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from Fabolous - Loso`s Way (2009)
Same shit different day just riding through the city looking prettiest as usual
It’s the same old thang got the name on the chain just to let them know who’s who And they know I’ve over here so they come and find me right after they lose you For you niggas in the way we can let the guns say “excuse you” At the end of the day we just trying find our way and I might be a come up And baby you hitch a ride but u gotta know how to do more than how to keep a thump up It’s so incredible that it ain’t edible but they know the cake’s real Yo I couldn’t even say ask these other silicon niggas how being fake feel (CHORUS) Everyday is my day I’ma do it my way everyday Everything about me, what they love about me everything Everywhere that I be, feel VIP baby And everybody’s cool, but y’all just ain’t me Somebody better tell em that we in this bitch like an unborn baby See we be everywhere, and they ain’t never there, couldn’t tell you where they be And you already know you ain’t gotta ask me you can see that everything is up And I’m so bout my money you ain’t talking about no money you ain’t even gotta bring it up And I hope you don’t think me give a sugar honey iced tea or a middle finger up I just stay sucker-free, leave the lames where they be, and I let my chips pringle up Everybody calm down, there’s enough to go around, you just gotta say how much you want Don’t know what you’re looking for, unless it’s a problem, I promise this ain’t what you want (CHORUS) Everyday is my day I’ma do it my way everyday Everything about me, what they love about me everything Everywhere that I be, feel VIP baby And everybody’s cool but y’all just ain’t me Can you do me this favor, answer this question, y’all gon try who See the shoes by Gucci, bag by Louie, the hating’ll be by you And I appreciate the love, thank the man above cause a nigga feel so blessed And I ain’t gonna stop, better get them red bulls, I don’t give these haters no rest (CHORUS) Everyday is my day I’ma do it my way everyday Everything about me, what they love about me everything Everywhere that I be, feel VIP baby And everybody’s cool, but y’all just ain’t me |
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from Fabolous - Loso`s Way (2009)
Hey my nigga do me a favor. (what's that my nigga?)
If u happen to bump into the streets Can you please tell him I'm back? (oh okay I'll do that) I appreciate that (my nigga) [Repeat x4] Na nana na nana nana na Well alright okay I've been gone and away For too long a mistake But right now I feel awake I'm feeling like I'm back (just like I'm back) Said I'm feeling like I'm back (feel like I'm back) Said I'm feeling like I'm back (just like I'm back) Said I'm feeling like I'm back (feel like I'm back) Hey hey hey hey I take it in I blow it out On the courthouse steps after they throw it out Bentley waiting by the curb I spur it out Doors don't open they self the chauffeur get out My exhale made anything a foggy blur I make my way through the reporters and photographers I take my lady's hand I shake my attorney's Slide in the back seat and let's begin this journey Told the driver hold off before we pushed out I let my window down and out comes a kush cloud Any last words? Justice has been served Now back to the streets that's what the hustlers deserve Well alright okay I've been gone and away For too long a mistake But right now I feel awake I'm feeling like I'm back (just like I'm back) Said I'm feeling like I'm back (feel like I'm back) Said I'm feeling like I'm back (just like I'm back) Said I'm feeling like I'm back (feel like I'm back) Hey hey hey hey I ain't lose a step I ain't miss a beat Thugs have emotions we miss the streets We kiss the heat We love the block We rubber band the money we black glove the glock I'm screamin' free at last free at last She used to send me pictures so I could see that ass That's real talk that's a real bitch Fly as I left the minx still fit They know my name but in case they didn't know so Appear in a casket courtesy of loso So you should have your shit packed I'm a need ya to not be here when I get back Well alright okay I've been gone and away For too long a mistake But right now I feel awake I'm feeling like I'm back (just like I'm back) Said I'm feeling like I'm back (feel like I'm back) Said I'm feeling like I'm back (just like I'm back) Said I'm feeling like I'm back (feel like I'm back) Hey hey hey hey Aye daddy's home after a long day I'm from the hood I came a long way But I ain't goin' back I'm just visitin' I hear the streets talkin' I'm just listenin' If they ain't talkin' money I'm out my business then If that ain't what it is then what is it then? I'm out here grizzyin' swizzyin' It's me bitches sittin' in a phantom Got the streets back but I didn't pay the ransom My father who fathered you treat you like my grandson I came back for it like I left it nigga You try me you get more than a efa f it nigga Well alright okay I've been gone and away For too long a mistake But right now I feel awake I'm feeling like I'm back (just like I'm back) Said I'm feeling like I'm back (feel like I'm back) Said I'm feeling like I'm back (just like I'm back) Said I'm feeling like I'm back (feel like I'm back) [Repeat x8] Na nana na nana nana na |
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from Fabolous - Loso`s Way (2009)
I mean, I don't even know where to start like.
It's like you find love, and you loose love, and then Met her up town on dykeman Aight then Light skinned Starring with a slight grin, I don't know, Might been Cause I'm in this white Benz Or the way the Ice in the Brietling flash brighter than a lightning But I knew from right then She was 'bout her money, and how she fit right in knowing how I might spend. To make a story short, other than a Tight End Had a Washington Heights friend Who bring that white in. Set up a meeting, Her dude caught a flight in Sat down at Sole, popped a bottle of white then Got straight to business like two corporate white men The food came, before I could take a bite in He said "You the type I usually don't invite in, But since we got a like friend I could get you like, 10" I told him I could move like 10 by nights end Put the white over the plate, like I'm throwing strikes in. 'El Duke' got a dude in the UK, Buy 5 bricks at a time, $22 K He send the Euro's I send the Puredo Now that's what I like to call a "Foreign Exchange" He smiled. Duke finished his glass of wine There's a van outside, pull your S-Class behind My man will pass a dime, at 15 a pop Tell shorty "Make the drop, Don't make no stops!" I gave him a hand shake some dollars for the tab Told shorty the location then I holla'd for a cab I hit mike told 'em "Send the wire to the buyers" Word got 'round like we were handin' out flyers! And them things went as quick as they came I'm back being a hustler, this chick is to blame And them things went as quick as they came I'm back being a hustler, this chick is to blame Twelve months in, turned a Benz to a Lambo Everywhere the fam go, korks fly, Champ Flow I gotta celebrate, that's the way I am yo In the past week I watched fifty thousand grams go Pocket full of money, Army full of Rambo's Trunk full of bricks, Hand guns full Ammo Even got detectives if somethin' goes wrong The money's so strong they see it from my perspective But with my shorty, A nigga's so protective- And should be, she's the one who knows where the connect lives. She don't talk much, real calm and collective Seen something in me 'cause shorty's really selective. I tell'er fall back, shorty stilla drive Said the rush of the risk just makes her feel alive I listen to her fuss, saying "that I must, let her do it Cause they're aint too many niggas that I trust" So now time is flyin', I been kinda eyeing A ring for my queen who got me diamond buying I'm in the G-T headed up to C-T, Lookin' for a stone to light her finger like E-T I got there, and got a call from a D-T (detective) Sounded nervous saying "we need to talk now" I told em chill out, I ain't in new york now Any problems I got, get traced in chalk now! But when I get back, we can sit and chit chat Better not be no bull shit, I ain't even wit that Back to what a nigga came out here for This 5ct. Diamond without near flaw's Head back to the city, call up the committee Get ready for tomorrow, they're comin' in with fifty I almost forgot, I gotta see a cop I figured it was a drop who must ain't get his gwop He told me meet him by the bridge, I get there in a hurry Got me worried and it's probably just a minor mix up He said: "Nah Los, FED's dun snatched ya chick up Caught her at a pick up, scoopin' those bricks up! She gon' cooperate, and ya fixed up. She's probably at the headquarters now hangin' flix up" I asked him "Was he sure" Shorty's "Mi Amore" This happened to me before, with my man Diadore Over a Ki(lo) of raw My nigga got killed, caps got peeled and I still got guilt. He assured me, I was hot- she had put 'em on me Swore to Jesus' Tears that he was here to warn me. Normally, I would have just ended her life- But this was the girl I intended to wife So I went home to shorty, had trouble sleepin' Shorty's kinda peepin my sudden discomfort She woke up mad early, so I got up with her She wanted to go alone, but a nigga insisted Like "Baby it's been a while" and truthfully I missed it We rode out, but she don't know that I done made a plan Once she hits the spot, one shot, see you later man I watched her in the building, Knowing it's the last time-seein' her ass climb in and out of the car Yo I even thought about gettin' out of the car But sat back lookin' at the ring about to be y'all's I let one tear fall at an unfair call Ya whole life can change in just one year y'all Caught in a thought, then I heard a Hi love, bye love, I will miss my love. It's so crazy how it happened like It's just Crazy It's just crazy you know? Just the way it happened it's just One thing Ain't no love in this shit, Ain't no love in this game, There's no love lost |
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from Fabolous - Loso`s Way (2009)
The block got my back and my boys do too
And my baby momma tripping saying she need more loot Every block, every hood, every ghetto got beef Gotta heater on my lap and another in the back Shit, how'm I supposed to cope with all this stress on me? Everybody and their momma call the feds on me I don't knew it, I'mma do it, I'mma do it Look, I don't knew it, I'mma do it, I'mma do it I got money on my head but I'm riding in the drop Drop, drop, drop, yeah Feeling just like JFK In the city that little fly like JFK Sometimes La Guardia, I ain't gonna lie to ya If looks can kill then my style might bother ya That's why I'm with Nadia, I call my gun Nadia When she say hi to ya, ba-ba-bye to ya Make it sound like Saudia Arabia, maybe ya haters ya Watch what he say to her, ya think I can hold my head high or die or I can live and duck My attitude is celibate, I don't give a fuck The block got my back and my boys do too And my baby momma tripping saying she need more loot Every block, every hood, every ghetto got beef Gotta heater on my lap and another in the back Shit, how'm I supposed to cope with all this stress on me? Everybody and their momma call the feds on me I don't knew it, I'mma do it, I'mma do it Look, I don't knew it, I'mma do it, I'mma do it I got money on my head but I'm riding in the drop Drop, drop, drop, yeah And who are you to tell me how to conduct myself? Why don't you practice safe sex and go fuck yourself? The rumor is that I'm a hazard to a suckers health I coulda told you that, yeah, I coulda told you that Picture me now I'm fly, where is them exposures at? Right here on my lap, that's where my composure's at I'm back like a gun cocked, I'm so cool That if go to hell all I'll need is my sunblock Nigga, hold your head high and die or live and duck My attitude it celibate, I don't give a fuck The block got my back and my boys do too And my baby momma tripping saying she need more loot Every block, every hood, every ghetto got beef Gotta heater on my lap and another in the back Shit, how'm I supposed to cope with all this stress on me? Everybody and their momma call the feds on me I don't knew it, I'mma do it, I'mma do it Look, I don't knew it, I'mma do it, I'mma do it I got money in my head but I'm riding in the drop Drop, drop, drop I mean, let's be honest, ya never liked a nigga Trying to lesbian this so I kept the strap on Clap off, clap on, lights out like flights out You could be departed, never me who started I Lambo gallard it, I am vehically challenged That means the car is retarded But regardless I'm tin man, heartless No love hate, son, looking for love get a show on VH1 Nigga, hold your head high and die or live and duck My attitude is virgin, still don't give a fuck The block got my back and my boys do too And my baby momma tripping saying she need more loot Every block, every hood, every ghetto got beef Gotta heater on my lap and another in the back Shit, how'm I supposed to cope with all this stress on me? Everybody and their momma call the feds on me I don't knew it, I'mma do it, I'mma do it Look, I don't knew it, I'mma do it, I'mma do it I got money on my head but I'm riding in the drop Drop, drop, drop |
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from Fabolous - Loso`s Way (2009)
this is the last time
(i know im bout to drive you crazy) Last time (but i gotta see my baby) i know i swore that id never break your heart no more (tried to walk) but i just cant leave her alone girl she keep callin me callin me i tried to leave her alone but she keep callin me callin me and i gotta go damn here we go again i just came back girl dont make me go again she said you been in the streets you was with that hoe again money wrapped in rubber bands what you sellin blow again? how she got you holdin guns but you call that hoe your friend? you aint supposed to bring her home what you do you show her in i was like show her in, never that hoe no anybody in the streets know that thats a no no so no i would never ever, ever ever baby im a g yeah thats right the 7th letter see one thing about the streets i know where that heffer at and i bet she always be exactly where i left her at but you know we had a bond no ring no paper and i dont hear this shit when i bring home paper my heads to the streets, what you gonna tell us? you keep talkin down girl you sound like you jealous this is the last time (i know im bout to drive you crazy) Last time (but i gotta see my baby) i know i swore that id never break your heart no more (tried to walk) but i just cant leave her alone girl she keep callin me callin me i tried to leave her alone but she keep callin me callin me and i gotta go hi honey im home she looked at me and said its 5 somethin in the mornin you smell like you been drinkin the vibe from it is strong i said baby thats cologne she said nigga thats patron if you wanna keep with these bad habits thats fine you think im with it then you out your rabbit ass mind they say trix are for kids most chicks would have slid but who aint miss a visit threw the 6 that you did? ill be damned if i do another 6 with some kids who only see they daddy in them flicks on the fridge them niggas that you think is in a mix with this shit they the same reason michael vicks doin bid i said hold up, i met you i was thuggin back then and you was ridin with me holdin on a mack 10 but that was back then you aint give a what? now you standin here tellin me to give her up this is the last time (i know im bout to drive you crazy) Last time (but i gotta see my baby) i know i swore that id never break your heart no more (tried to walk) but i just cant leave her alone girl she keep callin me callin me i tried to leave her alone but she keep callin me callin me and i gotta go hold on baby please you cant leave now no John baby please we gonna get you to a hospital as quickly as possible life is full of obstacles we gonna get you threw this one you looked me in my eye, when you told me you was done i played her for a fool but i guess i was the foolish one remember how she told me how she knows how this dream ends late night phone call from one of my close friends tellin you that we are, rushin to the E.R. by this time tomorrow we was supposed to be in D.R. me blowin a cigar, you sippin a tini i told her pack her bags and dont forget her bikini then just like houdini, it all disappeared the escape to paradise standing there like this i swear sorry baby girl i tried the best i could if i cant be in the streets i guess heavens just as good this is the last time (i know im bout to drive you crazy) Last time (but i gotta see my baby) i know i swore that id never break your heart no more (tried to walk) but i just cant leave her alone girl she keep callin me callin me i tried to leave her alone but she keep callin me callin me and i gotta go |
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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 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)
*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 - 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)
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 - 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 - 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 - 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 - 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 - 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)
[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)
[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 Ryan Leslie - Ryan Leslie (2009)
VERSE1
You've got fashion and style I'm lovin' your smile and The way you get down I can't see no one else It's you by yourself, yea In spite of the crowd (Baby no one else matters) B-SECTION It started off with a kiss (uh huh) Never expectin' this (uh huh) And now I'm here copin' with My addiction (addiction) It started off with a kiss (uh huh) Never expectin' this (uh huh) And now I'm here copin' with My addiction While all the girls say HOOK I'm addicted to you I'm addicted to you I'm addicted to you You're my addiction I'm addicted to you I'm addicted to you I'm addicted to you You're my addiction BRIDGE When I'm lookin' in the mirror Honey, you are all I see And it could not be no clearer That I need you here with me VERSE2 I was hopin you'd notice The way that I like to Have you around Listen and you will find that Your heart beats for me Girl, I hear the sound B-SECTION It started off with a kiss (uh huh) Never expectin' this (uh huh) And now I'm here copin' with My addiction (addiction) It started off with a kiss (uh huh) Never expectin' this (uh huh) And now I'm here copin' with My addiction While all the girls say HOOK I'm addicted to you I'm addicted to you I'm addicted to you You're my addiction I'm addicted to you I'm addicted to you I'm addicted to you You're my addiction BRIDGE When I'm lookin' in the mirror Honey, you are all I see And it could not be no clearer That I need you here with me HOOK I'm addicted to you I'm addicted to you I'm addicted to you You're my addiction I'm addicted to you I'm addicted to you I'm addicted to you You're my addiction B-SECTION It started off with a kiss (uh huh) Never expectin' this (uh huh) And now I'm here copin' with My addiction (addiction) It started off with a kiss (uh huh) Never expectin' this (uh huh) And now I'm here copin' with My addiction HOOK I'm addicted to you I'm addicted to you I'm addicted to you You're my addiction |
