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from Fabolous - Ghetto Fabolous (2001)
[Fabolous talking before first verse]
Brooklyn, uh uh uh uh Huh Huh uh huh do it huh Yea Uh Uh do it huh huh what ya'll want huh [Verse 1] Rollin, gold two seater Stash in the dash Hole through heaters Blockahhhhh put holes through beaters Ghetto Fab stroll through Cheetahs Ballin, Brooklyn dawn Addicted to Crys hooked on Don 15 G's hookers on Ma, I wanna see how you look in thongs Hustlin, guys that send Po's Cause I chop rocks the size of mentos Blame me, trials aquit those Look at the hurt your eyes will squit close Pimpin' here's a new way to flirt Listen to the two way alert It goes (2 way beeps in song's beat) Lets go VIP boo raise your skirt [Chorus 1] Holla back Young'n (Hoooo Hoooo!) Holla back (Hoooo Hoooo!) Holla back Young'n (Hoooo Hoooo!) Holla back (Hoooo Hoooo!) Holla back Young'n (Hoooo Hoooo!) Holla back (Hoooo Hoooo!) Holla back Young'n (Hoooo Hoooo!) Holla back (Hoooo Hoooo!) [Verse 2] I'm Gangsta Ya'll just wannabe's Federal Agents on their P's 30 grand 28 on the keys Gotta good lawyer I'm gonna squeeze Thuggin' jeans and Tim's Fitted to the front lean the brim Ride but never on teenage rims And I keep a chick's face between limbs Stylin ya'll heard about my kick game I'm on the parkway see me at the Knick game Probably seen this tatted on your chick frame F-A-B-O-L-O-U-S Ridin Ya'll know as well I do That's the way you can tell I flew So I got a deal I sell pot too Cause before I hit the pens I'm gettin bailed by Clue [Chorus 2] Holla back Young'n (Hoooo Hoooo!) Holla back (Hoooo Hoooo!) Holla back Young'n (Hoooo Hoooo!) Holla back (Hoooo Hoooo!) Holla back Young'n (Hoooo Hoooo!) Holla back (Hoooo Hoooo!) Holla back Young'n (Hoooo Hoooo!) Holla back (Hoooo Hoooo!) [Verse 3] Cruisin top on the Mercedes low Turn us up when you hear this on the radio Blastin with the nineteen eighty flow Make the necks on the ladies go (wooo wooop) Holla that's what a pretty thug will do Hit Branson get a fifty jug or two Ya'll throwin on them gritty mugs for who Like ya'll don't know what fifty slugs will do Hatin I just bought the bulls I put ya'll in the front page articles I got em lookin at the billboard charts confused And I still freestyle to start the Clue's Reppin I'm that kid about the doe I done copped coke and started droughts before Shit Platinum out the door Now I drop the top down just to shout to hoes [Chorus 3] Holla back Young'n (Hoooo Hoooo!) Holla back (Hoooo Hoooo!) Holla back Young'n (Hoooo Hoooo!) Holla back (Hoooo Hoooo!) Holla back Young'n (Hoooo Hoooo!) Holla back (Hoooo Hoooo!) Holla back Young'n (Hoooo Hoooo!) Holla back back back back...(Hoooo Hoooo! until music fades) |
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from Fabolous - Ghetto Fabolous (2001)
[Fabolous talking before first verse]
Brooklyn, uh uh uh uh Huh Huh uh huh do it huh Yea Uh Uh do it huh huh what ya'll want huh [Verse 1] Rollin, gold two seater Stash in the dash Hole through heaters Blockahhhhh put holes through beaters Ghetto Fab stroll through Cheetahs Ballin, Brooklyn dawn Addicted to Crys hooked on Don 15 G's hookers on Ma, I wanna see how you look in thongs Hustlin, guys that send Po's Cause I chop rocks the size of mentos Blame me, trials aquit those Look at the hurt your eyes will squit close Pimpin' here's a new way to flirt Listen to the two way alert It goes (2 way beeps in song's beat) Lets go VIP boo raise your skirt [Chorus 1] Holla back Young'n (Hoooo Hoooo!) Holla back (Hoooo Hoooo!) Holla back Young'n (Hoooo Hoooo!) Holla back (Hoooo Hoooo!) Holla back Young'n (Hoooo Hoooo!) Holla back (Hoooo Hoooo!) Holla back Young'n (Hoooo Hoooo!) Holla back (Hoooo Hoooo!) [Verse 2] I'm Gangsta Ya'll just wannabe's Federal Agents on their P's 30 grand 28 on the keys Gotta good lawyer I'm gonna squeeze Thuggin' jeans and Tim's Fitted to the front lean the brim Ride but never on teenage rims And I keep a chick's face between limbs Stylin ya'll heard about my kick game I'm on the parkway see me at the Knick game Probably seen this tatted on your chick frame F-A-B-O-L-O-U-S Ridin Ya'll know as well I do That's the way you can tell I flew So I got a deal I sell pot too Cause before I hit the pens I'm gettin bailed by Clue [Chorus 2] Holla back Young'n (Hoooo Hoooo!) Holla back (Hoooo Hoooo!) Holla back Young'n (Hoooo Hoooo!) Holla back (Hoooo Hoooo!) Holla back Young'n (Hoooo Hoooo!) Holla back (Hoooo Hoooo!) Holla back Young'n (Hoooo Hoooo!) Holla back (Hoooo Hoooo!) [Verse 3] Cruisin top on the Mercedes low Turn us up when you hear this on the radio Blastin with the nineteen eighty flow Make the necks on the ladies go (wooo wooop) Holla that's what a pretty thug will do Hit Branson get a fifty jug or two Ya'll throwin on them gritty mugs for who Like ya'll don't know what fifty slugs will do Hatin I just bought the bulls I put ya'll in the front page articles I got em lookin at the billboard charts confused And I still freestyle to start the Clue's Reppin I'm that kid about the doe I done copped coke and started droughts before Shit Platinum out the door Now I drop the top down just to shout to hoes [Chorus 3] Holla back Young'n (Hoooo Hoooo!) Holla back (Hoooo Hoooo!) Holla back Young'n (Hoooo Hoooo!) Holla back (Hoooo Hoooo!) Holla back Young'n (Hoooo Hoooo!) Holla back (Hoooo Hoooo!) Holla back Young'n (Hoooo Hoooo!) Holla back back back back...(Hoooo Hoooo! until music fades) |
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from Fabolous - Real Talk (2004)
"Young & Sexy"
(feat. Mikey Shorey, Pharrell Williams) [Intro - Fabolous] Young money on the floor! Trak money on the beat That's right man, the young and sexy You're only young as you feel, haha, ya know? Let's get it in, 25 and younger [Chorus - Mike Shorey & (Pharrell Williams)] I see you smiling shorty, I see it in your eyes Security let her through, trust me man she's alright (She's alright, she's alright, she's alright) (Cause she's gon ride, she's gon ride, she's gon ride) [Fabolous - 2x] To the beat y'all! Till the motherfucking champagne and weed is gone! [Verse - Fabolous] I'm so VIP, and Notorious for doing it B.I.G. girl You ain't gotta see ID, I'm a rich young man Clean button up wit the rich young pairs Out of you young ladies, which one can - do it to the beat y'all Young niggaz get funny, just to get a name So you know I came with the heat y'all! You know I got a little money, got a little fame But you know I came from the streets y'all If you wanna act funny, I can do the same And when Pharrell let the beat fall Let me see you get your hands up high y'all Just like you're reaching for the sky y'all For the young sexy and fly y'all Roll another one, let's get high y'all [Chorus] [Verse - Fabolous] From the high heels to low cuts To the dude in the fast car wit the slow strut girl They wanna catch J. Jackson But the money's longer than a stretch Maybach Benz They say I'm fly enough to do better But pimp enough to not give a fuck They say I'm old enough to know better But young enough to not give a fuck Tell Stella to move back, if she want Her Groove Back I get my young man on, then the young man gone Let's get money again, and even if you ain't I'll make you feel twenty again, so! Let me see you get your hands up high y'all Just like you're reaching for the sky y'all For the young sexy and fly y'all Take another shot, let's get high y'all [Chorus] [Verse - Fabolous] I'm too young to be sprung And you can tell I'm too blessed to be stressed My move is too smooth, on top of that I dress to impress The walk is so chilled, not to mention the Talk is so Real We all gotta get old, but before I do I'm a ball outta control Live young! die rich! woo! [Chorus] |
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from Fabolous - There Is No Competition 2: The Grieving Music Mixtape [Explicit Version] (2010)
[Chorus:]
You what's up girl, ain't gotta ask it I dead em all now, I buy the caskets They should arrest you or whoever dressed you Ain't gon stress you, but ima let you know Girl you be killin em You be killin em Girl you be killin em You be killin em Girl you be killin em You be killin em Girl you be killin em You be killin em [Verse 1:] You ain't gotta worry bout her, shorty straight Been chasing her for 2 days, first 48 A bad bitch cost, she worth every cent She look like the best money that I ever spent Just watching my cutiepie get beautified Make me want better jewels, a newer ride Louis Vuitton shoes, she got too much pride Her feet are killing her, I call it shoe-icide Looking good has it's sacrifices Chilly weather bring 4 figure jacket prices Her body nice, face dime Give you that iPhone 4, face time Shorty in the streets, still handle the home Enough class for wine, still handle patron When them other hoes call I hand her the phone And she hand em the tone [Chorus] You what's up girl, ain't gotta ask it I dead em all now, I buy the caskets They should arrest you or whoever dressed you Ain't gon stress you, but ima let you know Girl you be killin em You be killin em Girl you be killin em You be killin em Girl you be killin em You be killin em Girl you be killin em You be killin em [Verse 2:] Yeah I know that's what they all says She gotta donkey with a Juan Valdez Keep it clean cut like bald heads Been playin with that green long as Paul Pierce So you gotta ball harder than them ball players All she wanna know is there a mall near us Can't fault her, the last nigga spoiled her But he ain't beat it up, I assault her Shoulda seen her come to me when I called her Slow strut like she walking to the altar Hand bag on her arm cost four bills And she ain't gotta beg, borrow or steal Often imitated, never duplicated They say she a dime, I say she underrated I just met her so the next solution Dead my old chick, execution [Chorus] You what's up girl, ain't gotta ask it I dead em all now, I buy the caskets They should arrest you or whoever dressed you Ain't gon stress you, but ima let you know Girl you be killin em You be killin em Girl you be killin em You be killin em Girl you be killin em You be killin em Girl you be killin em You be killin em Had to let you know All the ladies (to all the ladies) I'd like to congratulate you Congratulations And you just came from the gym clothes In a fitted cap and some Timbo's And a pair of flats, well trimmed toes Camera in the mirror, BBM Pose Still killin em hoes You still killin em hoes You still killin em hoes |
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from Fabolous 4집 - From Nothin' To Somethin' (2007)
Boom clap boom clap Boom clap boom clap Boom clap boom clap Boom clap boom clap Now errybody get your hands UP Now errybody get your hands UP Loso mo betta mo betta Mo cheddar mo cheddar I do the rolls I am not a mo wetta Challenge me with the bling these niggas know betta The wings are as big as the logo on those sweaters Hoes betta have a fall back attack come through like a funeral all black on black couple six deuces all back to back few flyin spurs all back to back need a 04 05 dunkin n them when it come to makin O's we like dunkin with them naaaah I ain't talking donuts I'm talking white ones like the nike low cuts You couldn't see me if you stood on your tippy toes But you could smell this cali cush with the zippy closed Damn skippy those seats is peanut butter You never seen us stutter like street fitted itted and Yep I'm back stuntin yep I'm back frontin Yep I'm somebody who made something outta nothing Yep I know you see something you wantin It's just something about me you can't go with out me yall Said you can't go without me yall Said you can't go without me yall Now errybody get your hands UP Now errybody get your hands UP Mo stuntin mo stuntin mo frontin mo frontin How you gettin it homie show something You can ask about him he go hard With that A M E X negro card Last time I was seen in a strip club Rain I hurricane Katrina the strip club May I say I made a way Stay fly 'til the day I fade away Hey I pray I stay out of a haters way Lemme play like A I and just get to the point Lemme hear em say aah when he spit to the joint You gon hear a spray rrrraaa when I get to the joint And a blind man could see that them niggas with fab is gon' Come like them dudes came for tony at the Babylon Rapid fire do you know a rapper flyer The L O S O I guess no Yep I'm back stuntin yep I'm back frontin Yep I'm somebody who made something outta nothing Yep I know you see something you wantin It's just something about me you can't go with out me yall Said you can't go without me yall Said you can't go without me yall Now errybody get your hands UP Now errybody get your hands UP Mo winin' mo winin' mo dinin mo dinin Slow windin gangstas throw signs and I can't help that the chain is so shinin That the shit on my wrist is just co signin They don't search us they know we got the flames But they still let us slide through the door like Cramer I believe in god but my true religion Is stuffin big faces down in these true religion We everywhere you ain't never there New coupe shoe shine like patent leather airs Pushin something we ain't got our names on 207's neither one of us is james bond We in the VI P's with the big names Fendi aviator shades with the big frames The streets is watchin the hood is lookin Brooklyn's back n look at how good I'm lookin Yep I'm back stuntin yep I'm back frontin Yep I'm somebody who made something outta nothing Yep I know you see something you wantin It's just something about me you can't go with out me yall Said you can't go without me yall Said you can't go without me yall Now errybody get your hands UP Now errybody get your hands UP |
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from Fabolous - Street Dreams (2002)
