Lil' Flip

Juicy J: DJ Paul, Juicy J productions, Hypnotize Minds, SHUT DA F**K UUUPPP.

Lil' Flip: Let's do it nigga, pay attention.
BRING IT BACK X8

Verse #1: Lil' Flip
Now if i front you an o / and once you make all ya doe
And if you steal from me nigga / cause my homies kill for me nigga
Will cut off ya head / duck tap it to ya leg
And yo partners can get it too / now they pumpin on his chest cause they tryin to (BRING EM BACK)
I told ya nigga you supposed to (BRING A GAT) / buts that what you get when you talk behind my back.
So tell my foes they can get it anytime / cause when im on dat shit yea i got it on my mind Here we go

Hook: Lil' Flip X2
3 2 1 go / imma let you know / deez rap niggas hoes
Look you dont wanna fight cause i'll break yo shit / and you dont want drama wit da Clover G click (Yea)

Verse #2: DJ Paul


See nigga dis dope is cutless / flip my knife, it's a black cutless
Shady paint wit da quarter top rags / gotta for cheap, we can't brag
Hataz playin but they better have a plan B / i got a glock everytime that they see me
And imma buss till my clips outta business / and there won't be no witness
See imma do you bitches clean by da book / wit no murder weapons or talkers about nut
See i ain't no troublemaker just like to smoke bud / but you triple six wannabee's got me misunderstood.

Hook: Lil' Flip X2

Verse #3: Juicy J
When we make a little cheese den deez niggas start to hate / for a rappin or a jackin or a d pushin weight / don't get made at the juicy cause i hustle till it's late / and you sober pasted out wit yo face in a plate / Heard you never get no pussy so you holdin down brake / ridin round in rental cars like you head of the state / tryin to cut niggas deals in da trunk he got da baken / soda i thought i told ya he'll get ya cause he fake
Since i rap don't be thinkin / i cant leave yo body stankin / yes we do a lot of drugs and whole lot of drinkin
In dis business yeah it's gangstas but dis hatin imma finish / imma hit you in da mouth and send you back to the dentist

Hook: Lil' Flip X2

Beat rides out

(Lil'Flip)

Lil' Flip
Represent
7-1-3

Now when you see me in the Lamborghini speeding, bumpin Screw
I know you see my license plate, "Lil' Flip #2"
I use to skip summer school, hit the block and move work
That was enough to buy some shoes, pants, and a new shirt
Now I'm shinin like Puff, wearin diamonds like Puff
We got everybody else music sounding like US
So hold up! You better get your own style
Cause we been bumpin Screw down here for a while!
And when you see me at the mall, Just me and my dawg
I'm shoppin with them, Cause I ain't trickin for a broad
I do shows and rock crowds, And then I get paid
Summer time, I'm on dubs, Winter time, I'm on blades
My whole click livin laid, man we all got Vets
My crib so big, I ain't even see my room yet
But hold up! You better get your own style
Cause we been buyin six-figure homes for a while!
Now when you see me in the Vibe, Murder Dog and The Source
And the XXL, standing next to a Porsche
I get paid with my voice, so I pimp these beats
I hate commercial rap, so I pimp these streets
You don't work you don't eat, that's a known fact
I just don't rap, nigga I know how to act
But hold up! You better get your own style
Cause we been fuckin with magazines for a while!

(Chourus x1)
Because we represent the 7-1-3!
The type of Rappers y'all never goin be!
We makin money y'all never goin see!
Because we represent the 7-1-3!
Houston, Texas nigga!

Now when you see me with Tigga, On BET
Or 106 and Park, with AJ and Free
Or MTV, come take a look at my house
And after that, come take a look at my mouth
Yea I represent the South, like Pastor Troy
And I'm still Fresh and Clean, like Andre and Big Boi
But hold up! You better get your own style
Cause we been talkin shit on TV for a while!
Now when you see me with a sweet, blowing smoke out my nose
9 times outta 10, I'm probably blowin Hydro
So don't blow my high, just leave me alone!
Cause I get high like Cheech and Chong
Call me 'Afroman' when my hair ain't braided
I got 20 tatoo's but I'm still educated
But hold up! You better get your own style
Cause we been smokin high-time weed for a while!
And when you see my at the club, I gotta get my floss on
Techno, my ring shinnin, and I got my cross on
I gotta brand new phone, Cause I'ma rich nigga
And when people call, you can see they picture
I'm still Lil'Flipper, but my money got taller
And my Benz got wider, and your hundred got smaller
But hold up! You better get your own style
Cause we been acting bad, drivin cars for a while!
When you see me Big Pimpin, like UGK
I'm choppin on blades, candy-paint, Jog Grey
I'm sittin on Twenty's, but I'm twenty-one
I'm ridin with an AK, you still got a B-B Gun
So you need to Back, Back, and gimme 50 feet
Cause you ain't sellin records like Sucka-Free
But hold up! You better get your own style
Cause we been ridin around with straps for a while!

(Chourus x2)
Because we represent the 7-1-3!
The type of Rappers y'all never goin be!
We makin money y'all never goin see!
Because we represent the 7-1-3!
Houston, Texas nigga!

It's the 8 rulez on the streets
You live by this, you won't get holed up

1, never let a nigga know yo business
2, always start what you finish
3, stay on yo note, don't slip
4, be careful 'cause these streets are a trip

5, always keep a glock in yo whip
6, real niggaz stick to the script
7, don't slang crack where you stay
8, just don't do it, okay?

In my hood all you see is dope fiends an' dope dealers
Rats an' roaches, police an' 4 wheelers
[Incomprehensible], pawn shops, liquor stores
30 year old men, chillin', drinkin [Incomprehensible]

Stop signs, but don't nobody ever stop
It's ten groups in my hood, but don't nobody drop
Plus the block is hot an' this dope game cold
Through rain, sleet or snow, birds gotta get sold

Birds get sold, I stand an' watch the game unfold
Thing gets low, I told my connect right in the snow
They exchanged the dough, leave the scene wit no clue
4 words you gotta remember, 'Don't break the rules'

Use your tools, it's kinda like you move, you loose
If you don't fuck wit me, I ain't fuckin' wit you
Check the game 'til you see my weapon aim
Nigga, I ain't a rookie I'm a veteran, mayne

1, never let a nigga know yo business
2, always start what you finish
3, stay on yo note, don't slip
4, be careful 'cause these streets are a trip

5, always keep a glock in yo whip
6, real niggaz stick to the script
7, don't slang crack where you stay
8, just don't do it, okay?

Hustle for yo whip, stack Benjamins
Buy a cookie cutter, whip it, ship it, then I'm in the wind
Back to home base, I'm on a paper chase
I'm not a case catcher, so I can't catch a case

Money on my mind an' how am I gonna get it
I dress like I'm broke, but I'm really runnin' the city
Bricks turn into crumbs, gallons turn into ones
Drugs, violence, distributin' narcotics usin' guns

Money, cash, hoes, swangin' glass folds
Get the dough, pay the bills, man, that's all I know
Hustlers never sleep an' sleepers never hustle
Down on the interstate with a brick in my muffler

Keep it on a low 'cause niggas be snitchin'
They'll do anythin', so they won't see prison
Man, you never know, yo brother could be a snitch
A month later, now you got Undercovers shakin' yo piss

I'm off the block, somebody better call the cops
I'm haulin' rocks, somebody better call the doc
I'm shippin' an' handlin', when I'm not chicken dismantlin'
The family don't feed me, I feed the family

1, never let a nigga know yo business
2, always start what you finish
3, stay on yo note, don't slip
4, be careful 'cause these streets are a trip

5, always keep a glock in yo whip
6, real niggaz stick to the script
7, don't slang crack where you stay
8, just don't do it, okay?

1, never let a nigga know yo business
2, always start what you finish
3, stay on yo note, don't slip
4, be careful 'cause these streets are a trip

5, always keep a glock in yo whip
6, real niggaz stick to the script
7, don't slang crack where you stay
8, just don't do it, okay?