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from Israel - The Legacy (2009)
Yes
It's Lo-So J-Man Israel Aka It's Real [Fabolous:] Now You No I Gotta Start With Florence I Met Her At The Heart Of New Orleans That Was When The Astin Martin Was Orange A Body That Could Speed Up A Heart Performance But She Change Character Like Martin Lawrence A Real Dr. Jekl, Miss Hyde Chick Flip Out On Ya Call Her Miss Sidekick So I Told Israel Don't Make It His Gal Hope She Just A Friend Better Play Up His Style. [Israel:] Think About The Time That We First Met I Was So Glad I Found Ya. Had Me In A Spell The First Moment That I Laid Eyes Upon Ya . What I Would Do To Feel Like That And No The Way To Make You Smile Again . I Would In A Flash Cause [Israel:] You Aint The One I Knew Have We Been Introduced Cuz Clearly Ive Thought And I See The Gemini In You Its Pushing Me Away From You But Im So In Love With You Oh I Just Want My Baby Back Cuz I Didn't Fall For The Gemini In You (Nonono) [Israel:] How Did We Ever Get Into This Point Wasn't Really In Our Plans Think About If Life Had Been A Coin The Other Side Sooo Different Your Just Reacting Whats The Cause Or Are You So Good To Walk Out The Door When Im Tryna Make A Truth [Israel:] Tell Me Do Really I Deserve To You To Just Treat Me Like Some Other Guy Thought I Was The One You Wanna Be With. Dont Leave Me To Do This Alone We Came Way To Far To Quit So Don't Let This Go. And Im Hurtin Baby Cuz [Chorus: Israel] You Aint The One I Knew Have We Been Introduced Cuz Clearly Ive Thought And I See The Gemini In You Its Pushing Me Away From You And Im So In Love With You Oh I Just Want My Baby Back Cuz I Didn't Fall For The Gemini In You [Israel:] Oh My Girl How I Desire For Us To Be So Close And Nothing Could Break Us Apart Girl Gotta Admit Im Scared When You Change On Me [Fabolous:] Now I See What Your Ex Was Talking About One Minute Ya Muslim Then You Porkin It Out First You Dont Like Rap Then You Walking It Out And You No Were I Live Then You Stalking It Out Woow Id Be Telling Women Why Be A Vergo And Act So Gemini But You No Me A Hommie Is Hip To This Ill Snap You Out Of It Like A Hypnotist (Los) [Chorus: Israel] You Aint The One I Knew Have We Been Introduced Cuz Clearly Ive Thought And I See The Gemini In You Its Pushing Me Away From You But Im So In Love With You Oh I Just Want My Baby Back Cuz I Didn't Fall For The Gemini In You |
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from Kanye West - Alter Ego Mixtape (2009)
La la la la
Wait 'til I get my money right I had a dream I could buy my way to heaven When I awoke I spent that on a necklace I told God I'd be back in a second Man it's so hard not to act reckless To whom much is given much is tested Get arrested guess until he get the message I feel the pressure under more scrutiny And what'd I do Act more stupidly Bought more jewelry More Louis V My mama couldn't get through to me The drama people suing me I'm on T V talking like it's just you and me I'm just saying how I feel man I ain't one of the Cosby's I ain't go to Hillman I guess the money should've changed them I guess I should've forgot where I came from La la la la Wait 'til I get my money right La la la la Then you can't tell me nothing right Excuse me is you saying something Uh uh you can't tell me nothing You can't tell me nothing Uh uh you can't tell me nothing Let up the suicide doors This is my life homie you decide yours I know that Jesus died for us But I couldn't tell you who decide wars So I parallel double parked that mother fker sideways Old folks talking 'bout back in my day But homie this is my day Class started two hours ago oh am I late No I already graduated And you can live through anything if Magic made it They say I talk with so much emphasis Ooh they so sensitive Don't ever fix your lips like collagen Then say something where you gon end up apolog'in Let me know if it's a problem then A'ight man holla then La la la la Wait 'til I get my money right La la la la Then you can't tell me nothing right Excuse me is you saying something Uh uh you can't tell me nothing You can't tell me nothing Uh uh you can't tell me nothing Let the champagne splash Let that man get cash let that man get past You don't need to stop to get gas If he can move through the rumors he can drive off fumes Cause how he move in a room full of No's How he stay faithful in a room full of hoes Must be the pharoahs he in tune with his soul So when he buried in a tomb full of gold Treasure what's you pleasure Life is a uh depending how you dress her So if the devil wear prada Adam Eve wear nada I'm in between but way more fresher But way less effort cause when you try hard That's when you die hard Ya'll homies looking like Why God When they reminisce over you my God La la la la Wait 'til I get my money right La la la la Then you can't tell me nothing right Excuse me is you saying something Uh uh you can't tell me nothing You can't tell me nothing Uh uh you can't tell me nothing La la la la Wait 'til I get my money right La la la la Then you can't tell me nothing right |
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from Jennifer Lopez - Brave (2007)
You lookin' just a little too hard at me
Standin' just a little too close to me You sayin' not quite enough to me You sippin' just a little too slow for me No doubt you're playin' real cool homey Got me thinkin' what is it you do for me Trippin' (trippin') a little more than I should be So let yourself go and get right with me! I'm about to sign you up We can get right before the night is up We can get right, get right We can get right, get right We can get right I'm about to fill your cup We can get right before the night is up We can get right, get right, tonight We can get right Your lips talkin' about I play too much Can't a woman take advantage of what she wants? My hips movin' oh so slow (so slow) Bar tab lookin' like a car note (car note) All I need is you here right by my side Take whatever you want baby let's ride And whatever you want you let me decide Just put your name on the dotted line I'm about to sign you up We can get right before the night is up We can get right, get right We can get right, get right We can get right I'm about to fill your cup We can get right before the night is up We can get right, get right, tonight We can get right So much we got to say, but so little time And if tonight ain't long enough, don't leave love behind Baby take my hand I'll show you why I'm about to sign you up We can get right before the night is up We can get right, get right We can get right, get right We can get right I'm about to fill your cup We can get right before the night is up We can get right, get right, tonight We can get right I'm about to sign you up We can get right before the night is up We can get right, get right We can get right, get right We can get right I'm about to fill your cup We can get right before the night is up We can get right, get right, tonight We can get right I'm about to sign you up We can get right before the night is up We can get right, get right We can get right, get right We can get right I'm about to fill your cup We can get right before the night is up We can get right, get right |
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from Fabolous 4집 - From Nothin' To Somethin' (2007)
I try to play cool Actin like what you do don't phase me don't phase me Meanwhile I'm sittin at home all alone Tryin to keep myself from goin crazy When I'm in the house when I think about When I see you out when I hear about I want my baby back And I thought it would be easy but it's hard for me to let you GO Baby don't GO Baby don't go Baby don't GO Baby don't go Now I'm better than your ex gon' be better than your next Baby Screwed Up so you better be from Texas Can't seem to doubt that I creamed her out Now you dream about how I turned Nieman out Nothin to scream about just back your Beemer out Pack it up in the trunk go back to Kima house Cause I can play cool but I can't play fool There's options in break up you ever play pool Better do you cause I damn sure does me And what your buzz be is only because of me The wifey husby never was me I does me trust me I don't wanna another you so I'ma slide But I got another boo on the side I try to play cool Actin like what you do don't phase me don't phase me Meanwhile I'm sittin at home all alone Tryin to keep myself from goin crazy When I'm in the house when I think about When I see you out when I hear about I want my baby back And I thought it would be easy but it's hard for me to let you GO Baby don't GO Baby don't go Baby don't GO Baby don't go Through the time I been alone time I spent on phones Know you ain't lettin them climb up in my throne Now baby that lime with that Patron Have me talkin crazy it's time to come on home Now I talk with someone above It's okay to lose your pride over someone you love Don't lose someone you love though over your pride Stick wit'cha entree and get over your side We break up to make up at Jacob's baby Her parents fought too I'm the makeup baby Wake up baby love'll have you open though I mean you seen Tom Cruise on the Oprah show So I just can't bet on the next hand There's too much in this pot just to give to the next man I try to play cool Actin like what you do don't phase me don't phase me Meanwhile I'm sittin at home all alone Tryin to keep myself from goin crazy When I'm in the house when I think about When I see you out when I hear about I want my baby back And I thought it would be easy but it's hard for me to let you GO Baby don't GO Baby don't go Baby don't GO Baby don't go Now if you ain't never went through it you ain't really into it The next rap to show you I really been through it Every other day I'm givin the love away That's what your friend's sister or little brother say If I'ma do somethin it's the undercover way When them hatin ass watchdogs look the other way And others may not see that we need each other But if we on the same page we can read each other They should learn us instead of try to turn us Mr and Ms Smith we both got the burners UP If you love your baby then turn this up Know we keep this hot like a Thermos cup Relax don't be tryin to perm us up We already straight I try to play cool Actin like what you do don't phase me don't phase me Meanwhile I'm sittin at home all alone Tryin to keep myself from goin crazy When I'm in the house when I think about When I see you out when I hear about I want my baby back And I thought it would be easy but it's hard for me to let you GO Baby don't GO Baby don't go Baby don't GO Baby don't go Fab we gon' have to make a dance to this song man Y'knahmean ain't no WAY you can't dance on this Uhhh T Pain I want my baby back And I thought it would be easy but it's hard for me to let you GO |
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from Fabolous 4집 - From Nothin' To Somethin' (2007)
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from Fabolous 4집 - From Nothin' To Somethin' (2007)
We never change over here Street Fame Konvict If I'm your man then you're my man And we ain't gotta worry 'bout where we stand But you crossed the man you forced my hand And changin who I am ain't part of my plan Cause I will not change up change up no Said I will not change up change up no Now I don't know if I should hug him or slug him now And I don't know if I should cap him or dap him now But I know that it's feelin funny now Maybe it's cause I'm gettin this money now You see things ain't the same I said things ain't the same No things ain't the same And I know I ain't changed Yo I make the money but don't let it make me So even if I go broke nigga you couldn't break me Watch how long it take me to jump back on my feet quick is when the barrels jump back on the heat Y'all don't wanna see me jump back in the street So be happy that I rock them slumped back in the seats Being broke is a joke I never found it funny That's why I count my blessings as much as I count my money If I'm your man then you're my man And we ain't gotta worry 'bout where we stand But you crossed the man you forced my hand And changin who I am ain't part of my plan Cause I will not change up change up no Said I will not change up change up no Some niggaz change when they get change funny when they get money Switch when they get rich strayed when they got paid But I stresses you to holla Cause they never made bullet proof vestes out of dollars We never change this is us every day I call them boys up they gon' bust every 'K They ride high like them cust Chevrolets Like O Wax for Kaine lookin for his cousin killers I got a dozen peelers for niggaz who doesn't feel us I changed for a reason but homey it wasn't scrilla They can't say that nuttin changed but my clothes Oh I'm lyin I do change up my hoes I pitch game you should see the change up I throws And gotta get 'em a ring to get em to swing I'm a team player if I win then we won And they gon put us all in the Hall of Fame when we done If I'm your man then you're my man And we ain't gotta worry 'bout where we stand But you crossed the man you forced my hand And changin who I am ain't part of my plan Cause I will not change up change up no Said I will not change up change up no Now I don't know if I should hug him or slug him now And I don't know if I should cap him or dap him now But I know that it's feelin funny now Maybe it's cause I'm gettin this money now You see things ain't the same I said things ain't the same No things ain't the same And I know I ain't changed Money can't buy happiness but it's a damn good down payment I don't talk much feel like I'm around agents the game ain't what it used to be I'm the same but these lames ain't used to me Them other niggaz be full of theyselves Get money and disappear try to pull a Chappelle Well I ain't hidin I'm ridin I ain't duckin I'm buckin I ain't hangin I'm bangin I ain't willin I've done it If I'm your man then you're my man And we ain't gotta worry 'bout where we stand But you crossed the man you forced my hand And changin who I am ain't part of my plan Cause I will not change up change up no Said I will not change up change up no Now I don't know if I should hug him or slug him now And I don't know if I should cap him or dap him now But I know that it's feelin funny now Maybe it's cause I'm gettin this money now You see things ain't the same I said things ain't the same No things ain't the same And I know I ain't changed |
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from Fabolous 4집 - From Nothin' To Somethin' (2007)
Diamonds on my damn chain It ain't hard to tell Diamonds in my damn chain Diamonds in my damn chain I'm like ooh daddy I see you with that damn thang Not my fault I'm feelin' ya campaign I like you but I really like your damn chain Diamonds in my damn chain Diamonds in my damn chain It kinda explains the way she be actin' She liked my necklace so she started relaxin' Now that's what the fuck I call a chain reaction Yo you think you like me now wait until the light hit me I bet they house somebody girl spend the night with me They got a love it if not then I guess they haters This kinda necklace turn on the investigators They ain't got one problem with this Square facewatch lookin Sponge Bob on the wrist One white one gold one nice untold You can look but don't touch Guns might unload now I respect them thugs who get they jackin' on But we squeeze set every slug that we be packin's long Ya boy got the drug money we be stackin on Lotta carrots not the one's Bugs Bunny snackin' on Got em get em close and lookin' like I scooped up the Titanic chain from the bottom of the ocean I play them diamonds well when I got dat jewelery on And she called me Karat Jeter maybe Canary Bonds Diamonds in my damn chain Diamonds in my damn chain I'm like ooh daddy I see you with that damn thang Not my fault I'm feelin' ya campaign I like you but I really like your damn chain Diamonds in my damn chain Diamonds in my damn chain It kinda explains the way she be actin' She liked my necklace so she started relaxin' Now that's what the fuck I call a chain reaction Damn what happened He's blindin' everybody Hey it must be Jeezy out shinin' everybody yup ready for the show you can call me the light man diamonds on my damn chain you can call me the bright man see I don't do brightless I do AP's yea I spend G's on all these VV's blowin' on chief yeah I got it from Harlem 12 carrot pinky ring shit I got it from Robert step it up a notch iced out ski mask places in the projects to hide my weed stash Dominican chick shit I got her from Fab yellow stones in my chain so I call it the cab Diamonds in my damn chain Diamonds in my damn chain I'm like ooh daddy I see you with that damn thang Not my fault I'm feelin' ya campaign I like you but I really like your damn chain Diamonds in my damn chain Diamonds in my damn chain It kinda explains the way she be actin' She liked my necklace so she started relaxin' Now that's what the fuck I call a chain reaction Yo maybe it's them VV's cuz' they sets Susters' Sit on the next bus like that show on MTV The waves on the chain make a nigga fly like the wings on a plane When you sittin in between 'em Even when you clean em' Glitenin' when you see 'em Beemin' through the tints when I'm sittin in the Phenom Oops I mean Phantom my words got tangled man But this tiger striped watch'll make ya bitch a Bengals fan We all know Jacob check the shit he did He spent more time Making The Band' than Diddy did You feel my campaign then drop your old spouse I'm out in DC at the 'White and Gold House Wanna convince me love Secret Service meet with some of that Lewinsky love She saw the chain baby brain no strain ever since Now that's what the fuck I call a good Chain of Events' Nigga Diamonds in my damn chain Diamonds in my damn chain I'm like ooh daddy I see you with that damn thang Not my fault I'm feelin' ya campaign I like you but I really like your damn chain Diamonds in my damn chain Diamonds in my damn chain It kinda explains the way she be actin' She liked my necklace so she started relaxin' Now that's what the fuck I call a chain reaction Diamonds on my damn chain It ain't hard to tell |
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from Fabolous 4집 - From Nothin' To Somethin' (2007)