Yeah, yo Cain (what up nigga) Why wouldn't these bitches love us nigga? Why wouldn't these niggas hate us huh? (Why wouldn't they Fab?) Yeah, (Desert Storm), uh, yeah, uh [Fabolous] Why wouldn't I talk as greasy as cheese steak meat In a strawberry Range, pie crust piping on the cheesecake seats I'm known for hittin' women's soft spots With Princess cut Canaries the size of lemon cough drops [Paul Cain] I'm right behind 'em in the Porsche drop Linen soft top, sick chain with 20 point rocks Take your bitch, why wouldn't I? The whip got chrome shoes, cream leather seats with old wooden sides [Fabolous] Uh, yeah, what's really poppin', usually boys know This ghetto superstar with the Bruce Lee-roy glow Niggas has to hate the outcome (yeah) Plus I'm in a throwback from the same year they assassinated Malcolm [Paul Cain] Make so much ends, I got to find faster ways to count 'em (yeah) A minute on the block, how fast I make a thousand? (Cain) That nigga you love to hate, still hug blocks and bubble weight Off the love I can't [Fabolous] Baby girl, why wouldn't fellas stop ya? After we come through the hood in helicopters (yeah) [Paul Cain] The dro I got in this wood, is hela-proper We do the damn thing, who could they tell us not ta [Chorus - Fabolous (Paul Cain)] Why wouldn't this joint make you wanna dance? Why wouldn't these jewels make you wanna glance? (Why wouldn't this whip make you wanna ride? And why wouldn't this thing be on my side?) Why wouldn't this g |
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from Dj Envy - The Desert Storm Mixtape Dj Envy Blok Party Vol.1 (2003)
Artist: Fabolous f/ Paul Cain Album: Street Dreams Song: Why Wouldn't I [Fabolous] (Paul Cain) Yeah, yo Cain (what up nigga) Why wouldn't these bitches love us nigga? Why wouldn't these niggas hate us huh? (Why wouldn't they Fab?) Yeah, (Desert Storm), uh, yeah, uh [Fabolous] Why wouldn't I talk as greasy as cheese steak meat In a strawberry Range, pie crust piping on the cheesecake seats I'm known for hittin' women's soft spots With Princess cut Canaries the size of lemon cough drops [Paul Cain] I'm right behind 'em in the Porsche drop Linen soft top, sick chain with 20 point rocks Take your bitch, why wouldn't I? The whip got chrome shoes, cream leather seats with old wooden sides [Fabolous] Uh, yeah, what's really poppin', usually boys know This ghetto superstar with the Bruce Lee-roy glow Niggas has to hate the outcome (yeah) Plus I'm in a throwback from the same year they assassinated Malcolm [Paul Cain] Make so much ends, I got to find faster ways to count 'em (yeah) A minute on the block, how fast I make a thousand? (Cain) That nigga you love to hate, still hug blocks and bubble weight All for the love of cake [Fabolous] Baby girl, why wouldn't fellas stop ya? After we come through the hood in helicopters (yeah) [Paul Cain] The dro I got in this wood, is hela-proper We do the damn thing, how could they tell us not ta [Chorus - Fabolous] (Paul Cain) Why wouldn't this joint make you wanna dance? Why wouldn't these jewels make you wanna glance? (Why wouldn't this whip make you wanna ride? And why wouldn't this thing be on my side?) Why wouldn't this game have you on your knees? Why wouldn't these 20's be on the V's? (Why wouldn't this money make you wanna hate?) Why wouldn't I what? [Paul Cain] Why wouldn't I pull up to the spot, yellow Azure (ok) Dressed in yellow linen, covered in Canaries never a flaw (uh huh) Why shouldn't I wear this much ice The princesses in my ear, are clear and cut right Why wouldn't I talk this slick (why not?) With a watch and bracelet this flooded, and a cross this sick? So why wouldn't I get at hoes (I mean) To a nigga gettin' money like myself, a little brain that's minimal (yeah) Might talk but I live it though, sick chain glitter roll Never sleep and don't stop gettin dough [Fabolous] Uh, hold up Cain, uh, why wouldn't I have samples of raw (uh huh) In Akademik sample velours Hypnotic samples to pour The European sample Azure Wheel on the right side 'B' with the wings stamped on the door It's the street family boss, I land by the shores Get pampered by whores, eat scampy and claws The kid's been trampeled before by a tramp with no flaws That's up to they get cramps in they jaws I keep tefs jammed in the four Amp weed to draw, end up in a wheelchair ramp by your door [Chorus - Fabolous] (Paul Cain) Why wouldn't this joint make you wanna dance? Why wouldn't these jewels make you wanna glance? (Why wouldn't this whip make you wanna ride? And why wouldn't this thing be on my side?) Why wouldn't this game have you on your knees? Why wouldn't these 20's be on the V's? (Why wouldn't this money make you wanna hate?) Why wouldn't I huh? Why wouldn't I what? [Fabolous] After a million scanned on it (yeah) Why wouldn't the Range look like it got 20-inch ceiling fans on it (woo) Only reason you in my face ma'am Is cause I got the same Nikes that Jordan had on in "Space Jam" [Paul Cain] Why wouldn't I chase chips Come through Aves, like "Pluto Nash" in Coupes that look like spaceships Ridiculous bracelet and the outrageous Watch with flawless rocks, invisible placement [Fabolous] Uh, I oughta feel like a boss (uh huh) Why wouldn't I get a 100 an appearance, quarter mil a endorse I oughta feel some remorse Cause I'm killin' 'em out there, and a stick shift sport utility Porsche [Paul Cain] Yeah, I know when you see us, it be pissin' you off Cause you would think we paid a fortune for the shit that we floss Spend summers in my Sicily loft Whole crib, interior decoration done by Christian Dior (Baby girl), I got cops thats on the payroll Jet skies, and speed boats docked up in Barbados [Fabolous] Green and cream Tims, brocolli and potatoes Why wouldn't you see the Storm for the rocks and these tornadoes [Chorus] - 2X |
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from Fabolous - Street Dreams (2003)
Yeah, yo Cain (what up nigga) Why wouldn't these bitches love us nigga? Why wouldn't these niggas hate us huh? (Why wouldn't they Fab?) Yeah, (Desert Storm), uh, yeah, uh [Fabolous] Why wouldn't I talk as greasy as cheese steak meat In a strawberry Range, pie crust piping on the cheesecake seats I'm known for hittin' women's soft spots With Princess cut Canaries the size of lemon cough drops [Paul Cain] I'm right behind 'em in the Porsche drop Linen soft top, sick chain with 20 point rocks Take your bitch, why wouldn't I? The whip got chrome shoes, cream leather seats with old wooden sides [Fabolous] Uh, yeah, what's really poppin', usually boys know This ghetto superstar with the Bruce Lee-roy glow Niggas has to hate the outcome (yeah) Plus I'm in a throwback from the same year they assassinated Malcolm [Paul Cain] Make so much ends, I got to find faster ways to count 'em (yeah) A minute on the block, how fast I make a thousand? (Cain) That nigga you love to hate, still hug blocks and bubble weight Off the love I can't [Fabolous] Baby girl, why wouldn't fellas stop ya? After we come through the hood in helicopters (yeah) [Paul Cain] The dro I got in this wood, is hela-proper We do the damn thing, who could they tell us not ta [Chorus - Fabolous (Paul Cain)] Why wouldn't this joint make you wanna dance? Why wouldn't these jewels make you wanna glance? (Why wouldn't this whip make you wanna ride? And why wouldn't this thing be on my side?) Why wouldn't this g |
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from Fabolous - Street Dreams (2003)
Yeah, yo Cain (what up nigga) Why wouldn't these bitches love us nigga? Why wouldn't these niggas hate us huh? (Why wouldn't they Fab?) Yeah, (Desert Storm), uh, yeah, uh [Fabolous] Why wouldn't I talk as greasy as cheese steak meat In a strawberry Range, pie crust piping on the cheesecake seats I'm known for hittin' women's soft spots With Princess cut Canaries the size of lemon cough drops [Paul Cain] I'm right behind 'em in the Porsche drop Linen soft top, sick chain with 20 point rocks Take your bitch, why wouldn't I? The whip got chrome shoes, cream leather seats with old wooden sides [Fabolous] Uh, yeah, what's really poppin', usually boys know This ghetto superstar with the Bruce Lee-roy glow Niggas has to hate the outcome (yeah) Plus I'm in a throwback from the same year they assassinated Malcolm [Paul Cain] Make so much ends, I got to find faster ways to count 'em (yeah) A minute on the block, how fast I make a thousand? (Cain) That nigga you love to hate, still hug blocks and bubble weight Off the love I can't [Fabolous] Baby girl, why wouldn't fellas stop ya? After we come through the hood in helicopters (yeah) [Paul Cain] The dro I got in this wood, is hela-proper We do the damn thing, who could they tell us not ta [Chorus - Fabolous (Paul Cain)] Why wouldn't this joint make you wanna dance? Why wouldn't these jewels make you wanna glance? (Why wouldn't this whip make you wanna ride? And why wouldn't this thing be on my side?) Why wouldn't this g |
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from Fabolous 4집 - From Nothin' To Somethin' (2007)
Does anyone care Please tell me I'm alone and scared Please help me What should i do what should i do What should i do Please tell me Please tell me Dear fab I wrote this letter in confidence you will read it I suceeded getting my collage education completed Smart girl not conceded i'm used to being treated anyway But anyway Your advice is needed Im 22 years old With a beautiful daughter By a dead beat who wouldn't give a quarter to support her My money was gettin low And my patience was getting shorter Heard about his new girl friend and all the shit he brought So i caught her fought her heard she had restraining orders I still grabbed her pony tail and held her under water So right now i'm sorta locked up for manslaughter Missing every minute i can't spend with my daughter Does anyone care Please tell me I'm alone and scared Please help me What should i do what should i do What should i do Please tell me Please tell me Loso I know you hold profession as a lyricist But u prollly never had depression as severe as this Your music it's like a session with a therapist I asked the lord to send me any blessin if his hearin this I'm stresssin sumfin serious Pressin on delirous A smart man always ask's questions if he's curious I believe in god but i don't understand his plan Why send a spanish man way up to aganistan Hand this man a rifle Suit me up in camoflauge I salute the hand of sarge He is not a man in charge I'm fightin this war Don't know who i'm fightin it for Might be goin awol anyday ya'll Does anyone care Please tell me I'm alone and scared Please help me What should i do what should i do What should i do Please tell me Please tell me Dear fabolous I'm such a fan I don't have much demands But i'm really hopin that you will keep in touch with fans Coz see I know your prolly busy kickin it with one of them pretty girls from on television shaking it My vision ain't mistaken i can see you wasn't faking So i hope you can help me with some good decision making I've been thinkin a lot so much i havn't slept in days My mother and father about to go there seperate ways I'm a teen in the cross of a painful divorce I love my mum and she thinks i'm an angel of course I love my dad too I feel tangled and lost Who's side should i be on Your friend deon Does anyone care Please tell me I'm alone and scared Please help me What should i do what should i do What should i do Please tell me Please tell me Yeah this song is dedicated to anyone who find theyself in a place where they need Sum advice You may not always find that person in the physical form But theres someone you can trust in Who listens when everybodies ears are shut Who sees when everybodies eyes are closed Who speaks when everybodies voices is silent Put your faith in god The man will take you from there Loso Coz not a day goes by that i don't wonder why And what should i do what should i do |
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from Trey Songz - What I Be On (Feat. Fabolous) [single] (2011)
기분업 클린업클..
@림기사@ One By One Lebo M Livin` My Love LMFAO, S.. LMFAO Steve Aoki Single Ladies (Put A Ring On It) Various Ar.. 곡 50 | 담기 27 | 추천 3 |
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from Trey Songz - Inevitable [ep] (2011)
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으갸갸갸?v Not Alone Linkin Par.. Top Of The World Trey Songz What I Be On (Feat. Fabolous) Trey Songz 곡 68 | 담기 5 | 추천 0 |
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from Fabolous - Ghetto Fabolous (2001)
sick mothafuckers!
go head, throw up nigga yea yea ok, i know you i know, i know [Verse 1] If you wanna have smaller digits The kid was never, a playa hata or baller bigit Every week, pay em all a visit I bring Pamela Lee to the P's so we all can dig it I popped enough alcohol so we all could swig it Guns, stand them up they be as tall as midgets O.k, I'll rap a little faster But do I really sound like I turned from a rapper to a pastor I'm like you except I date supermodels The cars that I drive, the state troopers follow We get the same parties probably My stones look like sunshine, yours probably cloudy And I dont front for nothin' I likes, I gets, I want for nothin' I'm givin' ya straight answers And I'd rather be dead than livin wit hate cancer [Chorus] Say wha you wanna say, talk wha you wanna talk WE DONT GIVE A FUCK! Look how you wanna look, grill if you wanna grill WE DONT GIVE A FUCK! Act how you wanna act, front if you wanna front WE DONT GIVE A FUCK! Live how you wanna live, cry if you wanna die WE DONT GIVE A FUCK! [Verse 2] I just used to post on the corner, roast marijuana I'd be on the coast of Tawanna Bitches who look, close to Madonna, Dosie cabanna, toast by a ? I 'posed to be wanna of those dudes ridin in Testaroastas upon ya Not the ? but I'm gonna, I keep toastin the armor for niggaz who supposed to be drama I mostly just wanna, get fed garlic toast and lasagna Get head while I'll roast in a sawna F-A-B-O-L-O-U-S, how can you hate that? And I hit the ? wit the scandals Cause its all bullshit my attroneys can handle Ya insides be burnin like candles Rippin down posters, t |
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from Fabolous - Ghetto Fabolous (2001)
sick mothafuckers!