<i>[Talking]</i>
Yeah, I wrote this song for Mary Jane
It's only one bitch I trick my dough fo'
haha, a lotta y'all niggas spendin y'all money foolishly man
Invest in that Purple Haze, that Train Wreck
That Capiss, knawI'msayin
It'll have you right,oh boy

<i>[Chorus - 2x]</i>
I be smokin on that Mary Jane
Do you be smokin on that Mary Jane? (I wanna know)
See I'm addicted to that Mary Jane
Are you addicted to that Mary Jane? (I need mo')

<i>[Verse 1]</i>
Ay, the first time you let me hit I really wasn't with it
Now look, I need yo' ass every minute
I wake up early, fiendin for a big blunt
Plus tonight, I got a show in Romant
I know you heard about the Dirty, we so crunk
Gimme a swisher fill it up, with Super Skunk
That Hash Flynt got me swervin when I drive
Even when my money low I find a way to get high
If you a bud smoker, come blaze with me
Have a cup of lean, now you feelin dizzy
You know I gets busy, chiefin back-to-back
About to cough up a lung nigga hit that

<i>[Chorus - 2x]</i>

<i>[Verse 2]</i>
Ay, go get a highlife, this weed messin up my eyesight
At night time I can't drive right
You wanna feel what my vibe like
Then put 28 grams, in my pipe, I bet it get you right
And fuck what you heard, weed is the best thrill
So lil' mama you can keep them (X pills)
Cali got the best kill
But Amsterdam got everything all year, huh
And you can smoke on the streets, watch my DVD
I'm in love with W, E-E-D
Please pass the blunt, don't hold the blunt
Cause if the laws come, you gon be the first to run, bitch

<i>[Chorus - 2x]</i>

<i>[Verse 3]</i>
Ay, ay, this last verse gon be short as fuck (why?)
Cause Verse 1 I had a ounce (but I smoked it up)
Got game from the OG's (and I soaked it up)
In three years, three albums (I'm platinum plus)
Now I'm coppin Blueberry like it ain't no thang
(But not on Tuesdays and Thursdays) cause the people swang
(And why you chokin my nigga?) you can't handle it
(Well take this, gimme that) smoke a cancer stick, trick

<i>[Chorus - 2x]</i>

<i>[Talking]</i>
Yeah, if you in yo' whip rollin, even if you ain't a baller
Even if you gotta roll up one of them small ass little-bitty cigarillos
Do what you do man
Over here we ball outta control man, fo' real man
We take two blunts and put them sideways to make them fat
Then we take another one and put it the other way to make it long nigga
You ever put a whole ounce in a bone nigga?
Have you ever been to Amsterdam nigga?
You ever smoke Purple Kush, Purple Haze, OG Kush
Master Kush, Train Wreck, Maui Waui, all that shit man?
Ah man, we do it big man
White Widow, Triple X, Sweettooth
Sometimes niggas be havin sweetooths man
Haha, youknowI'msayin
We ball outta control baby
And don't hate on me man, cause I smell like that doja
And you smokin on that Bobby Brown
Uh, yeah

<i>[Talking]</i>
Yeah, I wrote this song for Mary Jane
It's only one bitch I trick my dough fo'
haha, a lotta y'all niggas spendin y'all money foolishly man
Invest in that Purple Haze, that Train Wreck
That Capiss, knawI'msayin
It'll have you right,oh boy

<i>[Chorus - 2x]</i>
I be smokin on that Mary Jane
Do you be smokin on that Mary Jane? (I wanna know)
See I'm addicted to that Mary Jane
Are you addicted to that Mary Jane? (I need mo')

<i>[Verse 1]</i>
Ay, the first time you let me hit I really wasn't with it
Now look, I need yo' ass every minute
I wake up early, fiendin for a big blunt
Plus tonight, I got a show in Romant
I know you heard about the Dirty, we so crunk
Gimme a swisher fill it up, with Super Skunk
That Hash Flynt got me swervin when I drive
Even when my money low I find a way to get high
If you a bud smoker, come blaze with me
Have a cup of lean, now you feelin dizzy
You know I gets busy, chiefin back-to-back
About to cough up a lung nigga hit that

<i>[Chorus - 2x]</i>

<i>[Verse 2]</i>
Ay, go get a highlife, this weed messin up my eyesight
At night time I can't drive right
You wanna feel what my vibe like
Then put 28 grams, in my pipe, I bet it get you right
And fuck what you heard, weed is the best thrill
So lil' mama you can keep them (X pills)
Cali got the best kill
But Amsterdam got everything all year, huh
And you can smoke on the streets, watch my DVD
I'm in love with W, E-E-D
Please pass the blunt, don't hold the blunt
Cause if the laws come, you gon be the first to run, bitch

<i>[Chorus - 2x]</i>

<i>[Verse 3]</i>
Ay, ay, this last verse gon be short as fuck (why?)
Cause Verse 1 I had a ounce (but I smoked it up)
Got game from the OG's (and I soaked it up)
In three years, three albums (I'm platinum plus)
Now I'm coppin Blueberry like it ain't no thang
(But not on Tuesdays and Thursdays) cause the people swang
(And why you chokin my nigga?) you can't handle it
(Well take this, gimme that) smoke a cancer stick, trick

<i>[Chorus - 2x]</i>

<i>[Talking]</i>
Yeah, if you in yo' whip rollin, even if you ain't a baller
Even if you gotta roll up one of them small ass little-bitty cigarillos
Do what you do man
Over here we ball outta control man, fo' real man
We take two blunts and put them sideways to make them fat
Then we take another one and put it the other way to make it long nigga
You ever put a whole ounce in a bone nigga?
Have you ever been to Amsterdam nigga?
You ever smoke Purple Kush, Purple Haze, OG Kush
Master Kush, Train Wreck, Maui Waui, all that shit man?
Ah man, we do it big man
White Widow, Triple X, Sweettooth
Sometimes niggas be havin sweetooths man
Haha, youknowI'msayin
We ball outta control baby
And don't hate on me man, cause I smell like that doja
And you smokin on that Bobby Brown
Uh, yeah

Eh, we on our way to the after party
If you don?t know you better ask somebody
Get on the dance floor grab somebody
We gon' crash the party then pack the lobby

Look you can roll with a pimp like me
And chill at my spot for the weekend, eh
And if you play it right we gon' do it again

Look I don?t really care if it?s a black or white hoe
As long as she fine and she ain?t no psycho
Spittin' my venom, gun in my denim ready to pop
It stop rainin', so I hadda pull out my drop

Common ma go and let your hair back
Why you actin' all stuck up, we can't have that
Why you talking 'bout your ex so much
You need to stop takin' ex so much, ye, ye

Tell you friends we on the 15th floor
And they can come pick you up at fo', oh-no
Just holla back when you want some more
And I'ma put it on you like a pro

I know you like pimp and smirn' off
Now take you skirt off
Your bra and shirt off, let do da damn thing
I'm done drinkin' champagne, I'ma call it a night
Eat breakfast in the mornin' then catch my flight, I'm gone

Eh, we on our way to the after party
If you don?t know you better ask somebody
Get on the dance floor grab somebody
We gon' crash the party then pack the lobby

Look you can roll with a pimp like me
And chill at my spot for the weekend, eh
And if you play it right we gon' do it again

Back of the club all we do is roll with it
If you think I'm in love girl, you don?t know me
I don?t show off, I like to keep it low key
But it's kinda hard, look at my Roley

35 carats, each rock is 4 G?s
Pistol on my hip, I roll like an old G
I had to show ya?ll I can switch up the flow
Clover G records, we about to blow

Look I can take a half and make it a brick
I can take a weak track and make it a hit
I can take a nobody and make 'em a star
I think these hoes just wanna fuck my car

But I don?t give a damn cause I'm rich as fuck ya?ll
If you got beef with me then fuck ya?ll
I'm from the streets I ain't gotta duck ya?ll
We 30 deep in the clup my nigga

Eh, we on our way to the after party
If you don?t know you better ask somebody
Get on the dance floor grab somebody
We gon' crash the party then pack the lobby

Look you can roll with a pimp like me
And chill at my spot for the weekend, eh
And if you play it right we gon' do it again

Oh, next light bust a right.
It's not gonna be too hard.
If there's no parking on the street pull up on their front yard.
Don't bring no vodka, or whisky,
we've got everything you need.
Just bring a pair of your dancing shoes and get down to this beat.

