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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 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 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 - 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 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 (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 (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)
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 Fabolous - Street Dreams (2003)
[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 - 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 - 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 - 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 (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 (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 - 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 - 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 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 - 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 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 (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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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 - Loso`s Way (2009)
[Verse 1 - Fabolous]
First off I'm a motherfuckin' G-E-N-E-R-A-L, word to the K shells In this chopper I will p-p-p-p-pop 'em, Make it sound like helicopters land on top of this bitch You want this whopper, come and get yo' beef nigga I'm not a boxer, I'ma be brief nigga We on top, I will put you underneath niggas We will take your whole tribe and I'm the chief nigga Your highest title, numero uno I'm not that little pregnant white girl but Juno, You know, anything is in a nigga reach My dogs will bite you and guess who's the nigga leash I was once told by my nigga Meech, You feed a sucka, he just grow to be a bigger leach So nigga every time you hear mine Get your hand to your hairline general [Chorus - Lil Wayne] Yeah, I'm in this bitch, Sendin' champagne to my enemies Salute or shoot, you choose mothafucka, Bow down till your head touch your shoes mothafucka Salute me, salute me, salute me, salute me, Salute or shoot, you choose mothafucka Bow down till your head touch your shoes mothafucka, Salute me [Verse 2 - Lil Wayne] Now just say hello to the captain And I stay away from magnets 'cause the metal's what I'm packin' Bet yo' brains on your shirt will look like Jell-O on a napkin And I promise my fellows will put your fellow on the canvas Call me Weezy, F. Baby Young Money Army, better yet Navy Fab I got 'em And watch me get 'em And I do 'em or I did 'em And this tool inside my denim I shoot everything but women and kids Bitch nigga stop bitchin' this just how it is Now watch me let that sexy Nina kiss you by your ribs You won't be satisfied till I send a missile by your crib Shoot you in the stomach, now you pissin' out your ears Hollygrove all day Bodies in the hallway And if you come searchin' Then you findin' out the hard way No matter where you from You better recognize a real nigga when you see one Salute me! [Chorus] [Verse 3 - Fabolous] On second thought, I got the heart of a s-s-s-s-solider I t-t-t-t-told ya I ain't come to play y'all My mind has gone AWOL Find it I will pay y'all My money is yay tal,l okay y'all? Yo' digit stack is Midget Mack That means it's gon' stay small Told them I don't see nobody I'm a rappin' Ray Charles I think I need a seein' eye dog Come to bein' fly dog You ain't seein' I dog We sittin' here like pollen now Fuck you niggas hollerin' now They said I been M-I-A Yea bitch I'm on columns now Leaders don't be followin' crowds General like Colin Powell War to me's a card game Beef is just a style of cow I'm who make the call So don't make me get to dialin' out Nick got that "cannon", yeah that nigga be Wild 'N' Out They ain't ballin', these niggas is filin' out They ain't throwin' jabs, they just throwin' towels out [Chorus] |
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from Fabolous - Real Talk (2004)
[Intro]
Yeah man, Real Talk New York Yeah man, Street F-F-F-Fitted, Damn Yeah man [Chorus] Round and Round and Round and Round (WHOA!) Round and Round and Round and Round (WHOA!) Round and Round and Round and Round (WHOA!) Round and Round and Round and Round (WHOA!) [Verse 1] And they say what comes around goes around So the cristal rolls ya down til it slows ya down I got a smoother style Fo me it's +Slow Motion+ like Juvenile 'Til I pass through ya areas The SLR, class lookin' serious, they has to be curious You never seen one of the nastiest lyricist Speed through like he in the +Fast and the Furious+ Like Pharrell, we stand on bars Girls on us like a fan on stars 500 Grand on cars, you'll see a man on Mars Before a nigga lay a hand on ours Catch me in a Diamond chain and a thick cuban In the piece lookin' somethin' like Rick Rubin Put a grin on ya face, then spin in ya waist The world look like it's spinnin' in space [Chorus w/ ad libs: Fabolous {Girl}] Whoa, whoa, slow down mami {Uh uh, ya betta keep up daddy} {I show ya how to get ya roll on all ya gotta do is hold on} {and it goes} Round and Round and Round and Round (WHOA!) {Round and Round and Round and Round} (WHOA!) Round and Round and Round and Round (WHOA!) {Round and Round and Round and Round} (WHOA!) [Fabolous] What comes around goes back around again And niggaz gon' act up now again And What goes up must come down And I'll be here like What's Up now? [Verse 2] I do the yankee rockin' wit a lean Know ya can't knock it when ya clean Girls want me on they ass like back pockets on the jeans I just try to plug into the socket in between Then watch me do my step At the same time throwin' up who I rep Street F-F-F-F-Fitted damn No other way to put it to ya ma'am But the look'll say D-D-D-D-Damn I can throw down like a killa Put slugs and banana clips that'll slow down gorillas, Girl Move like you in a Hula Hoop Then blow me like you tryin' to cool ya soup, I'm Hot (WHOA!) (WHOA!) [Chorus w/ ad libs: Fabolous {Girl}] Whoa, whoa, slow down mami {Uh uh, ya betta keep up daddy} {I show ya how to get ya roll on all ya gotta do is hold on} {and it goes} Round and Round and Round and Round (WHOA!) {Round and Round and Round and Round} (WHOA!) Round and Round and Round and Round (WHOA!) {Round and Round and Round and Round} (WHOA!) [Verse 3] I'm lookin' for a 10 cent wifey Cool as a 10 cent icey That'll fit in vince nicely Let 'em get close Tell 'em play Demi Imma be Swayze, you can get Ghost Well, F-A-Beezy, F-A-Sheezy To the press suite at the F-O-Ceezy I'm lookin' at you (Yeah, man) You lookin' at me (Yeah, man) Slow down ma, ya speedin' again You can put the top down and blow weed in the wind But fo now, let yo hips go to this Betta yet, let ya lips blow a kiss When I dip low and flip, show the wrist It looks like a froze hypno and cris (WHOA!) (WHOA!) And I'm in amazing shape With the DR flag on a bathe of apes (WHOA!) (WHOA!) [Chorus w/ ad libs: Fabolous {Girl}] Whoa, whoa, slow down mami {Uh uh, ya betta keep up daddy} {I show ya how to get ya roll on all ya gotta do is hold on} {and it goes} Round and Round and Round and Round (WHOA!) {Round and Round and Round and Round} (WHOA!) Round and Round and Round and Round (WHOA!) {Round and Round and Round and Round} (WHOA!) |
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from Fabolous - Real Talk (2004)
Yeah man, Real Talk New York
Yeah man, Street F-F-F-Fitted, Damn Yeah man Round and Round and Round and Round (WHOA!) Round and Round and Round and Round (WHOA!) Round and Round and Round and Round (WHOA!) Round and Round and Round and Round (WHOA!) And they say what comes around goes around So the cristal rolls ya down til it slows ya down I got a smoother style Fo me it's +Slow Motion+ like Juvenile 'Til I pass through ya areas The SLR, class lookin' serious, they has to be curious You never seen one of the nastiest lyricist Speed through like he in the Fast and the Furious Like Pharrell, we stand on bars Girls on us like a fan on stars 500 Grand on cars, you'll see a man on Mars Before a nigga lay a hand on ours Catch me in a Diamond chain and a thick cuban In the piece lookin' somethin' like Rick Rubin Put a grin on ya face, then spin in ya waist The world look like it's spinnin' in space Whoa, whoa, slow down mami Uh uh, ya betta keep up daddy I show ya how to get ya roll on all ya gotta do is hold on and it goes Round and Round and Round and Round (WHOA!) Round and Round and Round and Round (WHOA!) Round and Round and Round and Round (WHOA!) Round and Round and Round and Round (WHOA!) What comes around goes back around again And niggaz gon' act up now again And What goes up must come down And I'll be here like What's Up now? I do the yankee rockin' wit a lean Know ya can't knock it when ya clean Girls want me on they ass like back pockets on the jeans I just try to plug into the socket in between Then watch me do my step At the same time throwin' up who I rep Street F-F-F-F-Fitted damn No other way to put it to ya ma'am But the look'll say D-D-D-D-Damn I can throw down like a killa Put slugs and banana clips that'll slow down gorillas, Girl Move like you in a Hula Hoop Then blow me like you tryin' to cool ya soup, I'm Hot (WHOA!) (WHOA!) Whoa, whoa, slow down mami Uh uh, ya betta keep up daddy I show ya how to get ya roll on all ya gotta do is hold on and it goes Round and Round and Round and Round (WHOA!) Round and Round and Round and Round (WHOA!) Round and Round and Round and Round (WHOA!) Round and Round and Round and Round (WHOA!) I'm lookin' for a 10 cent wifey Cool as a 10 cent icey That'll fit in vince nicely Let 'em get close Tell 'em play dimmy Imma get swazy, you can get ghost Well, F-A-Beezy, F-A-Sheezy To the press suite at the F-O-Ceezy I'm lookin' at you (Yeah, man) You lookin' at me (Yeah, man) Slow down ma, ya speedin' again You can put the top down and blow weed in the wind But fo now, let yo hips go to this Betta yet, let ya lips blow a kiss When I dip low and flip, show the wrist It looks like a froze hypno and cris (WHOA!) (WHOA!) And I'm in amazing shape With the DR flag on a bathe of apes (WHOA!) (WHOA!) Whoa, whoa, slow down mami Uh uh, ya betta keep up daddy I show ya how to get ya roll on all ya gotta do is hold on and it goes Round and Round and Round and Round (WHOA!) Round and Round and Round and Round (WHOA!) Round and Round and Round and Round (WHOA!) Round and Round and Round and Round (WHOA!) |
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from Fabolous - Ghetto Fabolous (2001)
Yo {Yea, Uh Huh, Yea} We in the door now {Yea} Holla, Rule nigga, With the F-A-B-O haha, Yea {Yea} Cluemanatti {My nigga} Holla back nigga {Yea, Uh, Yea} Irv Gotti {Yea} Murder Inc. {Uh, Yea, Uh} Run'em down nigga [Fabolous] Load the 4-4 up Im the reason the price of raw go up Jump outta of the Lambo, And the doors go up Hit you and your ho up From the torso up Leave ya'll there til the ?? or the law show up Im that nigga they say preforming so the whores show up Why cop?, I rob you, Ice your Roll up I pop bottles, Ain't no need for no cup Roll the pure Dro up, Stroll the floor tore up The difference between Fab and ya'll, After I pick an auto up Every month I ain't gotta give more doe up Fuckin' with this you'll buy a washer when the shore slow up I have it when ya kids see-saw go up I see four blow up Check these diamonds, No flaws show up My niggas clap up parties, shoot tour shows up What ya'll know bout head til a chicks jaw swoll up Goin' gold minutes after the gates on stores go up You know who done it now, Few hundred miles And with shoes on it now It's like a few hundred thou When we run up this guns 2 stomach style Got to flaunt it now Nigga who want it blawgh [Chorus] [Ja Rule] Ride for this Where my niggas at get high to this Where ya'll at Die for this Throw guns up to the sky for this Where ya'll at Ride for this Where my niggas at get high to this Where ya'll at Die for this Throw guns up to the sky for this Where ya'll at [Fabolous] Yo, You must wanna die From the nigga you testify against Fabolous make bail before they identify the prints Swing by a vince, In a buggy eye with tents Sittin on nineteen's, Gun stash by the vents Niggas is lookin at the chain cause they eyes squint I pull up, Pull out, Pull back Them guys will sprint Last nigga that talked slick and been replyin' since Got a deal, No sellin', Been supplyin since Leave niggas on the ground like tire prints We done make ya eyes look bent, Just by the sense These niggas dont believe, Then they gone die convinced Once I present the four fifth why comment Im the type you tell ya dame bout Push a fellow brain out Leave'em in front of the spot that they sell cocaine out One single, Had to tint the yellow Range out Everybody runnin' up tryin' to spell the name out (F-A-B-O-L-O-U-S) [Chorus] [Ja Rule] Ride for this Where my niggas at get high to this Where ya'll at Die for this Throw guns up to the sky for this Where ya'll at Ride for this Where my niggas at get high to this Where ya'll at |
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from Fabolous 4집 - From Nothin' To Somethin' (2007)