go head, throw up nigga yea yea ok, i know you i know, i know [Verse 1] If you wanna have smaller digits The kid was never, a playa hata or baller bigit Every week, pay em all a visit I bring Pamela Lee to the P's so we all can dig it I popped enough alcohol so we all could swig it Guns, stand them up they be as tall as midgets O.k, I'll rap a little faster But do I really sound like I turned from a rapper to a pastor I'm like you except I date supermodels The cars that I drive, the state troopers follow We get the same parties probably My stones look like sunshine, yours probably cloudy And I dont front for nothin' I likes, I gets, I want for nothin' I'm givin' ya straight answers And I'd rather be dead than livin wit hate cancer [Chorus] Say wha you wanna say, talk wha you wanna talk WE DONT GIVE A FUCK! Look how you wanna look, grill if you wanna grill WE DONT GIVE A FUCK! Act how you wanna act, front if you wanna front WE DONT GIVE A FUCK! Live how you wanna live, cry if you wanna die WE DONT GIVE A FUCK! [Verse 2] I just used to post on the corner, roast marijuana I'd be on the coast of Tawanna Bitches who look, close to Madonna, Dosie cabanna, toast by a ? I 'posed to be wanna of those dudes ridin in Testaroastas upon ya Not the ? but I'm gonna, I keep toastin the armor for niggaz who supposed to be drama I mostly just wanna, get fed garlic toast and lasagna Get head while I'll roast in a sawna F-A-B-O-L-O-U-S, how can you hate that? And I hit the ? wit the scandals Cause its all bullshit my attroneys can handle Ya insides be burnin like candles Rippin down posters, t |
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from Fabolous - Street Dreams (2002)
"Up On Things"
(feat. Snoop Dogg) [Intro: Fabolous] Uh.. Yeah.. Walk with me west coast Yeah.. Uh.. It's the coast to coast "g" on the check in Yeah.. Uh.. Ride.. Ride.. Ride.. Uh. [Verse 1: Fabolous] If you ain't up on things Fabolous is the name, street fam is the game Screamin' 718 while them hammers bang Like bludda ludda lacca bludda ludda lacca Kick game like I know a little bit of socca Spic, dames, ass and a little bit of knockas Give them nick names and a little bit of vodka Then I'm game change.. (A very freaky girl) You know who got the gold like the kid from "The Last Dragon" You know who got the low on the spokes and the ass saggin' You know who got the gold that'll have your ass gaggin' You know who got the boat that'll have the task naggin' But I fuck bitches, and get money My truck switches like.. errrrr You got to duck bitches when you get twenties And plug switches that make you sit funny I'm a rider.. [Chorus: Snoop Dogg (Fabolous)] If you ain't up on things (Don't come close to me Unless you ride like you supposed to be) If you ain't up on things (Don't come close to me Unless you pimpin' like you supposed to be) If you ain't up on things (Don't come close to me Unless you banging like you supposed to be) If you ain't up on things (Don't come close to me Unless you gangsta like you supposed to be) [Verse 2: Fabolous] C'mon.. you know its g's up C.O.'s down If I freeze up its kilos now Pick trees up its 3-4 pounds Fill the bees up ‘til these bro's drown I snatch a few g's up and flea those towns Busta's freeze up when my "v" slow down I ease up with these 4 pounds Squeeze up to 3-4 rounds I pick these up its G code now Ya'll better call the D's up before I reload now I'm "The Boss" something like Springsteen I got something that bring green That look something like string beans I make sure the hustlers keep something to sling the fiends White, yellow, and a little something that bling green We going to blast if we going I been doing this since Jabbar was hooking off the glass in the forum (ghetto) Your grandparents has to assume cuz the face look like a magnifying glass on the poem (oh boy) [Chorus: Snoop Dogg (Fabolous)] If you ain't up on things (Don't come close to me Unless you ride like you supposed to be) If you ain't up on things (Don't come close to me Unless you pimpin' like you supposed to be) [Hook: Snoop Dogg] So my niggas (niggas) They get money (money) Throw your motherfucking hand in the air (in the air) And if you up on things and you don't give a fuck Let me hear y'all niggas scream oh yeah (oh yeah) And all my bitches (bitches) They get money (money) Throw your motherfucking hand in the air (in the air) And if you up on things and you don't give a fuck Let me hear y'all bitches scream oh yeah (oh yeah) [Verse 3: Fabolous] It's the kid with the D. O. double G. After blowing 3-4 dubs of trees My eyes are below double g's After sipping pin-o bubbly skee-o rubbing me We'll probably go below publically I'm a coast to coast G I keep the toast to mostly For those who pose to closely (backup) Keep a piece in the vest that's how we ride From the north to the south to the east to the west [Hook: Fabolous] So my niggas (niggas) They get money (money) Throw your motherfucking hand in the air (in the air) And if you up on things and you don't give a fuck Let me hear y'all niggas scream oh yeah (oh yeah) And all my bitches (bitches) They get money (money) Throw your motherfucking hand in the air (in the air) And if you up on things and you don't give a fuck Let me hear y'all bitches scream oh yeah (oh yeah) Uh.. |
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from Fabolous - Street Dreams (2003)
"Up On Things"
(feat. Snoop Dogg) [Intro: Fabolous] Uh.. Yeah.. Walk with me west coast Yeah.. Uh.. It's the coast to coast "g" on the check in Yeah.. Uh.. Ride.. Ride.. Ride.. Uh. [Verse 1: Fabolous] If you ain't up on things Fabolous is the name, street fam is the game Screamin' 718 while them hammers bang Like bludda ludda lacca bludda ludda lacca Kick game like I know a little bit of socca Spic, dames, ass and a little bit of knockas Give them nick names and a little bit of vodka Then I'm game change.. (A very freaky girl) You know who got the gold like the kid from "The Last Dragon" You know who got the low on the spokes and the ass saggin' You know who got the gold that'll have your ass gaggin' You know who got the boat that'll have the task naggin' But I fuck bitches, and get money My truck switches like.. errrrr You got to duck bitches when you get twenties And plug switches that make you sit funny I'm a rider.. [Chorus: Snoop Dogg (Fabolous)] If you ain't up on things (Don't come close to me Unless you ride like you supposed to be) If you ain't up on things (Don't come close to me Unless you pimpin' like you supposed to be) If you ain't up on things (Don't come close to me Unless you banging like you supposed to be) If you ain't up on things (Don't come close to me Unless you gangsta like you supposed to be) [Verse 2: Fabolous] C'mon.. you know its g's up C.O.'s down If I freeze up its kilos now Pick trees up its 3-4 pounds Fill the bees up ‘til these bro's drown I snatch a few g's up and flea those towns Busta's freeze up when my "v" slow down I ease up with these 4 pounds Squeeze up to 3-4 rounds I pick these up its G code now Ya'll better call the D's up before I reload now I'm "The Boss" something like Springsteen I got something that bring green That look something like string beans I make sure the hustlers keep something to sling the fiends White, yellow, and a little something that bling green We going to blast if we going I been doing this since Jabbar was hooking off the glass in the forum (ghetto) Your grandparents has to assume cuz the face look like a magnifying glass on the poem (oh boy) [Chorus: Snoop Dogg (Fabolous)] If you ain't up on things (Don't come close to me Unless you ride like you supposed to be) If you ain't up on things (Don't come close to me Unless you pimpin' like you supposed to be) [Hook: Snoop Dogg] So my niggas (niggas) They get money (money) Throw your motherfucking hand in the air (in the air) And if you up on things and you don't give a fuck Let me hear y'all niggas scream oh yeah (oh yeah) And all my bitches (bitches) They get money (money) Throw your motherfucking hand in the air (in the air) And if you up on things and you don't give a fuck Let me hear y'all bitches scream oh yeah (oh yeah) [Verse 3: Fabolous] It's the kid with the D. O. double G. After blowing 3-4 dubs of trees My eyes are below double g's After sipping pin-o bubbly skee-o rubbing me We'll probably go below publically I'm a coast to coast G I keep the toast to mostly For those who pose to closely (backup) Keep a piece in the vest that's how we ride From the north to the south to the east to the west [Hook: Fabolous] So my niggas (niggas) They get money (money) Throw your motherfucking hand in the air (in the air) And if you up on things and you don't give a fuck Let me hear y'all niggas scream oh yeah (oh yeah) And all my bitches (bitches) They get money (money) Throw your motherfucking hand in the air (in the air) And if you up on things and you don't give a fuck Let me hear y'all bitches scream oh yeah (oh yeah) Uh.. |
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from Fabolous - Street Dreams (2003)
"Up On Things"
(feat. Snoop Dogg) [Intro: Fabolous] Uh.. Yeah.. Walk with me west coast Yeah.. Uh.. It's the coast to coast "g" on the check in Yeah.. Uh.. Ride.. Ride.. Ride.. Uh. [Verse 1: Fabolous] If you ain't up on things Fabolous is the name, street fam is the game Screamin' 718 while them hammers bang Like bludda ludda lacca bludda ludda lacca Kick game like I know a little bit of socca Spic, dames, ass and a little bit of knockas Give them nick names and a little bit of vodka Then I'm game change.. (A very freaky girl) You know who got the gold like the kid from "The Last Dragon" You know who got the low on the spokes and the ass saggin' You know who got the gold that'll have your ass gaggin' You know who got the boat that'll have the task naggin' But I fuck bitches, and get money My truck switches like.. errrrr You got to duck bitches when you get twenties And plug switches that make you sit funny I'm a rider.. [Chorus: Snoop Dogg (Fabolous)] If you ain't up on things (Don't come close to me Unless you ride like you supposed to be) If you ain't up on things (Don't come close to me Unless you pimpin' like you supposed to be) If you ain't up on things (Don't come close to me Unless you banging like you supposed to be) If you ain't up on things (Don't come close to me Unless you gangsta like you supposed to be) [Verse 2: Fabolous] C'mon.. you know its g's up C.O.'s down If I freeze up its kilos now Pick trees up its 3-4 pounds Fill the bees up ‘til these bro's drown I snatch a few g's up and flea those towns Busta's freeze up when my "v" slow down I ease up with these 4 pounds Squeeze up to 3-4 rounds I pick these up its G code now Ya'll better call the D's up before I reload now I'm "The Boss" something like Springsteen I got something that bring green That look something like string beans I make sure the hustlers keep something to sling the fiends White, yellow, and a little something that bling green We going to blast if we going I been doing this since Jabbar was hooking off the glass in the forum (ghetto) Your grandparents has to assume cuz the face look like a magnifying glass on the poem (oh boy) [Chorus: Snoop Dogg (Fabolous)] If you ain't up on things (Don't come close to me Unless you ride like you supposed to be) If you ain't up on things (Don't come close to me Unless you pimpin' like you supposed to be) [Hook: Snoop Dogg] So my niggas (niggas) They get money (money) Throw your motherfucking hand in the air (in the air) And if you up on things and you don't give a fuck Let me hear y'all niggas scream oh yeah (oh yeah) And all my bitches (bitches) They get money (money) Throw your motherfucking hand in the air (in the air) And if you up on things and you don't give a fuck Let me hear y'all bitches scream oh yeah (oh yeah) [Verse 3: Fabolous] It's the kid with the D. O. double G. After blowing 3-4 dubs of trees My eyes are below double g's After sipping pin-o bubbly skee-o rubbing me We'll probably go below publically I'm a coast to coast G I keep the toast to mostly For those who pose to closely (backup) Keep a piece in the vest that's how we ride From the north to the south to the east to the west [Hook: Fabolous] So my niggas (niggas) They get money (money) Throw your motherfucking hand in the air (in the air) And if you up on things and you don't give a fuck Let me hear y'all niggas scream oh yeah (oh yeah) And all my bitches (bitches) They get money (money) Throw your motherfucking hand in the air (in the air) And if you up on things and you don't give a fuck Let me hear y'all bitches scream oh yeah (oh yeah) Uh.. |
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from Fabolous - Street Dreams (2002)
[Fabolous talking]
Fabolous, yeah, uh-huh, uh-huh, yeah Yo, I don't care what y'all do, how y'all do Where y'all do it, just keep it gangsta Look at them gangstas [Verse 1] Fab's livin' la vida loca Only n**** in the hood you can come see for either weed or coca Nark's wanna see me and my team in a chair They heard about the kid with the high beams in his ear D.E.A been lookin' for proof since 9-3 When I came through in the Benz with the roof behind me Tell them jake's through on bullet proof's and find me You need extingwishers to go in the booth behind me Who the f*** wanna beef My Fendi knits be 3X so you can't see whats tucked underneath And I might not even drop Just take my advance and make a small town in Cleveland pop "Vivrant Thing" on my hip, that will make you "Breathe and Stop" Rock ya chain in ya shirt, your roll(Rollie) with the sleeve on top You n***** know where my heat stay at I leave n***** M I A and I ain't talkin where the Heat play at C'mon [Chorus] Y'all know who Keepin' it Gangsta We come through Keepin' it Gangsta Y'all know how we do Keepin' it Gangsta My whole crew Keepin' it Gangsta [Verse 2] N***** don't think I'm still shavin crack Cause I pull up in a truck with a system that make the pavement crack Baugettes have my face and beard covered And I keep a Leathal Weapon like Mel Gidson and Dan Glover Now I lose V money and C lo And the cops think me and Muggs is G money and Nino I don't hit these honey's with C-Notes Rather put them on Greyhound, Strap these honey's with kilo's Type of Gangsta every chick wants I get Nike's from Aster you won't see hit the store for 6 months Something bout the Beamer X5 When I come through it be increaseing a skeo's sex drive Half the click look like they struck Genisis up The other half is tryin to wrap they sentances up T'n never gone hate, half these artists never slum weight When they call NY, its the only time they touch the 7-1-8 [Chorus]1x [Verse 3] I lay low on the other side of the globe Carat's hangin out the side of my lobe Pull in ya drivers side and unload They find ya when its time for your ride to be towed On side of the road With ya brain on ya passenger side of ya Rove (Rover) Ya'll n***** ain't ain't gangstas til y'all ridin And Fed's tell ya hit a chick once and she runnin back like Fred Taylor I'm snatchin everything in the PJ's now Thats why most these n***** in workin with the D A now If I'm in a ride or a buggy coupe 5 Keepin' it Gangsta If I'm with a Hoochie freak or a dime in a Gucci sneaks Keepin' it Gangsta If I'm probally in the hood or I'm in Hollywood Keepibn' it Gangsta If I slit 16 on a track or 16 from a gat Keepin' it Gangsta [Chorus {till end}] |
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from Fabolous - Street Dreams (2003)
Yeah, yeah, this the moment they all been waiting for playboy