The First Time You Kissed My Lips The First Time Your Finger Tips Touchin' Me Couldn't Resist The First Rhe First The First The First Time You Kissed My Lips The First Time Your Finger Tips Touchin' Me Couldn't Resist I Knew I Was Meant For This The First Time You Held Me Close The First Time I Couldn't Say No So Lossed In Side Of You I Knew I Was Met For You My First Time Checkin You Only Took A Second To Start Inspectin You Without Disrespectin You Wasn't Inspectin You To Say It Was Affectin You What You Wearin Got Me Starin Like You Butt Naked Boo It May Seem Like I Dont Even Reckon You But I Day Dream About Kissin On The Neck Of You Style Is Impeccable Smile Is Incredible Ain't Nothin' Like Ya And Baby I Done Met A Few You The Way I Feel Its Almost Like Crush My Heart Beats Faster Its Almost Like A Rush And Thats Just When You In A In A Room I Could Tell When You Round By The Scent Of Ya Perfume I See Why They Put These R&B Songs Together I Feel Like Mariah We Belong Together Its My Pleasure I Treasure That I Met Ya Bet Ya I Could Get Ya On The First Time The First Time You Kissed My Lips The First Time Your Finger Tips Touchin' Me Couldn't Resist I Knew I Was Meant For This The First Time You Held Me Close The First Time I Couldn't Say No So Lossed In Side Of You I Knew I Was Met For You Now I Rememba Datin The First Time Was Intimidatin No Rush Doe I Spend Da Hol Nov Waitin Come On Look At The Patience Dat Im Demonstratin Afta A Week Or 2 I Usally Start Eliminatin But We Got Thru Da Convo On Da Phone Now We Finally Chillin On A Condo All Alone I Tried To Be Expressive With Out Bein Aggressive Jus Being Suggestive A Lil More Impressive And Im A Good Playa I Listen To Da Coach He Sho Me Da Play Book And Said Dis Is Da Approach If U Ever Wanna Score Cuz Some Players Rush They Shots Dats Why Dey Neva On Da Floor N Dats Y We Both Feelin Comfortable Like Long Time Friends Only Been A Month R 2 I Got Moves And I No When 2 Make Em But I Only Give Em If I Knou Could Take Em The First Time You Kissed My Lips The First Time Your Finger Tips Touchin' Me Couldn't Resist I Knew I Was Meant For This The First Time You Held Me Close The First Time I Couldn't Say No So Lossed In Side Of You I Knew I Was Met For You Now Before Da First Time We Layed Down In Da Bed U Aint Know Da Kinna Thing Dat Playd Around In My Head I Aint Play Around Wen I Said U Gun Member Dis Might Even Turn Ya Self On Wen U Remenice Our First Time We Were Like Virgins With Expirence A Lil Shy But I Urged U To Expierement Things Got Weta I Mean Betta Im Gettin Numb Im A Bout Ccccome On Now Not Yet Boo Slo Down We Jus Stepped In Da Ring Need A Few Mo Rounds Dats Da First Time It Felt Like Dat Now U Kno Why Fabolous Is Spelled Like Dat The First Time You Kissed My Lips The First Time Your Finger Tips Touchin' Me Couldn't Resist I Knew I Was Meant For This The First Time You Held Me Close The First Time I Couldn't Say No So Lossed In Side Of You I Knew I Was Met For You The First Time You Kissed My Lips The First Time Your Finger Tips Touchin' Me Couldn't Resist I Knew I Was Meant For This The First Time You Held Me Close The First Time I Couldn't Say No So Lossed In Side Of You I Knew I Was Met For You |
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from Fabolous 4집 - From Nothin' To Somethin' (2007)
Yes Nigga the slump is over we winnin again Bring some money out homey we spend again Wipe the frown off shorty we grinnin again Did he say again Yes we winnin again Nigga the slump is over we winnin again Bring some money out homey we spend again Wipe the frown off shorty we grinnin again Did he say again Yes we winnin again I'm ridin through the metropolitan everybody hollerin Me I'm just acknowledgin with this million dollar grin Shine like a halogen cool as the island wind I don't judge myself but if I do I'd give my style a ten Met a chick who belong on front of Cosmopolitan Thick in the right place otherwise she model thin She don't do no swallowin but she got a wilder friend Who don't give a fuck I told both of them to follow then I'm with the familiar you might be familiar with a few faces but they still the nine milli a They be like the Young Guns so I guess I'm Billy bruh I do more than William Bryant I'm a little Willie er Change a little chillier wrist a little sillier And I'm grown so I'm not really the kid at all But I hope you get it y'all I can't say I did it all But believe that fore I leave it I'ma try to get it all What I don't get at all is what these critics call stuntin don't mean nuttin they don't live her like they read it y'all It ain't the car it's the way it's kitted y'all Meanin it's the little things like the way my fitted fall The way my posture lean the way my necklace hang You should respect this gang if not expect this bang But all this wreckless slang it don't effect us mayne They build you up to break you down it's just like Tetris mayne That's why I sex Ms Thang and let the next miss hang And even if I wake up late I do the breakfast thang That's an important meal I is the important deal Jay brought me to Def Jam feel like it's Jordan deal I'm young mellow game winning young fellow Remember me I mixed one white with one yellow Turned nuttin into somethin you can do it too This the music that you do it to Loso |
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from Fabolous 4집 - From Nothin' To Somethin' (2007)
[Intro: Junior Reid] Stonyahoy!!! Stigading wuy na na ding ding wuy!!! Yeah ha ha ha!!! [Chorus: Junior Reid] Yes I waan dem fi know, seh real warriors don't play And if yuh romp wid us, you have to run away I waan dem fi know, seh real gangstas don't play And if they romp wid us, they have to run away [Verse 1: Junior Reid] Know they romp wid us and they go run and a hide (Hide) Slip dem go slip and now a slide dem go slide (Slide) Only a fool get caught up in his own pride (Pride) Hope dem ready fi di ride [Chorus: Junior Reid] I waan dem fi know, seh real gangstas don't play And if they romp wid us, they have to run away [Verse 2: Junior Reid] Know they romp wid us and they go run and a hide (Hide) Slip dem go slip and now a slide dem go slide (Slide) Only a fool get caught up in his own pride (Pride) Hope dem ready fi di ride [Verse 3: Fabolous] Gnagstas ain't this fly, this is just a rare occasion You can hear it's blazin soon as the leer is raisin Hell yeah we hazin, sexy pair of Bajans Chinky eyes dark hair you would swear they Asian They Bahama mamas, hols the llama mamas Put the gangsta grills on when it's drama mama Murder them, murder them, they don't make a move until they get word from him I could be in Fiji, one call to Gigi She on some Belly shit like X with a squiggie They say it's gangsta but it's just the way of life If life's a bitch better make everyday your wife I'm from the era of the shootouts from drug spots Happy to be here so I smile in my mug shots The David Dinkins years, I even dug Koch Before the George Bush drugs watch, Bloodclaat!!! [Chorus: Junior Reid] I waan dem fi know, seh real gangstas don't play And if they romp wid us, they have to run away |
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from Fabolous 4집 - From Nothin' To Somethin' (2007)
[ad libs for the first 22 seconds]
[Chorus: Red Cafe] Excuse me! I happen to be the boss man Excuse me! I happen to be the weatherman Excuse me! I happen to be the ice man Excuse me! I happen to be the dopeman And I'm the man - yes, shorty I'm the man I'm the man - yes, shorty I'm the man And I'm the man - yes, shorty I'm the man I'm the man - yes, shorty I'm the man [Fabolous - over second half of Chorus] That's me The motherf**kin man, 'Lo-so Due to the present in your past In present where your man bitch? [Fabolous] Yes, I'm the man, yes shorty I'm the man I'm so fly there's no tellin when I'ma land You tryin to come up on somethin mami I'm the player So play the cards you was dealt baby I'm the hand Young Denzel, I'm the inside man They open they legs to let me inside man I work the middle, call it an inside job The hey mon, I got ten side jobs The boss man, the ice man and weatherman The weed man for Redman and Method Man The dope man, the gun man, the mailman The spokesman, the cheer man, the salesman Used to spread the white shit like hail man And I moved more bags than the bellman Now I'm the man of the da-da-da-da-damn If you ain't get the message let me tell you who I am (BITCH~!) [Chorus] [Fabolous] Yeah... I'm the man - yes, shorty I'm the man Lookin for some good shit, then I'm your man Just say my name three times like Candyman I pop up, fix it up like a handyman You know how the man do, Coupe is all mad new Ginoblis, but the truck is on Kobes Through the bulletproof when you're in the Sport man The slugs come through your window like grown man Aww man~! There go your man again I fifth him up, stiff him up like a mannequin I ain't trippin but dude think he the Man of Steel He slippin up and he don't even see banana peels And one night I made plans to do him The bitch is so easy a caveman could do it She know I'm the man of the da-da-da-da-damn But F-Y-I, let me tell you who I am (BITCH~!) [Chorus] |
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from Fabolous 4집 - From Nothin' To Somethin' (2007)
Make money money,
make money money money, make money money, make money money money, make money money, make money money money, make money money, make money money money You niggas got it twisted man [Chorus] I'm like ha ha ha ha ha you niggas make me laugh, c'mon if it don't make me math. I'm like ha ha ha ha ha what u can't take a joke, well i cant take being broke. I'm like ha ha ha ha ha, make money money money. Ha ha ha ha ha, make money money money [Fabolous' Verse] You niggas are comical, who me I'm seven digits two commacal on my mama fool I'm getting this money and that kill'em they looking at a pimp funny I'm Katt Williams Money Mike, I gets money on the mic and some say I'm wild'n out Bargadi styling out, pushing seven digits dialing but i ain't gotta f**king choice my money talks in a Chris Tucker voice "And you know this man" You a stand up rapper, hip hop comedian I start laughing as soon as i put your CD in you joke, you joke, you kid, you kid should have went to Comedy Central with the vids you did but ok, you B.E.T. only if its Comic View Promise you I'm funny style I can be a comic too I'm Marty Mar, at a Auty Mar Cute snotty broad, tits like Dolly Par Ed Harty naw this is carty ma but that was a good one, Hardy har Lambo Galardi car getting my last laugh HAW [Chorus] [Pusha T's Verse] The jokes on you niggas see the figures don't add up to the claims you Sam Kinnison you just screaming names my brother my partner for real like the Wayans plus everything in live In Living Color High rise checks diamonds the size of Robin Harris' I Bebe Kids my neck You call it a tribute, a ?? distribute sales was slow i got Paco to contribute some morals in each state, move weight, get caught, don't talk, Dave Chappelle niggas might break so hilarious, how the chariots, carry us Phantom is light gray sort of like Ashy Larry is King of the one liner lil' rhymers watch what you say you just a potty mouth like Andrew Dice Clay I pop collars on niggas, i drop dollars on niggas i jell O's together i Bill Cosby on niggas got you lost in the smoke i Micheal Connelly you niggas i watch u verse from the fire i Richard Pryor you niggas said enough nigga sort of like Kramer i'm joking you don't wanna see the anger Fab tell'em [Chorus] [Fabolous' Verse 2] Mane look, the diamonds in your chain look funnier than Dane Cook, you hit the Sufi I am to fly, in the booth I make joke of them, i ain't the richest nigga but i ain't broke as them I'm serious, petty worth will make a man delirious like Eddie Murph Girls get curious is he really funny, don't be silly honey i'm the burner packing Bernie Macing I ain't scared of you maf**kers kick ass hon stack thick ass a deck of card VIP section hard they try to holla at me you know the heckler broads I'm popping Rose, I don't the neck to God don't front yo, i be in the front row watch your wise cracks or i'll be at your front door and i push up on a female smoothly, in a GL but keep that on the D.L. Hughley LOL this is LOS O no your money coming so slow guess this maf**kers a no show, Oh oh oh [Chorus] |
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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 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 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 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 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 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 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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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 Usher - Caught Up [single] (2005)
I'm the kind of brotha
Who been doin' it my way Gettin' my bread for years In my career And every lover In and out my life I hear love and left the tears Without a care Until I met this girl who turned the tables around She caught me by surprise I never thought I'd be the one breaking down I cant figure it out why I'm so Caught up Got me feelin' it Caught up I don't know what it is But it seems shes got me twisted I'm so Caught up Got me feelin' it Caught up I'm losin' control This girls got a hold on me Let me go baby Now listen My momma told me Be careful who you do cuz karma comes back around Same ol' song But I was so sure That it wouldnt happen to me Cuz I know how to put it down But I was so wrong This girl was mean She really turned me out Her body was so tight I'm lookin' for her in the daytime with a flashlight My homies say this girl is crampin' my style And I can't figure it out but I'm so Caught up Got me feelin' it Caught up I don't know what it is But it seems shes got me twisted I'm so Caught up Got me feelin' it Caught up I'm losin' control This girls got a hold I'm so Caught up Really feelin' it Caught up I don't know what it is But it seems shes got me twisted I'm so Caught up Really feelin' it Caught up I'm losin' control This girls got a hold on me And I think I like it baby Oh nooo, oh no Ooh, yeaah, oh my This girl was mean She really turned me out Yeah, yeah, yeah, suga My homies say this girl is crampin' my style I'm so Caught up Caught up Don't know what it is But it seems shes got me twisted I'm so Caught up Really feelin' it Caught up I'm losin' control This girls got a hold I'm so Caught up Im so Caught up I don't know what it is But it seems shes got me twisted I'm Caught up Really feelin' it Caught up I'm losin' control This girls got a hold on me |
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from Jennifer Lopez - Rebirth (2005)
You lookin' just a little too hard at me
Standin' just a little too close to me You sayin' not quite enough to me You sippin' just a little too slow for me No doubt you're playin' real cool homey Got me thinkin' what is it you do for me Trippin' (trippin') a little more than I should be So let yourself go and get right with me! I'm about to sign you up We can get right before the night is up We can get right, get right We can get right, get right We can get right I'm about to fill your cup We can get right before the night is up We can get right, get right, tonight We can get right Your lips talkin' about I play too much Can't a woman take advantage of what she wants? My hips movin' oh so slow (so slow) Bar tab lookin' like a car note (car note) All I need is you here right by my side Take whatever you want baby let's ride And whatever you want you let me decide Just put your name on the dotted line I'm about to sign you up We can get right before the night is up We can get right, get right We can get right, get right We can get right I'm about to fill your cup We can get right before the night is up We can get right, get right, tonight We can get right So much we got to say, but so little time And if tonight ain't long enough, don't leave love behind Baby take my hand I'll show you why I'm about to sign you up We can get right before the night is up We can get right, get right We can get right, get right We can get right I'm about to fill your cup We can get right before the night is up We can get right, get right, tonight We can get right I'm about to sign you up We can get right before the night is up We can get right, get right We can get right, get right We can get right I'm about to fill your cup We can get right before the night is up We can get right, get right, tonight We can get right I'm about to sign you up We can get right before the night is up We can get right, get right We can get right, get right We can get right I'm about to fill your cup We can get right before the night is up We can get right, get right |
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from Jennifer Lopez - Rebirth (2005)
You lookin' just a little too hard at me
Standin' just a little too close to me You sayin' not quite enough to me You sippin' just a little too slow for me No doubt you're playin' real cool homey Got me thinkin' what is it you do for me Trippin' (trippin') a little more than I should be So let yourself go and get right with me! I'm about to sign you up We can get right before the night is up We can get right, get right We can get right, get right We can get right I'm about to fill your cup We can get right before the night is up We can get right, get right, tonight We can get right Your lips talkin' about I play too much Can't a woman take advantage of what she wants? My hips movin' oh so slow (so slow) Bar tab lookin' like a car note (car note) All I need is you here right by my side Take whatever you want baby let's ride And whatever you want you let me decide Just put your name on the dotted line I'm about to sign you up We can get right before the night is up We can get right, get right We can get right, get right We can get right I'm about to fill your cup We can get right before the night is up We can get right, get right, tonight We can get right So much we got to say, but so little time And if tonight ain't long enough, don't leave love behind Baby take my hand I'll show you why I'm about to sign you up We can get right before the night is up We can get right, get right We can get right, get right We can get right I'm about to fill your cup We can get right before the night is up We can get right, get right, tonight We can get right I'm about to sign you up We can get right before the night is up We can get right, get right We can get right, get right We can get right I'm about to fill your cup We can get right before the night is up We can get right, get right, tonight We can get right I'm about to sign you up We can get right before the night is up We can get right, get right We can get right, get right We can get right I'm about to fill your cup We can get right before the night is up We can get right, get right |
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from Fabolous - Rolling Stone Original [single] (2004)
WOO! WOO! WOO! BREATHE!