'From nuttin to sumtin homie Street fida dida dam yes Ay it's a new year and i'm back for the money Jus i think i left sumtin' Cash rules everything around me CREAM it's a new year dolla dolla bill yall yup get that money yup dolla dolla bill yall yup get that money yup dolla dolla bill yall yup yup It's the return of the young hustle A nigga came for the money not the tounge tussle Me I rather do my lip lashin when the chips cashed in Then you might see me on the strip flashin Like Vegas Lights and they say i shine Vegas bright Draw a crowd like a Vegas fight Shit gettin hit in my leg is light I mean it coulda been a Tupac Vegas night Or maybe a Notorious L A evening Boo you ok I mean well i'm breathing Hell i'm even bosser than i left The money ain't right then i toss it to the left Yes to the left to the left Everythings hustled to the death to the F A B baby they be lazy Gucci straight jacket cuz i may be crazy Looney for the loot Psycho for the paper It's a new year but i recycle for the paper If Green talks then i'm the GEICO with the paper So have my check right no typeo's wit the paper please Cash rules everything around me CREAM it's a new year dolla dolla bill yall yup get that money yup dolla dolla bill yall yup get that money yup dolla dolla bill i see Cash rules everything around me CREAM it's a new year dolla dolla bill yall yup get that money yup dolla dolla bill yall yup get that money yup dolla dolla bill yall yup yup They say the rap game remind them of the crack game Thats why they money go quicker than a crack high My money stack high how high Shaq high Yao high thats why yours is Bow Wow high You lookin at your new hustle like ya last hustle Was looked at as Russell in my past Hustle Shorty work it she be on her ass hustle She make it clap she know how to work them ass muscles Fast rush you then back to the money They say im frontin can't turn my back to then money And truthfully you cool but im attracted to money So why dont you turn ya back to the money and let it shake I'm lovin how you move that smooth you let it snake But playas don't chase at it baby we let it make Bet it make sense when you make them dollas I ain't gotta make'em move but i make'em holla It's my year but yall could help me celebrate I'm 9 15 that means i'm hella straight The Swizz stacks Just Blaze bucks I'm back for my money it's just they luck fuck Cash rules everything around me CREAM it's a new year dolla dolla bill yall yup get that money yup dolla dolla bill yall yup get that money yup dolla dolla bill i see Cash rules everything around me CREAM it's a new year dolla dolla bill yall yup get that money yup dolla dolla bill yall yup get that money yup dolla dolla bill yall yup yup Put ya money in the air money in the air Put ya money in the air money in the air let me see it up yup let me see it up yup let me see it up yup let me see it up yup LADIES money in the air money in the air money in the air money in the air money in the air money in the air let me see it up |
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from Fabolous - Street Dreams (2003)
Yea, I ain't scared of you motherfuckers
I ain't no killer right But y'all niggaz gon' make me one For real.. leave me alone, shit You fuckin with the wrong one brotha I'm telling ya I'm sittin in the crib dreamin about killin ya with machine guns shotties and desert E dilligers putting a bullet as big as a battery through a niggaz anatomy and watchin him die slow you need full clips to push up in the joint when you in the kinda truck that I push up to the joint cuz theses motherfuckaz will push him to the point that you'll end up locked down doin push ups in the joint but they'll box you in the corner and you can throw ya fists up and act like you a boxer on his corner ride wit ya gun in your glove box instead of on ya you'll be six feet deep in one of them boxes if you wanna not me, I squeeze the clips drop from the handle till your remains is in a urn on top of the mantle till everybody scramble off the block like they Randall (run) till there's a murial on your block and some candles who wanna die? [Chorus] I don't wanna kill no one but I ain't no motherfuckin punk I don't wanna kill no one but I ain't no motherfuckin chump I don't wanna kill no one but I ain't no motherfuckin clown cuz I'ma have to kill someone just to get some respeck my teflons will have you screamin like wyclef jean (someone please call 9-1-1) but if they ever get the watch on my left arm ima have more bury than that guy stephon first they put that white seed over you brother then the newspapers put you all over the cover then you in a suit one hand cross over the other next you in the earth with the dirt over you brother a tinted hearse is what most men leave in followed by a limo full of family and close friends greavin when you pull the marijuana ima wanna kill you as bad as The Terminator wanted Sarah Connor but I'm loosin my patience fuck it send me to the island I could use a vacation now it's easy for me to understand how you could just kill a man [Chorus] I'd rather be judged by twelve Than carried by the six My gun ain't on my man, or carried by my chicks My gun ain't in my crib or carried in the six If I'm right here nigga, then this right here nigga Picture me putting my hearse like I ain't gotta a clip full a hollow tips to put in these jerks I might as well put in the work Spit em up outta herre and get em up outta here I got the juice like bishop had wit him That just don't give a fuck, semi Like ol' dog had wit him I'm sayin prayers for my enemy I hope god bless him before the fucker run into me I dunno, what the fuck has got into me But I know I don't want them slugs goin into me I'm just tryin to live my life So niggaz better give me my respect or give me life [Chorus] Look what you made me do man Look what you made me do man I didn't want it to come to the right But fuck it.. Niggaz will push you to that point man Niggaz will play with you so much man Aggravate you so much man That you wanna kill a nigga man Yea |
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from Fabolous - Street Dreams (2003)
Yea, I ain't scared of you motherfuckers
I ain't no killer right But y'all niggaz gon' make me one For real.. leave me alone, shit You fuckin with the wrong one brotha I'm telling ya I'm sittin in the crib dreamin about killin ya with machine guns shotties and desert E dilligers putting a bullet as big as a battery through a niggaz anatomy and watchin him die slow you need full clips to push up in the joint when you in the kinda truck that I push up to the joint cuz theses motherfuckaz will push him to the point that you'll end up locked down doin push ups in the joint but they'll box you in the corner and you can throw ya fists up and act like you a boxer on his corner ride wit ya gun in your glove box instead of on ya you'll be six feet deep in one of them boxes if you wanna not me, I squeeze the clips drop from the handle till your remains is in a urn on top of the mantle till everybody scramble off the block like they Randall (run) till there's a murial on your block and some candles who wanna die? [Chorus] I don't wanna kill no one but I ain't no motherfuckin punk I don't wanna kill no one but I ain't no motherfuckin chump I don't wanna kill no one but I ain't no motherfuckin clown cuz I'ma have to kill someone just to get some respeck my teflons will have you screamin like wyclef jean (someone please call 9-1-1) but if they ever get the watch on my left arm ima have more bury than that guy stephon first they put that white seed over you brother then the newspapers put you all over the cover then you in a suit one hand cross over the other next you in the earth with the dirt over you brother a tinted hearse is what most men leave in followed by a limo full of family and close friends greavin when you pull the marijuana ima wanna kill you as bad as The Terminator wanted Sarah Connor but I'm loosin my patience fuck it send me to the island I could use a vacation now it's easy for me to understand how you could just kill a man [Chorus] I'd rather be judged by twelve Than carried by the six My gun ain't on my man, or carried by my chicks My gun ain't in my crib or carried in the six If I'm right here nigga, then this right here nigga Picture me putting my hearse like I ain't gotta a clip full a hollow tips to put in these jerks I might as well put in the work Spit em up outta herre and get em up outta here I got the juice like bishop had wit him That just don't give a fuck, semi Like ol' dog had wit him I'm sayin prayers for my enemy I hope god bless him before the fucker run into me I dunno, what the fuck has got into me But I know I don't want them slugs goin into me I'm just tryin to live my life So niggaz better give me my respect or give me life [Chorus] Look what you made me do man Look what you made me do man I didn't want it to come to the right But fuck it.. Niggaz will push you to that point man Niggaz will play with you so much man Aggravate you so much man That you wanna kill a nigga man Yea |
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from Fabolous - Street Dreams (2003)
Yea, I ain't scared of you motherfuckers
I ain't no killer right But y'all niggaz gon' make me one For real.. leave me alone, shit You fuckin with the wrong one brotha I'm telling ya I'm sittin in the crib dreamin about killin ya with machine guns shotties and desert E dilligers putting a bullet as big as a battery through a niggaz anatomy and watchin him die slow you need full clips to push up in the joint when you in the kinda truck that I push up to the joint cuz theses motherfuckaz will push him to the point that you'll end up locked down doin push ups in the joint but they'll box you in the corner and you can throw ya fists up and act like you a boxer on his corner ride wit ya gun in your glove box instead of on ya you'll be six feet deep in one of them boxes if you wanna not me, I squeeze the clips drop from the handle till your remains is in a urn on top of the mantle till everybody scramble off the block like they Randall (run) till there's a murial on your block and some candles who wanna die? [Chorus] I don't wanna kill no one but I ain't no motherfuckin punk I don't wanna kill no one but I ain't no motherfuckin chump I don't wanna kill no one but I ain't no motherfuckin clown cuz I'ma have to kill someone just to get some respeck my teflons will have you screamin like wyclef jean (someone please call 9-1-1) but if they ever get the watch on my left arm ima have more bury than that guy stephon first they put that white seed over you brother then the newspapers put you all over the cover then you in a suit one hand cross over the other next you in the earth with the dirt over you brother a tinted hearse is what most men leave in followed by a limo full of family and close friends greavin when you pull the marijuana ima wanna kill you as bad as The Terminator wanted Sarah Connor but I'm loosin my patience fuck it send me to the island I could use a vacation now it's easy for me to understand how you could just kill a man [Chorus] I'd rather be judged by twelve Than carried by the six My gun ain't on my man, or carried by my chicks My gun ain't in my crib or carried in the six If I'm right here nigga, then this right here nigga Picture me putting my hearse like I ain't gotta a clip full a hollow tips to put in these jerks I might as well put in the work Spit em up outta herre and get em up outta here I got the juice like bishop had wit him That just don't give a fuck, semi Like ol' dog had wit him I'm sayin prayers for my enemy I hope god bless him before the fucker run into me I dunno, what the fuck has got into me But I know I don't want them slugs goin into me I'm just tryin to live my life So niggaz better give me my respect or give me life [Chorus] Look what you made me do man Look what you made me do man I didn't want it to come to the right But fuck it.. Niggaz will push you to that point man Niggaz will play with you so much man Aggravate you so much man That you wanna kill a nigga man Yea |
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from Fabolous - More Street Dreams Pt.2/ The Mixtape (2003)
(Intro - Fabolous)