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Let's go down.
Wash that sugar down.
You gotta realize that there aint no party
like the party going on in my house.
Better believe that it's gonna be the biggest night of the year.
Because there aint no party
like the party going on in my house,
but it would be so much better if you were only here.
... Mmmm, oh, that's right. Mmmm,
prom night, Oscar night, got all that BS beat.

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There's twenty girls for every single boy
and their crazy from this heat.
We'll take you up and down and everywhere in between.
Mom and Dad are out of town all week,
so you better get on your feet.


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Let's go down. Wash that sugar down.
Ain't No Party
Because there aint no party like the party going on in my house.
Better believe that it's gonna be the biggest night of the year,
because there aint no party like the party going on in my house,
but it would be so much better if you were only here.
Mmmm. Oh I think it's gonna get hot tonight.

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Brothers and sisters moving in together so,
so nice and tight.
Everything you ever wanted from this life is gonna happen right now.
Oooh, those girls tend to hide (?),
and the temperatures rise,
better reach for the sky and raise up the ceiling. ...

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Because there aint no party like the party going on in my house.
Better believe that its gonna be the biggest night of the year.
Because there aint no party like the party going on in my house,
but it would be so much better if you were only here.
If only you were here

Oh, next light bust a right.
It's not gonna be too hard.
If there's no parking on the street pull up on their front yard.
Don't bring no vodka, or whisky,
we've got everything you need.
Just bring a pair of your dancing shoes and get down to this beat.

Not the lyrics to "AIN'T NO PARTY"&nbsp;?, Please report that below.
Let's go down.
Wash that sugar down.
You gotta realize that there aint no party
like the party going on in my house.
Better believe that it's gonna be the biggest night of the year.
Because there aint no party
like the party going on in my house,
but it would be so much better if you were only here.
... Mmmm, oh, that's right. Mmmm,
prom night, Oscar night, got all that BS beat.

Do you know what album had this song, can you report to us below?
There's twenty girls for every single boy
and their crazy from this heat.
We'll take you up and down and everywhere in between.
Mom and Dad are out of town all week,
so you better get on your feet.


If you can not find the lyrics you want, You may want to request them.
Let's go down. Wash that sugar down.
Ain't No Party
Because there aint no party like the party going on in my house.
Better believe that it's gonna be the biggest night of the year,
because there aint no party like the party going on in my house,
but it would be so much better if you were only here.
Mmmm. Oh I think it's gonna get hot tonight.

To add comments to "AIN'T NO PARTY", You may scroll down and join the discussion
Brothers and sisters moving in together so,
so nice and tight.
Everything you ever wanted from this life is gonna happen right now.
Oooh, those girls tend to hide (?),
and the temperatures rise,
better reach for the sky and raise up the ceiling. ...

To add comments to "ORSON", Go to the lyrics listing page
Because there aint no party like the party going on in my house.
Better believe that its gonna be the biggest night of the year.
Because there aint no party like the party going on in my house,
but it would be so much better if you were only here.
If only you were here

(feat. Cam'ron)

(Intro)(Cam'Ron)
Killa
Lil' Flip (Uh-huh)
Houston Harlem
Dipset in the building (yes, sir)
Let's get ready to do this shit, Yo

(Verse One) Cam'Ron
Call me the better man
Beretta man, leather man, cheddar man
I should of been the weather man
I tell you where the high is and where the low at
When it gonna rain dog where the snow at
And where the snow at it ain't got to cold at
My block is hot kojak got his Kodak
And that's totally wack
Y'all supposed to be cats
Men of mice of course they go grow to be rats
That's ain't Cam's momento so I crammed the rental
With grams and endo had them saying Jusendo
Got that butter brother
Word to mother murder
Hit the other servers
Down at Whattaburger
Eat at Long John Silver keep the long arm silver
Fuck the long arm of the law he's strong on sckrilla

(Bridge)(Cam'Ron)
Flip to killer
We flip to kill her
That's a killer flip ya flip we kill ya (Dipset Bitch)

(Verse Two)(Lil' Flip)
And if you don't lurk or live here you riding through my hood
And I don't know what you heard but we'll take you for your goods
I wish you would come to my neck of the woods
Come to my hood
Better bring a tek to my hood
And we be buccin' and drivin'
While you shuckin' and jivin'
Niggaz hateful low down dirty plus they conivin'
Me and my niggaz we roll with triggers
We kill you for figures
We put 13 bricks in the 18 wheeler (yeah)

(Hook X4)(Lil' Flip)
Street life is all I know
So when I carve my music that's all I show

(Verse Three)(Lil' Flip)
All I know is nigga bring me all my dough
Cause rap money come fast and (?) money come slow
One day you on yo feet the next day you flat broke
That's the drought cause yo connect got bad dough
Now you got smoke from another nigga you don't know
That nigga might be a fed if he don't show
Plus plots and skeems
Young niggaz chasing green
You better wake up cause ya'll niggaz chasing dreams

Bridge

Hook

<i>[Talking]</i>
This for the block, there's no place like show business
Hell naw nigga, I'm serious
I'm honored, I'm back
Take this muh'fucken rap money
And bring it back to the block nigga
Haha, fo' real, so if you gettin yo money
That drank money, you gettin it
You know, I'm just worried about me now
Got all the fuck boys from around me, hey fuck you niggas
Hey, now let's get it

<i>[Chorus]</i>
After I do my concert, I bring that money to the block
And nigga I don't half, cause I want the whole block
Now whip it, now whip it, now whip it, now whip it
Now get it, whip it, ship it, and flip it

<i>[Verse 1]</i>
Ay I told you muh'fuckers I'ma bounce back
With three million in cash, potna count that
If I write you a check, nigga you can cash that
And when I'm in Europe, I use my flatstack
The black car get used fo' times a day
My rims skinny, but my pockets overweight
Go get yo tubes tied, cause you a bitch boy
800 grand, and now you think you rich boy
You better step it up, my paper been straight
And by the way my new chick go to Penn Stae
I paid for her car, I paid for her books
Okay I'm lyin, but don't that shit go with the hook
I got money to blow, I oughta be ashamed
I'm playin with some change, I want Travolta plane
He got a couple of 'em, we always fuck with rubbers
This ain't O.G. kush, I like to call it Bubble

<i>[Chorus]</i>

<i>[Verse 2]</i>
Ay fuck boy, I'm the James Toney of rap
Cause niggas hate me, but I still got it like that
A brand new 'Vette, I'm a ladies man
Plus my Bretlin cost me 80 grand
Ay, money ain't a thang, you know where I hang
And besides music, you know what I slang
And you know what I claim, It's Clover Geez up
And don't you hate it when yo potna smoke, all yo weed up?
I had to roll my sleeves up (why?), cause of my bracelet
And we ain't goin nowhere, so just face it
I lace weed with the syrup cause it burn slow
I make G's with my words cause it earn dough
Who woulda known Lil' Flip 'll scan five mil'
And then be forced to take a break for two years
But the block got love for the God
So you know it ain't shit for me to get a nigga robbed

<i>[Chorus]</i>

For the block niggas

<i>[Talking]</i>
This for the block, there's no place like show business
Hell naw nigga, I'm serious
I'm honored, I'm back
Take this muh'fucken rap money
And bring it back to the block nigga
Haha, fo' real, so if you gettin yo money
That drank money, you gettin it
You know, I'm just worried about me now
Got all the fuck boys from around me, hey fuck you niggas
Hey, now let's get it

<i>[Chorus]</i>
After I do my concert, I bring that money to the block
And nigga I don't half, cause I want the whole block
Now whip it, now whip it, now whip it, now whip it
Now get it, whip it, ship it, and flip it