WOO! WOO! WOO! 숨을 쉬어! [Bridge] One and then the two Two and then the three 하나 그리고 둘, 둘 그리고 셋 Three and then the four Then you gotta BREATHE 셋 그리고 넷, 그때 너는 숨을 쉬어 One and then the two Two and then the three 하나 그리고 둘, 둘 그리고 셋 Three and then the four Then you gotta BREATHE 셋 그리고 넷, 그때 너는 숨을 쉬어 Then you gotta (gasp) 그때 너는 Then you gotta (gasp) 그때 너는 [Hook I] Yo these niggaz can't breathe when I come through, hum too Yo 이놈들은 내가 다가가면 숨도 못 쉬고, 휘파람도 못 불지 Some shoes, gotta be 20 man 몇몇 신발은, 20까지도 가 It's not even funny they can't BREATHE 이건 우스운 일이 아냐, 그들은 숨도 못 쉬잖아 The choke holds too tight 너무 꽉 목을 죄어 The left looks too right 왼쪽은 너무 오른쪽처럼 보여 You know what? You right 그거 알아? 니 말이 맞아 These bitches can't BREATHE 이년들은 숨을 못 쉬고 있어 (Hook II) Look look, they hearts racin' 봐봐, 그들의 심장은 빨리 뛰고 They start chasin' 날 쫓기 시작하지만 But I'm so fast when I blow past 내가 지나칠 땐 아주 빠르게 지나쳐서 That they can't BREATHE 그들은 숨도 못 쉬지 In the presence of the man 내 흔적이 남아있어 Your future looks better than ya past if you present with the man 네 미래는 만약 그 사람과 함께라면 과거보다 더 나아질거야 You betta BREATHE 빨리 숨을 쉬어 You niggaz can't share my air 너네들은 내 운동화를 빌려쓸 수 없고 Or walk a mile in the pair I wear 내가 신는 신발을 신고 1마일을 걸을 수도 없어 And I'm gettin better year by year 난 매해 더 나아지고 있어 Like they say Juan do 마치 Juan처럼 Cops couldn't smell me if you brought the canines through 경찰들은 경찰견을 데려와도 나를 찾아낼 수 없지 And I pace myself 난 다시 맘을 다져 I know these money hungry bitches wanna taste my wealth 저 돈에 굶주린 년들은 내 부귀를 맛보고 싶어하지만 But I keep em' on a diet 난 그들을 다이어트 시키고 Embrace they health 건강을 돌보거나 Or either keep em' on a quiet 그들의 입을 막고 And space myself 내 공간을 늘리지 And just take a deep breath 먼저 심호흡을 해 I got em' grabbin' they chest 지금 그들은 가슴을 쥐어뜯고 있어 Cuz it's hurtin' em' to see Fab in his best Fab이 최고의 실력을 발휘하고, 그들은 And they in they worst 최악이라는 걸 보기가 아프기 때문에 They rather see me lay in the hearse than lay in the back 그들은 내가 뒤에 서는 것보다도 관에 눕길 원하지 And I ain't just layin a verse I'm sayin the facts 이건 그냥 노래가 아냐, 이건 사실이야 I came back with some sicka stones 난 좀더 멋진 보석과 함께 돌아왔지 That got these broke niggaz lookin at me like they chokin' on a chicken bone 가난뱅이 놈들은 닭다리뼈가 목에 걸린듯이 이것을 쳐다봐 Every chick I bone Can't leave the dick alone 내가 꼬시는 여자들, dick을 혼자 놔둘 순 없잖아 So I know It's one of them everytime I flip my phone 그래서 매번 하나하나씩에게 전화를 걸지 [BRIDGE] [HOOK I] [HOOK II] I see em on the block when I passes 지나치는 거리마다 그들을 보지 Lookin like they need oxygen mask-es 산소 마스크가 필요할 것 같은 모습들 I make it hard to BREATHE 좀더 숨쉬기 어렵게 만들어 But I keep the glocks in the stashes 하지만 난 언제나 총을 가지고 있어 Cuz the cops wanna lock and harass us 경찰들은 우릴 가두고 모욕하고 And make it hard to BREATHE 더 숨쉬기 어렵게 하거든 They has to react 내 뒤의 불빛이 보이면 Like havin' a asthma attack 마치 천식이 오는 것처럼 When they see the plasma in back 빨리 사람들은 반응해야할걸 You dudes are wheezin' behind me 너네들은 내 뒤에서 시끄럽게 떠들어 My flow is like a coupe, breezin at 90 내 플로우는 마치 Coupe 같아, 90마일로 달리지 That's the reason they signed me 그래서 사람들은 나와 계약을 맺었어 It's quick metaphors and hard punches on the cuts 빠른 은유와 곳곳에 숨어있는 강한 충격 Feels somethin' like hard punches to the gut 마치 배에 먹이는 강력한 한 방 같지 How I address the haters and under estimaters 나는 안티와 과소평가하는 이들에게 말을 걸고 And ride up on them like they escalators 에스컬레이터처럼 그들 위에 올라타 They shook up and hooked up to respirators 그들은 몸을 떨고 인공호흡기에 묶였어 On they last breath talking to investigators 마지막 숨결을 모아 조사관에게 얘기하고 I'm a breath of fresh air And a fresh pair 나는 신선한 공기와 신선한 옷이야 Face it boo and do it till your face get blue 인정해라, 그리고 얼굴이 새파랗게 될 때까지 해 And then BREATHE 그리고 숨을 쉬어 [BRIDGE] [HOOK I] [HOOK II] When the crew walk in it Pop a few corks in it 크루가 여기로 들어서면, 코르크 마개를 따 As quick as a tick in a New York minute 뉴욕의 1분이 째깍하는 것처럼 빠르게 Catch a breath, fore u catch a left 왼쪽으로 가기 전에 숨을 들이마셔 Even worse, catch a Tef Only way u catch a F 아니 아예 Tef를 잡아, 그래야 너는 F- To the A-B, its in the maybe Rollin with my baby A-B를 잡을 수 있어, '아마'라는 거지, 내 베이비와 함께 달리며 Grippin on a toy that you won't find in +KayBee+ KayBee에서도 찾을 수 없는 장난감을 꽉 쥐어 I rhyme slick on ya 난 매끈한 라임을 들려줘 I'm a have to put the Heimlich on ya 너에게 Heimlich을 뿌릴게 What you know bout lettin' dimes lick on ya? 여자들이 널 핥게하는 방법을 넌 알고 있어? While you inhale the weed 마리화나를 빨아대면서 And it won't stop till they inhale ya seed 그들이 니 씨앗을 삼키기 전까지 멈추지 않아 And it don't stop I tell em' to breathe 그들에게 숨을 쉬라고 할 때까지 멈추지 않아 Like a doctor with a stethoscope 마치 청진기를 든 의사처럼 I don't see no fuckin hope 희망 따위는 보이지 않아 Unless these motherfuckers BREATHE 이 개자식들이 숨쉬지 않는다면 Yeah, Brooklyn gotta Uptown gotta 그래, Brooklyn은, Uptown도 the Bronx gotta Queens gotta Bronx도, Queens도 Staten Isle gotta You niggas gotta Staten Isle도, 너네들도 You bitches gotta Everybody BREATHE 네년들도, 모두 다 숨을 쉬어야해 One and then the two Two and then the three 하나 그리고 둘, 둘 그리고 셋 Three and then the four Then you gotta BREATHE 셋 그리고 넷, 그때 너는 숨을 쉬어 Then you gotta.. Then you gotta.. 그때 너는.. 그때 너는... BREATHE Oh* BREATHE 숨을 쉬어, 오 숨을 쉬어 BREATHE Oh* BREATHE 숨을 쉬어, 오 숨을 쉬어 BREATHE BREATHE 숨을 쉬어, 숨을 쉬어 Oh* BREATHE BREATHE 오 숨을 쉬어, 숨을 쉬어 |
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from Fabolous - Rolling Stone Original [single] (2004)
Baby girl
You know my situation And sometimes I know you get impatient But you don't put on show's to get ovations Take it to court and go through litagations And I respect ya gangsta Treat you like a princess And put something on your neck to thank ya Shes my pinch hitta When the startin lineup aint playin right I come off the bench wit her It might sound like im gassin ya But it took time to get from the back seat to the passenger We been creepin and sneakin Just to keep it from leakin We so deep in our freakin That we don't sleep on the weekend Wifey A little bit uptight Wonderin why I keep comin home in the middle of the night It'll be alright if ya'll bump heads it'll be a fight But i said it'll be alright I really wanna be with you (be with you) But I gotta be real with you (real with you) I can't leave you alone (no) And I know I'm living wrong But i can't let ya go Your the one i want in my life (want in my life) Already got a wife (got a wife) Can't leave you alone (no) And I know I'm living wrong But I can't let ya go You aint ever step out of line Or get out a pocket So i made sure canary sent out your locket To protect you, i'll get out and cock it And you know the barrel of my gun is big enough to spit out a rocket Oh, you gonna play dumb if cops do come through I gotta keep the top up if my drop do come through But i know the boutiques and the shops you run through So i cop her one, and cop you one too You always get a daily page, weekly ring Plus you aint too shy to do them freaky things I aint gotta put a band on your finger Or worry about you tellin' the whole world I'm ya man on springer At first you were somethin i denied Something I would slide Just do somethin in the ride But shorty Theres something that you provide Cuz the entre ain't as good without something on the side ya' know I really wanna be with you (be with you) But I gotta be real with you (real with you) I can't leave you alone (no) And I know I'm living wrong But i can't let ya go Your the one i want in my life (want in my life) Already got a wife (got a wife) Can't leave you alone (no) And I know I'm living wrong But I can't let's go Uh oh, i might be leavin the earth soon My girl gonna kill me if she smells the scent of your perfume Its gonna be a clip toss if I go back With stains of your lip gloss on my throwback She wont care if im a platinum rapper If she catch me with an empty magnum wrapper So keep it on the down low call the carsely You seen what happened with Mr. Big and R Kelly You know I care for you Anytime this chick is there for you Feelings im'ma share wit you Which makes it a Lil Mo clear for you I really wanna be with you (be with you) But I gotta be real with you (real with you) I can't leave you alone (no) And I know I'm living wrong But i can't let ya go Your the one i want in my life (want in my life) Already got a wife (got a wife) Can't leave you alone (no) And I know I'm living wrong But I can't let's go - |
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from Fabolous - Rolling Stone Original [single] (2004)
[Intro: Tamia]
I think you're truely something special (Ooh) Just what my dreams are really made of (Dreams are really made of) Lets stay together you and me boy(Oh oh oh oh) There's no one like you around ohh baby [Fabolous] Baby girl (You know that I love you yea-yes ooo oo) Desertstorm (Ohh ohh yea) Uh uh yea yea oh um [Verse 1: Fabolous] I can't really explain it I'm so into you now I wanna be more than a friend to you now When they ask, I mention my babygirl in the interviews now And I don't bring the problems from the 90s into 2thou Theres no reason to have a friend or two now Cuz the kid's ready to tell you how he feel and a few vows Maybe, I speak in general now But girl, Imma do whateva jus to keep a grin on u now Where I go, they wear bikinis in the winter too now What you think about tan lines on the skin of you now? Why wouldn't I wanna spend a few thou On fifth ave shopping sprees and them dinners ta chow I aint concerned with other men will do now As long as when I slide up in you, you growl And any dude wit chu, He better be a kin of you now And I aint jealous, it's the principle now I'm so into you [Chorus: Tamia] I really like What you've done to me I can't really explain it I'm so into you I really like (I really like) What you've done to me (Done to me) I can't really explain it (Noo) I'm so into you (Hey) [Verse 2: Fabolous] Come on ma It's more than a flashin I woulda traded it all in orderly fashion My villa in Florida we crashin Jus off the shore, so you can hear when the water be splashin(Oh baby) The Drop top 3 in a quarter we dashin Flawless diamonds in the water we flashin The money we oughta be stashin I make sure ever quarter be cashed in I can't really explain it My friends be thinkin I'm slippin These girls be thinkin I'm trippin What kinda weed he be smokin What typa drinks you be sippin Sweet thing Jus to think of you dippin Would have me wit the blues so hard You would think I was cripin(ooo) Now, you relaxin in the Benz Credit cards wit no limits So you don't worry about maxin when you spends But since you been asking bout the friends How'd you like it if, both our names had Jackson on the end (Yea baby oh I) [Chorus: Tamia] I really like (I really like) What you've done to me (Done to me) I can't really explain it (I cant explain) I'm so into you (So into you) I really like (I really like) What you've done to me (Oooo yea) I can't really explain it I'm so into you [Verse 3:Fabolous] I don't wanna trip, but truth is Girl the way you cook a steak Remind me of them strips in Ruth Chris You love my smile, no matta how chipped my tooth is Wit chu it aint because my whips is ruthless I don't sit on chrome, dipped, or deuces And you aint flattered by Canary's and VS dip tay seuces Couple ballas look dumb when they press you Five and sixes, you don't let them kinda numbas impress you Even though I was some what successful Bein a player was becomin too stressful But ever since, this superwoman has come to my rescue My winter's been wonderful, my summer's been special That's why the Saint Bart by the villa been painted Just so we can really get acquainted The love is real, there's no way you can feel like it's tainted But I can't really explain it, uh yeah [Chorus: Tamia] (Oh I) I really like (What you've) What you've done to me (Oo I can't really explain it) I can't really explain it I'm so into you (I'm so into you) I really like What you've (You ooo ohh) done to me I can't really explain it (Can't explain it) I'm so into you [Outro: Tamia] I really like what I feel (Oooo ooo) When I'm with you (With you) You're a dream come true (You're oh yea yea) Don't you ever leave my side (Ever leave my side oh no no) Cuz it feels so right (Ooh baby ooh-oh I) [Chorus: Tamia] I really like What you've done to me (What you) (Ooh I can't) I can't really explain it (Explain it) (I'm) I'm (So) so (Into) into you (You baby) I really like what you've done to me (You've done to me yea) I can't really explain it (Look what you've done to me no) I'm so into you [Tamia] Oh I Really like Oh I can't No no no Into you I really like What you've done to me Really explain it |
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from Fabolous - Real Talk (2004)
[Intro]
Fab... [5X] Can you be my B-A-B-Y? [M.S.:] I'll never call another lover mine [Verse 1: Fabolous] And why would I, and why should I When I seen a lady tonight, with my good eye that I would try and make My..(baby..baby) I was up in the club putting my hood high When I saw you, and I stood by Just lookin at your onion girl I could cry, and I could lie I mean I could try and say you ain't sweep me off my feet But only one thing could keep me off the street And that's if you be my, B-A-B-Y I can be why you always be fly And I'm from B-Stuy, just like B.I...G. was, that's how F-A-B does We can sip something 'til we both be buzzed In a V-dub and that's only be-cause [Chorus: Mike Shorey] Need someone to be my (baby) Kind of girl you find in the club rockin those (baby) Phat jeans Gonna find someone to be my (baby) ..I see some ladies tonight that should be having my (baby, baby) [Verse 2: Fab] After the baby talk, the goo goo ga ga You like this, that, you do bla bla Couple good jokes, a few brouhaha's, it's time to do you mama First I'ma put you on your back And make you scream out (baby)..just like I put you on the track Then I'ma lay you on your side And slowly stroke you while you telling me the way you feel inside But my sex drive won't make me play you on the side You know you get the keys any day you wanna ride And my baby know how to start me up You got the kind of kiss that'll speed a heartbeat up And you got the kind of touch that'll gimme the chills I ask you cuz I know you gonna gimme it real It won't be fake, and don't we make a good couple And won't we make a good...(baby)? [Bridge: Mike Shorey] Ooh, if I seem just a bit taken, pardon me But you're so amazing I just want us to do this exclusively Say you'll be my baby [Verse 3: Fab] My baby's the only one I bring to the villa That can get the bling and the scrilla Girl, I know you smooth enough to spring a chinchilla And still take a sting of Tequila, the way you swing is a thriller I'm watchin that like the boxing match in the ring of Manila I wanna keep it comin like the singles of "Thriller" I mean if you still uh..my B-A-B-Y [Chorus] [Intro: 'til end] |
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from Fabolous - Real Talk (2004)
[Intro]
Fab... [5X] Can you be my B-A-B-Y? [M.S.:] I'll never call another lover mine [Verse 1: Fabolous] And why would I, and why should I When I seen a lady tonight, with my good eye that I would try and make My..(baby..baby) I was up in the club putting my hood high When I saw you, and I stood by Just lookin at your onion girl I could cry, and I could lie I mean I could try and say you ain't sweep me off my feet But only one thing could keep me off the street And that's if you be my, B-A-B-Y I can be why you always be fly And I'm from B-Stuy, just like B.I...G. was, that's how F-A-B does We can sip something 'til we both be buzzed In a V-dub and that's only be-cause [Chorus: Mike Shorey] Need someone to be my (baby) Kind of girl you find in the club rockin those (baby) Phat jeans Gonna find someone to be my (baby) ..I see some ladies tonight that should be having my (baby, baby) [Verse 2: Fab] After the baby talk, the goo goo ga ga You like this, that, you do bla bla Couple good jokes, a few brouhaha's, it's time to do you mama First I'ma put you on your back And make you scream out (baby)..just like I put you on the track Then I'ma lay you on your side And slowly stroke you while you telling me the way you feel inside But my sex drive won't make me play you on the side You know you get the keys any day you wanna ride And my baby know how to start me up You got the kind of kiss that'll speed a heartbeat up And you got the kind of touch that'll gimme the chills I ask you cuz I know you gonna gimme it real It won't be fake, and don't we make a good couple And won't we make a good...(baby)? [Bridge: Mike Shorey] Ooh, if I seem just a bit taken, pardon me But you're so amazing I just want us to do this exclusively Say you'll be my baby [Verse 3: Fab] My baby's the only one I bring to the villa That can get the bling and the scrilla Girl, I know you smooth enough to spring a chinchilla And still take a sting of Tequila, the way you swing is a thriller I'm watchin that like the boxing match in the ring of Manila I wanna keep it comin like the singles of "Thriller" I mean if you still uh..my B-A-B-Y [Chorus] [Intro: 'til end] |
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from Fabolous - Real Talk (2004)
WOO! WOO! WOO! BREATHE!