Uh, you think I give a fuck about what these niggas say man They even talked about Jesus (Fabolous) I ain't mad at when it rain, cause I know the sun is somewhere shinin Sorta like some clear diamonds I hardly see my moms, but she know her son is somewhere grindin Some where rhymin, or somewhere climbing Out of a pottable 760, inclasable very sticky Wit a handgun, to send these cowards to Heaven quickly I ain't pussy, so I won't allow you to ever dick me I know these greaseballs, wonder how could they ever stick me But I move, like the President through town Wit stones the size of earrings, in my Presidential crown I put hollows from the Desert into clowns, cause the cemetary Is where most of the dudes, that are hesitant are found So I take the time, of whatever the bench throw The 4BM put down, in a seventy-two inch hole Mean while getting adapted, to the fame has be hectic But I'm fucking like I'm tryna take down Chamberlain's record And the girls more than like you, when you running run Doing world tours like Michael, but girl's sure don't like you You going on like thirty-six, flowin on some berry mix The little money you get, you blowing on them dirty chicks Tryna look young, so you throwing on the jersey quick I'm on my second V-12, you going on ya thirty-six You can look at this rider, and see I'm on the come-up Cause I pass the hitch-hikers, like I don't see 'em with they thumb up I just turn the system up and keep boppin I never get, where I'm tryna go, if a nigga keep stoppin And I tell the cops, this joint is for protection Don't they see when I come through, how these people point in my direction That's why I poke out my jeans, like my joint with a erection Till I'm in a joint made for correction And right now, the way rapper bi'ness spread It wouldn't even surprise me, if one of these rappers is a Fed, nigga (Paul Cain) Since I'm in the position to get rich, I'ma get it Whether it come from rapping on blocks, flipping and pitching And fuck the stove, and the kitchen where I cook and prepare it (Nigga you know) and don't try to act like the truth ain't apparent I'm on a mission to get richer, it's as simple as that I make it obvious, when I pick up a pencil and rap Like a .40 Cal, spittin on instrumentals I clap! And these verses, are like the hollow point I sent through yo back I get you murdered if I think you a wrap Cause if you don't show loyalty, then that show me where ya principles at And you don't know how much I been through, in fact I never did like you, I ain't even gon' pretend wit you cats And I'm the nicest, I ain't gotta say it twice and repeat it I'm a lyrical genius, I never been beated, defeated I'ma draw my weapon and squeeze it, you better believe it Leave you parapaligic, I demand respect and I mean it My Desert's the meanest, you probably dead if you seen it Or spored out somewhere sick, you get red on the cement And I blow off ya head for no reason, and just when I'm leavin You don't know me ya on me homie, but the spread make us even, BLOAW! (Outro - Paul Cain) And the bad part about it is man, haha I'm only twenty years old man And I'm just havin fun Man I ain't even tryin man Desert Storm's youngest, and in charge man Paul Cain, man Yo Fab man, you ain't even gotta go hard man I got these niggas man Clue! Holla at cha boy Skatin Dolla Duro! it's our year man Desert Storm, we gon' kill niggas man You already know what it is It's a ho'cide man Stop "Street Dreamin" |
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from Fabolous - Real Talk (2004)
[Intro]
On them streets You better keep your hand on them heats And live what you sayin' on them beats Real talk.. [Verse 1] They ain't walkin' the walk, they just talkin' the talk Some people look at me as the real talk of New York I ain't these like these niggaz who be feinin' to front Like they the first to ever put green in a blunt Look I don't be meaning to stunt, but I zip down like jeans in the front In somethin' that you seen and you want But otherwise I'm cool wit' it They say only the ones who never had gon' get and act a fool wit' it Everybodys' gangsta through the promotion Even if they raised in a house wit' a view of the ocean The bangers is growin' upset Cuz' ya' ass is on t.v. throwin' up sets And you know you ain't like that But you'll say that you is Go and rent a bunch a shit and and then say that its his You ain't a pimp or you wouldn't go to dinner wit' groupies Ain't a baller cuz' you wouldn't put spinners on hoopties [Hook 2X] 1-2-3; you don't really wanna fuck wit me Get in the way you could get yourself shot Fuck the cops, you on my block Fuckin' wit a gangsta nigga [Verse 2] How can niggaz say they be on the other side of the seas' Where the steering wheels are on the other side of the v's And the home look like the spot on the other side of the c's When they ain't never been on the other side of the p's I ca' see through em', ya tents are too light Every sentence you write is far from the truth You wanna be that nigga you are in the booth But you ain't got the heart, the scars, or the proof And now you flash ya' shirt tag in our grill But I'm hearin' you was a dirtbag before the deal You walk around talkin' how every dime sucked When they don't even speak to you, nevermind fucked you Ya' hood sayin' don't come back Step foot in here, and they gon' put you where you won't come back Dog, how the fuck you gon' have keys in ya' house When ya' moms' won't even give you keys to the house loser [Hook] [Verse 3] Nigga you in the mirror, checkin' what your make ups' lookin' like Tryina fool the world wit' a Jacob look-a-like Jiving like you hold stacks But ya' car is ten years old homie, ya' drivin' in a throwback They gon' strip you, have you runnin' naked next Without security you like unprotected sex You ain't never gon' finger a trigger All you do is look in the mugshot book and finger a nigga I real recognize real, you'd be a john doe You livin' in a closet and call it a condo I don't member you as a slinger that was on the bench Just a little scrub ass ringer in the tournaments Now they try to blame the fall of hip hop on fans Nah, I think its these hip hop con mans Studio gangstas is played out now This ain't the eighties, battle raps'll get you layed out Fucka [Hook] [Outro] 1-2-3; and any time that you on them streets You better keep your hand on them heats And live what you sayin' on them beats Real talk Real talk It's really really really really real talk It's really really really really real talk It's really really really really real talk It's really really really really real talk |
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from Fabolous - Real Talk (2004)
On them streets
You better keep your hand on them heats And live what you sayin' on them beats Real talk.. They ain't walkin' the walk, they just talkin' the talk Some people look at me as the real talk of New York I ain't these like these niggaz who be feinin' to front Like they the first to ever put green in a blunt Look I don't be meaning to stunt, but I zip down like jeans in the front In somethin' that you seen and you want But otherwise I'm cool wit' it They say only the ones who never had gon' get and act a fool wit' it Everybodys' gangsta through the promotion Even if they raised in a house wit' a view of the ocean The bangers is growin' upset Cuz' ya' ass is on t.v. throwin' up sets And you know you ain't like that But you'll say that you is Go and rent a bunch a shit and and then say that its his You ain't a pimp or you wouldn't go to dinner wit' groupies Ain't a baller cuz' you wouldn't put spinners on hoopties 1-2-3 you don't really wanna fuck wit me Get in the way you could get yourself shot Fuck the cops, you on my block Fuckin' wit a gangsta nigga 1-2-3 you don't really wanna fuck wit me Get in the way you could get yourself shot Fuck the cops, you on my block Fuckin' wit a gangsta nigga How can niggaz say they be on the other side of the seas' Where the steering wheels are on the other side of the v's And the home look like the spot on the other side of the c's When they ain't never been on the other side of the p's I ca' see through em', ya tents are too light Every sentence you write is far from the truth You wanna be that nigga you are in the booth But you ain't got the heart, the scars, or the proof And now you flash ya' shirt tag in our grill But I'm hearin' you was a dirtbag before the deal You walk around talkin' how every dime sucked When they don't even speak to you, nevermind fucked you Ya' hood sayin' don't come back Step foot in here, and they gon' put you where you won't come back Dog, how the fuck you gon' have keys in ya' house When ya' moms' won't even give you keys to the house loser 1-2-3 you don't really wanna fuck wit me Get in the way you could get yourself shot Fuck the cops, you on my block Fuckin' wit a gangsta nigga 1-2-3 you don't really wanna fuck wit me Get in the way you could get yourself shot Fuck the cops, you on my block Fuckin' wit a gangsta nigga Nigga you in the mirror, checkin' what your make ups' lookin' like Tryina fool the world wit' a Jacob look-a-like Jiving like you hold stacks But ya' car is ten years old homie, ya' drivin' in a throwback They gon' strip you, have you runnin' naked next Without security you like unprotected sex You ain't never gon' finger a trigger All you do is look in the mugshot book and finger a nigga I real recognize real, you'd be a john doe You livin' in a closet and call it a condo I don't member you as a slinger that was on the bench Just a little scrub ass ringer in the tournaments Now they try to blame the fall of hip hop on fans Nah, I think its these hip hop con mans Studio gangstas is played out now This ain't the eighties, battle raps'll get you layed out Fucka 1-2-3 you don't really wanna fuck wit me Get in the way you could get yourself shot Fuck the cops, you on my block Fuckin' wit a gangsta nigga 1-2-3 you don't really wanna fuck wit me Get in the way you could get yourself shot Fuck the cops, you on my block Fuckin' wit a gangsta nigga 1-2-3; and any time that you on them streets You better keep your hand on them heats And live what you sayin' on them beats Real talk Real talk It's really really really really real talk It's really really really really real talk It's really really really really real talk It's really really really really real talk |
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from Fabolous 4집 - From Nothin' To Somethin' (2007)
Tryin to show you somethin shorty Ay baby girl they say the world is a beautiful place that's right I'm tryin to help you open yo' eyes and see that Ha ha this some shit cool shit real playa like Hey shorty we can do it real playa like We can go a few places that you say you like See what a day is like when you be my a alike Girl just lay back I'll do it the way you like Said it's the flyest thing just the way we swing Me and you how we do You need to leave them burgers alone and make a steak upgrade I'm filet mignon with a tape up fade I see things clear through these Mark Jacob shades Like the clarity in these jewels that Jacob made You sleep better knowin you gon' wake up paid Hairstyle nails filed makeup made We can shock South Beach shake up Dade In a droptop Phantom with the Drakov blades I'ma stop by the barber you can hit the shops in the harbor Then get the chops or the lobster Prime on 12 dinner for dos we begin with a toast end with a dose of the light green cheeba rolled in a Cohiba It's Sunday so you know the Forge is Weather gorgeous not a cloud in the sky We can show the world how to be fly yessss Hey shorty we can do it real playa like We can go a few places that you say you like See what a day is like when you be my a alike Girl just lay back I'll do it the way you like Said it's the flyest thing just the way we swing Me and you how we do If you want to act Hollywood fine but shorty let's do it when we sittin on the hills like the Hollywood Sign And every man lies but not every man flies privately to Van Nuys Range on the runway driver to pop doors Straight to Barney's somethin we need to stop for She like It's early what we gonna shop for How 'bout green grass breakfast top floor Later on Fred C or Max Fields Real playa like dress good black heels No 'Hanas we can do Katana's You me and ooh wee marijuana Then slide through Hyde might include Mood Maybe go to Area if it's in the area The Friday's young try things my way hon Malibu ride highway 1 Nothing is too much everything you touch turns to gold You make me better I'm fly as I can be but when you're with me I can't help but notice I'm more focused but you're the coldest Girl you are so Bring the Maybach we got a long way to go Just lay back you had a long day I know And they whack do it the wrong way I know I play back but have the song playin low While we six-deuce and let you fix Goose In a glass with some ice maybe mix some juice in On the way to L I well I coulda took the helleye but we do more behind wheel Hampton home two floors for nine mill' Real playa like two doors from Seinfeld White marble new floors that shine still And the help keep food stored wine chilled Hey you gotta live one day right Well how 'bout from Friday to Sunday night Then back 'fore they notice back up in Lotus Let the world know we back and we focused Hey shorty we can do it real playa like We can go a few places that you say you like See what a day is like when you be my a alike Girl just lay back I'll do it the way you like Said it's the flyest thing just the way we swing Me and you how we do be so fly |
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from Fabolous - Real Talk (2004)
[Intro- Fabolous and Cop]