<i>[Verse 1]</i>
Ay I told you muh'fuckers I'ma bounce back
With three million in cash, potna count that
If I write you a check, nigga you can cash that
And when I'm in Europe, I use my flatstack
The black car get used fo' times a day
My rims skinny, but my pockets overweight
Go get yo tubes tied, cause you a bitch boy
800 grand, and now you think you rich boy
You better step it up, my paper been straight
And by the way my new chick go to Penn Stae
I paid for her car, I paid for her books
Okay I'm lyin, but don't that shit go with the hook
I got money to blow, I oughta be ashamed
I'm playin with some change, I want Travolta plane
He got a couple of 'em, we always fuck with rubbers
This ain't O.G. kush, I like to call it Bubble

<i>[Chorus]</i>

<i>[Verse 2]</i>
Ay fuck boy, I'm the James Toney of rap
Cause niggas hate me, but I still got it like that
A brand new 'Vette, I'm a ladies man
Plus my Bretlin cost me 80 grand
Ay, money ain't a thang, you know where I hang
And besides music, you know what I slang
And you know what I claim, It's Clover Geez up
And don't you hate it when yo potna smoke, all yo weed up?
I had to roll my sleeves up (why?), cause of my bracelet
And we ain't goin nowhere, so just face it
I lace weed with the syrup cause it burn slow
I make G's with my words cause it earn dough
Who woulda known Lil' Flip 'll scan five mil'
And then be forced to take a break for two years
But the block got love for the God
So you know it ain't shit for me to get a nigga robbed

<i>[Chorus]</i>

For the block niggas

(Lil' Flip)
Yea, this track right here making them bounce - y'know
Jump in the old chevy and bounce
Yea, uh, play ya skillz on the track

(Chorus repeat 2 times: Lil' Flip)
Now bounce for yo click nigga! (bounce)
Bounce for yo hood and throw it up
Throw it up, throw it up!!(where you from)

Now bounce for yo town nigga! (bounce)
It's goin down, throw it up
Throw it up, throw it up!!(where you from)

(Lil' Flip)
Now where you from?
Homey Im from the southside (southside)
And when I pull up it the maybach and leave your mouthwide (mouthwide)
You better get your mind correct like the color changing clique
Before I correct your mind and fuck around and bang your chick (nigga)
One time for all my ladies, 2 times for all my thugs
If you wearin a fake jacob you know you a scrub
You gotta step it up, I got a special cup
I get my shine on
But no these aint no rimestones
I got my clothing line
I got my liquor coming
And if you on a verse each part 1500
Nigga you do the math
I never use a cab
I'm from the derrty, I rock custom jerseys

(Chorus)

(Lil' Flip)
I pack a k nigga (k nigga)
I blow that haze nigga (haze nigga)
I'll be at frisco fuckin with them bay niggaz
Them niggaz bump screw, and they will jump you
They pick me up from the airport with them pumps foo
And we ready nigga so bring it on ho
I be at Harlem nights but don't step on my big toe
One time for all my gangstas, 2 times for all my wankstas
I made a lot of yall careers and and yall aint tell me thank ya
But Im a grown man, I hold my own man
Not from ATL but I'm killin Mikes like Killer Mike
Half the time I don't write
I just grab an ounce
Tell play to fresh record
And watch these niggaz bounce

(Chorus)

(Lil' Flip)
I'm on luda shit, screwed up, track 8
Plus I did rock n' roll with Fam Lay
In VA, Norfolk to be exact
I did a track with Swiss Beats, yea I got that crack
My niggaz got my back
Yo niggaz quick to run
And leave you there lookin dumb (now that's gangsta)
One time for all my pimps, 2 times for all my hoes
I went from gold, white to plat
Back to rosegold

(Chorus)

(Lil' Flip)
Yea, this track right here making them bounce - y'know
Jump in the old chevy and bounce
Yea, uh, play ya skillz on the track

(Chorus repeat 2 times: Lil' Flip)
Now bounce for yo click nigga! (bounce)
Bounce for yo hood and throw it up
Throw it up, throw it up!!(where you from)

Now bounce for yo town nigga! (bounce)
It's goin down, throw it up
Throw it up, throw it up!!(where you from)

(Lil' Flip)
Now where you from?
Homey Im from the southside (southside)
And when I pull up it the maybach and leave your mouthwide (mouthwide)
You better get your mind correct like the color changing clique
Before I correct your mind and fuck around and bang your chick (nigga)
One time for all my ladies, 2 times for all my thugs
If you wearin a fake jacob you know you a scrub
You gotta step it up, I got a special cup
I get my shine on
But no these aint no rimestones
I got my clothing line
I got my liquor coming
And if you on a verse each part 1500
Nigga you do the math
I never use a cab
I'm from the derrty, I rock custom jerseys

(Chorus)

(Lil' Flip)
I pack a k nigga (k nigga)
I blow that haze nigga (haze nigga)
I'll be at frisco fuckin with them bay niggaz
Them niggaz bump screw, and they will jump you
They pick me up from the airport with them pumps foo
And we ready nigga so bring it on ho
I be at Harlem nights but don't step on my big toe
One time for all my gangstas, 2 times for all my wankstas
I made a lot of yall careers and and yall aint tell me thank ya
But Im a grown man, I hold my own man
Not from ATL but I'm killin Mikes like Killer Mike
Half the time I don't write
I just grab an ounce
Tell play to fresh record
And watch these niggaz bounce

(Chorus)

(Lil' Flip)
I'm on luda shit, screwed up, track 8
Plus I did rock n' roll with Fam Lay
In VA, Norfolk to be exact
I did a track with Swiss Beats, yea I got that crack
My niggaz got my back
Yo niggaz quick to run
And leave you there lookin dumb (now that's gangsta)
One time for all my pimps, 2 times for all my hoes
I went from gold, white to plat
Back to rosegold

(Chorus)

(Lil' Flip)
I'm Lil' Flip
Takin trips to Cancun
Drop the tape
My cartoon comin soon
Blowin up like a hot air balloon
Livin in a penthouse wit 25 rooms
Houston, Texas Benz N Lexus
Find me on the freeway drivin reckless
Wear sunglasses when you look at my necklace
Worldwide respected
Top 10 selected

(Chorous)
Horses wit my boxers on
Horses wit my boxers on
Horses wit my boxers on
You got yo t-shirt and yo panties
I got Trojans wit my boxers on

(Deep Threat)
Picture this:
Girl me & you
In our water bed
In the shower too
The water's fine
Say what's on your mind
Don't see nothin wrong
With some bump and grind
I'm gone break you off
Like a playa should
Like side to side
Baby its all good
Im not lookin 4
Girl no love affair
If you ride with me
you know ill take you there

(Chorous repeat 2 times)

(Deep Threat)
Sittin here
And you're layin there
Layin there
And you're willin to share
Ya freaky thoughts
Baby wit me too
You got ya t-shirt on
And ya panties too
The warm caress
Of ya body next to mine
It's rated X
& its so devine
I wanna come inside
If ya want me to
Open up
And let me prove it to you

(Chorus)

(Lil' Flip)
Girl I'm from Cloverland
Call me Trojan Man
Bump & Grind
I aint wit that holdin hands
When I wreck I hit hard like Jackie Chan
If you fine like Mya
I'll be ya man
I like jazzy girls
And classy girls
You know I'm rich so don't ask me girl
Sometimes the nice girl can be the nasty girl
Im a freak
Don't neva put it past me girl
I got my trojans & my boxers on
At school I got my dockers on (my docker's on)
Jenny Jones and Nia Long
We don't have to get a room, I got plenty homes
I rap fast or slow, while stackin dough
Dress like I just won a fashion show
Me humpin AP after mo
We diss niggaz only if
it ain't plat or gold
You wanna hear some Keith Sweat
How bout some Deep Threat (Deep Threat)
Girl Im a playa
Don't get the sheets wet
Lemme put a passion mark on yo neck
And I'll let you kiss my shiny baggettes
I need a sweet lady just like Tyrese
Def Soul puttin it down wit Sucka Free (Down wit Sucka Free)
The Click I claim is HSE
You wanna know what I'm wearin
Wait & see (oooooooooh)

(Chorous repeat 4 times)

Boooooxeeeers!