we here now, we in the house now, fa sho' check this out, I'm tired of playing games [Chorus: Jagged Edge] Girl I'd trade it all, money cars, and everything All, even give up my street dream All, anything to have you on my team All, babygirl I'd trade it all Diddy: Fabolous, talk to 'em [Verse 1: Fabolous] I assume I'm so into you, cuz even before we hit the bedroom I was friends wit you if they ask, I ain't got to say "whom?" in them interviews my sweet thing never believe the rumors, that been ain't true the fact I had numerous friends is true, but you was wify, could change me to a groom in a minute boo... maybe, my sense of humor gets into you but girl, they could make a perfume from the scent of you I wanna take you where it feel like June and December too so what you think about Cancun 'til the winter boo? I don't know what the other consumers you been with do I put a day aside, to go to Bloomy's and spend with you like any other man, I woulda zoom to the clinic too now I wanna see if me and my junior's identical a dude put a wound on the skin of you I swear to everything, that same afternoon, I'll be in the news feel me? [Chorus: repeat 2X w/ changes] [Verse 2: P. Diddy] come here girl, come and take a walk with me so I can take you places you don't often be C'mon ma, come and get lost with me as far as them other chicks, can't get them off of me everlastin', love in a whole 'nother fashion all I'm askin, is let me cash in cuz I'd give all the passion, all of the Sean John fashion in orderly fashion, perhaps when you figure out, exactly what Diddy 'bout cuz we could take this whole city out now who gon' stop us, who gon' knock us? top us, we can't find coppers to lock us Lear jets and choppers, love hella proper seperate the weak from the obso-lete, hard to keep, I got ya I rocked ya, word to Big Poppa, I got ya, yeah [Chorus] - repeat 2X Fab: What you want huh? Diddy: I'm ready to give this all up for you shorty get your mind right [Verse 3: Fabolous] Well this newcomer's known, to move with the seasons couple winter lodges, few summer homes I'm there for every "ooh", "um", and moan and make sure when the new Hummer roams, the shoes come in chrome I ain't new at buying white, yellow, and cucumber stones that send chills through a woman bones, but life gets gruesome alone, even though I got the kinda bread that won't matter if a few crumbs are blown flights, I done flew some alone, now I wanna wake up everyday with you in a new number zone Mama mia, it's you I'ma phone, just to erase all the negative views from your dome and I promise this fellas G, it's so gangsta it'll calm all that jealousy and drama you tellin me, so mama come yell at me so I can put the top down, and we can "Cruise/Cruz" like Tom and Penelope my charm is a felony....... [Chorus] - repeat to fade Diddy: Fabolous, Diddy, Desert Storm, we rock on, and rock on |
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| from Barber Shop (우리 동네 이발소에 무슨 일이) by Terence Blanchard [ost] (2003) | |||||
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from Fabolous - Ghetto Fabolous (2001)
[Fabolous talking]
Fabolous, Jagged Edge, don't be fool, I'd rather have you ma' Than everything, I'd give it all, just for you, yeah You're the one baby girl, I've never been so sure Your skin's so pure, the type men go for The type I drive the Benz slow for The type I be beepin the horn, rollin down the windows for Never been no whore So to get you in closed doors, I buy you everything in those stores This, that, and those yours As long as Fabolous the only one you let that grin show for You ain't gotta spend no more, I'm a put a rock on your hand You ain't gotta say "we just friends" no more I shine, you shine, it never been no flaws I ain't like most who just wanna get in those drawers 'Cause every king need a queen And with me and you girl I ain't tryna let a thing in between It ain't a thing, nahmean, chicks hate, show 'em the ring and the green And let your middle finger be seen, it's on [Chorus - Jagged Edge] Girl I'd trade it all, money, cars and everything All, even give up my street dream (my dream) All, anything to have you on my team (I don't care baby) All, baby girl I'd trade it all (I'd trade it, yeah) Even give up my good green All, and I'd give the watch and pinky ring (oh yeah) All, anything to have you on my team All, baby girl I'd trade it all [Fabolous] Uh, don't front ma', you know the way I ball's to pick and roll Like Stockton and Malone when we play the mall I be goin out my way to call 'Cause I love the way your hips make your jeans seem like they too small Them see-through tops with your titties exposed When you kick off them shoes there ain't bitty whose toes as pretty as those That blonde hair look good, straight down, bun or the braids And I ain't gon' talk about them light-browns under your shades Bust right, thus tight Got a thick set of thighs and struts like......uh Yo' the game taught this brother to mack But I think I slipped when I saw them full lips covered with Mac You got everything that others would lack Along with the F-A, B-O, L-O, U-S Your patience I personally admire 'Cause I started out a player now I'm 'bout to have my jersey retired, for real [Chorus] There ain't no "mights" or "maybe" I done did wrong, so I'm a make sure it's right for my baby You know how tight that my day be And how long and stressin them flights to L.A. be Ain't no rumor gon' get back to your friends Before I let a nigga disrespect you I be back in the pen Front to back you a ten You got me thinkin 'bout puttin a car seat in back of the Benz, uh [Chorus] x 3 |
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from Fabolous - Ghetto Fabolous (2001)
[Fabolous talking]
Fabolous, Jagged Edge, don't be fool, I'd rather have you ma' Than everything, I'd give it all, just for you, yeah You're the one baby girl, I've never been so sure Your skin's so pure, the type men go for The type I drive the Benz slow for The type I be beepin the horn, rollin down the windows for Never been no whore So to get you in closed doors, I buy you everything in those stores This, that, and those yours As long as Fabolous the only one you let that grin show for You ain't gotta spend no more, I'm a put a rock on your hand You ain't gotta say "we just friends" no more I shine, you shine, it never been no flaws I ain't like most who just wanna get in those drawers 'Cause every king need a queen And with me and you girl I ain't tryna let a thing in between It ain't a thing, nahmean, chicks hate, show 'em the ring and the green And let your middle finger be seen, it's on [Chorus - Jagged Edge] Girl I'd trade it all, money, cars and everything All, even give up my street dream (my dream) All, anything to have you on my team (I don't care baby) All, baby girl I'd trade it all (I'd trade it, yeah) Even give up my good green All, and I'd give the watch and pinky ring (oh yeah) All, anything to have you on my team All, baby girl I'd trade it all [Fabolous] Uh, don't front ma', you know the way I ball's to pick and roll Like Stockton and Malone when we play the mall I be goin out my way to call 'Cause I love the way your hips make your jeans seem like they too small Them see-through tops with your titties exposed When you kick off them shoes there ain't bitty whose toes as pretty as those That blonde hair look good, straight down, bun or the braids And I ain't gon' talk about them light-browns under your shades Bust right, thus tight Got a thick set of thighs and struts like......uh Yo' the game taught this brother to mack But I think I slipped when I saw them full lips covered with Mac You got everything that others would lack Along with the F-A, B-O, L-O, U-S Your patience I personally admire 'Cause I started out a player now I'm 'bout to have my jersey retired, for real [Chorus] There ain't no "mights" or "maybe" I done did wrong, so I'm a make sure it's right for my baby You know how tight that my day be And how long and stressin them flights to L.A. be Ain't no rumor gon' get back to your friends Before I let a nigga disrespect you I be back in the pen Front to back you a ten You got me thinkin 'bout puttin a car seat in back of the Benz, uh [Chorus] x 3 |
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from Fabolous - There Is No Competition 2: The Grieving Music Mixtape [Explicit Version] (2010)
I don't know if I love ya
Or I just wanna fuck ya Either way you're goin' down Tonight, tonight I don't know if I love ya Or I just wanna fuck ya Either way you're goin' down Tonight, tonight Ya daddy wanna girl to go down Damn I think I love her ass so round Skin so soft and her hair so long First I go deep then I go long Homie Mackavile I'll be thuggin' on them hoes Red bottom heals she got blood on her toes I was like, "Damn where you from? What's your name?" You the one I'm reppin', got it swingin' on the chain Seven one otro, we don't do popo Come to my town, you can fuck with me and Loso It'll go down (Down, down) I'm a pop a cherry way before we hit the teley (I was like) I don't know if I love ya Or I just wanna fuck ya Either way you're goin' down Tonight, tonight I don't know if I love ya Or I just wanna fuck ya Either way you're goin' down Tonight, tonight Look I don't know how I fell in love so fiddast Bet I'm gon' kill it from the back that ass Yeah I'm funeral, I am on a killin' spree Bitches can't get in touch, still feelin' me Always on the I chat, I stay on the phone They be at my neck-like when I spray on cologne Never said I love ya, okay now come on Don't listen to anythin' I stay on patron Where's that on your own student lawn college chick? You can give me brain when I'm free scholarship If you had me open on the head hollow tip I'm a spend a couple bucks, god damn love sucks, nice I don't know if I love ya Or I just wanna fuck ya Either way you're goin' down Tonight, tonight I don't know if I love ya Or I just wanna fuck ya Either way you're goin' down Tonight, tonight |
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from Fabolous - Real Talk (2004)
[scratched] "tit - tit tat"
[Intro - Fabolous (Pharrell)] Uh! (hah! hah! hah! hah-hah!) Uh! (hah! hah! hah! hah-hah!) Uh! (hah! hah! hah! hah-hah!) It's my world! (hah! hah! hah! hah-hah!) Ya heard?! (hah! hah! hah! hah-hah!) Real Talk pha-real, ask my nigga Pharrell, ya heard?! Haha! [Verse - Fabolous] You see I do's what I choose on shiny twenty-two's Be's what I please in brand new Bentleys That's right stupid! Soon as they couped it, I went and scooped it Now I'm on the move, on the move Running the City, something like Diddy At 150, wit the gun and the cd (wow!) Niggaz who be hunting for biddies Never seen nothing this pretty, and they lying if they say they do They bring the playa through like they bring the mayor through They know the way I do is what the AK'll do Listen here we can disappear for a day or two Bet you come back smiling like Mase, c'mon! Like Case say 'Touch Me, Tease Me' But the Top Dawg tell her it must be easy I'm in the white cut E-Veezy Ashton Cuts be freezy, it must be easy! [Chorus - Pharrell Williams] See I ain't keep going tit for tat your ass ma If your ass ain't talking right Well you can stop acting boughie, asking for sushi If fucking ain't your plans tonight, ya hear me?! See I ain't keep going tit for tat your ass ma If your ass ain't talking right You can go back to being groupie in your Dapper Dan Gucci If fucking ain't your plans tonight, ya hear me?! [Fabolous] Girl move it like! Girl move it like! Girl move it like! Girl move it like. [Verse - Fabolous] You see I bop to the beat of the streets since I was born Move like they would in the hood until I'm gone The girls know my paper denim, keep paper in em As soon as they change the shapes I'm in em The BAPEs they send em wit snake skin in em To the kid in the city wit the scrapers in em (Nowww!) I move to left like.. then I move to the right like They follow the need to follow my lead Do the do then swallow my seed, like You can leave the spot you cramped in Live in the Hamptons like a champion Refuse to choose the, use the loser Don't let the hydro moves confuse ya And pass on a stunner to go wit a fronter If you wanna do the kick it then go wit a punter [Chorus] [Verse - Fabolous] You see the white's so bright it's hard to be polite The yellow's so mellow I have to act ghetto Hello, my name is - fuck that! I'm famous Y'all ain't the same as, F-a to the B I don't know what it be, baby girl could it be You ain't see how good it be rolling wit me? Like - get me on or get me gone It's at least 22's that they sit me on I'm in the Ice Cream shoes, nice gleam too Crack the button up so the ice beam through You could wake up wit regrets, or wake up in a jet Fixing you hairdo in a Jacob wit baguettes girl [Chorus] [Outro - ad-libs] [scratched] "tit - tit tat" |
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from Fabolous - Real Talk (2004)
[scratched] "tit - tit tat"
[Intro - Fabolous (Pharrell)] Uh! (hah! hah! hah! hah-hah!) Uh! (hah! hah! hah! hah-hah!) Uh! (hah! hah! hah! hah-hah!) It's my world! (hah! hah! hah! hah-hah!) Ya heard?! (hah! hah! hah! hah-hah!) Real Talk pha-real, ask my nigga Pharrell, ya heard?! Haha! [Verse - Fabolous] You see I do's what I choose on shiny twenty-two's Be's what I please in brand new Bentleys That's right stupid! Soon as they couped it, I went and scooped it Now I'm on the move, on the move Running the City, something like Diddy At 150, wit the gun and the cd (wow!) Niggaz who be hunting for biddies Never seen nothing this pretty, and they lying if they say they do They bring the playa through like they bring the mayor through They know the way I do is what the AK'll do Listen here we can disappear for a day or two Bet you come back smiling like Mase, c'mon! Like Case say 'Touch Me, Tease Me' But the Top Dawg tell her it must be easy I'm in the white cut E-Veezy Ashton Cuts be freezy, it must be easy! [Chorus - Pharrell Williams] See I ain't keep going tit for tat your ass ma If your ass ain't talking right Well you can stop acting boughie, asking for sushi If fucking ain't your plans tonight, ya hear me?! See I ain't keep going tit for tat your ass ma If your ass ain't talking right You can go back to being groupie in your Dapper Dan Gucci If fucking ain't your plans tonight, ya hear me?! [Fabolous] Girl move it like! Girl move it like! Girl move it like! Girl move it like. [Verse - Fabolous] You see I bop to the beat of the streets since I was born Move like they would in the hood until I'm gone The girls know my paper denim, keep paper in em As soon as they change the shapes I'm in em The BAPEs they send em wit snake skin in em To the kid in the city wit the scrapers in em (Nowww!) I move to left like.. then I move to the right like They follow the need to follow my lead Do the do then swallow my seed, like You can leave the spot you cramped in Live in the Hamptons like a champion Refuse to choose the, use the loser Don't let the hydro moves confuse ya And pass on a stunner to go wit a fronter If you wanna do the kick it then go wit a punter [Chorus] [Verse - Fabolous] You see the white's so bright it's hard to be polite The yellow's so mellow I have to act ghetto Hello, my name is - fuck that! I'm famous Y'all ain't the same as, F-a to the B I don't know what it be, baby girl could it be You ain't see how good it be rolling wit me? Like - get me on or get me gone It's at least 22's that they sit me on I'm in the Ice Cream shoes, nice gleam too Crack the button up so the ice beam through You could wake up wit regrets, or wake up in a jet Fixing you hairdo in a Jacob wit baguettes girl [Chorus] [Outro - ad-libs] [scratched] "tit - tit tat" |
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from Fabolous - Throw It In The Bag [single] (2009)
[Verse 1:] ~The-Dream~
Now I know you ain't over there starin at my girl Yea I know you aint over there starin at my girl Nigga I know you dont call yourself hollarin at my girl I know you dont call yourself holarin at my girl Keepin tha batonLouie vuttion Gucci down to her feetYup just like me. I'm the one with them ones. Fuck the price on the tag Just throw it in the bag. [Chorus:]~ The-Dream~ Un-huh un-huh un-huh Just throw it in the bag Un-huh un-huh un-huh Just throw it in the bag [Verse 2:] ~Fabolous~ Look at price tags Where they do that at Heard that in ATL When you in ATL Just ask my baby girl I treat my lady well Ain´t nothin soso But I know JD Well We in a benzes black white gray C.L. Got niggas askin did we miss a Mercedes sell? Shit I wish he wasbut Even though he wasn't We still doing yo nuts and have a dozen The keep that Gucci and that Louie on my laby l´s That's the way we feel Must be nice man You wit the right man You ain't gotta price scan or ask how much Now what I look like Son I'm from Brooklin what it look like You get it cause I got it I got it so you get it Do like Luke say dont stop get it get it Mami do the speedie Daddy do tha duffle Bag full of chips We aint talkin ruffles [Chorus: The-Dream] Un-huh un-huh un-huh just throw it in the bag Un-huh un-huh un-huh Just throw it in the bag Un-huh un-huh un-huh just throw it in the bag Un-huh un-huh un-huh Just throw it in the bag [Verse 3: Fabolous] See I know what Im'a tell her The same thing that the bankrobber told the teller Just throw it in the bag That's the way it suppose to be A real nigga posed to help you out with the groceries Just throw it in the bag Paper or plastic its safer to ask it So dent that nigga I will pay for the casket That Remy ma got him spittin' plenty bars Broke ass nigga couldn't buy the mini bar So get with Loso He ain't got to no so Such a gentlemen dozen bottles of that rose mo Oh you gotta men well u need a wit-u-one Meet me in the parking lot the place ade get u one Meet me at the register I'm there on the regular These niggas price checkin' You can help them in a second As we proceed to give you what you need Like we bringin' down the weed Just throw it in the bag [Chorus:] ~The-Dream~ Un-huh un-huh un-huh just throw it in the bag Un-huh un-huh un-huh Just throw it in the bag Un-huh un-huh un-huh just throw it in the bag Un-huh un-huh un-huh Just throw it in the bag [Bridge:] ~Fabolous~ Everybody do the throw it in the bag Ay do the Throw it in the bag Everybody do the throw it in the bag Ay do the Throw it in the bag Everybody do the throw it in the bag Ay do the Throw it in the bag [Chorus:] ~The-Dream~ Un-huh un-huh un-huh Just throw it in the bag Un-huh un-huh un-huh Just throw it in the bag Un-huh un-huh un-huh Just throw it in the bag Un-huh un-huh un-huh Just throw it in the bag |