[Cop:] Alright there ah buddy license and registration [Fab:] Uh officer is there a problem man whats going on? [Cop:] Yeah, I had a report of a UFO [Fab:] whats that? [Cop:] An unidentified Ferrari looking object flying by me on the highway [Cop:] you know how fast you were going? [Fab:] nah not at all man [Cop:] you must have been going pretty damn fast because my radar is over there smoking buddy [Cop:] keep your hands where I can fucking see 'em too [Cop:] I heard about you in the paper, I know you got the toaster strudel [mumbles] [Cop:] yeah I need some backup over here I've got two rap singers [Fabolous] I wonder briefly Could it be there's no roof above me or the 22's underneath me Thats keepin them sirens flashin on my ass Should I get to pumpin the brakes or mashin on the gas? I'm naturally harassed And I feel like I'm getting punked... but I don't see Ashton in the grass Nor is there a camera stashed into the dash It's a guy in a uniform and a passion that he has For flashin wit his badge And shining light in my face Plus he keep his right hand right by his waist The wrong move will get a gun right in my face And they fighting for my life... I'm fighting the case And I ain't trying to be the story they twist in the press Like: the young man resisted arrest Then he started reaching for something that looks like a pistol I guess So I pulled on a nigga I mean I pulled on the trigger...figures [Hook: Nate Dogg] I go around the corner what do I see? Po Po's followin me Askin for my ID whos car I'm driving Po Po's botherin me Got me in a lineup, got my hands in cuffs They don't wanna set me free Trying to bring me down, when they come around Po Po's fuckin with me [Cain] Awe shit the jakes are fucking with me again They hate to see me rich, they'd rather see me stuck in the pen Everytime they walk or pull up beside me Flash lights in my face askin for my registration and ID I don't know the reason for the harassment And the questions they askin Or the ice grills they get when I'm passin Or maybe its my fault Cause I be out all times at night Doin shit I know I shouldn't plus I don't be ridin right Smokin' lye.. no stash box for me to put the skit Two warrants, no license and I ain't got insurance yet I keep a hammer close because foes wanna stick me up But keep my movement swift because Po's wanna frisk me up Since '94 I've been told on by 50 descriptions And in 10 years not once did they get a conviction These pigs shouldn't provoke a rider I'm so tired, they got one more time to fuck wit me before I open fire [Nate Dogg] ones for the money and twos for the show three must be for the motherfuckin po po' I've seen ghetto kings fall to the floor cause they can't see ask (?) (still some of y'all creepin with the Po Po's Sleepin wit the Po Po's Some of y'all walking wit the Po Po's I ain't fuckin with the Po Po's) [Fabolous] BITCH! They gon' have to put my back on the cement Before I'm in the back with my knee bent On my way back to the precinct I'm back in the G-bent Black wit the pre-tint Vanilla aroma to cover the back with the tree scent The way I ride I know I'm in for a case But the coupe do 200 so they in for a chase When it comes to lawyers I got the man Puff uses Thats why you never seen my wrists with handcuff bruises I got them hollow tips.. to stick up in the AR's Detectors in the dash.. to pick up on the radar Stash box in it when I purchased the vehicle So I don't have a problem wit you searching the vehicle They probably want to scoop an arrest I try to throw shots but its cool, I got a coupe like a vest And 'em troopers will just feel stupid I guess The slugs will bounce off like they hittin superman's chest.. nigga [Hook] [Fab:] Shit man a nigga ain't even do shit awe shit here comes this dude right now [Cop:] Alright buddy unfortunately you came back straight, you and your buddy Scain Scholar get the fuck outta here I don't wanna see you guys around here again alright [Cop:] Look take it from Larry lock the rapper, get the fuck outta here I don't wanna see you around here again. and by the way I need an autograph for my kids they love you eh? |
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from Fabolous - Real Talk (2004)
[Intro- Fabolous and Cop]
[Cop:] Alright there ah buddy license and registration [Fab:] Uh officer is there a problem man whats going on? [Cop:] Yeah, I had a report of a UFO [Fab:] whats that? [Cop:] An unidentified Ferrari looking object flying by me on the highway [Cop:] you know how fast you were going? [Fab:] nah not at all man [Cop:] you must have been going pretty damn fast because my radar is over there smoking buddy [Cop:] keep your hands where I can fucking see 'em too [Cop:] I heard about you in the paper, I know you got the toaster strudel [mumbles] [Cop:] yeah I need some backup over here I've got two rap singers [Fabolous] I wonder briefly Could it be there's no roof above me or the 22's underneath me Thats keepin them sirens flashin on my ass Should I get to pumpin the brakes or mashin on the gas? I'm naturally harassed And I feel like I'm getting punked... but I don't see Ashton in the grass Nor is there a camera stashed into the dash It's a guy in a uniform and a passion that he has For flashin wit his badge And shining light in my face Plus he keep his right hand right by his waist The wrong move will get a gun right in my face And they fighting for my life... I'm fighting the case And I ain't trying to be the story they twist in the press Like: the young man resisted arrest Then he started reaching for something that looks like a pistol I guess So I pulled on a nigga I mean I pulled on the trigger...figures [Hook: Nate Dogg] I go around the corner what do I see? Po Po's followin me Askin for my ID whos car I'm driving Po Po's botherin me Got me in a lineup, got my hands in cuffs They don't wanna set me free Trying to bring me down, when they come around Po Po's fuckin with me [Cain] Awe shit the jakes are fucking with me again They hate to see me rich, they'd rather see me stuck in the pen Everytime they walk or pull up beside me Flash lights in my face askin for my registration and ID I don't know the reason for the harassment And the questions they askin Or the ice grills they get when I'm passin Or maybe its my fault Cause I be out all times at night Doin shit I know I shouldn't plus I don't be ridin right Smokin' lye.. no stash box for me to put the skit Two warrants, no license and I ain't got insurance yet I keep a hammer close because foes wanna stick me up But keep my movement swift because Po's wanna frisk me up Since '94 I've been told on by 50 descriptions And in 10 years not once did they get a conviction These pigs shouldn't provoke a rider I'm so tired, they got one more time to fuck wit me before I open fire [Nate Dogg] ones for the money and twos for the show three must be for the motherfuckin po po' I've seen ghetto kings fall to the floor cause they can't see ask (?) (still some of y'all creepin with the Po Po's Sleepin wit the Po Po's Some of y'all walking wit the Po Po's I ain't fuckin with the Po Po's) [Fabolous] BITCH! They gon' have to put my back on the cement Before I'm in the back with my knee bent On my way back to the precinct I'm back in the G-bent Black wit the pre-tint Vanilla aroma to cover the back with the tree scent The way I ride I know I'm in for a case But the coupe do 200 so they in for a chase When it comes to lawyers I got the man Puff uses Thats why you never seen my wrists with handcuff bruises I got them hollow tips.. to stick up in the AR's Detectors in the dash.. to pick up on the radar Stash box in it when I purchased the vehicle So I don't have a problem wit you searching the vehicle They probably want to scoop an arrest I try to throw shots but its cool, I got a coupe like a vest And 'em troopers will just feel stupid I guess The slugs will bounce off like they hittin superman's chest.. nigga [Hook] [Fab:] Shit man a nigga ain't even do shit awe shit here comes this dude right now [Cop:] Alright buddy unfortunately you came back straight, you and your buddy Scain Scholar get the fuck outta here I don't wanna see you guys around here again alright [Cop:] Look take it from Larry lock the rapper, get the fuck outta here I don't wanna see you around here again. and by the way I need an autograph for my kids they love you eh? |
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from Fabolous - Loso`s Way (2009)
A thug changes and love changes
And best friends become strangers, Pachangas Pa-Pa-Pachangas , Pa-Pa-Pachangas Yo everything ain't love, love cause if it is My definition of love must differ his I mean every friendship has its differences But these 'Young Bucks' remind me of 'Fif' and his They hear the good life, wanna see what the difference is Some just wanna smoke, enjoy the piff-vileges He unwrap a cigar like it's a gift of his He a funny lil nigga like Eddie Griffin is Between smokin' and chokin' then you got to live So I gave him a chance and that's a lot to give We 'posed to make the most of what you was paid to gross I gave you bread and butter you supposed to make the toast Fifteen years, fifteen years And now when we say 'what's up' the shit seem weird But there's a question I prepared for you How could you fuck the only people who ever cared for you? A thug changes A thug changes and love changes And best friends become strangers, Pachangas Pa-Pa-Pachangas , Pa-Pa-Pachangas A thug changes and love changes And best friends become strangers, Pachangas Pa-Pa-Pachangas , Pa-Pa-Pachangas There's a parallel path 'tween friends and enemies And whenever you cross it you make friend-emies There's no remedies for these sick memories My doctor said there's no cure for the Emmales Had a crush on you now we Kim and Cease We don't even talk no more it's no biggie I was so Biggie, you was Faith I let you slide in my home, you was safe I thought my ability to provide you stability Was what was really G, okay silly me I was Billy D, smooth cappa really street Really she attract niggaz like the a Milli beat And I happen to rap but somethin' 'bout this beat strange Soon as I try to flow with it the beat change Never thought she'd change But what you thinks a upgrade really just could be a seat change A thug changes and love changes And best friends become strangers, Pachangas Pa-Pa-Pachangas, Pa-Pa-Pachangas A thug changes and love changes And best friends become strangers, Pachangas Pa-Pa-Pachangas, Pa-Pa-Pachangas See when the love is gone then it's just B.S. left Just niggas with chains on tryna be S.F. (Street Fam) That's when your ace become ya B.F.F. Pa-Pa-Pa-Pachange ya like they was a P.F. chef Da-Da-Da-Danger, it just feels 'Mystikal' I miss the cool nights sittin in the Coll-O Now it's like boo we sittin' in Apollo It used to be all good then shit just went mile low And that's bad, matter fact that's sad Cause when you lose a friend it's hard to handle the loss They do some bitch shit gotta give ya man a divorce End up watchin' Friends like Joey, Chandler and Ross, ya see Most of these niggas ain't never love 'em And these bitches just think whatever of 'em So maybe playin' dumb was kinda clever of 'em And less friends are your best friends become strangers A thug changes and love changes And best friends become strangers, Pachangas Pa-Pa-Pachangas, Pa-Pa-Pachangas A thug changes and love changes And best friends become strangers, Pachangas Pa-Pa-Pachangas, Pa-Pa-Pachangas |
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from Fabolous - Ghetto Fabolous (2001)
"One Day"
[Fabolous humming to the beat] It's easy to look at my life and don't see no pain I remember takin 3, 4 trains to re cocaine Standing in the lobby during sleet, snow, rain Waiting for fiends with a pint of beef lomain Breaking day on the grind, I used to be so drained But ain't a Saturday I wasn't up to see Soul Train Sometimes I ain't see no gain cause I was runnin to Ralphies everytime my trees showed stains I was lucky I ain't seized or maim Get shot or stuck up standin at them C-Lo games But now shit with these skios changed I ain't know why the fuck they used to look at me so strange Glanced at my neck and didn't see no chain Be saying "That's nasty", wouldn't give me no brain Ya'll surprised F-A-B-O's sane In my rolla life, I done jumped in and out of 3, 4 lanes I'm still here [Chorus] My moma used to tell me "Son, you're gonna make it one day, it'll happen" Who knew I'd have what it takes, to be famous and one day I'd be rappin - no My papa used to ask me "Son, are you prepared? Cause one day it could happen" I dreamed about this game, but who would of believed that one day I'd be trapped in - no I just want some peace of mind Nigga's will risk havin cuffs on their wrists for this masterpiece on mine Know that I'm a squeeze until the top of my piece recline I can't see myself in back of a Caprice confined But on a small island, too far for police to find With girls who look 'Rican and Guyanese combined I gotta make sure my niece is fine She get every doll for Christmas, new Jordans at Easter-Time Some be like "At least you signed" But that just make is easy to get pointed out at precinct lines All ya'll can see if every piece be dime And I be gettin Nikes before they even get released sometime Youngsters, don't let these videos geese your mind It ain't cool to end up deceased for shine And if you can't get the whole pot, just take a piece and grind Hold your head, your stress will cease in time [Chorus] Sometimes I wish I could go way back when I could walk thru and ain't nobody know Jay Jackson Everything was OK back then Now everybody playin a cool role and I know they actin I gotta go back through my ol' way packin These wolves know my jewels is filled with O shade Jacksons I don't care as long as my dough stay stackin But these niggas with me be eager to show they Mack 10s And I'm the one the PO's stay trackin Plus I got all these ducks around the ol' way quackin These hoes may crack grins but I swear to God I won't never take O.J's actions If I would've let this flow stay packed in I'd probably be with Nick and 'Rome, spending my whole day shacked in For now I just roll on those eight Jacksons till Clue and Duro brings those gray plaques in Yeah [Chorus] One day it'll happen That One day I'd be rappin No One day it could happen One day I'd be trapped in No |