WOO! WOO! WOO! 숨을 쉬어! [Bridge] One and then the two Two and then the three 하나 그리고 둘, 둘 그리고 셋 Three and then the four Then you gotta BREATHE 셋 그리고 넷, 그때 너는 숨을 쉬어 One and then the two Two and then the three 하나 그리고 둘, 둘 그리고 셋 Three and then the four Then you gotta BREATHE 셋 그리고 넷, 그때 너는 숨을 쉬어 Then you gotta (gasp) 그때 너는 Then you gotta (gasp) 그때 너는 [Hook I] Yo these niggaz can't breathe when I come through, hum too Yo 이놈들은 내가 다가가면 숨도 못 쉬고, 휘파람도 못 불지 Some shoes, gotta be 20 man 몇몇 신발은, 20까지도 가 It's not even funny they can't BREATHE 이건 우스운 일이 아냐, 그들은 숨도 못 쉬잖아 The choke holds too tight 너무 꽉 목을 죄어 The left looks too right 왼쪽은 너무 오른쪽처럼 보여 You know what? You right 그거 알아? 니 말이 맞아 These bitches can't BREATHE 이년들은 숨을 못 쉬고 있어 (Hook II) Look look, they hearts racin' 봐봐, 그들의 심장은 빨리 뛰고 They start chasin' 날 쫓기 시작하지만 But I'm so fast when I blow past 내가 지나칠 땐 아주 빠르게 지나쳐서 That they can't BREATHE 그들은 숨도 못 쉬지 In the presence of the man 내 흔적이 남아있어 Your future looks better than ya past if you present with the man 네 미래는 만약 그 사람과 함께라면 과거보다 더 나아질거야 You betta BREATHE 빨리 숨을 쉬어 You niggaz can't share my air 너네들은 내 운동화를 빌려쓸 수 없고 Or walk a mile in the pair I wear 내가 신는 신발을 신고 1마일을 걸을 수도 없어 And I'm gettin better year by year 난 매해 더 나아지고 있어 Like they say Juan do 마치 Juan처럼 Cops couldn't smell me if you brought the canines through 경찰들은 경찰견을 데려와도 나를 찾아낼 수 없지 And I pace myself 난 다시 맘을 다져 I know these money hungry bitches wanna taste my wealth 저 돈에 굶주린 년들은 내 부귀를 맛보고 싶어하지만 But I keep em' on a diet 난 그들을 다이어트 시키고 Embrace they health 건강을 돌보거나 Or either keep em' on a quiet 그들의 입을 막고 And space myself 내 공간을 늘리지 And just take a deep breath 먼저 심호흡을 해 I got em' grabbin' they chest 지금 그들은 가슴을 쥐어뜯고 있어 Cuz it's hurtin' em' to see Fab in his best Fab이 최고의 실력을 발휘하고, 그들은 And they in they worst 최악이라는 걸 보기가 아프기 때문에 They rather see me lay in the hearse than lay in the back 그들은 내가 뒤에 서는 것보다도 관에 눕길 원하지 And I ain't just layin a verse I'm sayin the facts 이건 그냥 노래가 아냐, 이건 사실이야 I came back with some sicka stones 난 좀더 멋진 보석과 함께 돌아왔지 That got these broke niggaz lookin at me like they chokin' on a chicken bone 가난뱅이 놈들은 닭다리뼈가 목에 걸린듯이 이것을 쳐다봐 Every chick I bone Can't leave the dick alone 내가 꼬시는 여자들, dick을 혼자 놔둘 순 없잖아 So I know It's one of them everytime I flip my phone 그래서 매번 하나하나씩에게 전화를 걸지 [BRIDGE] [HOOK I] [HOOK II] I see em on the block when I passes 지나치는 거리마다 그들을 보지 Lookin like they need oxygen mask-es 산소 마스크가 필요할 것 같은 모습들 I make it hard to BREATHE 좀더 숨쉬기 어렵게 만들어 But I keep the glocks in the stashes 하지만 난 언제나 총을 가지고 있어 Cuz the cops wanna lock and harass us 경찰들은 우릴 가두고 모욕하고 And make it hard to BREATHE 더 숨쉬기 어렵게 하거든 They has to react 내 뒤의 불빛이 보이면 Like havin' a asthma attack 마치 천식이 오는 것처럼 When they see the plasma in back 빨리 사람들은 반응해야할걸 You dudes are wheezin' behind me 너네들은 내 뒤에서 시끄럽게 떠들어 My flow is like a coupe, breezin at 90 내 플로우는 마치 Coupe 같아, 90마일로 달리지 That's the reason they signed me 그래서 사람들은 나와 계약을 맺었어 It's quick metaphors and hard punches on the cuts 빠른 은유와 곳곳에 숨어있는 강한 충격 Feels somethin' like hard punches to the gut 마치 배에 먹이는 강력한 한 방 같지 How I address the haters and under estimaters 나는 안티와 과소평가하는 이들에게 말을 걸고 And ride up on them like they escalators 에스컬레이터처럼 그들 위에 올라타 They shook up and hooked up to respirators 그들은 몸을 떨고 인공호흡기에 묶였어 On they last breath talking to investigators 마지막 숨결을 모아 조사관에게 얘기하고 I'm a breath of fresh air And a fresh pair 나는 신선한 공기와 신선한 옷이야 Face it boo and do it till your face get blue 인정해라, 그리고 얼굴이 새파랗게 될 때까지 해 And then BREATHE 그리고 숨을 쉬어 [BRIDGE] [HOOK I] [HOOK II] When the crew walk in it Pop a few corks in it 크루가 여기로 들어서면, 코르크 마개를 따 As quick as a tick in a New York minute 뉴욕의 1분이 째깍하는 것처럼 빠르게 Catch a breath, fore u catch a left 왼쪽으로 가기 전에 숨을 들이마셔 Even worse, catch a Tef Only way u catch a F 아니 아예 Tef를 잡아, 그래야 너는 F- To the A-B, its in the maybe Rollin with my baby A-B를 잡을 수 있어, '아마'라는 거지, 내 베이비와 함께 달리며 Grippin on a toy that you won't find in +KayBee+ KayBee에서도 찾을 수 없는 장난감을 꽉 쥐어 I rhyme slick on ya 난 매끈한 라임을 들려줘 I'm a have to put the Heimlich on ya 너에게 Heimlich을 뿌릴게 What you know bout lettin' dimes lick on ya? 여자들이 널 핥게하는 방법을 넌 알고 있어? While you inhale the weed 마리화나를 빨아대면서 And it won't stop till they inhale ya seed 그들이 니 씨앗을 삼키기 전까지 멈추지 않아 And it don't stop I tell em' to breathe 그들에게 숨을 쉬라고 할 때까지 멈추지 않아 Like a doctor with a stethoscope 마치 청진기를 든 의사처럼 I don't see no fuckin hope 희망 따위는 보이지 않아 Unless these motherfuckers BREATHE 이 개자식들이 숨쉬지 않는다면 Yeah, Brooklyn gotta Uptown gotta 그래, Brooklyn은, Uptown도 the Bronx gotta Queens gotta Bronx도, Queens도 Staten Isle gotta You niggas gotta Staten Isle도, 너네들도 You bitches gotta Everybody BREATHE 네년들도, 모두 다 숨을 쉬어야해 One and then the two Two and then the three 하나 그리고 둘, 둘 그리고 셋 Three and then the four Then you gotta BREATHE 셋 그리고 넷, 그때 너는 숨을 쉬어 Then you gotta.. Then you gotta.. 그때 너는.. 그때 너는... BREATHE Oh* BREATHE 숨을 쉬어, 오 숨을 쉬어 BREATHE Oh* BREATHE 숨을 쉬어, 오 숨을 쉬어 BREATHE BREATHE 숨을 쉬어, 숨을 쉬어 Oh* BREATHE BREATHE 오 숨을 쉬어, 숨을 쉬어 |
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from Fabolous - Real Talk (2004)
WOO!
WOO! WOO! BREATHE! One and then the two Two and then the three Three and then the four Then you gotta BREATHE One and then the two Two and then the three Three and then the four Then you gotta BREATHE Then you gotta (gasp) Then you gotta (gasp) Yo these niggaz can't breathe when I come through, hum too Some shoes, gotta be 20 man It's not even funny they can't BREATHE The choke holds too tight The left looks too right You know what? You right These bitches can't BREATHE Look look, they hearts racin' They start chasin' But I'm so fast when I blow past That they can't BREATHE In the presence of the man Your future looks better than ya past if you present with the man You betta BREATHE You niggaz can't share my air Or walk a mile in the pair I wear And I'm gettin better year by year Like they say Juan do Cops couldn't smell me if you brought the canines through And I pace myself I know these money hungry bitches wanna taste my wealth But I keep em' on a diet Embrace they health Or either keep em' on a quiet And space myself And just take a deep breath I got em' grabbin' they chest Cuz it's hurtin' em' to see Fab in his best And they in they worst They rather see me lay in the hearse than lay in the back And I ain't just layin a verse I'm sayin the facts I came back with some sicka stones That got these broke niggaz lookin at me like they chokin' on a chicken bone Every chick I bone Can't leave the dick alone So I know It's one of them everytime I flip my phone One and then the two Two and then the three Three and then the four Then you gotta BREATHE One and then the two Two and then the three Three and then the four Then you gotta BREATHE Then you gotta (gasp) Then you gotta (gasp) Yo these niggaz can't breathe when I come through, hum too Some shoes, gotta be 20 man It's not even funny they can't BREATHE The choke holds too tight The left looks too right You know what? You right These bitches can't BREATHE Look look, they hearts racin' They start chasin' But I'm so fast when I blow past That they can't BREATHE In the presence of the man Your future looks better than ya past if you present with the man You betta BREATHE I see em on the block when I passes Lookin like they need oxygen mask-es I make it hard to BREATHE But I keep the glocks in the stashes Cuz the cops wanna lock and harass us And make it hard to BREATHE They has to react Like havin' a asthma attack When they see the plasma in back You dudes are wheezin' behind me My flow is like a coupe, breezin at 90 That's the reason they signed me It's quick metaphors and hard punches on the cuts Feels somethin' like hard punches to the gut How I address the haters and under estimaters And ride up on them like they escalators They shook up and hooked up to respirators On they last breath talking to investigators I'm a breath of fresh air And a fresh pair Face it boo and do it till your face get blue And then BREATHE One and then the two Two and then the three Three and then the four Then you gotta BREATHE One and then the two Two and then the three Three and then the four Then you gotta BREATHE Then you gotta (gasp) Then you gotta (gasp) Yo these niggaz can't breathe when I come through, hum too Some shoes, gotta be 20 man It's not even funny they can't BREATHE The choke holds too tight The left looks too right You know what? You right These bitches can't BREATHE Look look, they hearts racin' They start chasin' But I'm so fast when I blow past That they can't BREATHE In the presence of the man Your future looks better than ya past if you present with the man You betta BREATHE When the crew walk in it Pop a few corks in it As quick as a tick in a New York minute Catch a breath, fore u catch a left Even worse, catch a Tef Only way u catch a F To the A-B, its in the maybe Rollin with my baby Grippin on a toy that you won't find in +KayBee+ I rhyme slick on ya I'm a have to put the Heimlich on ya What you know bout lettin' dimes lick on ya? While you inhale the weed And it won't stop till they inhale ya seed And it don't stop I tell em' to breathe Like a doctor with a stethoscope I don't see no fuckin hope Unless these motherfuckers BREATHE Yeah, Brooklyn gotta Uptown gotta the Bronx gotta Queens gotta Staten Isle gotta You niggas gotta You bitches gotta Everybody BREATHE One and then the two Two and then the three Three and then the four Then you gotta.. BREATHE Then you gotta.. Then you gotta.. BREATHE Oh BREATHE BREATHE Oh BREATHE BREATHE BREATHE Oh BREATHE BREATHE |
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from Fabolous - Real Talk (2004)
[Chorus]
Cuz now I ain't wit cha, know that I miss ya, some how I carry on I can still picture, when I was wit cha like you was never gone I remember the good times, all of the bad times I dedicate this song, to my niggaz laid out, Til my niggaz lay down Can Ya Hear Me, I know you hear me [Fabolous] Now we was once two niggaz of the same kind Quick to holla at a bitch with the same lines Quick to draw on a nigga with the same nines But at the same time we was on some diffrent shit Cuz you was with a bitch that I beg to differ wit I told you sniff a bit and you could get a whif of it But you kept a closed nose when it came to those hoes And Im your nigga so I tried to smell em wrong for ya Wasn't there to take the fault for ya, But if you hear me I dedicate this song for ya, He was setup in a stick up By a girl he used to pick up on the upper west side I used to help him chop a brick up, They found him in his pickup Pants down and dick up, Leanin with one in his head And one in his chest, One of the best at this husslin' shit But his downfall was that he put his trust in a bitch and it's fucked up [Chorus] [Fabolous] I remember selling three bricks of raw powder Turn my man into a star in 24 hours He didn't care spent the money in like 4 hours On a Benz with like 400 and Horsepower And a chain that had christ on it, a rollie with alot of Ice on it A pinky ring with a price on it, when he come around Its likely that he blunted With a pretty lady in them Nikes that you wanted It's well know he kept it on his hip like a cell phone If you speak with him you can pick up on his jail tone He used to say he wasn't going back without blowing back And now I'm black I wouldn't put it past him The D's would Harass him, til he finally blacked out They told my nigga to freeze, but he still backed out Shots fired 'til his trigger finger got tired All the newspapers said was 'Another Nigga Dead' And it's fucked up [Chorus] [Fabolous] You can catch me in a cherry red 8-50 nice ass Great titties, face pretty everybody know that she date smitty A big time dealer thats doing a state biddin Who did more than his share of dirt in the world Enough to make a nigga think about hurtin' his girl So he used to tell his queen to stay to the castle Away from the hassle to the day that he pass through There's some enemies he might have who may wanna blast you She stayed for a few years, that's until a few pairs Convinced her to come and hang out around New Year's It's been awhile, you can see it in her smile And she ran into her man's Co-Defendant in the trial Who started going on about how he moving on About running with them same niggaz Smitty had warned about She slid off told her girl, she had to drop her kid off They found her in the parking lot, somebody blew her lid off And it's fucked up [Chorus - 2X] |
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from Fabolous - Real Talk (2004)
[Chorus]
Cuz now I ain't wit cha, know that I miss ya, some how I carry on I can still picture, when I was wit cha like you was never gone I remember the good times, all of the bad times I dedicate this song, to my niggaz laid out, Til my niggaz lay down Can Ya Hear Me, I know you hear me [Fabolous] Now we was once two niggaz of the same kind Quick to holla at a bitch with the same lines Quick to draw on a nigga with the same nines But at the same time we was on some diffrent shit Cuz you was with a bitch that I beg to differ wit I told you sniff a bit and you could get a whif of it But you kept a closed nose when it came to those hoes And Im your nigga so I tried to smell em wrong for ya Wasn't there to take the fault for ya, But if you hear me I dedicate this song for ya, He was setup in a stick up By a girl he used to pick up on the upper west side I used to help him chop a brick up, They found him in his pickup Pants down and dick up, Leanin with one in his head And one in his chest, One of the best at this husslin' shit But his downfall was that he put his trust in a bitch and it's fucked up [Chorus] [Fabolous] I remember selling three bricks of raw powder Turn my man into a star in 24 hours He didn't care spent the money in like 4 hours On a Benz with like 400 and Horsepower And a chain that had christ on it, a rollie with alot of Ice on it A pinky ring with a price on it, when he come around Its likely that he blunted With a pretty lady in them Nikes that you wanted It's well know he kept it on his hip like a cell phone If you speak with him you can pick up on his jail tone He used to say he wasn't going back without blowing back And now I'm black I wouldn't put it past him The D's would Harass him, til he finally blacked out They told my nigga to freeze, but he still backed out Shots fired 'til his trigger finger got tired All the newspapers said was 'Another Nigga Dead' And it's fucked up [Chorus] [Fabolous] You can catch me in a cherry red 8-50 nice ass Great titties, face pretty everybody know that she date smitty A big time dealer thats doing a state biddin Who did more than his share of dirt in the world Enough to make a nigga think about hurtin' his girl So he used to tell his queen to stay to the castle Away from the hassle to the day that he pass through There's some enemies he might have who may wanna blast you She stayed for a few years, that's until a few pairs Convinced her to come and hang out around New Year's It's been awhile, you can see it in her smile And she ran into her man's Co-Defendant in the trial Who started going on about how he moving on About running with them same niggaz Smitty had warned about She slid off told her girl, she had to drop her kid off They found her in the parking lot, somebody blew her lid off And it's fucked up [Chorus - 2X] |
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from Fabolous - Real Talk (2004)
[Reverend preaching]
Ha ha ha haa Brothers and sisters we're gathered here today to listen to a young man that's on fiiya You sittin in the church wit Reverend Charlie Murphy and I'ma bring it to ya wit brother F-A-B-O-L-O-U-S Fabolous [Fab:] Preach, Brother preach [Rev.:] Fabolous [Fab:] Preach Brother preach [Rev.:] Preach to 'em Brother, Church [Fab:] Yea, Uh.. uh.. uh.. uh [Verse 1] Yo, I preach through my raps God is watchin me I still reach to my strap Broads is watchin me they wanna leech to my trap Tha Jesus Christ on my neck reach to my lap I teach you to rap in my Sunday School These bitches get a one day rule You gotta fuck be Monday, cool? Or she gotta stroke a stick like the hun play pool If not you gotta walk like a runway fool Catch me in the moon shine or the sun ray jewels If you keep sayin your prayers maybe one day you'll.. ..be blessed like me 'til then keep stompin in your Air Force O-N-E-S Nikes They should make scriptures wit my flows I'm the young Bishop Don Juan that stripped ya for your hoes So if I throw a dollar at ya scream Hallelujah While I grab the neck of my robe and pop a collar to ya Church [Reverend preaching] Now in this world that we live in, there's all kinds of pimps You got ya playas, ya ballas, ya macs, ya gorrilla pimps that take what they want Ya all-star pimps... Pimps that (?) Pimps wit nothin but the Gators on ya feet (Preach to em brother) Nice pimps, mean pimps [Verse 2] I feel like the angel of God All I gotta do is drive the Range through and nod It's like I was put here to put layers in the air Put squares in my ear, put squares in the chair Put pairs in the rear I even put 20 inch footwear in my spare Lord knows I gotta stay on them spinners Dis verse is like grace that you say on your dinners Girls come wit me knowin that they gonna be sinners But, I'ma sense of relief And I ain't never been a trick kinda like its against my belief If she got it from me then I'm convinced she a theif But they say God giveth and He taketh away And I can do the same thing when I shake with the 'K If a nigga make a mistake wit the pay, Goddamit At the club I get right in So if heaven got a ghetto I should fit right in God loves me [Reverend preaching] Now just what kind of ho are you? Are you a tough ho, or a soft ho? (That's right) Are you a big ho, or a little ho? (Lil' teenie weenie) A domestic ho, or an international ho? A rich ho, or a broke ass ho? [Verse 3] Yea, me momma got my name from the Baptist who made tha wrong moves wit the women and died for it You make the wrong moves when you come and you try for it New York City of God I 'den saved some of New York's prettiest broads I'm spittin the gospel I hit my apostle's wit the coke that'll heal a sick soon as it get in they nostrils A Dros Trios, bring the organs on ya A 40-Caliber'll turn ya to a organ donor And a day or two, you'll be a morgue aroma While I go city to city fillin the pieu's up I ask God to forgive me while I'm fillin the Uz' up Demons won't let me see a man fillin my shoes up I ease 'em wit a sermon, but that ain't hard When I'm in the Beamer before they released 'em to the Germans You prolly got the man you love wit you But wouldn't you rather have the Man above wit you? Can I get an Amen [Reverend talking] Now some of ya'll are pimps, And some of ya'll are hoes But the rest.. the rest of ya'll.. don't think I don't know Ya just a hater.. They hate what you got They put a black eye on on the game whenever they play They piss in the pool, And they fart on the elevator Then look you in the face, Like they think you did it They hate change (They hate change) And they hate progress They hate me and they hate you They hate they own momma Cuz they think its her fault that they ain't got shit But I'm here to tell ya today That if you a hater Then you are the outter take or your own business (Amen) And someody just put 25 dollars in the collection plate So I'ma go up on the corner And buy me a fish sandwich Y'all hold it down, I'll be right back Tha Reverend Charlie Brown And don't you ever forget Fabolous, Fabolous, Fabolous, Fabolous Bitch ass motherfuckers [fades out] |