<i>[Lil' Flip]</i>
Yeaahhh
Yeaahhh
Yeaahhh
Let's take it back to the streets niggaaaaaaa
East coast
West coast
Midwest
To the dirty dirtttyyyy
It's Flip Gates
The #1 fly boy
I'm strapped nigga
Let's get it poppin'

<i>[Verse 1]</i>
I got a brand new 'Mac I hope this bitch don't jam
I had to bulletproof the Lam, I learned that from Cam
You want a thang got em yams go straight to Money Gram
I'm from the hood, so you know I'm down wit any money scam
Black glocks, white glocks spit like sheet rock
You know a drank on me, this concert gon' stop
A lot of cops at the scene tryin' to shut shit down
You was a nobody, but now you famous now
I be out in Chi-town wit some real OG's
Matter of fact one of them had dinner wit me
You gotta play by the rules when you on these streets
You lil' niggas tryin' to mimic what you see on beef
You betta

<i>[Hook]</i>
Bustaclip <i>[repeatedly w/ Lil' Flip ad libs]</i>
I can't deny it, I'm a straight rider
You don't wanna beef wit meee

<i>[Verse 2]</i>
I know some Long Beach Crips (fo' reeeall?)
I know some Englewood Bloods (bloods)
And you can ask ?? fans I got Cali love (love)
I got a strap waitin' for me everytime I land
Just to send you a message, I'll clap your man
Now he under white sheets like the Klu Klux Klan
You lil' boys shouldn't beef wit a grown ass man
I got stripes in the hood, I put in work fo' real
And mentioning me, will get you put in dirt fo' real
How much that gramma yay, bitch you carry weigh
Cause I'm on this Alize and I carry cake
I came back to the streets I had to let y'all know
And by the way my new deal worth 8.4
So I'mma

<i>[Hook]</i>
I'm strapped nigga
I'm strapped nigga
I'm strapped nigga, what about you?

<i>[Verse 3]</i>
This for my Nap-town niggas all my G-town killas
The ones wit the blow and them 18 wheelers
Cross the state lines wit it on them waist line cocked
Cross lope and you know it's goin' doowwnnn (like Yung Joc)
40 cal, 50 cal, what you workin' wit nigga?
I'm in a Maserati what you swervin' in nigga?
And when I'm out in Cleveland, I'm fuckin' wit X
It's been 'bout 5 years he still holdin' my tech
I be in the gun range like everyday
You betta pray no drama ever come my way
I'm in the studio now wit a gun on my hip
And I'm tired talkin' 'bout the beef wit me and
You betta

<i>[Hook]</i>

<i>[Lil' Flip Talkin']</i>
This some shit for the street baby
We bust a clip everyday
You know what it is
I do what I wanna do nigga
When I feel like it nigga
Track And Productions on the muthafuckin' track
Full Effeck is the muthafuckin' future
Cross them niggas, I shoot you nigga
Any nigga, who got a gun and a chain nigga
And that dough, that's a true d-boy
Can't be a dope boy without a gun and a chain
Make sure you got them extra clips nigga
But on the real nigga, don't hate on a nigga when you see me pull up on that Maserati
I'm done wit the muthafuckin' Maybach
Fuck that shit nigga, I'm on some drop top flashy "Flash Gordon" type shit
Biatch, BUSTACLIP!

<i>[Lil' Flip]</i>
Yeaahhh
Yeaahhh
Yeaahhh
Let's take it back to the streets niggaaaaaaa
East coast
West coast
Midwest
To the dirty dirtttyyyy
It's Flip Gates
The #1 fly boy
I'm strapped nigga
Let's get it poppin'

<i>[Verse 1]</i>
I got a brand new 'Mac I hope this bitch don't jam
I had to bulletproof the Lam, I learned that from Cam
You want a thang got em yams go straight to Money Gram
I'm from the hood, so you know I'm down wit any money scam
Black glocks, white glocks spit like sheet rock
You know a drank on me, this concert gon' stop
A lot of cops at the scene tryin' to shut shit down
You was a nobody, but now you famous now
I be out in Chi-town wit some real OG's
Matter of fact one of them had dinner wit me
You gotta play by the rules when you on these streets
You lil' niggas tryin' to mimic what you see on beef
You betta

<i>[Hook]</i>
Bustaclip <i>[repeatedly w/ Lil' Flip ad libs]</i>
I can't deny it, I'm a straight rider
You don't wanna beef wit meee

<i>[Verse 2]</i>
I know some Long Beach Crips (fo' reeeall?)
I know some Englewood Bloods (bloods)
And you can ask ?? fans I got Cali love (love)
I got a strap waitin' for me everytime I land
Just to send you a message, I'll clap your man
Now he under white sheets like the Klu Klux Klan
You lil' boys shouldn't beef wit a grown ass man
I got stripes in the hood, I put in work fo' real
And mentioning me, will get you put in dirt fo' real
How much that gramma yay, bitch you carry weigh
Cause I'm on this Alize and I carry cake
I came back to the streets I had to let y'all know
And by the way my new deal worth 8.4
So I'mma

<i>[Hook]</i>
I'm strapped nigga
I'm strapped nigga
I'm strapped nigga, what about you?

<i>[Verse 3]</i>
This for my Nap-town niggas all my G-town killas
The ones wit the blow and them 18 wheelers
Cross the state lines wit it on them waist line cocked
Cross lope and you know it's goin' doowwnnn (like Yung Joc)
40 cal, 50 cal, what you workin' wit nigga?
I'm in a Maserati what you swervin' in nigga?
And when I'm out in Cleveland, I'm fuckin' wit X
It's been 'bout 5 years he still holdin' my tech
I be in the gun range like everyday
You betta pray no drama ever come my way
I'm in the studio now wit a gun on my hip
And I'm tired talkin' 'bout the beef wit me and
You betta

<i>[Hook]</i>

<i>[Lil' Flip Talkin']</i>
This some shit for the street baby
We bust a clip everyday
You know what it is
I do what I wanna do nigga
When I feel like it nigga
Track And Productions on the muthafuckin' track
Full Effeck is the muthafuckin' future
Cross them niggas, I shoot you nigga
Any nigga, who got a gun and a chain nigga
And that dough, that's a true d-boy
Can't be a dope boy without a gun and a chain
Make sure you got them extra clips nigga
But on the real nigga, don't hate on a nigga when you see me pull up on that Maserati
I'm done wit the muthafuckin' Maybach
Fuck that shit nigga, I'm on some drop top flashy "Flash Gordon" type shit
Biatch, BUSTACLIP!

(Talking)
Ay I know alot of y'all niggaz wonderin', haha
is this nigga doin good? (yup)
is this nigga really ridin spinners? (yup), hah
I tell them niggaz man - can't you tell a nigga doin good man
can't you tell, Lil' Flip is in the building
we got Dj Squeeky on the track...Gudda, Gudda - Clover G's

(Chorus 2X - Flip)
We throw bows, we blow dro
we ride blades and low pro's
umm....I heard you doin good
nigga can't you tell
oh you still in the hood, cause you ain't doin too well

(Verse 1 - Flip)
Now when I pull up in my drop, one switch make it rock
one switch make it hop, the other switch make it stop
I got wood grain on my dash, paper out the ass
I don't ride around with wallets I carry paper bags
ride around with tech's, endo, with a vest
Giovanni's on my Hummer, and spinners on my Lex
I rep Houston, Tex where niggaz bang Screw
we ride candy paint nigga what about yo' crew
got a piece and a chain, a watch and a ring
ten thousand square foot home, plus a spot for my plane
I spitt game to hoes to get 'em out they clothes
cause that's how it go when all ya jewelry froze
I been pimpin for awhile, I'm a hot boy like Nile
my jacket is mink - but my shoes are crocodile
I'm thuggin forever, fifty karats in my bezzel
but I'm like 'Trillville' cause y'all can't get on "my level"

(Chorus)