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from Fabolous - Ghetto Fabolous (2001)
"One Day"
[Fabolous humming to the beat] It's easy to look at my life and don't see no pain I remember takin 3, 4 trains to re cocaine Standing in the lobby during sleet, snow, rain Waiting for fiends with a pint of beef lomain Breaking day on the grind, I used to be so drained But ain't a Saturday I wasn't up to see Soul Train Sometimes I ain't see no gain cause I was runnin to Ralphies everytime my trees showed stains I was lucky I ain't seized or maim Get shot or stuck up standin at them C-Lo games But now shit with these skios changed I ain't know why the fuck they used to look at me so strange Glanced at my neck and didn't see no chain Be saying "That's nasty", wouldn't give me no brain Ya'll surprised F-A-B-O's sane In my rolla life, I done jumped in and out of 3, 4 lanes I'm still here [Chorus] My moma used to tell me "Son, you're gonna make it one day, it'll happen" Who knew I'd have what it takes, to be famous and one day I'd be rappin - no My papa used to ask me "Son, are you prepared? Cause one day it could happen" I dreamed about this game, but who would of believed that one day I'd be trapped in - no I just want some peace of mind Nigga's will risk havin cuffs on their wrists for this masterpiece on mine Know that I'm a squeeze until the top of my piece recline I can't see myself in back of a Caprice confined But on a small island, too far for police to find With girls who look 'Rican and Guyanese combined I gotta make sure my niece is fine She get every doll for Christmas, new Jordans at Easter-Time Some be like "At least you signed" But that just make is easy to get pointed out at precinct lines All ya'll can see if every piece be dime And I be gettin Nikes before they even get released sometime Youngsters, don't let these videos geese your mind It ain't cool to end up deceased for shine And if you can't get the whole pot, just take a piece and grind Hold your head, your stress will cease in time [Chorus] Sometimes I wish I could go way back when I could walk thru and ain't nobody know Jay Jackson Everything was OK back then Now everybody playin a cool role and I know they actin I gotta go back through my ol' way packin These wolves know my jewels is filled with O shade Jacksons I don't care as long as my dough stay stackin But these niggas with me be eager to show they Mack 10s And I'm the one the PO's stay trackin Plus I got all these ducks around the ol' way quackin These hoes may crack grins but I swear to God I won't never take O.J's actions If I would've let this flow stay packed in I'd probably be with Nick and 'Rome, spending my whole day shacked in For now I just roll on those eight Jacksons till Clue and Duro brings those gray plaques in Yeah [Chorus] One day it'll happen That One day I'd be rappin No One day it could happen One day I'd be trapped in No |
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from Fabolous - More Street Dreams Pt.2/ The Mixtape (2003)
[ad-libs]
Uh, they call me G-H-E-T-T-O, nigga Uh, uh, I'm back on that bullshit Haha, who could fuck around? Huh? uh.. [verse] I bet you look at things from a different perspective When you see the size of the slugs, the fifth or the tech get A couple'll lift a detective And make sure the legs that he used to walked with is defective All you niggas do is sit on blocks and jive About who's the baddest bitch and if Pac's alive Nigga, I'm in a aqua five With a button that make the roof flip back like pocket knives I can't knock ya drive, you feelin' like Rocky Till you get a beatin' like he got in Rocky 5 The squad'll still hold toast, and get these bitches To open they legs wider than a field goal post Broke niggas don't wanna stand my grind so they knock it Think my jeans got Mickey D's signs on my pockets The hydro combined with, the chocolate have ya eyes Lookin' like the tall dude who signed with the Rockets The flow is so sick, sooner or later These niggas gonna need barf bags bigger than golf bags The coke get flew on planes monthly And cops search me for weapons harder than they do in Hussein country And any chick that get a view of the chain wit me I guess that's what Jay meant by chain reactions Bitch! It's nothin' to thumb off some notes Fuck a dealer, I get 'em when they come off the boat, fucka [ad-libs] Yeah, Ghetto... Fab, nigga, uh.. Uh, Street Family.. Uh, pay attention, y'all.. Please, uh, yeah.. You could love Fab, hate Fab, I don't care Send ya clothes with the check or I don't wear Uh huh, yeah.. Uh.. uh.. yeah.. Street Dreams the mixtape, uh huh.. yeah.. Uh, let's get this money, y'all.. Let's get this money, y'all.. Uh, uh, uhhh.. [fades out] |
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from Fabolous - More Street Dreams Pt.2/ The Mixtape (2003)
[Intro]
Yeah, yeah (haha) haha Yeah, uh (uh-huh-uh) Uh (uh-huh-uh) Uh (uh-huh-uh) uh [Verse 1] Niggaz ain't gon' be happy till I click on a rage Pick up a gauge, and it's my face, that they stick on front page Gotta be careful, I could pull a thick of the age Chick on the stage, and winde up, sick in a cage When I come through, it's usually in Dickies that's beige Pushing a "Eleanor", like I'm Nicholas Cage And it's funny how a few bucks can Get you put under a white sheet, like you in the Ku Klux Klan It's Street Fam' for life, we ride to the death We play hard dog, don't cry to the rest I don't know you, please move to the left Or stay here and get introduced to the tefs I'm riding till the wheels come off it (yeah) Grindin till a mil' come off it (yeah) This is my plate, I eat every meal from off it Why y'all try and steal crumbs off it, jump! [Chorus] (Now ride) Top down, chrome rims spinnin and (Now ride) Gun cock, hollows in the clip now (Now ride) Chop rocks, put it on a strip now (Now ride) Y'all know Street Family gon' (ride) (Now ride) Top down, chrome rims spinnin and (Now ride) Gun cock, hollows in the clip now (Now ride) Chop rocks, put it on a strip now (Now ride) Y'all know Street Family gon' (ride) [Verse 2] Now when I spray wit the sauer, I gotta spend a day wit the lawyer Worryin bout, who say that saw ya Keep yay wit the oyers, two kids on the block Like when Mourning and Mutumbo, used to play wit the Hoyas I'ma boss, that you can never upstand Or get a red dot on you, like a 7Up can Some of y'all caught feelings from way back Others waited till I came through, short willing the Maybach But I'm still bucking like, five, duce, four, trey Still tucking and letting the fo' spray Still ducking where ever the po's lay And still fucking, and making them hoes say, WHOA! ...And I know Fed's seen The old school Chevy, with the dope head lean Y'all love the way I R-I-D-E Call my D.E., and put you on a R.I.P.T., ghetto [Chorus] |
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from Fabolous - Street Dreams (2003)
"Not Give A Fuck"
I'm here to shake up the world... I'm somethin' like a phenomenom, But still dumpin' whenever the drama's on, Ya'll hustlers can't eat fit meals, And it feels somethin' like when it's Ramadon, Hope you chumps been walkin' with armor on, Somethin's turnin' his momma on, I like to see rumps in pharoah garment thongs, Bet it look plump when you got pajama's on, Jump in, let's hit the Bahama's ma', And it's crunk whenever I'm on the song, Bumpin' like "Bumb-ba-Bump," I'm particularly picky, When it comes to licky licky, Have'em slidin' off them Vickie's quickly, Under the doo-rag,?? sixty, It's the hypno and sticky icky, I said Okay! [Chorus] I'm fly enough, to do better, But pimp enough to not give a fuck, And I'm thug enough, to do better, And gangsta enough to not give a fuck, I'm hustlin' enough, to know better, But ballin' enough to not give a fuck, And I'm, old enough, to know better, But young enough to not give a fuck D-d-d-d-dammit man, I'm in a throwback so old, It'll make your grandma glance, And everybody know, everybody go, So please, call the stretch ambulance, These dudes don't stand a chance, When I pull up like the pamper brand, Those in the Lambo slants, With a madame from France, With a ass so big, You couldn't hide it in hammer pants, Who else be in New York, With Miami tans, Got everybody doin' the street family dance, I'm sure this hammer can, Make you save that gangsta role for the camera man, F-A-B, you preferably, Don't wanna F wit me, Please believe it, I'm definately, as responsible, For gettin' the City High as 'Clef would be, Believe it please [Chorus] I'm introduced to your women friends, 'Cause I buy double duces, That ??, Like they boots made by Timbaland, I have to remind, Since I got drafted and signed, Ya'll playa's get used to the scrimagin' |
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from Fabolous - Street Dreams (2003)
I'm somethin' like a phenomenom,
But still dumpin' whenever the drama's on, Ya'll hustlers can't eat fit meals, And it feels somethin' like when it's Ramadon, Hope you chumps been walkin' with armor on, Somethin's turnin' his momma on, I like to see rumps in pharoah garment thongs, Bet it look plump when you got pajama's on, Jump in, let's hit the Bahama's ma', And it's crunk whenever I'm on the song, Bumpin' like "Bumb-ba-Bump," I'm particularly picky, When it comes to licky licky, Have'em slidin' off them Vickie's quickly, Under the doo-rag,?? sixty, It's the hypno and sticky icky, I said Okay! I'm fly enough, to do better, But pimp enough to not give a fuck, And I'm thug enough, to do better, And gangsta enough to not give a fuck, I'm hustlin' enough, to know better, But ballin' enough to not give a fuck, And I'm, old enough, to know better, But young enough to not give a fuck D-d-d-d-dammit man, I'm in a throwback so old, It'll make your grandma glance, And everybody know, everybody go, So please, call the stretch ambulance, These dudes don't stand a chance, When I pull up like the pamper brand, Those in the Lambo slants, With a madame from France, With a ass so big, You couldn't hide it in hammer pants, Who else be in New York, With Miami tans, Got everybody doin' the street family dance, I'm sure this hammer can, Make you save that gangsta role for the camera man, F-A-B, you preferably, Don't wanna F wit me, Please believe it, I'm definately, as responsible, For gettin' the City High as 'Clef would be, Believe it please I'm duced to your women friends, 'Cause I buy double duces, That ??, Like they boots made by Tim |
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from Fabolous - Street Dreams (2003)
I'm here to shake up the world
What what what what what What what what what what Right, right - ghetto I'm something like a phenomenon But still dumpin whenever the dramas on Ya'll hustlas can't eat fit meals and it feels Something like when it's Ramadan Hope you chumps been walkin wit armor on I'm who they dumpin two colahamels on Oh somethings turning his mama on I love to see rumps in Farragama thongs Bet it look dope when you got pajamas on Jump in, lets hit the Bahamas ma And it's crunk whenever I'm on a song, bumpin like bump bu-bump I'm particulary picky When it come to licky licky Have em slidin off them vickies quickly (o.k.) Under the du-rag thick 360 It's the hypno and sticky icky (I said o.k.) (Chorus) Fly enough to do better, but pimp enough to not give a fuck Thug enough to do better, and gangsta enough to not give a fuck Im hustlin enough to know better, but ballin enough to not give a fuck Im old enough to know better, but young enough to not give a fuck Dud-duh-duh-duh-dammit man I'm in a throwback so old it'll grandma glance And everybody know everybody go, so please call a stretch ambulance these dudes don't stand a chance when I pull up like the pamper brand those under lambo slants wit a mad dam from france wit a ass so big you couldn't hide it in hammer pants who else be in new york wit Miami tans got everybody doin the street family dance I'm sure this hammer can, make you save that gangsta role for the camera man this is f-a-b you prefably don't wanna f wit me (please believe it) I'm definantly as responsible for gettin the city high, clef would be (believe it please) (Chorus) I'm introduced to yo women friends (hello) Cuz I buy double deuces to rent a benz (ooh) Like them bootz made by timbaland Not half them were mine, since I got drafted and signed Ya'll players get used to the scrimmagin Not one of them jesus' got lemon gems? You know Ya'll lips gonna get loose like ya feminine I prove lettin with the semi can Boost my adrenaline You'll never have use with that hand again Half of my roots is Dominican (faboloso) Me gusta le bejamins This dude got the juice of a pimp in him I'm turning stones like medusa had glimpse of them But right now you can lie and gossip to And later on be the guy who the mobs look to And right now you can try and prosecute But later on you gon die in the hospital (Chorus) |
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from Coach Carter (코치 카터) by Trevor Rabin [ost] (2005)
Ugh...