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from Fabolous - Real Talk (2004)
[Reverend preaching]
Ha ha ha haa Brothers and sisters we're gathered here today to listen to a young man that's on fiiya You sittin in the church wit Reverend Charlie Murphy and I'ma bring it to ya wit brother F-A-B-O-L-O-U-S Fabolous [Fab:] Preach, Brother preach [Rev.:] Fabolous [Fab:] Preach Brother preach [Rev.:] Preach to 'em Brother, Church [Fab:] Yea, Uh.. uh.. uh.. uh [Verse 1] Yo, I preach through my raps God is watchin me I still reach to my strap Broads is watchin me they wanna leech to my trap Tha Jesus Christ on my neck reach to my lap I teach you to rap in my Sunday School These bitches get a one day rule You gotta fuck be Monday, cool? Or she gotta stroke a stick like the hun play pool If not you gotta walk like a runway fool Catch me in the moon shine or the sun ray jewels If you keep sayin your prayers maybe one day you'll.. ..be blessed like me 'til then keep stompin in your Air Force O-N-E-S Nikes They should make scriptures wit my flows I'm the young Bishop Don Juan that stripped ya for your hoes So if I throw a dollar at ya scream Hallelujah While I grab the neck of my robe and pop a collar to ya Church [Reverend preaching] Now in this world that we live in, there's all kinds of pimps You got ya playas, ya ballas, ya macs, ya gorrilla pimps that take what they want Ya all-star pimps... Pimps that (?) Pimps wit nothin but the Gators on ya feet (Preach to em brother) Nice pimps, mean pimps [Verse 2] I feel like the angel of God All I gotta do is drive the Range through and nod It's like I was put here to put layers in the air Put squares in my ear, put squares in the chair Put pairs in the rear I even put 20 inch footwear in my spare Lord knows I gotta stay on them spinners Dis verse is like grace that you say on your dinners Girls come wit me knowin that they gonna be sinners But, I'ma sense of relief And I ain't never been a trick kinda like its against my belief If she got it from me then I'm convinced she a theif But they say God giveth and He taketh away And I can do the same thing when I shake with the 'K If a nigga make a mistake wit the pay, Goddamit At the club I get right in So if heaven got a ghetto I should fit right in God loves me [Reverend preaching] Now just what kind of ho are you? Are you a tough ho, or a soft ho? (That's right) Are you a big ho, or a little ho? (Lil' teenie weenie) A domestic ho, or an international ho? A rich ho, or a broke ass ho? [Verse 3] Yea, me momma got my name from the Baptist who made tha wrong moves wit the women and died for it You make the wrong moves when you come and you try for it New York City of God I 'den saved some of New York's prettiest broads I'm spittin the gospel I hit my apostle's wit the coke that'll heal a sick soon as it get in they nostrils A Dros Trios, bring the organs on ya A 40-Caliber'll turn ya to a organ donor And a day or two, you'll be a morgue aroma While I go city to city fillin the pieu's up I ask God to forgive me while I'm fillin the Uz' up Demons won't let me see a man fillin my shoes up I ease 'em wit a sermon, but that ain't hard When I'm in the Beamer before they released 'em to the Germans You prolly got the man you love wit you But wouldn't you rather have the Man above wit you? Can I get an Amen [Reverend talking] Now some of ya'll are pimps, And some of ya'll are hoes But the rest.. the rest of ya'll.. don't think I don't know Ya just a hater.. They hate what you got They put a black eye on on the game whenever they play They piss in the pool, And they fart on the elevator Then look you in the face, Like they think you did it They hate change (They hate change) And they hate progress They hate me and they hate you They hate they own momma Cuz they think its her fault that they ain't got shit But I'm here to tell ya today That if you a hater Then you are the outter take or your own business (Amen) And someody just put 25 dollars in the collection plate So I'ma go up on the corner And buy me a fish sandwich Y'all hold it down, I'll be right back Tha Reverend Charlie Brown And don't you ever forget Fabolous, Fabolous, Fabolous, Fabolous Bitch ass motherfuckers [fades out] |
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from Fabolous - Real Talk (2004)
It's been a year and some change
And I've been hearin' some things That there's some motherfuckers tryin' to be me But ain't none of these motherfuckers tryin' to see me So I won't stop, and I don't stop, yeah It's like everywhere I look and everywhere I go I'm hearin' muh'fucka's tryin'a steal my flow But it ain't no thing cause see my nigga J.O Put me up on the game when I stepped through the do' Now I done been so many places and seen so many faces But none of these motherfuckers do it like me Don't no motherfuckin' click do it like we Guess I'm doin' the right thing like Spike Lee See they talk like they some ho's, I walk like I'm supposed But if they get in the way they get stepped on It's the hundred-thou with the bling kept on Dippin' on my semi-automatic weap-on I ain't playin' no games, and I ain't sayin' no names Nigga put the shoes on if they fit you Well there's two things that I'm gon' admit to That I won't stop, and I don't stop It don't stop And it won't stop And it don't stop It don't stop, it won't stop It don't stop And it won't stop And it don't stop It don't stop, it won't stop I take whatever come wit the wealth, and even humble myself But I ain't the kinda nigga you can style on I got a coupe that I'm finna' put some miles on And I ride on these niggaz wit a smile on See I'm 'bout stackin' money but when they start actin' funny I fall back and all a man do is laugh I'm the kinda player that ain't gotta do the draft Buncha hits, couple plaques nigga do the math But a nigga must be gone for gettin' his hustle on So I had to come through and take the corner back And I'm back wit the rubber bands on a stack Nigga quit or take what I give on a pack Girls still think I'm fly Blow kiss and wink the eye And tell me they wanna go somewhere and freak off I tell 'em I would love to stop and take the week off But I won't stop, and I don't stop It don't stop And it won't stop And it don't stop It don't stop, it won't stop It don't stop And it won't stop And it don't stop It don't stop, it won't stop I listen to niggaz flippin' my lines And be grippin' my nine Like damn niggaz flip and only spit game Niggaz comin' at me tryin' to get names Niggaz lookin like me tryin' to get fame See first it didn't matter, and I was a little flattered But now these young boys they gettin' too grown Like I ain't show 'em how to rock jewels two toned But it won't stop, and it don't stop Yeah It don't stop And it won't stop And it don't stop It don't stop, it won't stop It don't stop And it won't stop And it don't stop It don't stop, it won't stop It's like everywhere I look and everywhere I go I'm hearin' muh'fucka's tryin'a steal my flow But it ain't no thing cause see my nigga J.O. Put me up on the game when I stepped through the do' |
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from Fabolous - Real Talk (2004)
It's been a year and some change
And I've been hearin' some things That there's some motherfuckers tryin' to be me But ain't none of these motherfuckers tryin' to see me So I won't stop, and I don't stop, yeah It's like everywhere I look and everywhere I go I'm hearin' muh'fucka's tryin'a steal my flow But it ain't no thing cause see my nigga J.O Put me up on the game when I stepped through the do' Now I done been so many places and seen so many faces But none of these motherfuckers do it like me Don't no motherfuckin' click do it like we Guess I'm doin' the right thing like Spike Lee See they talk like they some ho's, I walk like I'm supposed But if they get in the way they get stepped on It's the hundred-thou with the bling kept on Dippin' on my semi-automatic weap-on I ain't playin' no games, and I ain't sayin' no names Nigga put the shoes on if they fit you Well there's two things that I'm gon' admit to That I won't stop, and I don't stop It don't stop And it won't stop And it don't stop It don't stop, it won't stop It don't stop And it won't stop And it don't stop It don't stop, it won't stop I take whatever come wit the wealth, and even humble myself But I ain't the kinda nigga you can style on I got a coupe that I'm finna' put some miles on And I ride on these niggaz wit a smile on See I'm 'bout stackin' money but when they start actin' funny I fall back and all a man do is laugh I'm the kinda player that ain't gotta do the draft Buncha hits, couple plaques nigga do the math But a nigga must be gone for gettin' his hustle on So I had to come through and take the corner back And I'm back wit the rubber bands on a stack Nigga quit or take what I give on a pack Girls still think I'm fly Blow kiss and wink the eye And tell me they wanna go somewhere and freak off I tell 'em I would love to stop and take the week off But I won't stop, and I don't stop It don't stop And it won't stop And it don't stop It don't stop, it won't stop It don't stop And it won't stop And it don't stop It don't stop, it won't stop I listen to niggaz flippin' my lines And be grippin' my nine Like damn niggaz flip and only spit game Niggaz comin' at me tryin' to get names Niggaz lookin like me tryin' to get fame See first it didn't matter, and I was a little flattered But now these young boys they gettin' too grown Like I ain't show 'em how to rock jewels two toned But it won't stop, and it don't stop Yeah It don't stop And it won't stop And it don't stop It don't stop, it won't stop It don't stop And it won't stop And it don't stop It don't stop, it won't stop It's like everywhere I look and everywhere I go I'm hearin' muh'fucka's tryin'a steal my flow But it ain't no thing cause see my nigga J.O. Put me up on the game when I stepped through the do' |
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from Fabolous - Real Talk (2004)
My youngins get it fucked up when ya’ll talk about the game
Like it’s designed in their favor Like it ain’t outlined for them to waiver Their rights for a lil’ bit of fame Get in bullshit fights for a lil’ name To get noticed by some niggas that don’t give two fucks about you Tell em’ you don’t do the jives and shucks, and they route you to the shelf See there’s no money in good health So they need you to be sick with it, ill content and delivery niggas This nation thrives off misery niggas So if you ain’t trying to let your hard times increase your wealth Niggas keep that progressive shit to yourself This is the business of buying souls, and we only tryin’ to fuck with those who trying to sell them See, they may see me as an adversary cuz they know I’m tryin’ to tell them About the forest of artists who grow only to meet industry axes How they take niggas dreams and write then off in their taxes Contracts is confusing, but don’t worry they’ll appoint you a lawyer for you whore you Loan you funds to fuck your soul make you pay it back and still maintain control of your stroll Your tracks and your hot ass slow flow They’ll keep you looking good and all that, but no dough You see when that get a bitch, they got a bitch And contrary to popular opinion it ain’t my sistas that switch It’s my brothers We the dumb motherfuckers Hardest niggas in the streets turned industry suckers Cuz we refused to do the knowledge Nigga, you can’t learn this music game in the streets or in college So you betta pick up a book or something Or fuck it, FAB will put it in a hook or something Hope that you listen to it Got you pumpin’ that poison while they paint them illusionary parades and keep pissin’ thru it You pussies don’t know the price or the sacrifices that this industry makes real niggas walk |
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from Fabolous - Real Talk (2004)
My youngins get it fucked up
when ya’ll talk about the game Like it’s designed in their favor Like it ain’t outlined for them to waiver Their rights for a lil’ bit of fame Get in bullshit fights for a lil’ name To get noticed by some niggas that don’t give two fucks about you Tell em’ you don’t do the jives and shucks, and they route you to the shelf See there’s no money in good health So they need you to be sick with it, ill content and delivery niggas This nation thrives off misery niggas So if you ain’t trying to let your hard times increase your wealth Niggas keep that progressive shit to yourself This is the business of buying souls, and we only tryin’ to fuck with those who trying to sell them See, they may see me as an adversary cuz they know I’m tryin’ to tell them About the forest of artists who grow only to meet industry axes How they take niggas dreams and write then off in their taxes Contracts is confusing, but don’t worry they’ll appoint you a lawyer for you whore you Loan you funds to fuck your soul make you pay it back and still maintain control of your stroll Your tracks and your hot ass slow flow They’ll keep you looking good and all that, but no dough You see when that get a bitch, they got a bitch And contrary to popular opinion it ain’t my sistas that switch It’s my brothers We the dumb motherfuckers Hardest niggas in the streets turned industry suckers Cuz we refused to do the knowledge Nigga, you can’t learn this music game in the streets or in college So you betta pick up a book or something Or fuck it, FAB will put it in a hook or something Hope that you listen to it Got you pumpin’ that poison while they paint them illusionary parades and keep pissin’ thru it You pussies don’t know the price or the sacrifices that this industry makes real niggas walk |
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from Fabolous - Real Talk (2004)
It's g-a-n-g-s-t-a
That's how it be and it's gon' say (Y'all know whoooooooo) That's how it be when you see me That's how it be in NYC (Y'all know whoooooooo) If it's me it's got to be If it's me it's got to be G-a-n-g-s-t-a (Y'all know whoooooooo) I'm still living la vida loca Where hoes sell prices on weed or coke-a For the hustlers, for the customers, trust the buzz It's have you makin' one of the sounds that Busta does (woo HAH!) They love me just because I'm in the gallardo, laughing like Ricky Ricardo (Ha ha ha ha) With the 4-pounder, pretty gangsta nigga I'm the co-founder, I know the difference between pimps and hoe-hounders I can tell when they ain't learn to lean They gold cups missing stones, turning green I roll up wrist in chrome, burning green like what's good It's g-a-n-g-s-t-a That's how it be and it's gon' say (Y'all know whoooooooo) That's how it be when you see me That's how it be in NYC (Y'all know whoooooooo) If it's me it's got to be If it's me it's got to be G-a-n-g-s-t-a (Y'all know whoooooooo) God was in a good mood, on the day he made me I'm from the projects, it's the way it made me And I wouldn't change it for nothing I stay on point, that's 'cuz I know the danger of stuntin' But the aim is like I'll be at the ranges or somethin' It takes a gangsta, t o know a gangsta That's why we look at you like a stranger or somethin' 'Cuz we can tell by the body language you frontin' And it take a little more than lettin' ya pants sag Ya sand bag, tryna jump on the band wag I'll put the red dot on you like a Japan flag You need some high heels and a handbag It's g-a-n-g-s-t-a That's how it be and it's gon' say (Y'all know whoooooooo) That's how it be when you see me That's how it be in NYC (Y'all know whoooooooo) If it's me it's got to be If it's me it's got to be G-a-n-g-s-t-a (Y'all know whoooooooo) I'm in the ten minutes to nine, leanin' on 'em Like I'm ten minutes behind, fuck a hundred shots Give me a .40 cal wit' ten in it, I'm fine Just spray, and shit'll get you ten minute of shine Keep a friend in it, that's ten cented for mine Keep the rims in it, that spin in it for mine Can't see him in it, I been tinted up mine But you know a nigga look oh so gangsta Oh no thank ya, I earned my key My name'll get you fucked up, and burners tee That's gangsta love, from the heart Yo I told y'all from the start And now (y'all know whoooooooo) Keep it G'd up, I can't slow down, these creep's speed up Cali bringin' peeps and weed up I'm coming through with a bunch of girls that'll deep a seed up (It's a gangsta party) It's g-a-n-g-s-t-a That's how it be and it's gon' say (Y'all know whoooooooo) That's how it be when you see me That's how it be in NYC (Y'all know whoooooooo) If it's me it's got to be If it's me it's got to be G-a-n-g-s-t-a (Y'all know whoooooooo) |
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from Fabolous - Real Talk (2004)
It's g-a-n-g-s-t-a
That's how it be and it's gon' say (Y'all know whoooooooo) That's how it be when you see me That's how it be in NYC (Y'all know whoooooooo) If it's me it's got to be If it's me it's got to be G-a-n-g-s-t-a (Y'all know whoooooooo) I'm still living la vida loca Where hoes sell prices on weed or coke-a For the hustlers, for the customers, trust the buzz It's have you makin' one of the sounds that Busta does (woo HAH!) They love me just because I'm in the gallardo, laughing like Ricky Ricardo (Ha ha ha ha) With the 4-pounder, pretty gangsta nigga I'm the co-founder, I know the difference between pimps and hoe-hounders I can tell when they ain't learn to lean They gold cups missing stones, turning green I roll up wrist in chrome, burning green like what's good It's g-a-n-g-s-t-a That's how it be and it's gon' say (Y'all know whoooooooo) That's how it be when you see me That's how it be in NYC (Y'all know whoooooooo) If it's me it's got to be If it's me it's got to be G-a-n-g-s-t-a (Y'all know whoooooooo) God was in a good mood, on the day he made me I'm from the projects, it's the way it made me And I wouldn't change it for nothing I stay on point, that's 'cuz I know the danger of stuntin' But the aim is like I'll be at the ranges or somethin' It takes a gangsta, t o know a gangsta That's why we look at you like a stranger or somethin' 'Cuz we can tell by the body language you frontin' And it take a little more than lettin' ya pants sag Ya sand bag, tryna jump on the band wag I'll put the red dot on you like a Japan flag You need some high heels and a handbag It's g-a-n-g-s-t-a That's how it be and it's gon' say (Y'all know whoooooooo) That's how it be when you see me That's how it be in NYC (Y'all know whoooooooo) If it's me it's got to be If it's me it's got to be G-a-n-g-s-t-a (Y'all know whoooooooo) I'm in the ten minutes to nine, leanin' on 'em Like I'm ten minutes behind, fuck a hundred shots Give me a .40 cal wit' ten in it, I'm fine Just spray, and shit'll get you ten minute of shine Keep a friend in it, that's ten cented for mine Keep the rims in it, that spin in it for mine Can't see him in it, I been tinted up mine But you know a nigga look oh so gangsta Oh no thank ya, I earned my key My name'll get you fucked up, and burners tee That's gangsta love, from the heart Yo I told y'all from the start And now (y'all know whoooooooo) Keep it G'd up, I can't slow down, these creep's speed up Cali bringin' peeps and weed up I'm coming through with a bunch of girls that'll deep a seed up (It's a gangsta party) It's g-a-n-g-s-t-a That's how it be and it's gon' say (Y'all know whoooooooo) That's how it be when you see me That's how it be in NYC (Y'all know whoooooooo) If it's me it's got to be If it's me it's got to be G-a-n-g-s-t-a (Y'all know whoooooooo) |