(Verse 2 - Gudda)
Uhhh I'm in the club buckin, fuck it I'm a throw some bows
hit the bar and get bent and go and fuck some hoes
I'm this bitch actin wild you know how Gudda do it
I got my pistol on my hip incase I get into it
niggaz drinkin that 'Incredible Hulk'
now he drunk and he think he the "Incredible Hulk"
uhhh they gon'have to drag him out this bitch
then the police gon'come and drag me out this bitch.... (yea, Gudda)

(Verse 3 - Supa)
I'm doin good and it feels great
I'm in the hood H2 and it's charcoal gray
supa dup'fly, boy I'm supa dup'frisby
give a fuck about the name just know he gets busy
mouth of the south you know ya know me well
hollow shells - swell you like a macaroni shell
fuck you haters, the chains is off
Clover chains is on...we off the chains lil'boy (yea)

(Chorus)

(Verse 4 - MJG)
Uh, yea, come on....
MJG, pimp tight and Lil' Flip got a hit on the chart
but if a girl wanna get on the chart, shit I'll still put a bitch on the block
you don't really want that really now tell the truth, slow ya role
you got the cars and clothes but you still don't know ya hoes
I'm a Hoe - ologist I dissect the bitch and find the problem
I got solutions for a problem I'm here to resolve 'em
pull up in a 1969 Impala whites over blacks they harder
everyday I wake up early tryna make a dollar, I think I wanna pop my collar
could it be I'm just a natural born with alittle dose of pimpin
oooh nothin but motionless women strap up put alittle life up in 'em
I don't pretend I mean exactly what I mean
I don't sell those you can go to sleep and have a dream
when I roll through the dirty south sittin up on my twenty - fo's
breakin me a ciggerillo down...fillin it up with nothin but dro
M - J - fuckin G representer of the dirty
but I spit it hard enough to make sure that the world heard me

(Chorus)

(Talking)
Ay I know alot of y'all niggaz wonderin', haha
is this nigga doin good? (yup)
is this nigga really ridin spinners? (yup), hah
I tell them niggaz man - can't you tell a nigga doin good man
can't you tell, Lil' Flip is in the building
we got Dj Squeeky on the track...Gudda, Gudda - Clover G's

(Chorus 2X - Flip)
We throw bows, we blow dro
we ride blades and low pro's
umm....I heard you doin good
nigga can't you tell
oh you still in the hood, cause you ain't doin too well

(Verse 1 - Flip)
Now when I pull up in my drop, one switch make it rock
one switch make it hop, the other switch make it stop
I got wood grain on my dash, paper out the ass
I don't ride around with wallets I carry paper bags
ride around with tech's, endo, with a vest
Giovanni's on my Hummer, and spinners on my Lex
I rep Houston, Tex where niggaz bang Screw
we ride candy paint nigga what about yo' crew
got a piece and a chain, a watch and a ring
ten thousand square foot home, plus a spot for my plane
I spitt game to hoes to get 'em out they clothes
cause that's how it go when all ya jewelry froze
I been pimpin for awhile, I'm a hot boy like Nile
my jacket is mink - but my shoes are crocodile
I'm thuggin forever, fifty karats in my bezzel
but I'm like 'Trillville' cause y'all can't get on "my level"

(Chorus)

(Verse 2 - Gudda)
Uhhh I'm in the club buckin, fuck it I'm a throw some bows
hit the bar and get bent and go and fuck some hoes
I'm this bitch actin wild you know how Gudda do it
I got my pistol on my hip incase I get into it
niggaz drinkin that 'Incredible Hulk'
now he drunk and he think he the "Incredible Hulk"
uhhh they gon'have to drag him out this bitch
then the police gon'come and drag me out this bitch.... (yea, Gudda)

(Verse 3 - Supa)
I'm doin good and it feels great
I'm in the hood H2 and it's charcoal gray
supa dup'fly, boy I'm supa dup'frisby
give a fuck about the name just know he gets busy
mouth of the south you know ya know me well
hollow shells - swell you like a macaroni shell
fuck you haters, the chains is off
Clover chains is on...we off the chains lil'boy (yea)

(Chorus)

(Verse 4 - MJG)
Uh, yea, come on....
MJG, pimp tight and Lil' Flip got a hit on the chart
but if a girl wanna get on the chart, shit I'll still put a bitch on the block
you don't really want that really now tell the truth, slow ya role
you got the cars and clothes but you still don't know ya hoes
I'm a Hoe - ologist I dissect the bitch and find the problem
I got solutions for a problem I'm here to resolve 'em
pull up in a 1969 Impala whites over blacks they harder
everyday I wake up early tryna make a dollar, I think I wanna pop my collar
could it be I'm just a natural born with alittle dose of pimpin
oooh nothin but motionless women strap up put alittle life up in 'em
I don't pretend I mean exactly what I mean
I don't sell those you can go to sleep and have a dream
when I roll through the dirty south sittin up on my twenty - fo's
breakin me a ciggerillo down...fillin it up with nothin but dro
M - J - fuckin G representer of the dirty
but I spit it hard enough to make sure that the world heard me

(Chorus)

Man we ridin candycars eating candybars naw i ain't locked up behind bars man
this is lil flip of the screwed up click i'm the coe yeah yall still come to
see me flow i shine so hard i glow in the dark. my momma say damn boy it look
like you got a star in yo mouth well momma that's apart of being down south.
yall still mad? well i feeling kinda glad. records going gold and platium. man
i'm tatlented i got skillz that bet ain't even seen yet i got a grill that damn
near cost a mil. houston texas is where i live. but every body know in houston
candycars be our style


that's all i wanted to write lil flip i might help ya soon then holla at me and
i write you and hole new album i got killz to dogg. lil bebe

(talkin)
Nigga, 2000, Y2K
Me and Ron C all in yo muthaf**kin' shit nigga
fo sho, ha, man it's goin' down
y'all boyz need to fo sho get that cotton candy
cotton mouth, all in yo' face nigga
Uh huh, Lil Flipper, The Leprechaun aka Da Freestyle King
Sucka Free, f**kin' with that Ron C
Dat Dodo, y'all blowin' bullshit
Indo nigga this what we blow...

(Lil' Flip)
We blow Indo, I might be on Jay Leno
They be like Flip, can you listen to my demo
I say naw nigga I got shows to do
After the concert, I got hoes to screw
If I'm on stage, I don't wanna be close to you
I got money nigga, I ain't gon' boast to you
What I'm supposed to do, is keep rappin'
Some niggas got gold in they mouth, I got platinum
I ain't cappin', what happened
I done blew up too quick
I'm the Lil' Flip, Da Freestyle King of the Screwed Up Click
I represent, I get head
Ride blue, ride black, I ride red
F**k a Fed, I shake heads, when I'm in the club
Ball outta control, I got Indo dub sacks
How you love that, I ain't the Hot Boys
But you might see me in a drop top boy
I roll rolex, I got baggets, princess cuts
If I'm in the club, you'll see me, pimpin' sluts
That's what i do, nigga all the time
Get rotation on 97.9, that's The Box
Nigga got a TV sitcom on Fox
Used to be on blocks, slangin' rocks
Now I'm changin' dots, in my drop top prowler
Go to court, throw away the case, I got a prowler
Call her, nigga, Caller ID, a baller I be
She wanna f**k, I'ma call her and see
Take that hoe to Motel 6 or go to Tweety's
Pour a duece in the can, sold a four in Tahiti
Now I'm leanin', nigga, I'm in the green Beamer
Supa dupa fly like I'm Missy Misdemeanor
I'm Lil' Flip, nigga, I know you know me
Baggets and 30 pointers all on my rolly's
You might see me in a Expedition
With a sign on the back, that say let's go fishin'
I'ma balla, nigga I told you that
If I ain't ridin' green then I'm rollin' 'Llacs
I'm from the Clover, I'ma solja, I write rhymes in my folder
Hell yea, I got mo' crystals than Folgers
That's coffee, hoes wanna toss me, get off me
Cause I be ballin' outta control, hoes they stalk me
From Milwaukee, my Nextel, inhale, exhale
Half of my niggas locked up in jail
But I'm still on the block, puttin' it down
Nigga when I smile, bling, platinum puddin, you gotta frown
You be mad, cause you see me in a drop top Jag
50 G's for a car, that's not that bad
I can do that, if it's too fast, I can screw dat
Get the brand new drop, royal blue dat
Now I'm cruisin', niggas I be bruisin'
Gettin' all mad cause in the club, I be choosin'
I like yellabones, talk on PrimeCo telephones
Got hoes from Hine-Clark to Yellowstone
I'm in Homestead, killin' with the real niggas
We wearin' Platinum Fubu, y'all still wear Phil Hilfiger
I almost f**ked up, but nigga I'm the king
I can freestyle all night til the doorbell ring
And all I do, is ride on chrome
And all I got, is DVD's inside my home
I got a Ja'causezi, I might watch Scary Movie
Hell yea, I get head from yo mama every Tuesday
This Lil' Flip, I bet cha know dat, show dat
Hell yea, you owe me some money, nigga you owe dat
So pay me, the radio gon' play me
Look at my yard, I got mo' toys than Kay-Bee
Who I am, The Leprechaun, Freestyle King
Change the color of my teeth and my byzletine
Now I'm platinum, nigga got a nigga name Crime
Open up my mouth, my piece shine, but Johnny got my blinded
y'all can just parallel park, when I open up my mouth, its farewell to the dark
I sip drank, flip pints, sip 8's, got hoes at Worthing, Sterling and Yates
And when I pick 'em up, nigga, I'ma take 'em to the room
Nigga, I'ma be the witch and you can ride my broom
Then you gone, I freestyle, I'm off the dome
I got all, satellites from the top of my home
I get gone in my zone, nigga, I'm in a Bentley
Niggas mad, they got Guess glasses, I wearin' Finley's
And S classes, jumpin' out, nigga Da King
F**k y'all nigga, I'm jumpin' out limosuines