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from Fabolous - Loso`s Way (2009)
[Verse 1:] ~The-Dream~
Now I know you ain't over there starin at my girl Yea I know you aint over there starin at my girl Nigga I know you dont call yourself hollarin at my girl I know you dont call yourself holarin at my girl Keepin tha batonLouie vuttion Gucci down to her feetYup just like me. I'm the one with them ones. Fuck the price on the tag Just throw it in the bag. [Chorus:]~ The-Dream~ Un-huh un-huh un-huh Just throw it in the bag Un-huh un-huh un-huh Just throw it in the bag [Verse 2:] ~Fabolous~ Look at price tags Where they do that at Heard that in ATL When you in ATL Just ask my baby girl I treat my lady well Ain´t nothin soso But I know JD Well We in a benzes black white gray C.L. Got niggas askin did we miss a Mercedes sell? Shit I wish he wasbut Even though he wasn't We still doing yo nuts and have a dozen The keep that Gucci and that Louie on my laby l´s That's the way we feel Must be nice man You wit the right man You ain't gotta price scan or ask how much Now what I look like Son I'm from Brooklin what it look like You get it cause I got it I got it so you get it Do like Luke say dont stop get it get it Mami do the speedie Daddy do tha duffle Bag full of chips We aint talkin ruffles [Chorus: The-Dream] Un-huh un-huh un-huh just throw it in the bag Un-huh un-huh un-huh Just throw it in the bag Un-huh un-huh un-huh just throw it in the bag Un-huh un-huh un-huh Just throw it in the bag [Verse 3: Fabolous] See I know what Im'a tell her The same thing that the bankrobber told the teller Just throw it in the bag That's the way it suppose to be A real nigga posed to help you out with the groceries Just throw it in the bag Paper or plastic its safer to ask it So dent that nigga I will pay for the casket That Remy ma got him spittin' plenty bars Broke ass nigga couldn't buy the mini bar So get with Loso He ain't got to no so Such a gentlemen dozen bottles of that rose mo Oh you gotta men well u need a wit-u-one Meet me in the parking lot the place ade get u one Meet me at the register I'm there on the regular These niggas price checkin' You can help them in a second As we proceed to give you what you need Like we bringin' down the weed Just throw it in the bag [Chorus:] ~The-Dream~ Un-huh un-huh un-huh just throw it in the bag Un-huh un-huh un-huh Just throw it in the bag Un-huh un-huh un-huh just throw it in the bag Un-huh un-huh un-huh Just throw it in the bag [Bridge:] ~Fabolous~ Everybody do the throw it in the bag Ay do the Throw it in the bag Everybody do the throw it in the bag Ay do the Throw it in the bag Everybody do the throw it in the bag Ay do the Throw it in the bag [Chorus:] ~The-Dream~ Un-huh un-huh un-huh Just throw it in the bag Un-huh un-huh un-huh Just throw it in the bag Un-huh un-huh un-huh Just throw it in the bag Un-huh un-huh un-huh Just throw it in the bag |
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from Fabolous - Street Dreams (2002)
Dont try to fuck wit me yall Cause you cant Uhh, I stay way ahead of the game Ya know, Catch me if you can nigga Uhh, Haha [Verse 1] Throwback this, Throwback that It aint where you from its where you wear ya throwback at I rock the Reds Pete Rose when I'm in the 'Natti And 4X, You cant see the semi-automatti When I'm in the Chi' you think they aint that shocked To see the kid roll through in the St. Pats Socks So pull out the Chicago and the script to wear on Soul Train The Bulls, When Mike had hair and a gold chain I get the Spirit in St. Louis, How could the god lose I do back flips in the Ozzie Cardinals They love me in Cleveland, Everytime I travel there I'm in the Indians or that Cavaliers When I hit Minnesota, That kid from Brooklyn wear The Vikings or the Timberwolves from Garnett's rookie year And in Milwaukee I had to pimp it and go back 20 years with the Bucks and Brewers throw backs [Chorus] Throwback this, Throwback that They even look better with the matching hat All you gotta check is the players stats It aint where you for its where you wear ya throwback at Throwback this, Throwback that They even look better with the matching hat All you gotta check is the players stats It aint where you for its where you wear ya throwback at [Verse 2] I might charge through San Diego with the bolts on my shoulder Rock the Trailblazer warm-up, Cause Portland gets colder And even the pimps be jealous When I'm in the floor seat at the Forum in the M.P.L.S. And they be askin' what teams on the kid chest This the Rams before they moved to the Midwest When I'm in the Bay with it, I dont play with i |
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from Fabolous - Street Dreams (2003)
Dont try to fuck wit me yall Cause you cant Uhh, I stay way ahead of the game Ya know, Catch me if you can nigga Uhh, Haha [Verse 1] Throwback this, Throwback that It aint where you from its where you wear ya throwback at I rock the Reds Pete Rose when I'm in the 'Natti And 4X, You cant see the semi-automatti When I'm in the Chi' you think they aint that shocked To see the kid roll through in the St. Pats Socks So pull out the Chicago and the script to wear on Soul Train The Bulls, When Mike had hair and a gold chain I get the Spirit in St. Louis, How could the god lose I do back flips in the Ozzie Cardinals They love me in Cleveland, Everytime I travel there I'm in the Indians or that Cavaliers When I hit Minnesota, That kid from Brooklyn wear The Vikings or the Timberwolves from Garnett's rookie year And in Milwaukee I had to pimp it and go back 20 years with the Bucks and Brewers throw backs [Chorus] Throwback this, Throwback that They even look better with the matching hat All you gotta check is the players stats It aint where you for its where you wear ya throwback at Throwback this, Throwback that They even look better with the matching hat All you gotta check is the players stats It aint where you for its where you wear ya throwback at [Verse 2] I might charge through San Diego with the bolts on my shoulder Rock the Trailblazer warm-up, Cause Portland gets colder And even the pimps be jealous When I'm in the floor seat at the Forum in the M.P.L.S. And they be askin' what teams on the kid chest This the Rams before they moved to the Midwest When I'm in the Bay with it, I dont play with i |
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from Fabolous - Street Dreams (2003)
Dont try to fuck wit me yall Cause you cant Uhh, I stay way ahead of the game Ya know, Catch me if you can nigga Uhh, Haha [Verse 1] Throwback this, Throwback that It aint where you from its where you wear ya throwback at I rock the Reds Pete Rose when I'm in the 'Natti And 4X, You cant see the semi-automatti When I'm in the Chi' you think they aint that shocked To see the kid roll through in the St. Pats Socks So pull out the Chicago and the script to wear on Soul Train The Bulls, When Mike had hair and a gold chain I get the Spirit in St. Louis, How could the god lose I do back flips in the Ozzie Cardinals They love me in Cleveland, Everytime I travel there I'm in the Indians or that Cavaliers When I hit Minnesota, That kid from Brooklyn wear The Vikings or the Timberwolves from Garnett's rookie year And in Milwaukee I had to pimp it and go back 20 years with the Bucks and Brewers throw backs [Chorus] Throwback this, Throwback that They even look better with the matching hat All you gotta check is the players stats It aint where you for its where you wear ya throwback at Throwback this, Throwback that They even look better with the matching hat All you gotta check is the players stats It aint where you for its where you wear ya throwback at [Verse 2] I might charge through San Diego with the bolts on my shoulder Rock the Trailblazer warm-up, Cause Portland gets colder And even the pimps be jealous When I'm in the floor seat at the Forum in the M.P.L.S. And they be askin' what teams on the kid chest This the Rams before they moved to the Midwest When I'm in the Bay with it, I dont play with i |
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from Fabolous - Street Dreams (2002)
(intro: fabolous)
hey-hey-hey-yo (3x) F-A-B Hey-hey-hey-yo (2x) F-A-B Hey-hey-hey-yo (2x) (verse: fabolous) aint no tellin what this hip lowered do to me im feelin like i can do what i want now dip-low immunity shorty! just shake you hips slow and move wit me take a hit a this a sip slow and thoroughly youre sneakin out on you man tip-toein to the V cause i know you got him whipped though like wannabe lets put on a live strip show just you and me but girl, im lookin at them lips tough like who is he? they aint never seen a whip, clothes or jewelry so when i ask you "you wanna leave the zip-code?" say "sure" and be me We gon' party, till we laid in graves Sweat out our doobie braids and waves Then scream "hey-hey-hey yo" That groupie made her wait Cause when she seen the whips and chains She started talking 'bout she ready to be made a slave, c'mon (chorus 2: fabolous (2X) this is my party so get fly if you want to get high if you want to cause i know you want to put your hands up as high as you want to and if it feels good scream "hey-hey-hey-yo" (verse: fabolous) i dont know about yall but we doin it over here all the glasses got liquid that brewin it over here cigars got somethin sticky thats glueing it over here ladies movin it over there movin it over here i can fit a few ina rovers rear we havin a good time dont ruin it overs this you see why we asks is to see ID cuase girls will do anything for some VIP access Me i relax this (easy) cause im used to ballin you could tell that these guys need practice but if it was a problem then i would confront you you saying "over" bet ya i say "you want to" but a pitcher that probably slugs, pitches and talk a put i ride wit the top down and switch to the top-up look would youi believe most these bitches go bop up shook their asses pokin out like them picture in pop up book (chorus 2) (verse fabolous) oh yeah! wes off the richter scale hate will get you, put in coffins quick as hell if the ladies would show it off and thick as hell for my hustlers knockin off them bricks as well and everybody, up north thats sick in jail i probably fell yall send you all of the flicks in the mail the street family speed off six SL's to all them chicks at yale " hey-hey-hey-yo" shake your glasses back and forth to mix it well shake your asses back and forth as fast as hell and just from lookin at them thighs from the front view girl i know that these guys say they want you if i wake up in the sand clothes from yesterday same hoes from yesterday lightin clips to the same dro from yesterday her hangovers yesterday you aint mistaken we in benzs today but we had them range rovers yesterday (chorus 2) (ourtro: fabolous (to fade) hey-hey-hey-yo....... hey-hey-hey-yo....... |
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from Fabolous - This Is My Party [ep] (2002)
(intro: fabolous)
hey-hey-hey-yo (3x) F-A-B Hey-hey-hey-yo (2x) F-A-B Hey-hey-hey-yo (2x) (verse: fabolous) aint no tellin what this hip lowered do to me im feelin like i can do what i want now dip-low immunity shorty! just shake you hips slow and move wit me take a hit a this a sip slow and thoroughly youre sneakin out on you man tip-toein to the V cause i know you got him whipped though like wannabe lets put on a live strip show just you and me but girl, im lookin at them lips tough like who is he? they aint never seen a whip, clothes or jewelry so when i ask you "you wanna leave the zip-code?" say "sure" and be me We gon' party, till we laid in graves Sweat out our doobie braids and waves Then scream "hey-hey-hey yo" That groupie made her wait Cause when she seen the whips and chains She started talking 'bout she ready to be made a slave, c'mon (chorus 2: fabolous (2X) this is my party so get fly if you want to get high if you want to cause i know you want to put your hands up as high as you want to and if it feels good scream "hey-hey-hey-yo" (verse: fabolous) i dont know about yall but we doin it over here all the glasses got liquid that brewin it over here cigars got somethin sticky thats glueing it over here ladies movin it over there movin it over here i can fit a few ina rovers rear we havin a good time dont ruin it overs this you see why we asks is to see ID cuase girls will do anything for some VIP access Me i relax this (easy) cause im used to ballin you could tell that these guys need practice but if it was a problem then i would confront you you saying "over" bet ya i say "you want to" but a pitcher that probably slugs, pitches and talk a put i ride wit the top down and switch to the top-up look would youi believe most these bitches go bop up shook their asses pokin out like them picture in pop up book (chorus 2) (verse fabolous) oh yeah! wes off the richter scale hate will get you, put in coffins quick as hell if the ladies would show it off and thick as hell for my hustlers knockin off them bricks as well and everybody, up north thats sick in jail i probably fell yall send you all of the flicks in the mail the street family speed off six SL's to all them chicks at yale " hey-hey-hey-yo" shake your glasses back and forth to mix it well shake your asses back and forth as fast as hell and just from lookin at them thighs from the front view girl i know that these guys say they want you if i wake up in the sand clothes from yesterday same hoes from yesterday lightin clips to the same dro from yesterday her hangovers yesterday you aint mistaken we in benzs today but we had them range rovers yesterday (chorus 2) (ourtro: fabolous (to fade) hey-hey-hey-yo....... hey-hey-hey-yo....... |
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from Fabolous - Street Dreams (2003)
(intro: fabolous)
hey-hey-hey-yo (3x) F-A-B Hey-hey-hey-yo (2x) F-A-B Hey-hey-hey-yo (2x) (verse: fabolous) aint no tellin what this hip lowered do to me im feelin like i can do what i want now dip-low immunity shorty! just shake you hips slow and move wit me take a hit a this a sip slow and thoroughly youre sneakin out on you man tip-toein to the V cause i know you got him whipped though like wannabe lets put on a live strip show just you and me but girl, im lookin at them lips tough like who is he? they aint never seen a whip, clothes or jewelry so when i ask you "you wanna leave the zip-code?" say "sure" and be me We gon' party, till we laid in graves Sweat out our doobie braids and waves Then scream "hey-hey-hey yo" That groupie made her wait Cause when she seen the whips and chains She started talking 'bout she ready to be made a slave, c'mon (chorus 2: fabolous (2X) this is my party so get fly if you want to get high if you want to cause i know you want to put your hands up as high as you want to and if it feels good scream "hey-hey-hey-yo" (verse: fabolous) i dont know about yall but we doin it over here all the glasses got liquid that brewin it over here cigars got somethin sticky thats glueing it over here ladies movin it over there movin it over here i can fit a few ina rovers rear we havin a good time dont ruin it overs this you see why we asks is to see ID cuase girls will do anything for some VIP access Me i relax this (easy) cause im used to ballin you could tell that these guys need practice but if it was a problem then i would confront you you saying "over" bet ya i say "you want to" but a pitcher that probably slugs, pitches and talk a put i ride wit the top down and switch to the top-up look would youi believe most these bitches go bop up shook their asses pokin out like them picture in pop up book (chorus 2) (verse fabolous) oh yeah! wes off the richter scale hate will get you, put in coffins quick as hell if the ladies would show it off and thick as hell for my hustlers knockin off them bricks as well and everybody, up north thats sick in jail i probably fell yall send you all of the flicks in the mail the street family speed off six SL's to all them chicks at yale " hey-hey-hey-yo" shake your glasses back and forth to mix it well shake your asses back and forth as fast as hell and just from lookin at them thighs from the front view girl i know that these guys say they want you if i wake up in the sand clothes from yesterday same hoes from yesterday lightin clips to the same dro from yesterday her hangovers yesterday you aint mistaken we in benzs today but we had them range rovers yesterday (chorus 2) (ourtro: fabolous (to fade) hey-hey-hey-yo....... hey-hey-hey-yo....... |