It feels good If it feels good don't even fire again, you know Get up man, real talk in New York for u man Ooh, (fabolous) Its all eyes on me like mister straw So they wanna f**k you right in the door Chicks coma around and put chest in the chore So i ain't a playa that need a assist to score Any messes with shore the criss on that craw Climb on a couch kick off the Christian Diors I don't pop till a spend my pist on that boy But i do it again if you miss me before Its no big deal I have so a big will And them little cars with so big wheels Put a little box for them all big steels Pretty little chicks and none's big heels to me, i never give o's Most girls are diggers who aint going never hit gold I get under the sun when the weather gets cold 8,4,5 when the 7 gets old (Chorrus) Aye, Aye Stop that mamma Can't u see that i'm a east-coast fellah? Aye, aye U most missunderstand i don't spend all that bend night over Aye, Aye Why u looking like before i'm gun u can run No need for conversation No need for conversation (fabolous) Now see you the type uhh, You gets me hyper Maybe 'cause your chick is like me. But i'm a black cars whiper thats just tighter And u ain't give a damn like me. They say i'm the sickest since car the droped The girls jumped to a quick demz car is hot Its the truck with the 20" star in stops That have im not blowin If he staying to going The stairs at the ear will be saying he's glowing And they like my style in the way i been trowing But thats when im boddered and they say that im blowing Now you could make the choise if u're staying or going Girl, We could go any place in the world In the jet whole 12 so we space ass hell ,girl Nobody in the streetz is gonna hear That you given 40.000 feet in the air. (Chorrus) Aye, Aye Stop that mamma Can't u see that i'm a east-coast fellah? Aye, aye U most missunderstand i don't spend all that bend night over Aye, Aye Why u looking like before i'm gun u can run No need for conversation No need for conversation (fabolous) Most lanes track allongs Brack some songs But cant keep with up like a bag of done's Keep frontin like you spend But your bag is lighter and lighter then micheals skin But the other hand Im the kind of brother man with 50.000 of ice just the butter hand Bentley, braclend, rock yourself a fan In the zone that the teller time in them other land Girls spred them legs ain't day im pragnum Its the most to got, neon magnum In the 22" with some brother who's schine Thats why everbody want a mother like mine A bralley be, with a walleys be That aint bigger dude's thats smove since balleys be Girl you need to make your move The eagles i f**ked by the lakers crew haha (Chorrus) Aye, Aye Stop that mamma Can't u see that i'm a east-coast fellah? Aye, aye U most missunderstand i don't spend all that bend night over Aye, Aye Why u looking like before i'm gun u can run No need for conversation No need for conversation (Chorrus) Aye, Aye Stop that mamma Can't u see that i'm a east-coast fellah? Aye, aye U most missunderstand i don't spend all that bend night over Aye, Aye Why u looking like before i'm gun u can run No need for conversation No need for conversation |
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from Fabolous - Street Dreams (2003)
Uh, yes I am often imitated
But I am never duplicated, yeah Yes I am often imitated But I am never duplicated [Verse 1] I can't deny it, you's a dick rider You can never flow like me, blow like me Why would a bitch like ya? She can see that I'm a fuckin rider, you a hitch hiker I'm walkin in some shoes, they can't make fit ya Got millions of paper that you can't take with ya I don't wanna talk and I can't take pictures Listen to your demo, I'll handshake with ya Excuse you, who's you? If I need a stunt double I'll use you Pardon y'all, I don't wanna step on y'all toes Seperate the authentic from the replica flows And the kid be places you could never be at So that can never be this, and this can never be that These niggaz got some audacity Sell some records as fast as me Or sell some tickets out as fast as me Motherfucker [Chorus (x2)] Yes I am often imitated (yes he is often imitated) But I am never duplicated (but he is never duplicated) So all that y'all can do is hate it [Verse 2] None of these wannabes really come close I feel like I'm watchin the MTV show Christina Milian hosts Everybody know this brother got it Way before everybody and their mother got it They still wonder how he sound like he do If I was you, I'd wanna sound like me too 'Cause I got M's, they got G's and they all right But they not me They hear how I spit it on a station Now they wanna put me on they singles just to get an imitation No, I can't make an appearance Give you a cheap fee or break on a clearance I'm what your label hoped it could be That's why they trying to mould your little ass, into a sculpture of me With the ladies it'll be like leader, she like real Y'all trying to be like me and be like ill [Chorus (x2)] So all that y'all can do is hate it [Verse 3] I'm real It's the way I talk, the way I walk It ain't my fault I won't let nothin' on two legs stop me 'Cause the real is always better than the bootleg copy Like I ain't show 'em the white and yellows at the same time Throw backs and pin wheels at the same time Like I'm scared to drop at the same time I'll show you how to do this young'n I ain't frontin' These Jordan's ain't comin' It ain't nothin' Keep the complaints comin' Can't hop on my bandwagon Jump in my blue flames You should not try, you are not I It's the dude with the Grammy grin It's no relation if it ain't a street family kin So won't the real Fabolous please stand up Please stand up Please stand up [Chorus (x2)] So all that y'all can do is hate it |
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from Fabolous - Street Dreams (2003)
Uh, yes I am often imitated
But I am never duplicated, yeah Yes I am often imitated But I am never duplicated [Verse 1] I can't deny it, you's a dick rider You can never flow like me, blow like me Why would a bitch like ya? She can see that I'm a fuckin rider, you a hitch hiker I'm walkin in some shoes, they can't make fit ya Got millions of paper that you can't take with ya I don't wanna talk and I can't take pictures Listen to your demo, I'll handshake with ya Excuse you, who's you? If I need a stunt double I'll use you Pardon y'all, I don't wanna step on y'all toes Seperate the authentic from the replica flows And the kid be places you could never be at So that can never be this, and this can never be that These niggaz got some audacity Sell some records as fast as me Or sell some tickets out as fast as me Motherfucker [Chorus (x2)] Yes I am often imitated (yes he is often imitated) But I am never duplicated (but he is never duplicated) So all that y'all can do is hate it [Verse 2] None of these wannabes really come close I feel like I'm watchin the MTV show Christina Milian hosts Everybody know this brother got it Way before everybody and their mother got it They still wonder how he sound like he do If I was you, I'd wanna sound like me too 'Cause I got M's, they got G's and they all right But they not me They hear how I spit it on a station Now they wanna put me on they singles just to get an imitation No, I can't make an appearance Give you a cheap fee or break on a clearance I'm what your label hoped it could be That's why they trying to mould your little ass, into a sculpture of me With the ladies it'll be like leader, she like real Y'all trying to be like me and be like ill [Chorus (x2)] So all that y'all can do is hate it [Verse 3] I'm real It's the way I talk, the way I walk It ain't my fault I won't let nothin' on two legs stop me 'Cause the real is always better than the bootleg copy Like I ain't show 'em the white and yellows at the same time Throw backs and pin wheels at the same time Like I'm scared to drop at the same time I'll show you how to do this young'n I ain't frontin' These Jordan's ain't comin' It ain't nothin' Keep the complaints comin' Can't hop on my bandwagon Jump in my blue flames You should not try, you are not I It's the dude with the Grammy grin It's no relation if it ain't a street family kin So won't the real Fabolous please stand up Please stand up Please stand up [Chorus (x2)] So all that y'all can do is hate it |
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from Fabolous - Street Dreams (2003)
Uh, yes I am often imitated
But I am never duplicated, yeah Yes I am often imitated But I am never duplicated [Verse 1] I can't deny it, you's a dick rider You can never flow like me, blow like me Why would a bitch like ya? She can see that I'm a fuckin rider, you a hitch hiker I'm walkin in some shoes, they can't make fit ya Got millions of paper that you can't take with ya I don't wanna talk and I can't take pictures Listen to your demo, I'll handshake with ya Excuse you, who's you? If I need a stunt double I'll use you Pardon y'all, I don't wanna step on y'all toes Seperate the authentic from the replica flows And the kid be places you could never be at So that can never be this, and this can never be that These niggaz got some audacity Sell some records as fast as me Or sell some tickets out as fast as me Motherfucker [Chorus (x2)] Yes I am often imitated (yes he is often imitated) But I am never duplicated (but he is never duplicated) So all that y'all can do is hate it [Verse 2] None of these wannabes really come close I feel like I'm watchin the MTV show Christina Milian hosts Everybody know this brother got it Way before everybody and their mother got it They still wonder how he sound like he do If I was you, I'd wanna sound like me too 'Cause I got M's, they got G's and they all right But they not me They hear how I spit it on a station Now they wanna put me on they singles just to get an imitation No, I can't make an appearance Give you a cheap fee or break on a clearance I'm what your label hoped it could be That's why they trying to mould your little ass, into a sculpture of me With the ladies it'll be like leader, she like real Y'all trying to be like me and be like ill [Chorus (x2)] So all that y'all can do is hate it [Verse 3] I'm real It's the way I talk, the way I walk It ain't my fault I won't let nothin' on two legs stop me 'Cause the real is always better than the bootleg copy Like I ain't show 'em the white and yellows at the same time Throw backs and pin wheels at the same time Like I'm scared to drop at the same time I'll show you how to do this young'n I ain't frontin' These Jordan's ain't comin' It ain't nothin' Keep the complaints comin' Can't hop on my bandwagon Jump in my blue flames You should not try, you are not I It's the dude with the Grammy grin It's no relation if it ain't a street family kin So won't the real Fabolous please stand up Please stand up Please stand up [Chorus (x2)] So all that y'all can do is hate it |
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from Fabolous - Loso`s Way (2009)
Yea
Go hard, today (Fabolous) The past is the past you know Can’t worry the past cause that yes-sterday (Fabulous) It’s a new day bro Ima put it on the line cause it’s my time (Fabulous) My day, gotta do it now Hey hey hey heey I gotta stay on my grind cause it’s my time (hey), My time (hey), my time (hey) If your with me let me hear you say, common Ma ma, ma ma, (dah dah dah dah dah) If your with me let me hear you say Ma ma, ma ma, (dah dah dah dah dah) It’s my time [Fabolous] Guess what time it is, my my my time You can check your I phone, better say it’s Itime I don’t even need a watch, I don’t even see a clock Soon as a I walk in, it feel like me o’clock Give me a clock, Every time I check Singers don’t measure up, and try and blame the Pyrex Damn, ima do it bigger than a 5-ex Can’t ride with an L, so I don’t drive lex Games so bickery, so full of trickery Nursery, rhyming, hickory, dickory Blowing that side, the hood call it pickory, Biggie, puffy, busta victory [Chorus] [Jeremih] Go hard, today Can’t worry the past, cause that yes-sterday Ima put it on tonight cause it’s my time Hey hey hey heey I gotta stay on my grind cause it’s my time (hey), My time (hey), my time (hey) If your with me let me hear you say, common Ma ma, ma ma, (dah dah dah dah dah) If your with me let me hear you say Ma ma, ma ma, (dah dah dah dah dah) It’s my time [Fabolous] My time is more like fly time Don’t call to get dressed, call it in a sky time If you aint a pilot, you probly couldn’t style it Unless you was a stewardess, you wonder what to do with this First I take the time out, then I put the time in Money aint everything, it’s more about the timing So I got the water mark, Flawless diamonds In other words that’s called perfect timing I feel like a favour, I feel like a savour They clock in my neck, I feel like im flavour I go so hard, glow so god Dance, scream [Chorus] [Jeremih] Oh now I know mine, it’s been a few years Know ive seen bout time You know ive got committed with the system up in the zone Sign the dotted liiiine Now is on, so ya’ll better check your wrist piece Why? Cause its time to make history Just hop in here, bullets history Howda, howda, howda hell you gonna evict me? You know im here stay, never cocky now With bottles we poppin now, no telling where we stopping now And I represent the chick a g o On the track with F A B O You know we [Chorus] |