(talkin)
Nigga, Lil' Flip, Sucka Free, Swishahouse nigga,
we over here too nigga, we puttin' it down nigga,
the North and the South, nigga, how you do it, that was freestyle...

(talkin')
Nigga, 2000, Y2K
Me and Ron C all in yo muthafuckin' shit nigga
fo sho, ha, man it's goin' down
y'all boyz need to fo sho get that cotton candy
cotton mouth, all in yo' face nigga
Uh huh, Lil Flipper, The Leprechaun aka Da Freestyle King
Sucka Free, fuckin' with that Ron C
Dat Dodo, y'all blowin' bullshit
Indo nigga this what we blow...

(Lil' Flip)
We blow Indo, I might be on Jay Leno
They be like Flip, can you listen to my demo
I say naw nigga I got shows to do
After the concert, I got hoes to screw
If I'm on stage, I don't wanna be close to you
I got money nigga, I ain't gon' boast to you
What I'm supposed to do, is keep rappin'
Some niggas got gold in they mouth, I got platinum
I ain't cappin', what happened
I done blew up too quick
I'm the Lil' Flip, Da Freestyle King of the Screwed Up Click
I represent, I get head
Ride blue, ride black, I ride red
Fuck a Fed, I shake heads, when I'm in the club
Ball outta control, I got Indo dub sacks
How you love that, I ain't the Hot Boys
But you might see me in a drop top boy
I roll rolex, I got baggets, princess cuts
If I'm in the club, you'll see me, pimpin' sluts
That's what i do, nigga all the time
Get rotation on 97.9, that's The Box
Nigga got a TV sitcom on Fox
Used to be on blocks, slangin' rocks
Now I'm changin' dots, in my drop top prowler
Go to court, throw away the case, I got a prowler
Call her, nigga, Caller ID, a baller I be
She wanna fuck, I'ma call her and see
Take that hoe to Motel 6 or go to Tweety's
Pour a duece in the can, sold a four in Tahiti
Now I'm leanin', nigga, I'm in the green Beamer
Supa dupa fly like I'm Missy Misdemeanor
I'm Lil' Flip, nigga, I know you know me
Baggets and 30 pointers all on my rolly's
You might see me in a Expedition
With a sign on the back, that say let's go fishin'
I'ma balla, nigga I told you that
If I ain't ridin' green then I'm rollin' 'Llacs
I'm from the Clover, I'ma solja, I write rhymes in my folder
Hell yea, I got mo' crystals than Folgers
That's coffee, hoes wanna toss me, get off me
Cause I be ballin' outta control, hoes they stalk me
From Milwaukee, my Nextel, inhale, exhale
Half of my niggas locked up in jail
But I'm still on the block, puttin' it down
Nigga when I smile, bling, platinum puddin, you gotta frown
You be mad, cause you see me in a drop top Jag
50 G's for a car, that's not that bad
I can do that, if it's too fast, I can screw dat
Get the brand new drop, royal blue dat
Now I'm cruisin', niggas I be bruisin'
Gettin' all mad cause in the club, I be choosin'
I like yellabones, talk on PrimeCo telephones
Got hoes from Hine-Clark to Yellowstone
I'm in Homestead, killin' with the real niggas
We wearin' Platinum Fubu, y'all still wear Phil Hilfiger
I almost fucked up, but nigga I'm the king
I can freestyle all night til the doorbell ring
And all I do, is ride on chrome
And all I got, is DVD's inside my home
I got a Jacuzzi, I might watch Scary Movie
Hell yea, I get head from yo mama every Tuesday
This Lil' Flip, I bet cha know dat, show dat
Hell yea, you owe me some money, nigga you owe dat
So pay me, the radio gon' play me
Look at my yard, I got mo' toys than Kay-Bee
Who I am, The Leprechaun, Freestyle King
Change the color of my teeth and my byzletine
Now I'm platinum, nigga got a nigga name Crime
Open up my mouth, my piece shine, but Johnny got my blinded
y'all can just parallel park, when I open up my mouth, its farewell to the dark
I sip drank, flip pints, sip 8's, got hoes at Worthing, Sterling and Yates
And when I pick 'em up, nigga, I'ma take 'em to the room
Nigga, I'ma be the witch and you can ride my broom
Then you gone, I freestyle, I'm off the dome
I got all, satellites from the top of my home
I get gone in my zone, nigga, I'm in a Bentley
Niggas mad, they got Guess glasses, I wearin' Finley's
And S classes, jumpin' out, nigga Da King
Fuck y'all nigga, I'm jumpin' out limosuines

(talkin')
Nigga, Lil' Flip, Sucka Free, Swishahouse nigga,
we over here too nigga, we puttin' it down nigga,
the North and the South, nigga, how you do it, that was freestyle...

[Talking:]
Just another day in the hood
Chillin with my niggaz, ya know
Right now we shoot a documentary for my mothafuckin album
Bringin y'all niggaz straight to the hood, come on walk with me

[Verse 1: Lil' Flip]
Nigga I can hit you from a block away
Cause my chopper bang like a beat from Dr.Dre
I'm creepin at night with a Ki of that white
From 8'O clock till 5, come get what you like
From Vicodin to X pills you know who got the best deal
I guarantee you fuckers this'll be my best year
Canary stones got me lookin like a night light
I ain't racist when it comes to diamonds cause I like white
My bezzel lookin like it ain't even paid for
But that's a lie bitch I got real paper
I'm from the ghetto, the gudda where the feds hang
I'm with ya wife fuckin up ya bed frame
You ridin, I'm ridin-time to grab the weapons
The shell catchers, gloves, and them teflons
Cause when it's war anything goes
I'm a stand up nigga, nah I ain't a hoe

[Chorus: Lil' Flip]
I'm from da hood-da gudda, da, da, da gudda
I wish you would-da gudda, da, da, da gudda
Let's get it understood-da gudda, da, da, da gudda
I got choppers made of wood-da gudda, da, da, da gudda
I'm from da hood-da gudda, da, da, da gudda
I wish you would-da gudda, da, da, da gudda
Let's get it understood-da gudda, da, da, da gudda
I got choppers made of wood-da gudda, da, da, da gudda