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from Fabolous - Street Dreams (2003)
(intro: fabolous)
hey-hey-hey-yo (3x) F-A-B Hey-hey-hey-yo (2x) F-A-B Hey-hey-hey-yo (2x) (verse: fabolous) aint no tellin what this hip lowered do to me im feelin like i can do what i want now dip-low immunity shorty! just shake you hips slow and move wit me take a hit a this a sip slow and thoroughly youre sneakin out on you man tip-toein to the V cause i know you got him whipped though like wannabe lets put on a live strip show just you and me but girl, im lookin at them lips tough like who is he? they aint never seen a whip, clothes or jewelry so when i ask you "you wanna leave the zip-code?" say "sure" and be me We gon' party, till we laid in graves Sweat out our doobie braids and waves Then scream "hey-hey-hey yo" That groupie made her wait Cause when she seen the whips and chains She started talking 'bout she ready to be made a slave, c'mon (chorus 2: fabolous (2X) this is my party so get fly if you want to get high if you want to cause i know you want to put your hands up as high as you want to and if it feels good scream "hey-hey-hey-yo" (verse: fabolous) i dont know about yall but we doin it over here all the glasses got liquid that brewin it over here cigars got somethin sticky thats glueing it over here ladies movin it over there movin it over here i can fit a few ina rovers rear we havin a good time dont ruin it overs this you see why we asks is to see ID cuase girls will do anything for some VIP access Me i relax this (easy) cause im used to ballin you could tell that these guys need practice but if it was a problem then i would confront you you saying "over" bet ya i say "you want to" but a pitcher that probably slugs, pitches and talk a put i ride wit the top down and switch to the top-up look would youi believe most these bitches go bop up shook their asses pokin out like them picture in pop up book (chorus 2) (verse fabolous) oh yeah! wes off the richter scale hate will get you, put in coffins quick as hell if the ladies would show it off and thick as hell for my hustlers knockin off them bricks as well and everybody, up north thats sick in jail i probably fell yall send you all of the flicks in the mail the street family speed off six SL's to all them chicks at yale " hey-hey-hey-yo" shake your glasses back and forth to mix it well shake your asses back and forth as fast as hell and just from lookin at them thighs from the front view girl i know that these guys say they want you if i wake up in the sand clothes from yesterday same hoes from yesterday lightin clips to the same dro from yesterday her hangovers yesterday you aint mistaken we in benzs today but we had them range rovers yesterday (chorus 2) (ourtro: fabolous (to fade) hey-hey-hey-yo....... hey-hey-hey-yo....... |
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from Fabolous 4집 - From Nothin' To Somethin' (2007)
(feat. Paul Cain, Freck Billionaire, Red Cafe, Joe Budden & Ransom)
[Ransom:] Where the f**k's all these niggas saying Ran' isn't hot I damage the block I scramble like Randall with rocks I'm that nigga in the gambling spot Cracking jokes and drinking liquor You still gotta hand me your watch I'm in the kitchen with the pans and the pots Razor on the plate, trying to figure out how many grams I'm a chop Family or not, some niggas making plans with the cops Trying to figure how to make this animal stop Who these niggas trying to take down Break down, tray pound, eight rounds He ain't feeling nothing from the waist down Hit up, lit up, he never gonna get up There's only one legend alive The rest you gotta dig up You acting like it's hard roast ya I'll creep in your crib, and put your brains on your Barkley posters Got no time to be boxing around I got the ox and the pound I'll leave you in the box in the ground Got the keys to the game, and we locking this down Underwater with the sharks, and we not gonna drown Got the order from the narcs, they still watching the town I'm copping a pound They ain't no stopping us now, my nigga [Freck Billionaire:] Ya clip trip, clip spit Get your strip wet I got the rubber grip Smith and my rich sweats Player haters talking 'bout they gonna get Freck I'm in the Lamb' sunk lower than the shipwreck They call me bar-for-bar 'cause I spit the better lines The white bitch got rich like Federline F**k a g-pack, I'll show you how to read crack You get it soft and then you rock it like T-Mac The weed good price, plus it smoke speci Three thousand full pound of some Dro pesci Y'all niggas only talkers I'll let my homies spark ya We in the spurs, that's faster than Tony Parker This is family nigga don't ever cross my brother Like Big Worm, niggas rather cross their mother Mention names in my family tree This nigga talking crazy like insanity plea I, swear to god, the next nigga I give it to Is going to a place FedEx can't deliver to I'm West Philly Freck, yeah I get dirty I'm the best, hands down, like six-thirty [Paul Cain:] Look Like Michael J. Fox, I got +Family Ties+ Posing us can't be wise Swept across the family dies Something small as a look, can bring about a man's demise And whoever he stands beside, hit him where he can't survive Throw the drop, or slip an object, if not then missing Nine shot, pop a clip in, pine box the opposition Put him in formal dress, right hand across the left No autopsy necessary, determined the cause of death Six shots across the chest should explain his loss of breath Skin peeled off your flesh, I know you wish you wore a vest That's a no brainer, I'm coming with both flamers I'll spray 'em, but I'm no painter To this here, I'm no stranger It's obvious you no bangers You dudes pose no danger Your whole crew chumps, in the closet like coat hangers Like purple broke up in the dutch Leave you broke up on a crush That's what happens when shooters choke up in the clutch We gonna body you, and have to hook your wife to an I.V. too Put both of your parents side by side in I.C.U (everybody lose) Closed casket so they can't have a proper wake Don't interfere with family business, that's how we operate [Joe Budden:] Yo Niggas is letting birds turn the tables on they squad Need help with a jump, got some cables in the car Cause they all become nondescript When something bright is on your wrist Like you repping the bionic six Who wanna fire, when guns fire, your lungs tire I'm an idol, niggas is Sanjaya, now who wanna try us That four-five will spit I'll slump you in the driver seat And make you really ghost ride the whip It's real talk, shade niggas couldn't get a tan from me Cause I get in the ring for that Vince McMahon money Soon as his un-tuck BAM Talking about you touch grams I'm coming through your window something like +Brother Man+ It's just who we are If I see yar, it's E.R Vacay in D.R., shirt and jeans, g-star Tell me how they gonna manage Letting off Virgina Tech's now, dudes ain't even safe on campus Gotta spaz on cowards Every twenty-four, every half-hour Niggas be trying to be Jack Bauer So let fam' keep talking You gonna need a +Weekend At Bernie's+ If you trying to see a +Dead Man Walking+ [Red Cafe:] I guess it's left to me, the popcorn slinger, to pop off nigga Callouses on my pop finger, pop off nigga Pop through, throw the drop, kick the lock off dump 'Fore them bodies drop out, six glocks in the trunk Chef boy supplying, whip whop is drying When they move that, more whip whop arriving And my connect from Phoenix, the connect named Phoenix Still Keep the iron like my right hand anemic For for the family, I'll be squeezing, no reason Blood work, nobody leaving this bitch breathing Niggas on the low, kidnapped my flow Coulda asked for it, I woulda gift wrapped my flow Don't gotta ask for it, I'm gonna sit back the fo' Flip it around, let the handle crack ya jaw Eastside, Westside, I'll be in my Converse This a convict rapping, It's a con's verse Arm & Hammer mis-man, 'Los, Joey, or Ris-am All they gotta do is chirp And them things are gonna blis-am Shake down, fiz-am Straight from the Brooklyn borough that never riz-an Block-ay block-ay [Fabolous:] Now if they get me on wire traces I'm gonna die in comstaat I got prior cases from riding with firearms cocked Fire bomb box, set up by your mom's block Go off on time, 'cause it's wired by alarm clock I get his legs, you grab him by arms ock We gonna go this liar harm while his crying moms watch Last seen in Brooklyn, they found in a Bronx lot Rifles on the roof, yeah we got him by a long shot We don't fire warning shots, niggas fire on swat And if they get me, Brooklyn gonna riot on spot I'm from the hood, so I'm supplying bomb rock 'Round here that's better than buying Viacom stock Look, you can't hold nothing, but I got a shell to give I'll make his relative show me where the fella live Ain't that his baby sis', get up in this Mayby' miss Before I pull this curb and start swerving like Baby sis If he heard yet, bet that get the word buzzing You send a message when you kill a nigga third cousin Niece, nephew, they gonna need Tef' too This'll a go in and out they chest like a breath do You Clay Aiken-soft You playing games until this red light's on ya It's like the Playstation's off Smith & Wesson work, Luger nine labor Professional shit like they did me on majors This is family nigga, do not cross the brothers I'll put you in the box, one hand across the other A small price to pay, son, it might cost your mother One of your grandparents, even your baby brother Cause everybody knows, everybody goes I want them in coffins, everybody's closed Related by the streets, this is family beef So better not touch a branch on this family tree Nigga |
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from Fabolous - Loso`s Way (2009)
[Hook: Red Cafe]
I'm so fly, so fly You might see a nigga if you look up in the sky like There he go, (there he go), there he go, (there he go), (there he go) There go that motherfucker [Woman:] I'm so fly, so fly, so fly, so fly You might see me when you look up in the sky like There she go, (there she go), there she go, (there she go), there she go There go that motherfucker [Verse 1: Fabolous] I'm so fly they should put me in disguise My shits tight like they didn't put me in my size I already know don't put me on surprise They gone be like there he go if you put me in disguise Only be with winners they should put me as a prize And you pussy niggas should be put between some thighs These diamonds here clearer than HD Them niggas over there squarer then a H3 They can't reach us that is why they pointin baby I'm on my job them bitches gonna need appointments baby And if you suckas tryin to see me just look me up I hope the first place you look be up Here I go [Hook] [Verse 2: Red Cafe] Ugnh I did it yup yup I did it I'm super fly with it paper arrives with it Get the magazine if you wanna vibe with it That rich young queen like I mixed Tide with it Now I be live with it I turns on my lovers the lollipop girls Now they are all suckas And we are all gutta The flyest of em all Light fi fire to em all Yeah we airborn I took her airborn Stones clear Like her mama was Liz Clairborne I'm goin down down baby Your street in a Spur flyin you see the blur Ugnh what else! [Hook] [Verse 3: Paul Cain] There he go! I'm doin my damn thing (there he go!) Leanin off of that champagne (there he go!) It's the homie they call cain (there he go!) I'm gettin money you fools should do the same (there he go!) Fly as a G4 plane (there he go!) White and yellows all in the chain (there he go!) Y'all niggas no I stay so fly Got the top down when I blow by With the dough I am multi You know why [Hook] [Verse 4: Freck Billionaire] Ayo you see this the drop head coup I just added room It's so crazy I should park it in "The Padded Room" I'm with my bad young bitch she Israelian Nigga, she so bad she got em staring like she alien Philly B the one the bitches wanna deal with Nowadays I just screw them like a drill bit Straight Homicide and murder every verse rappin Philly Freck bitch I'm flyer than the first captain [Hook] [Outro: Fabolous] I'll take it, no contingencies No loans, no leases Cash, Fabolous |
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from Fabolous - Loso`s Way (2009)
I said..fuck em all, muthafuck em all
Ya'll done turned a good guy into a Chuckie doll I would've been your friend till the end bitch Guess there ain't no friends in this shit bidness Just a bunch of assholes in the shit bidness But they won't flush me down the toilet bowl without my tissue These bitches talk shit out the same mouth they kiss you These niggas kiss ass with the same mouth that diss you Eww, you niggas disgust me And they ain't talkin bout shit unless they discuss me Let's talk about how, I'm killin errything I touches Or how I walked in this game with no crutches No Diddy, No Dupri, No Dr. Dre No Cash Money from Baby and no rocs from Jay And I'm still here We still here What does this break dude?..It's still here And dude talk, concernin New York When I was runnin the city you was learnin to walk So I watched you niggas take they first steps And I was happy for ya, daddy was clappin for ya But, wasn't for me prolly wouldnt've happened for ya So I rest my case I'm a rappin lawyer That's unless you wanna talk bad bitches Section full of bridezillas, that's mad bitches No words, I describe em with letters best They pretty as can be, curvy as the letter "S" They keep it G, they sweet as T Look good in the passenger seat of V They ride double R, smell like double C The Bags are L.V., D, or a double G Fly as hell, shades wire cell On E, sippin P.J., high as hell And please don't even talk about swag I'm cool and collective A Fool with perspective I'm far from being typical my respect is reciprocal I already came up You still on the zipper pull And I would say my style is 5th Fab meets Brooklyn I keep the hood watchin, I got the streets lookin They watch what I do, so they know what to do Lil money never told big money what to do Money talks, if you speak guapanese A language better known if you gettin cheddar holmes If not get a loan, use that like Rosetta Stone And that way you can holla bout a dolla I hear em cryin broke, they holla like a toddler Come holla at yo gualla, dont holla at sovallas You'll end up down under tryna holla at Koalas I keep that nine on me, ala Iguodala We can get it jumpin like the drolics on Impala I feel like Neno lettin em rock wallas off the colla Somebody tell me something, What the fuck happened? Somebody talk to me, muthafuck rappin They infiltrated the game, but who let in the pookies? Kingpins is snitchin that shit is not lookey So fuck new friends unless they stay solo Cuz who gon' watch you back after you kill Manolo? Isn't it ironic Santana's own fella stabbed him The king of New York die while I yellow cabbed him No Carlito's way When I spot a hater drop him like a hot potatoe Youahead, got me later Yeah I keep it gangsta but Im'ma do it my way The new day of the week is called My day So its my say, Pass my K I'm thru talkin |
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from Mario - The Walls (Feat. Fabolous) [single] (2011)
If the walls were watching