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from Fabolous - Real Talk (2004)
"Ghetto"
(feat. Thara) [Intro - Fabolous] From hood to hood they see what's hood And know who I be! uh! [Verse - Fabolous] I got the Yankee leaning, just sittin over to browse And the G4 is just getting over the clouds You can't tell me that I ain't what's up right now I got a bottle of Tequila upside down There's some chicks wit boyfriends that are up tight now Cause they know the big 'dog' had a 'pups' like wow I'm stuck in my city ways Heading over seas wit a zip of New York City's haze You rats can keep running through your city's maze Until you get sprayed with the pesticide I know you in that hole, you best to hide Like the rest who tried, who went and testified Of course your girl wanna slide over and be rubbed And don't mind taking rides over the G dubs I ride Rovers on Spre-dubs Please don't be another dude who died over a ski dub, chill [Chorus - Fabolous & (Thara)] From hood to hood they see what's hood and know who I be From block to block they see it, not can't know who I be From state to state they cannot hate, they know who I be From the east to west, through the midwest and downsouth it's Ghetto! (It's Ghetto-oh!) It's Ghetto! (It's Ghetto-oh!) It's Ghetto! (It's Ghetto-oh!) It's Ghetto! (It's Ghetto-ohh!) It's Ghetto! [Verse - Fabolous] I get it jumping like a lo lo '64 And bet they hop on it like a pogo stick pro I'm chilling wit these go go chicks though That do the kind of things that belong in a porno flick yo You know it's him and the gang Wit the bling worked on, that remind you of lemon meringue But remember the thangs, ain't too far And y'all wanna hear em go bang bang bang Like John Witherspoon, I'm watching em closely I know the snakes gon' slither soon The two toned Maybach's getting delivered soon The back feels like sitting in the living room I'm so hard bodied like the suit on Batman It's that man that back to back plat' scan I'm back for the third time, I make words rhyme for a living You probably heard I'm still ghetto, nigga! [Chorus] [Verse - Fabolous] They tried to put two 9's on me, just like Gretzky But my lawyer saw through it just like wet tees I smoke till my eyes look just like Jet Li's On islands where the water's blue just like Pepsi Yeah the trigger just might get squeezed And the slugs will skip over your waves, just like jet skis Hoes know Ghetto from New York, call em the Fresh Prince And throw rose petals when I walk They love how I came back hard like good blow And I'm still a heart throb to a hood ho That's what hood though, yes I would know That's cause I'm in the streets like man hole covers Rims look like blades when a fan blow brother I'm waiting on a storm to land, roast others The man no other, cause I been in it My time is money, y'all couldn't buy ten minutes I'm gone! catch up! [Chorus] [Scott Storch instrumental outro] |
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from Fabolous - Real Talk (2004)
[Hook:]
(Girls) Those that are bourgeois Those that are hoochie Those are usually in Gucci (Girls) Some of them no good Some of them so hood But they all pros at you know what (Girls) Local or overseas They all go crazy over me Don't matter what part of the world Girls want to be part of my world [Verse 1:] Look, I done had my share Bringin' round me, is a bad idea I take Big or small, short or tall Light or dark, I try them all Cuz i like From stupido groupie hoes To one of these r&b group skio's I need a slick mouth, thick south, brickhouse Or i may date, a-rate playmate Ten in the face, thin in the waist Tight in the thighs, light in the eyes Even those Who think they the shit I keep my Walkin' on pedicured paws Touchin' wit' manicured claws If you waxed down, and tanned up Then let me see ya hands up Now [Hook] [Verse 2:] I like my In four inch Christian Laboutins Lips made for kissin' and poutin' i like my Fat butt, flat gut, and that strut. to drive cat nuts I like my Gangsta pretty, stank saditty No change, only got frank and fitty's Them Natural born fraks, wit blonde streaks, Seven's on cheeks My nothin'less than a dime piece Pink face cartier time piece I like my Thug enough to cuss out cops Wit' tits that'll bust out tops I like my Classy and sassy, Still know how to be nasty Like my Wit' no laws, no flaws No bra's and no drwaws' Those yours [Hook] [Verse 3:] From the Asian to the Malaysian I even had the Bahian to the Caucasian I spend most the weekend Wit' pretty Puerto and Costa Rican Then again, I love Dominicians And might be stylin' wit' a Italian I be shakin for a Jamaican and Haitian And take by the million if they they Brazilian I'm sailin wit' a Australian Or trafficin' wit' the south African Panamian or Grenadian You know I cross the border for a Canadian I need a miss that's Swiss, a freak that's Greek Or distinguished English I fly in for a Hawaiian And if you dont know who i am [Hook] [Outro:] Yeah, this Trackmasters, Desrt Storm, Street family.... Fabolous And this is Tone the ref, let's go |
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from Fabolous - Real Talk (2004)
[Hook:]
(Girls) Those that are bourgeois Those that are hoochie Those are usually in Gucci (Girls) Some of them no good Some of them so hood But they all pros at you know what (Girls) Local or overseas They all go crazy over me Don't matter what part of the world Girls want to be part of my world [Verse 1:] Look, I done had my share Bringin' round me, is a bad idea I take Big or small, short or tall Light or dark, I try them all Cuz i like From stupido groupie hoes To one of these r&b group skio's I need a slick mouth, thick south, brickhouse Or i may date, a-rate playmate Ten in the face, thin in the waist Tight in the thighs, light in the eyes Even those Who think they the shit I keep my Walkin' on pedicured paws Touchin' wit' manicured claws If you waxed down, and tanned up Then let me see ya hands up Now [Hook] [Verse 2:] I like my In four inch Christian Laboutins Lips made for kissin' and poutin' i like my Fat butt, flat gut, and that strut. to drive cat nuts I like my Gangsta pretty, stank saditty No change, only got frank and fitty's Them Natural born fraks, wit blonde streaks, Seven's on cheeks My nothin'less than a dime piece Pink face cartier time piece I like my Thug enough to cuss out cops Wit' tits that'll bust out tops I like my Classy and sassy, Still know how to be nasty Like my Wit' no laws, no flaws No bra's and no drwaws' Those yours [Hook] [Verse 3:] From the Asian to the Malaysian I even had the Bahian to the Caucasian I spend most the weekend Wit' pretty Puerto and Costa Rican Then again, I love Dominicians And might be stylin' wit' a Italian I be shakin for a Jamaican and Haitian And take by the million if they they Brazilian I'm sailin wit' a Australian Or trafficin' wit' the south African Panamian or Grenadian You know I cross the border for a Canadian I need a miss that's Swiss, a freak that's Greek Or distinguished English I fly in for a Hawaiian And if you dont know who i am [Hook] [Outro:] Yeah, this Trackmasters, Desrt Storm, Street family.... Fabolous And this is Tone the ref, let's go |
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from Fabolous - Real Talk (2004)
"Holla At Somebody Real"
(feat. Lil Mo) You are now tuned in to W.F.A.B radio [Fabolous] Yo...Baby Girl where you at ? [Lil Mo] Right here...Right here...right here baby Here's another one [Fabolous] You need to holla at somebody real such as myself Wont nobody do as much as myself And its so real ill hop out and get the dutches myself For a pretty girl as such as yaself Cuz ima busy man I dont see too much for myself And sometimes it be hard to get in touch with myself But I... make the time when I have to Learn to take my time and be careful when dealing wit women Theres some who be willing and skimming And dive in to relationships cuz I got a million to swim in They'll throw it to you faster than schilling and clemens But feelings aint the only thing that you can catch now Some throw lawyers that you hoping they fetch thous Others pass diseases that you can catch now But in my minutes so lone I think about this crazy world And.. i dont wanna live in it alone Come on [Chorus - Lil Mo] Ill give you all my love And you can always trust My loyalty, honesty, and security (and ill never) Ill never leave (no..no..no) Can none of these other chicks fuck wit me So holla at somebody real (cuz i) Cuz im so real [Fabolous] (real love) Im searching for a real love like j blige in 92 (awwwwwwh) but I pray I will find you And say whether the storm will leave the gray skies behind you The fake may try to blind you Thats why I stay fly like I do And no I can trust everybody that I say hi and bye to First I need a girl that may die as my boo Then I may try the I do's But..I refuse to be trick Or used by a chick Who gets amusement of kicks Out of abusing my dick When its real im all in it But I dont want the scars of love that you get when you fall in it (noooo) before it didn't matter who Now I look for some with a little attitude I could chitter chatter to.. good looking But witty and compatible Long hair wit a fatty too And that'll do [chorus] [Lil Mo] No im not trying to pressure you But my loves to incredible For to waste In front of your face Then I give you something you can feel To let you know your hollering at somebody real [Fabolous] I need to holla at somebody real could that be you The feelings that I feel could that be true Most cats lay where the hood rats be boo But Im the kinda cat that strays away Thats til somebody real sways my way Then I might spend soem days aways On a asia bay Eating food made the cajun way And sippin a lil saki Blowin a lil brocoli But this world is full of fluzi's And bullshit usually I pull im choosy And on this joint and at this point I know I need to holla at somebody real For real [Chorus (2x)] |
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from Fabolous - Real Talk (2004)
"Holla At Somebody Real"
(feat. Lil Mo) You are now tuned in to W.F.A.B radio [Fabolous] Yo...Baby Girl where you at ? [Lil Mo] Right here...Right here...right here baby Here's another one [Fabolous] You need to holla at somebody real such as myself Wont nobody do as much as myself And its so real ill hop out and get the dutches myself For a pretty girl as such as yaself Cuz ima busy man I dont see too much for myself And sometimes it be hard to get in touch with myself But I... make the time when I have to Learn to take my time and be careful when dealing wit women Theres some who be willing and skimming And dive in to relationships cuz I got a million to swim in They'll throw it to you faster than schilling and clemens But feelings aint the only thing that you can catch now Some throw lawyers that you hoping they fetch thous Others pass diseases that you can catch now But in my minutes so lone I think about this crazy world And.. i dont wanna live in it alone Come on [Chorus - Lil Mo] Ill give you all my love And you can always trust My loyalty, honesty, and security (and ill never) Ill never leave (no..no..no) Can none of these other chicks fuck wit me So holla at somebody real (cuz i) Cuz im so real [Fabolous] (real love) Im searching for a real love like j blige in 92 (awwwwwwh) but I pray I will find you And say whether the storm will leave the gray skies behind you The fake may try to blind you Thats why I stay fly like I do And no I can trust everybody that I say hi and bye to First I need a girl that may die as my boo Then I may try the I do's But..I refuse to be trick Or used by a chick Who gets amusement of kicks Out of abusing my dick When its real im all in it But I dont want the scars of love that you get when you fall in it (noooo) before it didn't matter who Now I look for some with a little attitude I could chitter chatter to.. good looking But witty and compatible Long hair wit a fatty too And that'll do [chorus] [Lil Mo] No im not trying to pressure you But my loves to incredible For to waste In front of your face Then I give you something you can feel To let you know your hollering at somebody real [Fabolous] I need to holla at somebody real could that be you The feelings that I feel could that be true Most cats lay where the hood rats be boo But Im the kinda cat that strays away Thats til somebody real sways my way Then I might spend soem days aways On a asia bay Eating food made the cajun way And sippin a lil saki Blowin a lil brocoli But this world is full of fluzi's And bullshit usually I pull im choosy And on this joint and at this point I know I need to holla at somebody real For real [Chorus (2x)] |
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from Fabolous - Real Talk (2004)
[Chorus]
When you grow up in my hood Help don't show up in my hood Gang signs go up in my hood, just cuz you in..my..hood Feel like I'm trapped in my hood Young kids get clapped in my hood That's why I'm strapped in my hood, just cuz you in..my..hood In..my..hood, in my hood, in my hood [Verse 1: Fabolous] I'm always close to.. Feeling like a corner stander, stoop sitter, or hallway post-er No matter where I go it's always 'posed to, feel just like I'm (in my hood) Cops drive in it every 5 minutes, look at your faces, pat your waists' Try to find the stash where the gats and base is, I can't say that they racist But I know.. it ain't the same in they town And as fucked up as it may sound (in my hood) It's 2 ways to make it happen off the streets Balling on the courts or rapping off the beats You hear the shells tappin' off the 'crete, when they clappin' off the heat Then the yellow tape's trappin off the street But that's the way we was raised Preying to God, hoping that he keep us out the way of them strays [Chorus] [Verse 2: Fabolous] They drink 'til the cups dry, eat 'til the plate's clean Niggaz be in state greens 'fore they turn 18 'Round here you never let the beef slide twice Everybody raised on 4 wings and beef fried rice Them mothers are getting younger today Got one by the hand, one in the stroller and one on the way We don't have role models But we got them handguns that hold hollows (in my hood) Ain't no diplomas or degrees But you can get high from the aroma of the trees (in my hood) I know it like navigation, and fuck having patience I'ma get mine, you better get yours, cuz everyday is a struggle And One-Time ride through everyday just to bug you That's how it is, cuz your rights be wrong And everybody got a white T on, when you're in..my..hood [Chorus] [Verse 3: Fab] We try to make the most of what we got You either been hit, or been close to gettin shot (in my hood) Any nigga that boast be getting got And dopeheads fiend to get a dose of what we got And young niggaz be like they slow But you give them a blunt..bet they roll the weed like a pro If you trick it's not a problem it gets you laid But if you stick without a condom, it gets you AIDS No Sesame Street, kids watch BET Look up to niggaz that don't got a GED I know a dude with the deadbeat tag Kids don't got diapers but he ridin' in the red G-Wag' In the hood, you and your beef is sure to bump heads And everybody grew up sleepin on bunk beds They telling me to vote..and I would If it made a change in my hood..mu'fucka. [Chorus] [Fab talks 'til the end] |
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from Fabolous - Real Talk (2004)
[Chorus]
When you grow up in my hood Help don't show up in my hood Gang signs go up in my hood, just cuz you in..my..hood Feel like I'm trapped in my hood Young kids get clapped in my hood That's why I'm strapped in my hood, just cuz you in..my..hood In..my..hood, in my hood, in my hood [Verse 1: Fabolous] I'm always close to.. Feeling like a corner stander, stoop sitter, or hallway post-er No matter where I go it's always 'posed to, feel just like I'm (in my hood) Cops drive in it every 5 minutes, look at your faces, pat your waists' Try to find the stash where the gats and base is, I can't say that they racist But I know.. it ain't the same in they town And as fucked up as it may sound (in my hood) It's 2 ways to make it happen off the streets Balling on the courts or rapping off the beats You hear the shells tappin' off the 'crete, when they clappin' off the heat Then the yellow tape's trappin off the street But that's the way we was raised Preying to God, hoping that he keep us out the way of them strays [Chorus] [Verse 2: Fabolous] They drink 'til the cups dry, eat 'til the plate's clean Niggaz be in state greens 'fore they turn 18 'Round here you never let the beef slide twice Everybody raised on 4 wings and beef fried rice Them mothers are getting younger today Got one by the hand, one in the stroller and one on the way We don't have role models But we got them handguns that hold hollows (in my hood) Ain't no diplomas or degrees But you can get high from the aroma of the trees (in my hood) I know it like navigation, and fuck having patience I'ma get mine, you better get yours, cuz everyday is a struggle And One-Time ride through everyday just to bug you That's how it is, cuz your rights be wrong And everybody got a white T on, when you're in..my..hood [Chorus] [Verse 3: Fab] We try to make the most of what we got You either been hit, or been close to gettin shot (in my hood) Any nigga that boast be getting got And dopeheads fiend to get a dose of what we got And young niggaz be like they slow But you give them a blunt..bet they roll the weed like a pro If you trick it's not a problem it gets you laid But if you stick without a condom, it gets you AIDS No Sesame Street, kids watch BET Look up to niggaz that don't got a GED I know a dude with the deadbeat tag Kids don't got diapers but he ridin' in the red G-Wag' In the hood, you and your beef is sure to bump heads And everybody grew up sleepin on bunk beds They telling me to vote..and I would If it made a change in my hood..mu'fucka. [Chorus] [Fab talks 'til the end] |
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from Fabolous - Real Talk (2004)
(feat. Sean Paul)