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from Fabolous - Street Dreams (2003)
All my love is all I have All my life I look for you [Verse 1 - Fabolous] I'm just Fab, I see how Mary be now But I can barely be found And I rarely be round But when I do, the jury be drowned And you can see how clear the Pile Vase, and the Canaries be now The top on the 5 series be down And I'm chillin' where them little houses on the prairie be now Although there was a time I would barely see fowls But I'm gettin' a multi-million dollar yearly fee now Girls, don't even know me, want to marry me now Dudes, I thought was homies, want to bury me now That's why I keep a bulletproof vest, no matter where we be now And I carry three pounds, and nearly three rounds I take whatever the verdict from the jury be now Rather than friends, it's pallbearers that carry me round Everybody staring unnecessarily now But there's no tints on my lights, so you can clearly see now [Chorus - Mary J. Blige] All my love is all I have And my dreams are very special All my life I looked for you And today your dream come true You need me and I need you Lovin' us is very special Lovin' life and life and livin' Your very special [Verse 2 - Fabolous] Ya'll can never be built like me, even if ya'll look at my blueprint But since ya'll watches look like its movement I'll show you how video games look on the new Sprint Flip out digital screens, look in the new Bent 100 and flat screens, look in the new Pint Even our Air Forces lookin' to new tints I stay away from anythin' that look like a nuisance But ya'll gotta peep this rookie |
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from Fabolous - Street Dreams (2003)
All my love is all I have All my life I look for you [Verse 1 - Fabolous] I'm just Fab, I see how Mary be now But I can barely be found And I rarely be round But when I do, the jury be drowned And you can see how clear the Pile Vase, and the Canaries be now The top on the 5 series be down And I'm chillin' where them little houses on the prairie be now Although there was a time I would barely see fowls But I'm gettin' a multi-million dollar yearly fee now Girls, don't even know me, want to marry me now Dudes, I thought was homies, want to bury me now That's why I keep a bulletproof vest, no matter where we be now And I carry three pounds, and nearly three rounds I take whatever the verdict from the jury be now Rather than friends, it's pallbearers that carry me round Everybody staring unnecessarily now But there's no tints on my lights, so you can clearly see now [Chorus - Mary J. Blige] All my love is all I have And my dreams are very special All my life I looked for you And today your dream come true You need me and I need you Lovin' us is very special Lovin' life and life and livin' Your very special [Verse 2 - Fabolous] Ya'll can never be built like me, even if ya'll look at my blueprint But since ya'll watches look like its movement I'll show you how video games look on the new Sprint Flip out digital screens, look in the new Bent 100 and flat screens, look in the new Pint Even our Air Forces lookin' to new tints I stay away from anythin' that look like a nuisance But ya'll gotta peep this rookie |
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from Fabolous - Street Dreams (2003)
All my love is all I have All my life I look for you [Verse 1 - Fabolous] I'm just Fab, I see how Mary be now But I can barely be found And I rarely be round But when I do, the jury be drowned And you can see how clear the Pile Vase, and the Canaries be now The top on the 5 series be down And I'm chillin' where them little houses on the prairie be now Although there was a time I would barely see fowls But I'm gettin' a multi-million dollar yearly fee now Girls, don't even know me, want to marry me now Dudes, I thought was homies, want to bury me now That's why I keep a bulletproof vest, no matter where we be now And I carry three pounds, and nearly three rounds I take whatever the verdict from the jury be now Rather than friends, it's pallbearers that carry me round Everybody staring unnecessarily now But there's no tints on my lights, so you can clearly see now [Chorus - Mary J. Blige] All my love is all I have And my dreams are very special All my life I looked for you And today your dream come true You need me and I need you Lovin' us is very special Lovin' life and life and livin' Your very special [Verse 2 - Fabolous] Ya'll can never be built like me, even if ya'll look at my blueprint But since ya'll watches look like its movement I'll show you how video games look on the new Sprint Flip out digital screens, look in the new Bent 100 and flat screens, look in the new Pint Even our Air Forces lookin' to new tints I stay away from anythin' that look like a nuisance But ya'll gotta peep this rookie |
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from Fabolous - Loso`s Way (2009)
When The Money Goes Will The Honeys Stay
When The Gray Skies Replace The Sunny Days Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey When The Money Goes Will The Honeys Stay When The Gray Skies Replace The Sunny Days Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey It Was All Good Just a Week Ago Shoe Box Full No Sneakers Tho, Just Moved In Its Been a Week Or So,Brand New Coupe So The Seat Could Go, White Bent Light Tint Ridin Like WTF Is An Indictment Spend Ten Thous For Excitement Thats How The Day Goes Thats How The Niqhts Went Louis Baqs Balenciagas the Ones Talked About By The Fashion Bloqqers, You Know Me Imma Murcielaga In The Same Lime Green As The Air Max Troggers, But If It Wasnt Here Will She Wanna Go You Dont Wanna Ask But You Wanna Know, Will My Baby Weather The Storm Stick Around Till The Weather Is Warm Heyy When The Money Goes Will The Honeys Stay When The Gray Skies Replace The Sunny Days Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey When The Money Goes Will The Honeys Stay When The Gray Skies Replace The Sunny Days Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey She Like Shoppin But Never Trendy A Lil Gucci Maybe Fendi Island Hoppin The West Indies Diddy Said Got Us All About The Benjis Key Tile Phelipe Chow Reservations We Could Sleep Now Ask How Much I Dont Allow Such Pull A Air Max Out Cha Reptile Clutch, But Who Knew That The Sky Get Cloudy I Bouqht A Ford Range Didnt Think She'd Be Outty Huh The Games Over Seize My Range Rover Feds Said Somebody Gave My Name Over Now Im Inside Shes Outside What Should You Do? How About Ridee Guess Nothin Last Foreva I Thouqht We Could Watch These Clouds Pass Toqetha But Heyy When The Money Goes Will The Honeys Stay When The Gray Skies Replace The Sunny Days Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey When The Money Goes Will The Honeys Stay When The Gray Skies Replace The Sunny Days Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey You Cant Ride Big On Lil Rims You Wanna Do It Big You Need A Lil Kim Raise Ya Hand Hiqh Look In The Man Eye I Dont Know Em Your Honor Cant Lie Money Comes Money Goes So You Need To Blow It Like A Runny Nose On A Lady Who Aint Turn 18O Place Noone Above Ya Sweet Sady Sun Stop Shinin She Neva Got Shady She Coulda Watch Them Box You In Like A Brady But She Stood Up.Like What Up! Its A Cold World Zip The Coat Put The Hood Up Thats Some Sick Shyt Thats A ill Bitch When You Dead Broke She Make You Feel Rich See Mama Your My Rhianna Pull The Umbrella When You See Drama Heyyy When The Money Goes Will The Honeys Stay When The Gray Skies Replace The Sunny Days Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey When The Money Goes Will The Honeys Stay When The Gray Skies Replace The Sunny Days Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey |
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from Fabolous - Loso`s Way (2009)
*neyo
i told her ill be there in a minuite, she knew imma take it down soon as i get it, u can leave your hair in a mess,dont even get dress Tonight we makin love i told her lets stay home, she was waiting she know imma take it down soon as i get it, u can leave your hair in a mess,dont even get dress Tonight we makin love makin love *Fab June 22, think i came in 22 i was watching honey peck it while she lay on tummy naked, to the pase of the base and this cash money record, she just drop, drop, drop, damn u manny fresh but i got my thing together, told her she could bring whateva get some green, we could puff get the cream get the cuff baby even when i`m gentle, it might seem like its ruff but if neighbors aint comlpaining, u aint screaming enuff and yeah they might hear as im slappin to the jewel she said baby right there, do it rappid do it smooth i said baby right where,kept tappin to the groove she said nigga right there, imma slap you if you move *neyo i told her ill be there in a minuite, she knew imma take it down soon as i get it, u can leave your hair in a mess,dont even get dress Tonight we makin love i told her lets stay home, she was waiting she know imma take it down soon as i get it, u can leave your hair in a mess,dont even get dress Tonight we makin love makin love *Fab cant forget the feeling when you stairing at the ceiling and you cant catch your breath you just laying there chilling like 1 and then the 2,2 and then the 3,3 and then the 4 damn i want some more so i slam her to the floor, set the camera to record throw them legs up in the air, just like lamborghini doors see we might have had some problems with the stamina before im no amature im sure, i cold ram into your sore but i aint trying to hurt ya im jus trying to nuture them nigga just flurt to hit it and to hurt ya what im throwin dity for, im trying to alert ya but Fuck that lay it down, let a nigga work ya *neyo i told her ill be there in a minuite, she knew imma take it down soon as i get it, u can leave your hair in a mess,dont even get dress Tonight we makin love i told her lets stay home, she was waiting she know imma take it down soon as i get it, u can leave your hair in a mess,dont even get dress Tonight we makin love makin love *neyo do you tell me that you had enough imma slow it down and imma speed it up and i will not stop do it to you like a dude that aint got no job i aint got nowhere to be so i dont gotta leave get the itis in the sheets imma eat and go to sleep then we wake up in the b, everything u do to me imma turn and do to you, and then imma black and blue that thing (dance for me) i love the way you move that thing (so nasty) i look and say ohh that thing make me wanna sing a song (anybody every seen a) make em wanna sing along so listen baby ill be there in a minuite, she knew imma take it down soon as i get it, u can leave your hair in a mess,dont even get dress Tonight we makin love i told her lets stay home, she was waiting she know imma take it down soon as i get it, u can leave your hair in a mess,dont even get dress Tonight we makin love makin love |
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from Fabolous - More Street Dreams Pt.2/ The Mixtape (2003)
Yeah..Uhh.. I know I make u wanna leave the one you with, But I aint lush your Ramon, Im the kid that they rush to blamin', for the crush they claimin', Who can make em' blush the same when I ask, "Whats my name" and they yell, F-A-B-Ohh You shouldn't have even brought her my direction, Unless she was handcuffed with an order of protection, Yeah. Im talkin wreckless now, Cause im the reason that your girlfriends are your ex's now..nigga [Mike Shorey] Im the fella that keep em yellin, and its nuttin to get em, I don't sweat em', its what I tell em', And they quickly forget em', And I bet em' I get them to forget the day that they met em' And I let em', cause I can spend em' And its more then the denim, But Ive been Born to move, while you dudes be sleeping, The coupe on 22's keep the Shorey sneaking, And she wont tell the truth, she too used to creepin The mic is in the booth, it's the truth im speaking [Fabolous] Any girl I gave it to.. Cant even go love another man, I give it to em' like no other brother can, She say my man can barely move me, Before you made me scream, like a scary movie, On top of that, Im smoother then the rest of the gangsters, And I knew that dude you met, was a wanksta Oh. Damn homie, Your girl is with the street Fab. Homie, And she aint fuckin with you [Mike Shorey] It's a shame, you lames Can't even maintain your thangs, And its insane the way, that she gave me brain I pimp things the same, don't forget the name And when chicks peep the chain, they just cant restrain Shorty don't try to fake it, Just up and face it, |
