've done to me (What you) (Ooh I can't) I can't really explain it (Explain it) (I'm) I'm (So) so (Into) into you (You baby) I really like what you've done to me (You've done to me yea) I can't really explain it (Look what you've done to me no) I'm so into you [Tamia] Oh I Really like Oh I can't No no no Into you I really like What you've done to me Really explain it |
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from Tamia - More (2004)
I think you're truly
something special Just what my dream are really made of Let's stay together you and me boy There's no one like you 'round oh baby baby girl Desert Storm I can't really explain it I'm so into you now I want to be more than a friend of you now When they ask I mention my baby girl in the interviews now And I don't bring the problems from the 90's into 2 thou' There's no reason to have a friend or two now 'Cause the kid's ready to tell you how he feel in a few vow's Maybe I'm speaking general now But girl I'ma do whatever just to keep a grin on you now Where I go they wear bikini's in the winter too now What you think about tan lines on the skin of you now Why wouldn't I wanna spend a few thou' On 5th Ave shopping spree's and them dinners to Chao's I ain't concerned what other men would do now As long as when I slide up in you you growl And any dude with you he better be a kin of you now And I ain't jealous it's the principle now I'm so into you I really like What you've done to me I can't really explain it I'm so into you I really like What you've done to me I can't really explain it I'm so into you Come on ma it's more than a flashin' I woulda traded it all in orderly fashion My villa in Florida we crashin' Just off the shore so you can hear when water be splashin' The drop top three and a quarter we dashin' The flawless diamonds and the border we flashin' The money we oughta be stashin' I make sure every quarter be cashed in I can't really explain it My friend be thinkin' I'm slippin' these girls be thinkin' I'm trippin' What kinda weed he be smokin' what type of drinks he be sippin' Sweet thing just to think of you dippin' Would have me with the blue's so hard you would think I was crippin' Now you relaxin' in the Benz credit cards with no limits So you don't worry about maxin' when you spend Ever since you've been askin' 'bout the friends How'd you like it if both our name's had Jackson on the ends I really like What you've done to me I can't really explain it I'm so into you I really like What you've done to me I can't really explain it I'm so into you I don't wanna trip but truth is Girl the way you cook a steak remind me of those strips in Ruth Chris You love my smile no matter how chipped my tooth is With you it ain't because my whips is roofless Or sit on chrome dipped dub deuces And you ain't flattered by Canary envy es dipped Jesus' Other ballers look dumb when they press you five and sixes You don't let them kinda numbers impress you Even though I was somewhat successful Bein' a player was becoming too stressful But every since the superwoman has come to my rescue My winter's been wonderful my summer's been special Let's fly to St Bart while the villa be painted Just so we can get really acquainted The love is real there's no way it could feel like it's tainted But I can't really explain it I really like What you've done to me I can't really explain it I'm so into you I really like What you've done to me I can't really explain it I'm so into you I really like What I feel when I'm with you You're a dream come true Don't you ever leave my side 'Cause it feel so right I really like What you've done to me I can't really explain it I'm so into you I really like What you've done to me I can't really explain it I'm so into you |
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from Fabolous - Rolling Stone Original [single] (2004)
[Intro: Tamia]
I think you're truely something special (Ooh) Just what my dreams are really made of (Dreams are really made of) Lets stay together you and me boy(Oh oh oh oh) There's no one like you around ohh baby [Fabolous] Baby girl (You know that I love you yea-yes ooo oo) Desertstorm (Ohh ohh yea) Uh uh yea yea oh um [Verse 1: Fabolous] I can't really explain it I'm so into you now I wanna be more than a friend to you now When they ask, I mention my babygirl in the interviews now And I don't bring the problems from the 90s into 2thou Theres no reason to have a friend or two now Cuz the kid's ready to tell you how he feel and a few vows Maybe, I speak in general now But girl, Imma do whateva jus to keep a grin on u now Where I go, they wear bikinis in the winter too now What you think about tan lines on the skin of you now? Why wouldn't I wanna spend a few thou On fifth ave shopping sprees and them dinners ta chow I aint concerned with other men will do now As long as when I slide up in you, you growl And any dude wit chu, He better be a kin of you now And I aint jealous, it's the principle now I'm so into you [Chorus: Tamia] I really like What you've done to me I can't really explain it I'm so into you I really like (I really like) What you've done to me (Done to me) I can't really explain it (Noo) I'm so into you (Hey) [Verse 2: Fabolous] Come on ma It's more than a flashin I woulda traded it all in orderly fashion My villa in Florida we crashin Jus off the shore, so you can hear when the water be splashin(Oh baby) The Drop top 3 in a quarter we dashin Flawless diamonds in the water we flashin The money we oughta be stashin I make sure ever quarter be cashed in I can't really explain it My friends be thinkin I'm slippin These girls be thinkin I'm trippin What kinda weed he be smokin What typa drinks you be sippin Sweet thing Jus to think of you dippin Would have me wit the blues so hard You would think I was cripin(ooo) Now, you relaxin in the Benz Credit cards wit no limits So you don't worry about maxin when you spends But since you been asking bout the friends How'd you like it if, both our names had Jackson on the end (Yea baby oh I) [Chorus: Tamia] I really like (I really like) What you've done to me (Done to me) I can't really explain it (I cant explain) I'm so into you (So into you) I really like (I really like) What you've done to me (Oooo yea) I can't really explain it I'm so into you [Verse 3:Fabolous] I don't wanna trip, but truth is Girl the way you cook a steak Remind me of them strips in Ruth Chris You love my smile, no matta how chipped my tooth is Wit chu it aint because my whips is ruthless I don't sit on chrome, dipped, or deuces And you aint flattered by Canary's and VS dip tay seuces Couple ballas look dumb when they press you Five and sixes, you don't let them kinda numbas impress you Even though I was some what successful Bein a player was becomin too stressful But ever since, this superwoman has come to my rescue My winter's been wonderful, my summer's been special That's why the Saint Bart by the villa been painted Just so we can really get acquainted The love is real, there's no way you can feel like it's tainted But I can't really explain it, uh yeah [Chorus: Tamia] (Oh I) I really like (What you've) What you've done to me (Oo I can't really explain it) I can't really explain it I'm so into you (I'm so into you) I really like What you've (You ooo ohh) done to me I can't really explain it (Can't explain it) I'm so into you [Outro: Tamia] I really like what I feel (Oooo ooo) When I'm with you (With you) You're a dream come true (You're oh yea yea) Don't you ever leave my side (Ever leave my side oh no no) Cuz it feels so right (Ooh baby ooh-oh I) [Chorus: Tamia] I really like What you've done to me (What you) (Ooh I can't) I can't really explain it (Explain it) (I'm) I'm (So) so (Into) into you (You baby) I really like what you've done to me (You've done to me yea) I can't really explain it (Look what you've done to me no) I'm so into you [Tamia] Oh I Really like Oh I can't No no no Into you I really like What you've done to me Really explain it |
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