If they could see your face I'm sure that They'd be talking and I know what they'd say They'd say damn that girl is going crazy Damn that girl she's amazing Touching moaning never seen you like this baby Never seen you this way Cause she don't act the same When the lights go down She don't act the same She be screaming out loud She don't act the same no no no Just when I thought I had her figured out Cause in the day she's a lady But now everything's changed She don't act the same If the walls were watching If the walls were watching If your friends could see you If they could hear your screams Would they recognize you How shocked would they be Oh damn Damn that girl she's amazing Damn that girl going crazy Touching moaning never seen you like this baby Never seen you this way Cause she don't act the same When the lights go down She don't act the same She be screaming out loud She don't act the same no no no Just when I thought I had her figured out Cause in the day she's a lady But now everything's changed She don't act the same Excuse me your honour I'm calling a witness If y'all don't believe me The walls are my witness They done seen things in the wall of the business So the neighbours know my name They might even know you came Over the house late last night Woke up wanted more of what I ate last night I love them quiet girls want it but deny it girls Them boy you crazy But fuck it we can try it girls When the lights go down She don't act the same She be screaming out loud She don't act the same no no no Could of sworn I had her figured out Cause in the day she's a lady But now everything's changed She don't act the same If these walls were watching If these walls were watching trueluv1님께서 등록해주신 가사입니다. |
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from Fabolous - There Is No Competition 2: The Grieving Music Mixtape [Explicit Version] (2010)
It really was all Drama's fault, I been had the mixtape done
He's like, yeah, that's cool but I'm 'bout to go to the Bahamas Bahamas? Nigga, we got work to do We gotta finish killin' the fuckin' competition We can start the funeral service First off I wanna send my condolences First off I wanna send my condolences First off I wanna send my condolences Rest in peace to the competition, yeah Rest in peace to the competition What's up, Drama? Y'all know what this is right? Da, da grillz, da, da, da grillz Da, da grillz, da, da, da grillz Da, da grillz, da, da, da grillz Da, da grillz, da, da, da, da, da I am logged on to fuck niggas dot com And I am everything these fuck niggas, not Drama I am logged on to fuck niggas dot com And I am everything these fuck niggas, not Drama Must be some confusion, you niggas are not me I am an illusion, really what you cannot see So picture me like a paparazzi, H dot N dot I dot C We don't play when we roll, no Yahtzee And I hate you niggas, no Nazi But this the holocaust, rap genocide, yeah Ike Turner take that bitch slaps in the ride My shorty tellin' me, kill the competition boo And I be tellin' her There Is No Competition 2, nice There Is No Competition 2 It's good to wake up look in the mirror And the only competition's you And even that nigga ain't seein' me My reflection have a hard time bein' me So they tryna do me shit, it's time to dead it I'm what ya don't do even if Simon said it I kill 'em with the shine, yeah, these black diamond's credit And my watch is sick but I have no time for medics Black ice in the Ottomar, this is custom order bra First I call the jeweler up, then I call the coroner My car is foreigner, my bitch is from Florida I killed the pussy last night so now her man is mournin' her Good mornin', sir, I goodnight, niggas Y'all on death row, I Suge Knight, niggas Time to depart, I book flights, nigga Wassup son? What it look like, nigga? Black dress, black suits, black shades, black boots Black truck, black coupe, guns blow, black flutes Black card, black jewels, black party bag Black Friday, throw it in a body bag Black Barbie, that's what I call my black braud African plug, that's what I call a black chord Get ya sharps, get ya flats, that's the black keys Gettin' slick'll get ya holes in ya black tees Black limos, black town cars, black hearses Black register books signed in black cursive Black tears, white tissues outta black purses That's procedure when I'm sendin' back verses The wake, it's the wake right here Come before the funeral, nigga They call me funeral fab, nigga, a.k.a Young Funeral I'm killing these niggas And I'm the undertaker, Drama With the body in the bag All these niggas is dead You look around, they're all dead This will be fun, it's tree fam nigga, affiliates, nice |
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from Fabolous - Loso`s Way (2009)
I introduce you to the life
You need the life, the life needs you Everything is nice Let me welcome you to my world Everything's in living color plus the fly girls On the way and gotta watch them with a keen eye Niggas ain't seen fly till they seen I Maybach 'cause I'm not a limousine guy Suit with the bow tie no bean pies The La Perle match well with these Ferragamis Killer shoe game these are just a pair of hamies [Unverified] I get up like QB's Na, she ain't stepped in blood, those are Lou B's We don't follow unless you lead us into VIP When they know your face they don't need to see ID I can see the bottles coming from a mile away [Unverified] on the top act like they don't know to star She fuck with niggas like Fabolous 'Cause to tell the truth, baby, life's fabolous It's the fabulous life, oh I be living that Oh I be living that, oh I be living that Get your money right, you could be living that You could be living that, you could be living that It's a fabulous life, oh I be living that Oh I be living that, oh I be living that How you living, what? How you living, what? How you living? Oh I be living fabulous I bow my head and I praise that We be there and back before the Rose's flat Picture me anywhere a clown stays at I don't think so, homey, don't play that Everything is BOSS, like a Rick ad-lib Take it to house like it's Trick Dad Crib We hit Miami like a hurricane Shorty poolside, one piece Veroaine She the baddest bitch in them Jackie O' shades Flabby beach mat, she don't give me no shade Hold the heat down, she don't even know Wade Nigga get smoked like cigarette tote I like her soft kiss and I dig her wet throat I love her booty bounce like cigarette boats And it won't quit, she can't wear skinny jeans 'Cause her ass don't fit, real shit It's the fabulous life, oh I be living that Oh I be living that, oh I be living that Get your money right, you can be living that You can be living that, you can be living that It's a fabulous life, oh I be living that Oh I be living that, oh I be living that How you living, what? How you living, what? How you living? Oh I be living fabulous Got a rich bitch on the way That for real though, just like Wanda say She just wanna rock my world in the Wonder way I'm sitting at the airport like andele Fist I saw the luggy with the Louie monogram Then I saw my baby like a sonogram On the runway just me and Bentley I open doors, you ain't gotta G the gent me I was thinking Knick game, court side She put her hands in my pants, I let that thought slide We can get it on but there's no leg room No water bed, just a boat with a bedroom Now you tell me who can top this Hey, laying on the deck topless Got two different dames, it's a Fabolous thang One white, one yellow, like Fabolous chain It's the fabulous life, oh I be living that Oh I be living that, oh I be living that Get your money right, you could be living that You could be living that, you could be living that It's a fabulous life, oh I be living that Oh I be living that, oh I be living that How you living, what? How you living, what? How you living? Oh I be living fabolous |
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from Fabolous - Ghetto Fabolous (2001)
You're all a bunch of fucking assholes You know why? Cause you don't got the guts to be what you want to be Fabolous...he doesn't have that problem He always tells the truth That's what it's all about? That's what we work so hard for Fabolous? So they can point their fucking fingers and call me the fucking bad guy? [Verse 1] I guess I'm the bad guy The fingers is pointing Nigga, I don't go in no clubs without bringing my joint in They be asking fellas why (why?) It's cause the streets is watching With an envious ear, jealous eye You know how William H. Bonnie's rockin I keep the home ? two way contact for Johnny Cochran Be the same dudes, testing your patience In them hospitals, resting like patients, confessing to agents You smell me, you gotta spray the Wesson like fragrance And you pay your way out arrests and arraignments These playas been playin' foul And I done learned my lesson with flagrants Nigga, this how I live it ain't just entertainment I'm what they been trying to do, not do I'm the kid, they been lying to you You need people like me I'm so F-A, B-O, L-O, U-S Yeah, that's the bad guy [Pain In Da Ass] You need people like me So you can point your fucking fingers And say, That's the bad guy. So, what they make you? Good? [Verse 2] Bitches think all they gotta do is say the child is yours Quit they job and live off the child support How could you stand there, smile in court I'ma just settle, fly back to them Cayman Isle resorts You better sign a pre-nup You catch me instead of 'it wasn't me' I'm gonna say 'where you get a key from?' I love the way your butt swishes But non of these slut bitches is worth me asking my doctor why my nuts itches If they see how the Rolls Royce smell All day I be emptying my in box and my whole voice mail I'll be ready to light the weed and pull it Now every chick want to make me come faster than a speeding bullet But I ain't into coaching birds like Tony LaRussa I done had the thickest chickens to the boniest roosters Who have trouble getting the kid like me to spend Ma you'll never see a bad guy like me again, for real [Pain In Da Ass] So say goodnight to the bad guy, come on It's the last time you're gonna hear a bad guy ? You better make way, it's a bad guy coming through [Verse 3] Come on What type of bad guy give fellas ?, females hugs I making my business, my kids won't have to retail drugs I get threats over the two way from email thugs I ride with ratchets, clips under the CL rugs Think I'm liking you? Wrong Cause even if I get locked My money won't let me stay unrighteous for wrong Case dismissed, the DA even liking the song Right back to the P's, latest pair of Michael's shoes on When you holla in the club it's cool But don't change the subject fool And start askin if I remember you from public school You know I done heard dozens, of these birds buzzing Talking 'bout I used to fuck with they 3rd cousin FYI, stay the fuck from 'round me ? guys who want to hear somebody stuck or clown me I don't care what other haters do But if you think I'm loved for saving you Say goodnight to the bad guy [Pain In Da Ass] Whoever said to us Now maybe you can buy yourself one of them first class tickets to the Resurrection [Gun Shot |
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from Fabolous - Ghetto Fabolous (2001)
You're all a bunch of fucking assholes You know why? Cause you don't got the guts to be what you want to be Fabolous...he doesn't have that problem He always tells the truth That's what it's all about? That's what we work so hard for Fabolous? So they can point their fucking fingers and call me the fucking bad guy? [Verse 1] I guess I'm the bad guy The fingers is pointing Nigga, I don't go in no clubs without bringing my joint in They be asking fellas why (why?) It's cause the streets is watching With an envious ear, jealous eye You know how William H. Bonnie's rockin I keep the home ? two way contact for Johnny Cochran Be the same dudes, testing your patience In them hospitals, resting like patients, confessing to agents You smell me, you gotta spray the Wesson like fragrance And you pay your way out arrests and arraignments These playas been playin' foul And I done learned my lesson with flagrants Nigga, this how I live it ain't just entertainment I'm what they been trying to do, not do I'm the kid, they been lying to you You need people like me I'm so F-A, B-O, L-O, U-S Yeah, that's the bad guy [Pain In Da Ass] You need people like me So you can point your fucking fingers And say, That's the bad guy. So, what they make you? Good? [Verse 2] Bitches think all they gotta do is say the child is yours Quit they job and live off the child support How could you stand there, smile in court I'ma just settle, fly back to them Cayman Isle resorts You better sign a pre-nup You catch me instead of 'it wasn't me' I'm gonna say 'where you get a key from?' I love the way your butt swishes But non of these slut bitches is worth me asking my doctor why my nuts itches If they see how the Rolls Royce smell All day I be emptying my in box and my whole voice mail I'll be ready to light the weed and pull it Now every chick want to make me come faster than a speeding bullet But I ain't into coaching birds like Tony LaRussa I done had the thickest chickens to the boniest roosters Who have trouble getting the kid like me to spend Ma you'll never see a bad guy like me again, for real [Pain In Da Ass] So say goodnight to the bad guy, come on It's the last time you're gonna hear a bad guy ? You better make way, it's a bad guy coming through [Verse 3] Come on What type of bad guy give fellas ?, females hugs I making my business, my kids won't have to retail drugs I get threats over the two way from email thugs I ride with ratchets, clips under the CL rugs Think I'm liking you? Wrong Cause even if I get locked My money won't let me stay unrighteous for wrong Case dismissed, the DA even liking the song Right back to the P's, latest pair of Michael's shoes on When you holla in the club it's cool But don't change the subject fool And start askin if I remember you from public school You know I done heard dozens, of these birds buzzing Talking 'bout I used to fuck with they 3rd cousin FYI, stay the fuck from 'round me ? guys who want to hear somebody stuck or clown me I don't care what other haters do But if you think I'm loved for saving you Say goodnight to the bad guy [Pain In Da Ass] Whoever said to us Now maybe you can buy yourself one of them first class tickets to the Resurrection [Gun Shot |
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| from Fabolous, Young Jeezy - When The North and South Collide Part 2 [single] (2007) | |||||
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| from Fabolous, Young Jeezy - When The North And South Collide Part 2 (2007) | |||||
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from Fabolous - Ghetto Fabolous (2001)
Verse 1]
Yeah, F-A, B-O, L-O, U-S C'mon, ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh, yeah, yeah, c'mon (If I take you home, will you still be my thug baby) You gotta love the way this playa be minglin If you don't tell yo man mama, I ain't sayin a thing and That nigga got you used to the A-train on Kingston I'm fuckin on Lambo's, lay on the wingfin By the way I be blingin, the pay that I bring in Mind spendin a day with the kingpin? Answer yo cell, all day it been ringin Tell that nigga, we on our way out to England Them hips and tips, the way they be swingin The way the be jinglin, letz stay til the spring and Know I thugged you out, the way that you drinkin And don't be scared cabby, the yea I be slingin Ma, I'm where you wanna be, if not We can hop in a lid and fly where you wanna be Yea, you a G, the type that ryde with them cameras Instead of the rearviews on the V, I know [Chrous] (Lil' Mo) I wonder if I take you home Would you still be my thug baby Because I need one tonight I wonder if I take you home Would you still be my thug baby Because I need one tonight [Verse 2] Allright, okay... You just gotta stay patient boo I'ma make sho to take you, where eva you dream a vacation to You can push the grey station through I'ma sit in the passanger, and rock Playstation 2 How da hell ??? been tweekin out How you been sneekin out, spent weekends out She'll be tired of trainin dat mutt You probably be fakin like you came and you ain't even nut Miss I'll pipe you til you get a pain in yo gut The kid'll be responsible for changin yo strut Wherever you hurt, I'ma rub it down I be ready to smack it up, flip it in public now I know how to get you hot, I know how to hit yo spot If I take you home, I know how to keep you stylin I know how to keep you smilin if I take you home, let's go Repeat Chorus [Verse 3] I think it's just that ladies ??? I'm in love with my red 6, and got a crush on a navy Caddy I like 'em D cup, bust, wit crazy fatties They be wishin' I was just, they baby daddy I'm the one that make it real easy For you to just drop'em like he hot, like he Lil' Weezy I ain't gon never make you feel sleezy And I'ma put the roof up on the drop if it feel breezy I love the way you smerk and giggle, jerk and wiggle Throw yo legz up while I work the middle Already told me how you strictly be witt'em Now I'ma show you so much cash, that you'll quickly forget'em I'm young, but know I'll have you in a bungalow Fillin yo stomach wit Cris, yo lungz with dro I'll have you sprung fa sho It ain't gon be no limit where yo tongue will go, ya heard me? Repeat Chorus with ad libs til fade out |