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from Fabolous 4집 - From Nothin' To Somethin' (2007)
TIMBO Hey NE YO Say what LOSO Hey Hey I'm a movement by myself But I'm a force when were together Mami I'm good all by myself But baby you you make me better You make me better You make me better You make me better You make me better You make me better You make me better You make me better You make me better You plus me it equals better math Your boy a good look but she my better half I'm already bossin already flossin But why have the cake if it ain't got the sweet frosting You're You're You're You're You're keepin me on my A game With With With With Without havin the same name The The The The The They might flame But But But But But shorty we burn it up The sag and my swag pep in my step Daddy do the Gucci mami in Giuseppes Guess it's a G thing whenever we swing I'm a need Coretta Scott if I'm 'gon be king I'm a movement by myself But I'm a force when were together Mami I'm good all by myself But baby you you make me better You make me better You make me better You make me better You make me better You make me better You make me better You make me better You make me better First thing's first I does what I do But everything I am she's my improve I'm already bossin I'm already fly But if I'm a star she is the sky And And And And when I feel like I'm on top She She She She give me reason then I stop And And And And And And though I'm hot To To To Together we burn it up The caked up cut the cleaned up ice The shorty come around I clean up nice Dynamic duo Batman and Robin Whoever don't like it is that man's problem AND AND AND And when I feel like I'm tired MA MA MA Mami takin me higher I'M I'M I'M I'M I'M I'm on fire BUT BUT BUT But shorty we burn it up I'm a movement by myself But I'm a force when were together Mami I'm good all by myself But baby you you make me better You make me better You make me better You make me better You make me better You make me better You make me better You make me better You make me better Cause on the side of every great man you could find a woman like a soldier holdin him down She treats me like a don watches for the hit Checks where I go even watches who I'm with The right when I'm wrong so I never slip Show me how to move that's why I never trip And baby girl you so major they should front page ya God bless the parents who made ya Middle finger anybody who hate the way we burn it up I'm a movement by myself But I'm a force when were together Mami I'm good all by myself But baby you you make me better You make me better You make me better You make me better You make me better You make me better You make me better You make me better You make me better Ahhhhhhhhh Yeah baby them lames you playin with they 'gon ush you down We tryin to compliment you you know make you better Top Notch Tim Nice Look Ne Yo Livin Good Loso They ask you how you doin now tell 'em better than them HA HA HA HA HA HA I'm a movement by myself But I'm a force when were together Mami I'm good all by myself But baby you you make me better You make me better You make me better You make me better You make me better You make me better You make me better You make me better You make me better |
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from Fabolous - Ghetto Fabolous (2001)
uh, uh, yeah, uh-huh
yeah, yeah, yeah [verse 1] Yo, I ain't got no reason to trick or spend Mami, I'm the reason the chicks begin cheesein' and snickerin' Playa like me? every season these chicks have been Talkin' how I came through the P's in a sicker benz Heard about the platinum visas the bricker bends Jewels so icey I need freezers to sitck 'em in I be's in the keys wit a click of friends Trees and a liquor blend, I be too queezy and sick to grin I dont care if a skeezer is thick or thin It's gon' look like she havin' a seizure I stick it in Skeos say "can I get the keys to ya six again?" After I nut, that's when amnesia be kickin' in Most broads I done met, ain't see a guy Who spend a G on gucci T's, five for sweats I'm what chicks strive to get, I stay in the P.J's You thinkin (?) i'm talkin' pivate jets, uh [Chorus] I need the cash in my palm, the ice in my charm - ma' be easy (Watch it, please) Wanna lean to the side while I cruise in your ride - ma' be easy (Put down that cheese) Gotta have a broad wantin' and let me hold somethin' - ma' be easy (You get nothin' from me) You get NOTHIN! [Verse 2] So the kid never stresses a female And if you ask where I live they gon' give you addresses to e-mail All that cops can suggest is that he sell How I'm gon' push it unless it's a v-12 From S's to CL's, I request is (?) In the head rests his t.v's dwell They heard how many albums I presses for retail And they can't get a dime unless it's a weed sale And lets be real, catch me at the bar wit them crispy bills Gettin Cris' re-fills, my wrist be chilled And my wardrob |
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from Fabolous - Ghetto Fabolous (2001)
uh, uh, yeah, uh-huh
yeah, yeah, yeah [verse 1] Yo, I ain't got no reason to trick or spend Mami, I'm the reason the chicks begin cheesein' and snickerin' Playa like me? every season these chicks have been Talkin' how I came through the P's in a sicker benz Heard about the platinum visas the bricker bends Jewels so icey I need freezers to sitck 'em in I be's in the keys wit a click of friends Trees and a liquor blend, I be too queezy and sick to grin I dont care if a skeezer is thick or thin It's gon' look like she havin' a seizure I stick it in Skeos say "can I get the keys to ya six again?" After I nut, that's when amnesia be kickin' in Most broads I done met, ain't see a guy Who spend a G on gucci T's, five for sweats I'm what chicks strive to get, I stay in the P.J's You thinkin (?) i'm talkin' pivate jets, uh [Chorus] I need the cash in my palm, the ice in my charm - ma' be easy (Watch it, please) Wanna lean to the side while I cruise in your ride - ma' be easy (Put down that cheese) Gotta have a broad wantin' and let me hold somethin' - ma' be easy (You get nothin' from me) You get NOTHIN! [Verse 2] So the kid never stresses a female And if you ask where I live they gon' give you addresses to e-mail All that cops can suggest is that he sell How I'm gon' push it unless it's a v-12 From S's to CL's, I request is (?) In the head rests his t.v's dwell They heard how many albums I presses for retail And they can't get a dime unless it's a weed sale And lets be real, catch me at the bar wit them crispy bills Gettin Cris' re-fills, my wrist be chilled And my wardrob |
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from Fabolous - Loso`s Way (2009)
Street fi di di di di damn
La la la, La la la la la la la la, La la la la la. Let's go And I ain't gotta tell y'all who I be, Because these hundred dollar bills are like baller I-D. And I get under niggas skin, They should call me I-V. But if you try me nigga, I will be your caller I-D. And that means I got your number. Please don't make me dial it, That could land your fly ass on the ground just like a pilot. So just do me a solid. Y'all stay in pocket like wallets, 'cause you can't see me. Close eye-lids. Huh, nitey night. I'm with a model chick. Tyra thick, Heidi's height, Body suits, body tight. Yeah, I clean up nice. Catch me on a tidy night, Might be Gucci'd down to the tidy whites. OK it's loso, Everybody knows so. My son is the heir to the thrown, Prince Joso. So daddy need money, Mummy need new truies. Baby needs new shoes, Preferably the new Louis. The swaggers in his jeans, He was born fly. Them Philly bitches say the ball keep his jaunt fly. Then Reggie Kush shot us up in Californi. [Chorus] La la la la la la la. Sing them a lullaby, Sing them a lullaby, Sing them a lullaby, Sing them a lullaby. Rock a by baby Rock a by baby Rock a by baby Rock a by baby La la la la la la la, La la la la la. Hush little lame niggas don't say a word, Y'all don't know the half, not even a third. Put a dick in your ear and fuck what you heard. She tried to pull my fly south, I ain't want the bird. Because I been killin' these hoes, These niggas just drop dead. In the drop head, All we do is bop heads. To the side, Like busta in the Pepsi add. With my Columbiana mamma, Yep she bad. (she bad) She in the latest shoe that Giuseppe had. Blow game like the late dizzy Gillespie had. That's some good jaw. Pop quiz, Good score. She call her pussy Medellin, That good raw. For you little cheap fucks, Hood whores. You niggas soft in the middle, Call them hood smalls. Everybody on the block going cuckoo. Phantom doors open like the clock that goes cuckoo. Birds poppin' out. Sittin' on the hood, Check my bird droppings out. I'm shittin' on the hood. Sleepin' time, niggas. The hand that rocks the cradle for you nursery rhyme niggas. Its bed time. Nice La la la, La la la la la la la la, La la la la la la la la, La la la la la la la la, La la la la la, La. La. La. Sing 'em a lullaby, Sing 'em a lullaby, Sing 'em a lullaby, Sing 'em a lullaby. (la la la) Rock a by baby Rock a by baby Rock a by baby Rock a by baby |
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from Fabolous - Loso`s Way (2009)
[4 Fizzle:]
Be clear you already know what it is Meanin the booth is alive and well 4 Fizzle my man Fabolous right now Paul Cain hes in the building Street Fam Its about to go down Fab please please bless it [Fabolous:] Yes sir Got my homie Paul Cain in the house You know what I mean? Reppin that Street Fam You know how we do Check it out Yo [Verse 1: Fabolous] Straight out of Brooklyn a baby mama snatcher named Ghetto Invisible set glow Full clip to let go Back in the metro Fresh off the jet though Fifty grand richer from a thirty minute set show Gangsta but i'm the flyest you ever met ho Button up etro The Air Jordan Retro Million dollar neck row Got homie upset so Now I get the bank and make them petty dudes bet mo' Told you from the get go Ya'll can't deny it I just supply it For those who buy it Now I ride by it It might start a riot Chicks won't quiet Long enough to try it Dirt they throwin' mud slides on my name They never seen this kind of stud size in a chain I analyze that like i'm Billy Crystal I'm forced to move around with this nine milly pistol [4 Fizzle:] What more do we need to say man? |
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from Joe 6집 - Ain'T Nothin' Like Me (2007)
You and me girl it's just right
so why do you deny how you feel yeah listen girl you should be up in my arms at night and by my side it's the way it should be now listen we can talk about this forever or we can just do what we know is right so let's just move on cause we got love to make ah let's do this tonight don't put up a fight gotta make you believe that you and me together would feel so good best believe it I know you can see that you and be together would feel so good best believe it so let's just do it baby you and me fit hand in glove I'm in love youre in love ain't it good to be here all my life girl I've been searching for the perfect one to be with me could you be her we can talk about this forever or we can just do what we know is right so let's just move on cause we got love to make ah let's do this tonight don't put up a fight gotta make you believe that you and me together would feel so good best believe it I know you can see that you and be together would feel so good best believe it so let's just oh why deny how you really feel inside cause baby all I want to do is love you and I swear that it's gonna feel baby feel so good now if you be my BABY I can be your PAPI I need a girl to J me sorta like Beyonce did to JayZ kinda like Janet J did to JD and maybe you can do FAB maybe baby trying to say we don't feel right in the back of that maybe yeah and they want to convince me that we don't look good on the front of the Bentley so let's just do it dress fresh to it SF to it with the necklace through it wake up in the morning eatin breakfast to it or keep trying to get up on the guest list to it J0E and they know me keep figures keep niggas on the JOB yeah you and me together would feel so good best believe it I know you can see that you and be together would feel so good best believe it gotta make you believe that you and me together would feel so good best believe it I know you can see that you and be together would feel so good best believe it so let's just do it so let's just do it so let's just do it so let's just do it |
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