[INTRO: (SEAN PAUL)] All you need to know is the vibe round' here we built and instill it Sean Paul alongside Fabolous...You done know we buss'... Telling them again, ay!... Girl run away tha guy that wants to "vibe kill" it... She say a only tha "topper" youth and "dapper" youth she want (to) win it... Fabolous! [VERSE 1: (FABOLOUS)] Lets get it ta' poppin ma, its a little before 1 And I'm yellin' out aye aye aye aye aye yoooo I can tell by tha ring in tha middle of ya tongue You're tha kinda girl that has a little bit more fun I'm literally yours hun Cuz' I never seen a ass so big with a waist as little as yours hun And by tha expressions on them hotties grills I know they wanna holla at somebody real And I'm usually lookin' for somebody skilled Enough to make a nigga say aye aye aye yo niggas get mad cuz I may slay they hoe But I don't wanna let the a.k. spray so Stop face fightin' me, like ya face frighten' me I do this every year so I ain't never scared I do this everywhere and you ain't never there They sayin' this everywhere, how could you never hear [HOOK: (SEAN PAUL)] If you wanna roll with tha thugs tonight Lights, camera, action can you feel tha hype Hit cruise control blazed Kryptonite Well its alright, baby its alright If you wanna live up and free your life Come through let we kick it 'til a morning light If you wanna roll with tha thugs tonight Well its alright, baby its alright [VERSE 2: (SEAN PAUL)] So get with it, we want (to) hit it, we nah quit it.. And I like tha way you body set and how your clothes fit it I want you give me some of it because minute by minute Temperature it all a rise because you thighs and all you hips...style You shockin' it..you a rock it..you a kill it And a one thing the Dutty Paul want to predict Say by tha end of tha night you will be chillen' with tha click Flossin' it...Money we tossin' it... 'Cause we a tha Boss in it We naw ease up...We aint stallin'...Grab tha girls all in... Thats my true callin' Ya'll freeze up.. We be flowin' it... Your girl knowin' it And thats why she's showin' it. [HOOK] [VERSE 3: (FABOLOUS)] Over here tha liquor is light blue, the chronic is light green They wearin' tha right shoe, they put on tha tight jeans They bringin' me right thru', I walk with a slight lean My style excites you, I know what that might mean Aye, Im'ma freaky scorpio Yo, tryna' leave with your skio Aye, but its mandatory tho' Yo' after me let shorey go But thats another story tho' But please dont try to bring us to tha Maury show How cool is he? You dont know a fool who be crazy enough to fool with me You'd rather swim in a pool of pee Then see tha one you luv in tha vehicle with me Aye Yo But tha vibe is right, tha girls is up to par We gon', drink it tonight and earl it up tomorr' It goes [HOOK] |
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from Fabolous - Real Talk (2004)
(feat. Sean Paul)
[INTRO: (SEAN PAUL)] All you need to know is the vibe round' here we built and instill it Sean Paul alongside Fabolous...You done know we buss'... Telling them again, ay!... Girl run away tha guy that wants to "vibe kill" it... She say a only tha "topper" youth and "dapper" youth she want (to) win it... Fabolous! [VERSE 1: (FABOLOUS)] Lets get it ta' poppin ma, its a little before 1 And I'm yellin' out aye aye aye aye aye yoooo I can tell by tha ring in tha middle of ya tongue You're tha kinda girl that has a little bit more fun I'm literally yours hun Cuz' I never seen a ass so big with a waist as little as yours hun And by tha expressions on them hotties grills I know they wanna holla at somebody real And I'm usually lookin' for somebody skilled Enough to make a nigga say aye aye aye yo niggas get mad cuz I may slay they hoe But I don't wanna let the a.k. spray so Stop face fightin' me, like ya face frighten' me I do this every year so I ain't never scared I do this everywhere and you ain't never there They sayin' this everywhere, how could you never hear [HOOK: (SEAN PAUL)] If you wanna roll with tha thugs tonight Lights, camera, action can you feel tha hype Hit cruise control blazed Kryptonite Well its alright, baby its alright If you wanna live up and free your life Come through let we kick it 'til a morning light If you wanna roll with tha thugs tonight Well its alright, baby its alright [VERSE 2: (SEAN PAUL)] So get with it, we want (to) hit it, we nah quit it.. And I like tha way you body set and how your clothes fit it I want you give me some of it because minute by minute Temperature it all a rise because you thighs and all you hips...style You shockin' it..you a rock it..you a kill it And a one thing the Dutty Paul want to predict Say by tha end of tha night you will be chillen' with tha click Flossin' it...Money we tossin' it... 'Cause we a tha Boss in it We naw ease up...We aint stallin'...Grab tha girls all in... Thats my true callin' Ya'll freeze up.. We be flowin' it... Your girl knowin' it And thats why she's showin' it. [HOOK] [VERSE 3: (FABOLOUS)] Over here tha liquor is light blue, the chronic is light green They wearin' tha right shoe, they put on tha tight jeans They bringin' me right thru', I walk with a slight lean My style excites you, I know what that might mean Aye, Im'ma freaky scorpio Yo, tryna' leave with your skio Aye, but its mandatory tho' Yo' after me let shorey go But thats another story tho' But please dont try to bring us to tha Maury show How cool is he? You dont know a fool who be crazy enough to fool with me You'd rather swim in a pool of pee Then see tha one you luv in tha vehicle with me Aye Yo But tha vibe is right, tha girls is up to par We gon', drink it tonight and earl it up tomorr' It goes [HOOK] |
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from Fabolous - Real Talk (2004)
(feat. Thara)
[Intro - Fabolous] From hood to hood they see what's hood And know who I be! uh! [Verse - Fabolous] I got the Yankee leaning, just sittin over to browse And the G4 is just getting over the clouds You can't tell me that I ain't what's up right now I got a bottle of Tequila upside down There's some chicks wit boyfriends that are up tight now Cause they know the big 'dog' had a 'pups' like wow I'm stuck in my city ways Heading over seas wit a zip of New York City's haze You rats can keep running through your city's maze Until you get sprayed with the pesticide I know you in that hole, you best to hide Like the rest who tried, who went and testified Of course your girl wanna slide over and be rubbed And don't mind taking rides over the G dubs I ride Rovers on Spre-dubs Please don't be another dude who died over a ski dub, chill [Chorus - Fabolous & (Thara)] From hood to hood they see what's hood and know who I be From block to block they see it, not can't know who I be From state to state they cannot hate, they know who I be From the east to west, through the midwest and downsouth it's Ghetto! (It's Ghetto-oh!) It's Ghetto! (It's Ghetto-oh!) It's Ghetto! (It's Ghetto-oh!) It's Ghetto! (It's Ghetto-ohh!) It's Ghetto! [Verse - Fabolous] I get it jumping like a lo lo '64 And bet they hop on it like a pogo stick pro I'm chilling wit these go go chicks though That do the kind of things that belong in a porno flick yo You know it's him and the gang Wit the bling worked on, that remind you of lemon meringue But remember the thangs, ain't too far And y'all wanna hear em go bang bang bang Like John Witherspoon, I'm watching em closely I know the snakes gon' slither soon The two toned Maybach's getting delivered soon The back feels like sitting in the living room I'm so hard bodied like the suit on Batman It's that man that back to back plat' scan I'm back for the third time, I make words rhyme for a living You probably heard I'm still ghetto, nigga! [Chorus] [Verse - Fabolous] They tried to put two 9's on me, just like Gretzky But my lawyer saw through it just like wet tees I smoke till my eyes look just like Jet Li's On islands where the water's blue just like Pepsi Yeah the trigger just might get squeezed And the slugs will skip over your waves, just like jet skis Hoes know Ghetto from New York, call em the Fresh Prince And throw rose petals when I walk They love how I came back hard like good blow And I'm still a heart throb to a hood ho That's what hood though, yes I would know That's cause I'm in the streets like man hole covers Rims look like blades when a fan blow brother I'm waiting on a storm to land, roast others The man no other, cause I been in it My time is money, y'all couldn't buy ten minutes I'm gone! catch up! [Chorus] [Scott Storch instrumental outro] |
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from Fabolous - Real Talk (2004)
[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 - 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 - 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 - 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)
[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 - 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 Tamia - More (2004)
I think you're truly
something special Just what my dream are really made of Let's stay together you and me boy There's no one like you 'round oh baby baby girl Desert Storm I can't really explain it I'm so into you now I want to be more than a friend of you now When they ask I mention my baby girl in the interviews now And I don't bring the problems from the 90's into 2 thou' There's no reason to have a friend or two now 'Cause the kid's ready to tell you how he feel in a few vow's Maybe I'm speaking general now But girl I'ma do whatever just to keep a grin on you now Where I go they wear bikini's in the winter too now What you think about tan lines on the skin of you now Why wouldn't I wanna spend a few thou' On 5th Ave shopping spree's and them dinners to Chao's I ain't concerned what other men would do now As long as when I slide up in you you growl And any dude with you he better be a kin of you now And I ain't jealous it's the principle now I'm so into you I really like What you've done to me I can't really explain it I'm so into you I really like What you've done to me I can't really explain it I'm so into you Come on ma it's more than a flashin' I woulda traded it all in orderly fashion My villa in Florida we crashin' Just off the shore so you can hear when water be splashin' The drop top three and a quarter we dashin' The flawless diamonds and the border we flashin' The money we oughta be stashin' I make sure every quarter be cashed in I can't really explain it My friend be thinkin' I'm slippin' these girls be thinkin' I'm trippin' What kinda weed he be smokin' what type of drinks he be sippin' Sweet thing just to think of you dippin' Would have me with the blue's so hard you would think I was crippin' Now you relaxin' in the Benz credit cards with no limits So you don't worry about maxin' when you spend Ever since you've been askin' 'bout the friends How'd you like it if both our name's had Jackson on the ends I really like What you've done to me I can't really explain it I'm so into you I really like What you've done to me I can't really explain it I'm so into you I don't wanna trip but truth is Girl the way you cook a steak remind me of those strips in Ruth Chris You love my smile no matter how chipped my tooth is With you it ain't because my whips is roofless Or sit on chrome dipped dub deuces And you ain't flattered by Canary envy es dipped Jesus' Other ballers look dumb when they press you five and sixes You don't let them kinda numbers impress you Even though I was somewhat successful Bein' a player was becoming too stressful But every since the superwoman has come to my rescue My winter's been wonderful my summer's been special Let's fly to St Bart while the villa be painted Just so we can get really acquainted The love is real there's no way it could feel like it's tainted But I can't really explain it I really like What you've done to me I can't really explain it I'm so into you I really like What you've done to me I can't really explain it I'm so into you I really like What I feel when I'm with you You're a dream come true Don't you ever leave my side 'Cause it feel so right I really like What you've done to me I can't really explain it I'm so into you I really like What you've done to me I can't really explain it I'm so into you |
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from You Got Served/ Featuring B2k (2004)
Yea, yea, yea
(It's B2K ya'll) It's B2K ya'll Welcome ladies ... and gentlemen (Yes) To the U Got Served Soundtrack (Yea) We about to do dis You know how we get down Oh Yea You know dat come on Omarion hit em wit it [Verse One - Omari] Like whoa You know Girl you're the star of my show In this club Poppin bub The way you shakin deservin some dubs Turn around Make it bounce Shake it like you come from out of town Whats yo name? Whats yo sign? Girl you leavin with me tonight [Chorus 2x] Mami shake it like you care for me You know I like it when you do that little dance for me Mami I'm just trynna get you in my room And see that big badabing go badaboom [Verse Two - Omari] This one, I seen Couldn't believe the ass in them jeans To myself, had to think Any room for me up in them jeans? Ghetto star You are Eat you up like a chocolate bar What's yo name? What's yo sign? Damn you got me weeping inside [Chorus 2x] Mami shake it like you care for me You know I like it when you do that little dance for me Mami I'm just trynna get you in my room And see that big badabing go badaboom [Rap - Fabolous] I wanna see ya 'badabing' go 'badaboom' And my house got a wing, with a lotta rooms I can do a lotta things, get you hot as June I wanna watch ya body swing to the hottest grooves I'm trynna slide behind it when you throw it 'round So I can ride and grind it, when you slow it down Bring it from the top, then take it to da bottom I'm clingin to ya top, trynna make it to ya oh The way you move is fab-u-losa It makes me wanna grab you closa You know I like it when ya bounce, bounce Throw ya hands up and ya bounce, bounce I don't back down, when I'm pressin ya I'm finna lay the smack down like the wrestler But nobody get it ta poppin like this man can Have them girls get it to poppin on a handstand ... Ghetto [Chorus 4x] Mami shake it like you care for me You know I like it when you do that little dance for me Mami I'm just trynna get you in my room And see that big badabing go badaboom la la la la la [Talking] B2K Fab T-Scott Oh yea Chris Stoke I see you boy And oh yea, Dave Mack Let's do dis again Yea [laughs] TUG (Hums) Mmmmmm Badaboom |
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from Fabolous - More Street Dreams Pt.2/ The Mixtape (2003)
Yea, Its bout to get real hard for these niggas to move man
Somebody get these niggas some wheelchairs or somethin Goin to war is still a scary issue But in my hood they train to kill wit every pistol Like they military issue Guess you a star if you sell a million every disc two Catch a gun case and bounce and still they'll barely frisk you 'cause, I proved I move the retail Make the smoothest grooves wit female And I remove the rules on V12's You aint never seen it move this smooth on sprewell's I'm a hustler, you just a middle man to me The way I pass the rock could make Jason Kidd a fan of me Just cop one joint, I'm a one point somethin Still I'll have you at gunpoint, with one joint dumpin So watch what you say to them crackers Ill put a couple G's on yer head like you play for the Packers I'm rap's Labron James, I quickly see baskets These scrubs wouldn't make it to the Mickey-D's classics You got some sticky weed? Pass it If not put it out, im pushin it before they put it out Wit the dash, wooded out, Shaq O'Neal footed out Blastin a (?) get it first, before they put it out, Clue! Yea, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh Maybe wouldn't be a million kids wit they faces on containers If cops pursue the same way they chase us entertainers In the hood, a few big faces and a chain a- Get metal in ya mouth like braces and retainers Even the young bucks be scheming on somebody change Tryin a sell somebody 'cain, before they even potty trained You can smooth talk your way into a hottie brain Have her suckin long enough to leave a nigga body drained I wasn't taught, I learned from watchin stupid people That'll run up shootin, in front of a group of people I lay in a cut, |
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from Fabolous - More Street Dreams Pt.2/ The Mixtape (2003)
Baby girl
You know my situation And sometimes I know you get impatient But you don't put on show's to get ovations Take it to court and go through litagations And I respect ya gangsta Treat you like a princess And put something on your neck to thank ya Shes my pinch hitta When the startin lineup aint playin right I come off the bench wit her It might sound like im gassin ya But it took time to get from the back seat to the passenger We been creepin and sneakin Just to keep it from leakin We so deep in our freakin That we don't sleep on the weekend Wifey A little bit uptight Wonderin why I keep comin home in the middle of the night It'll be alright if ya'll bump heads it'll be a fight But i said it'll be alright I really wanna be with you (be with you) But I gotta be real with you (real with you) I can't leave you alone (no) And I know I'm living wrong But i can't let ya go Your the one i want in my life (want in my life) Already got a wife (got a wife) Can't leave you alone (no) And I know I'm living wrong But I can't let ya go You aint ever step out of line Or get out a pocket So i made sure canary sent out your locket To protect you, i'll get out and cock it And you know the barrel of my gun is big enough to spit out a rocket Oh, you gonna play dumb if cops do come through I gotta keep the top up if my drop do come through But i know the boutiques and the shops you run through So i cop her one, and cop you one too You always get a daily page, weekly ring Plus you aint too shy to do them freaky things I aint gotta put a band on your finger Or worry about you tellin' the whole world I'm ya man on springer At first you were somethin i denied Something I would slide Just do somethin in the ride But shorty Theres something that you provide Cuz the entre ain't as good without something on the side ya' know I really wanna be with you (be with you) But I gotta be real with you (real with you) I can't leave you alone (no) And I know I'm living wrong But i can't let ya go Your the one i want in my life (want in my life) Already got a wife (got a wife) Can't leave you alone (no) And I know I'm living wrong But I can't let's go Uh oh, i might be leavin the earth soon My girl gonna kill me if she smells the scent of your perfume Its gonna be a clip toss if I go back With stains of your lip gloss on my throwback She wont care if im a platinum rapper If she catch me with an empty magnum wrapper So keep it on the down low call the carsely You seen what happened with Mr. Big and R Kelly You know I care for you Anytime this chick is there for you Feelings im'ma share wit you Which makes it a Lil Mo clear for you I really wanna be with you (be with you) But I gotta be real with you (real with you) I can't leave you alone (no) And I know I'm living wrong But i can't let ya go Your the one i want in my life (want in my life) Already got a wife (got a wife) Can't leave you alone (no) And I know I'm living wrong But I can't let's go - |
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| from Fabolous - More Street Dreams Pt.2/ The Mixtape (2003) | |||||