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from Drama - Gangsta Grillz : The Album Vol.2 (2009)
Da da grillz, da da da grillz
Da da grillz, da da da grillz Da da grillz, da da da grillz Da da grillz, da da da da da I been waiting, tonight, girl, it's on I'm a bring the weed and bottles of patron You ain't been with me yet, you ain't really screamed yet I'm a get you hot, tillIi make your weave sweat Sweat, sex, damn, it's so wet, so wet (Beat it up) Sweat, sex, that pussy so wet, so wet (Beat it up) Sweat, sex, damn, it's so wet, so wet (Beat it up) Sweat, sex, that pussy so wet, so wet (beat it up) I gotta put it in the streets like yellow lines It's so wet, lil' Mama need a yellow sign 'Cause you might slip and fall in love with it On the lo shawty, you can get, get, get it I'm in the club, got the bitches staring, pointing You fuck with me tonight, tomorrow you'll need a hair appointment I'm in a fresh white tee, every wrinkle gone The yellow lights flashing like I got my blinkers on I was doing me, smokin' kush, drinkin' 'tron Shawty came down the stairs, gettin' her slinky on She said, "I drip like a faucet, bring a sink along Or your room gonna look like someone left the sprinklers on" I been waiting, tonight, girl, it's on I'm a bring the weed and bottles of patron You ain't been with me yet, you ain't really screamed yet I'm a get you hot, tillIi make your weave sweat Sweat, sex, damn, it's so wet, so wet (Beat it up) Sweat, sex, that pussy so wet, so wet (Beat it up) Sweat, sex, damn, it's so wet, so wet (Beat it up) Sweat, sex, that pussy so wet, so wet (beat it up) When I leave the club with a broad, you know we fucking Come home with me, I don't want no number or nothing Grab hold to her, put that pole to her Beat the pussy up, tryna tear a new hole through her Long dick daddy in a DTS caddy I done pimped from Florida to Cincinnati Drive a bitch batty, got her brain going wild She don't love me she love my doggy style, screaming Daddy, come fuck me, come fuck me You're like a vacuum girl, the way you suck me Pull your hair, spank that ass quick roughly I know the flavor of love and you bucky Girl, trust me, I make you feel incredible Pussy is edible I make it wet no man could do it better boo Your head good you got a future ahead of you, la I been waiting, tonight, girl, it's on I'm a bring the weed and bottles of patron You ain't been with me yet, you ain't really screamed yet I'm a get you hot, tillIi make your weave sweat Sweat, sex, damn, it's so wet, so wet (Beat it up) Sweat, sex, that pussy so wet, so wet (Beat it up) Sweat, sex, damn, it's so wet, so wet (Beat it up) Sweat, sex, that pussy so wet, so wet (beat it up) Take your clothes off, it's alright It's going down girl, all night See baby, we gettin' popping all in the moonlight Wanna see if you can get freaky until the sunrise That pussy hot girl and it's so tight I been waiting for you to give me the green light See baby, we gettin' popping all in the moonlight Wanna see if you can get freaky until the sunrise? |
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| from Richgirl - Swagger Right (Feat. Fabolous & Rick Ross) [digital single] (2010) | |||||
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from Fabolous - Loso`s Way (2009)
[Chorus:]
I've got some things to say, Oh Please dont go So dont you turn away, Oh Please dont go I need you here to stay, I Miss you so [Verse 1:] My daddy left me, and he aint even die So when he did go, i aint even cry I had reason, but that aint even why How could he have failed if he aint even try I ask no questions, i aint even pry Truthfully i wanted to i cant even lye Like a canceled flight, that aint even fly To just walk away, like you aint even my Like, like, like i aint even your I cant even say it, i aint even sure He shouda gave me everything and left me even more But he left me without saying what he was leavin for And thats when i became a man And thats the day he stopped bein one This year i became a father And imma die bein one, wassup son [Chorus:] I've got some things to say, Oh Please dont go So dont you turn away, Oh Please dont go I need you here to stay, I Miss you so [Verse 2:] I have nightmares of me not bein round He took his first steps and daddy couldnt be in town Daddy's entertaining everybody But missed out when it came to trainin for the potty I give a fuck about hip-hops new beef I was more excited when my son grew teeth So i same the problem Of the famous stardom Just like Em and Haily Just like Game and Harlem Weezy's at the awards with Miss. Carter Nah not his date, im talkin bout his daughter Now thats stuntin like your daddy Cuz its crazy when you wanna be nuthin like your daddy And if you never been a man That's the day you start bein one This year i became a father And imma die bein one, wussup son [Chorus:] I've got some things to say, Oh Please dont go So dont you turn away, Oh Please dont go I need you here to stay, I Miss you so [Marsha Ambrosius:] So hear the truth remain to let me go I wont hold that against you, i moved on Just look what i become since you been gone Now dont you turn away, Oh, please dont go Here's what i got to say, Oh Please dont go Oh why'd you go away, Oh Please dont go I needed you here to stay, Oh Please dont go I cant believe this day, Oh Please dont go [Chorus:] I've got some things to say, Oh Please dont go So dont you turn away, Oh Please dont go I need you here to stay, I Miss you so [Outro:] Why did you leave me Tell me why you dont care Daddy tell me why did you leave me Why you dont care Tell me why did you leave me Daddy tell me why you weren't there Why did you leave me |
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from Fabolous - This Is My Party [ep] (2002)
They call me G-H-E-T-T-O
Black star power, like B-E-T shows I'm usually pullin up in the G-T slow Flashing my ring finger with the E-T glow I'm that nucca, act rucka Certified plat nucca Semi-auto, gat bucca Take that fucka Lay flat sucka I'm the Negro, amigo Get every bay from Tampa to Montigo They say I got the lifestyle, and the E glow I'm in the blow range, no matter where he go I'm that homie Gat on me I'm the kid not that phony Anybody that know me Knows im here to get that money! Yeah! Heeyyyy! Now get that money, keep them rims spicheeeeyyy! 24 shoes on my Hummer, and they fitting tiiigghhtt! Fabolous and Missy, Sickalicious righhhhtttt. If you a hater make my gun go Blocka, blocka, blocka, blow! They call me F-A-B, O-L-O U-S, you just lay down slow! Know this before this, trey pound blow Spit game, get dames to lay down low I'm da poppy cholo, the cops say the tops on the drops is to low I shop till I drop, when I'm coppin new clothes Bop in the hop, but don't stop to use hoes I'm that new dude, that include Making sure silencers in the gat is screwed With an it don't even matter mood And a "Fuck you, pay me" attitude I'm that young boy, that slung boy That'll have em saying, where you get that from boy I'm still leaving niggas, at one choice So run when you hear, that gun noise! You say you rich, then come and talk that shit to me Blacka, blacka, blacka, blacka Buy your DVD's and TV's, but I like shoes on my Jeep Blacka, blacka, blacka, blacka 24-inch wheels, and a good gold grill in the front Blacka, blacka, blacka, blacka Gotta closet made for big clothes Gotta do more then treat me to lunch Heeyyyy! Now get that money, keep them rims spicheeeeyyy! 24 shoes on my Hummer, and they fitting tiiigghhtt! Fabolous and Missy, Sickalicious righhhhtttt. If you a hater make my gun go Blocka, blocka, blocka, blow! They call me William H period Bonnie I ride in a seven series with Tommie's I make another on of America's hotties And I'm that serious mommy I'm the one, like the Jet Li flick The private jet ski's sick The motors on the jet ski's quick The clips in the sets be thick And I done slipped more shots in then Gretzky's stick I'm the one like Penny Hardaway's number That's why dudes say it's hard to keep my broad away from ya Once your bitch, get the god 2-way number It'll be hard to get a Happy Father's Day from ya I'm the one, like the piece that's on Nelly's chain You can't reach me, I'm out of your celly range Bitch I'll even put canary's up in your belly chain And just to beat the traffic, hop in a helly main Heeyyyy! Now get that money, keep them rims spicheeeeyyy! 24 shoes on my Hummer, and they fitting tiiigghhtt! Fabolous and Missy, Sickalicious righhhhtttt. If you a hater make my gun go Blocka, blocka, blocka, blow! |
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from Fabolous - Street Dreams (2002)
(feat. Missy Elliott)
[Fabolous] Uh, huh, Oh! Yeah, Yeah, Uh! Uh! Yeah, Uh Uh! They call me G-H-E-T-T-O Black star power, like B-E-T shows I'm usually pullin up in the G-T slow Flashing my ring finger with the E-T glow I'm that nucca, act rucka Certified plat nucca Semi-auto, gat bucca Take that fucka Lay flat sucka I'm the Negro, amigo Get every bay from Tampa to Montigo They say I got the lifestyle, and the E glow I'm in the blow range, no matter where he go I'm that homie Gat on me I'm the kid not that phony Anybody that know me Knows im here to get that money! Yeah! [Missy Elliott] Heeyyyy! Now get that money, keep them rims spicheeeeyyy! 24 shoes on my Hummer, and they fitting tiiigghhtt! Fabolous and Missy, Sickalicious righhhhtttt. If you a hater make my gun go (Fabolous: Blocka, blocka, blocka, blow!) [Fabolous] They call me F-A-B, O-L-O U-S, you just lay down slow! (Nigga) Know this before this, trey pound blow (Uh-Huh) Spit game, get dames to lay down low (Ohh!) I'm da poppy cholo, the cops say the tops on the drops is to low I shop till I drop, when I'm coppin new clothes Bop in the hop, but don't stop to use hoes I'm that new dude, that include Making sure silencers in the gat is screwed With an it don't even matter mood And a "Fuck you, pay me" attitude I'm that young boy, that slung boy That'll have em saying, where you get that from boy I'm still leaving niggas, at one choice So run when you hear, that gun noise! (Blat!) [Missy Elliott] You say you rich, then come and talk that shit to me (Blacka, blacka, blacka, blacka) Buy your DVD's and TV's, but I like shoes on my Jeep (Blacka, blacka, blacka, blacka) 24-inch wheels, and a good gold grill in the front (Blacka, blacka, blacka, blacka) Gotta closet made for big clothes Gotta do more then treat me to lunch [Chorus] [Fabolous] They call me William H period Bonnie I ride in a seven series with Tommie's I make another on of America's hotties And I'm that serious mommy I'm the one, like the Jet Li flick The private jet ski's sick The motors on the jet ski's quick The clips in the sets be thick And I done slipped more shots in then Gretzky's stick I'm the one like Penny Hardaway's number That's why dudes say it's hard to keep my broad away from ya Once your bitch, get the god 2-way number It'll be hard to get a Happy Father's Day from ya I'm the one, like the piece that's on Nelly's chain You can't reach me, I'm out of your celly range Bitch I'll even put canary's up in your belly chain And just to beat the traffic, hop in a helly main [Chorus] |
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from Fabolous - Street Dreams (2003)
(feat. Missy Elliott)
[Fabolous] Uh, huh, Oh! Yeah, Yeah, Uh! Uh! Yeah, Uh Uh! They call me G-H-E-T-T-O Black star power, like B-E-T shows I'm usually pullin up in the G-T slow Flashing my ring finger with the E-T glow I'm that nucca, act rucka Certified plat nucca Semi-auto, gat bucca Take that fucka Lay flat sucka I'm the Negro, amigo Get every bay from Tampa to Montigo They say I got the lifestyle, and the E glow I'm in the blow range, no matter where he go I'm that homie Gat on me I'm the kid not that phony Anybody that know me Knows im here to get that money! Yeah! [Missy Elliott] Heeyyyy! Now get that money, keep them rims spicheeeeyyy! 24 shoes on my Hummer, and they fitting tiiigghhtt! Fabolous and Missy, Sickalicious righhhhtttt. If you a hater make my gun go (Fabolous: Blocka, blocka, blocka, blow!) [Fabolous] They call me F-A-B, O-L-O U-S, you just lay down slow! (Nigga) Know this before this, trey pound blow (Uh-Huh) Spit game, get dames to lay down low (Ohh!) I'm da poppy cholo, the cops say the tops on the drops is to low I shop till I drop, when I'm coppin new clothes Bop in the hop, but don't stop to use hoes I'm that new dude, that include Making sure silencers in the gat is screwed With an it don't even matter mood And a "Fuck you, pay me" attitude I'm that young boy, that slung boy That'll have em saying, where you get that from boy I'm still leaving niggas, at one choice So run when you hear, that gun noise! (Blat!) [Missy Elliott] You say you rich, then come and talk that shit to me (Blacka, blacka, blacka, blacka) Buy your DVD's and TV's, but I like shoes on my Jeep (Blacka, blacka, blacka, blacka) 24-inch wheels, and a good gold grill in the front (Blacka, blacka, blacka, blacka) Gotta closet made for big clothes Gotta do more then treat me to lunch [Chorus] [Fabolous] They call me William H period Bonnie I ride in a seven series with Tommie's I make another on of America's hotties And I'm that serious mommy I'm the one, like the Jet Li flick The private jet ski's sick The motors on the jet ski's quick The clips in the sets be thick And I done slipped more shots in then Gretzky's stick I'm the one like Penny Hardaway's number That's why dudes say it's hard to keep my broad away from ya Once your bitch, get the god 2-way number It'll be hard to get a Happy Father's Day from ya I'm the one, like the piece that's on Nelly's chain You can't reach me, I'm out of your celly range Bitch I'll even put canary's up in your belly chain And just to beat the traffic, hop in a helly main [Chorus] |
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from Fabolous - Street Dreams (2003)
They call me G-H-E-T-T-O
Black star power, like B-E-T shows I'm usually pullin up in the G-T slow Flashing my ring finger with the E-T glow I'm that nucca, act rucka Certified plat nucca Semi-auto, gat bucca Take that fucka Lay flat sucka I'm the Negro, amigo Get every bay from Tampa to Montigo They say I got the lifestyle, and the E glow I'm in the blow range, no matter where he go I'm that homie Gat on me I'm the kid not that phony Anybody that know me Knows im here to get that money! Yeah! Heeyyyy! Now get that money, keep them rims spicheeeeyyy! 24 shoes on my Hummer, and they fitting tiiigghhtt! Fabolous and Missy, Sickalicious righhhhtttt. If you a hater make my gun go Blocka, blocka, blocka, blow! They call me F-A-B, O-L-O U-S, you just lay down slow! Know this before this, trey pound blow Spit game, get dames to lay down low I'm da poppy cholo, the cops say the tops on the drops is to low I shop till I drop, when I'm coppin new clothes Bop in the hop, but don't stop to use hoes I'm that new dude, that include Making sure silencers in the gat is screwed With an it don't even matter mood And a "Fuck you, pay me" attitude I'm that young boy, that slung boy That'll have em saying, where you get that from boy I'm still leaving niggas, at one choice So run when you hear, that gun noise! You say you rich, then come and talk that shit to me Blacka, blacka, blacka, blacka Buy your DVD's and TV's, but I like shoes on my Jeep Blacka, blacka, blacka, blacka 24-inch wheels, and a good gold grill in the front Blacka, blacka, blacka, blacka Gotta closet made for big clothes Gotta do more then treat me to lunch Heeyyyy! Now get that money, keep them rims spicheeeeyyy! 24 shoes on my Hummer, and they fitting tiiigghhtt! Fabolous and Missy, Sickalicious righhhhtttt. If you a hater make my gun go Blocka, blocka, blocka, blow! They call me William H period Bonnie I ride in a seven series with Tommie's I make another on of America's hotties And I'm that serious mommy I'm the one, like the Jet Li flick The private jet ski's sick The motors on the jet ski's quick The clips in the sets be thick And I done slipped more shots in then Gretzky's stick I'm the one like Penny Hardaway's number That's why dudes say it's hard to keep my broad away from ya Once your bitch, get the god 2-way number It'll be hard to get a Happy Father's Day from ya I'm the one, like the piece that's on Nelly's chain You can't reach me, I'm out of your celly range Bitch I'll even put canary's up in your belly chain And just to beat the traffic, hop in a helly main Heeyyyy! Now get that money, keep them rims spicheeeeyyy! 24 shoes on my Hummer, and they fitting tiiigghhtt! Fabolous and Missy, Sickalicious righhhhtttt. If you a hater make my gun go Blocka, blocka, blocka, blow! |
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