[Verse 2: Lil' Flip]
Ay alot of niggaz hatin on me cause of the jewels I got
So just face reality homie you ain't hot
I read ya little interviews you don't know when to quit
No matter how good you do niggaz gon'talk shit
I got bitches on my team that'll rob you nigga
Right after she give you head and massage you nigga
I play the game like a pro when it come to the streets
And the bump'll make you leak when it come to the beef...ca'peesh
Look, listen when I talk cause I'm a general
I hope ya OG's smart enough to let you know
I'm the truth in the booth what I rap about I did it
I told Johnny put thirty pointers in my fitted
I get it, I got it I'm makin a profit
My kitted Impala watch me hop it
I'm hittin switches on the bitches when I drive by
I'm knockin snitches in ditches when I do drive bys

[Chorus]

[Bridge:]
Look if you wanna get paid, get that money nigga
If you wanna ride blades, get that money nigga
If you wanna Escalade, get that money nigga
Yeah bitch I got it made, get that money nigga(oh boy)

[Verse 3: Lil' Flip]
Look it's one for the money, two for the show
Three gigs for eight five now I need my dough
Look I'm straight off the block where the fiends be geekin
I know a cat who snort three O's every weekend
Lawyers, and doctors hide behind they occupations
Cause at the first of the month they be waiting
Shiiit I take food stamps and all that shit
And if that ain't a hustle what you call that then(chump)
I'm a young ass nigga with alot of game
I floss hard cause everyday I rock a different chain
I think my hood and my niggaz who hold me down
Besides Lil'J, Lil' Flip control the town [echoes]

[Chorus]

<i>[Lil' Flip]</i>
Well, I smoke and lean tryna get high
on Cloud 9 tryna reach they sky
we call it dro'ya'll call it lye
all I need is a sweet to get me by
I'm super fly like Missy
drink Moette until I'm pissy
I pulled up in a Bentley
hoes asking who is it its F-L-I-P
blowing that light green
no sticks, no seeds $300 for an O-Z
and you know me stay blowed puffing and passing
you split it, dump it, lick it then stuff it wit hashing

<i>[Chorus]</i>
Da roof, da roof, da roof is on fire
We don't need matches real smokers use lighters
Da roof, da roof, da roof is on fire
We don't need matches real smokers use lighters

<i>[Lil' Flip]</i>
Smoke all day thats what I do
when I think about my nigga Screw
I break bread with my crew
I smoke green, purple, even blue
I dont know about you but I love to smoke
play Grand Theft and crack a joke
or go to the club and snatch a hoe
thats the way it go when ya ballin hoe
we smoke dro'to get higher
I got 20's on my tires, I got tensions in my wires
cause Haddy's got that fire
and when I retire I'm a still be smoking hay
like crucial conflict or mail man and Dre
so if you wanna smoke something just holla at ya boy
cause I got cotton candy, tarantula, and fat boy
we can roll a sack boy and get so high
but when its time to hit the club I need Visine for my eyes

<i>[Chorus]</i>
Da roof, da roof, da roof is on fire
We don't need matches real smokers use lighters
Da roof, da roof, da roof is on fire
We don't need matches real smokers use lighters

(talking)
Play-N-Skillz

(Chorus: Repeat 2x)
Is it cause dem boyz is out there shinin (shinin)
Maybe cause dem boyz is out there grindin (grindin)
Platinum pieces with canari diamonds (diamonds)
But haters they talkin but never mind them (never mind them)

(Verse 1: Lil' Flip)
Well I'm back up in yo' ear once again cause I run this shit
And I want rap about it unless I done that shit
We catchin flights to Vegas, we stay away from haters
We always chasin'paper-we ballin like The Lakers
We stepping out in our gators, nothin but pimps and players
All my close taylor plus I got hoes that at bayla
I'm like Popeye the sailor 'cause I smoke me spinach
And when my Benz pass by they be like "I hope he in it"
They know my shit ain't rented (why?) cause I got two
Yeah I got blue diamonds but these yellow rocks fool

(Chorus: Repeat 2x)

(Verse 2: Lil' Flip)
I got bagguetes in the middle of my chain
H2 in the middle of the lane-doin donuts in the middle of the rain
If you in a wreck can I get alittle brain
I ain't gotta spend a thing for me to hit ya dame
I smoke so much dro hoe I might forget yo name
Stop (wheels screech) don't make me cock it, and pop it
And reload quick I'm like Bone Crusher I ain't never scared bitch!
I'm into making bread bitch and ridin candy red shit
I'm doin this for Pimp C and my nigga Head bitch
'Cause when the feds hit I don't wanna be around
I'm a be real with you I don't wanna be in town
'Cause when I'm on the road I'm gettin more dough
I'm gettin unreleased Jordans straight from Tokoyo

(Chorus: Repeat 2x)

(Verse 3: Lil' Flip)
Whenever I'm buyin (ice) I'm like fuck the (price)
'Cause no matter how much I spend Johnny gon'have me (right)
Johnny gon'have me (right), yellas mixed with (white)
Yo chain shinin in the day but look at mine when it's night
You see the differance in the rocks they look like blocks
Red, white, and blue diamonds got me lookin like the cops
(Sirens) everybody pullin over cause they think they gettin stopped
Oh mybad that's my chain and my mothafuckin watch

(Lil' Flip)
Heh that's how we doin it man, Lil' Flipper
Play-N-Skillz on the track this that shit that make niggaz bounce
If you in a drop top make that mothafucker bounce
Stick ya mothafuckin pinky ring out the window cause
(shinin) southside, (grindin)northside, (diamonds)eastside
(never mind them) westside Haha that's how we do it man
Lil' Flipper underground legend U Gotta Feel Me, U Gotta Feel Me
I ain't fuck off my budget U Gotta Feel Me Haha
WOOOOO!, yeah ya'll buyin them ol'high ass tracks
I'm like fuck it shit I ain't settlin I'll fuck wit Play-N-Skillz haha bitch bitch

(talking)
Play-N-Skillz

(Chorus: Repeat 2x)
Is it cause dem boyz is out there shinin (shinin)
Maybe cause dem boyz is out there grindin (grindin)
Platinum pieces with canari diamonds (diamonds)
But haters they talkin but never mind them (never mind them)

(Verse 1: Lil' Flip)
Well I'm back up in yo' ear once again cause I run this shit
And I want rap about it unless I done that shit
We catchin flights to Vegas, we stay away from haters
We always chasin'paper-we ballin like The Lakers
We stepping out in our gators, nothin but pimps and players
All my close taylor plus I got hoes that at bayla
I'm like Popeye the sailor 'cause I smoke me spinach
And when my Benz pass by they be like "I hope he in it"
They know my shit ain't rented (why?) cause I got two
Yeah I got blue diamonds but these yellow rocks fool

(Chorus: Repeat 2x)

(Verse 2: Lil' Flip)
I got bagguetes in the middle of my chain
H2 in the middle of the lane-doin donuts in the middle of the rain
If you in a wreck can I get alittle brain
I ain't gotta spend a thing for me to hit ya dame
I smoke so much dro hoe I might forget yo name
Stop (wheels screech) don't make me cock it, and pop it
And reload quick I'm like Bone Crusher I ain't never scared bitch!
I'm into making bread bitch and ridin candy red shit
I'm doin this for Pimp C and my nigga Head bitch
'Cause when the feds hit I don't wanna be around
I'm a be real with you I don't wanna be in town
'Cause when I'm on the road I'm gettin more dough
I'm gettin unreleased Jordans straight from Tokoyo

(Chorus: Repeat 2x)

(Verse 3: Lil' Flip)
Whenever I'm buyin (ice) I'm like fuck the (price)
'Cause no matter how much I spend Johnny gon'have me (right)
Johnny gon'have me (right), yellas mixed with (white)
Yo chain shinin in the day but look at mine when it's night
You see the differance in the rocks they look like blocks
Red, white, and blue diamonds got me lookin like the cops
(Sirens) everybody pullin over cause they think they gettin stopped
Oh mybad that's my chain and my mothafuckin watch

(Lil' Flip)
Heh that's how we doin it man, Lil' Flipper
Play-N-Skillz on the track this that shit that make niggaz bounce
If you in a drop top make that mothafucker bounce
Stick ya mothafuckin pinky ring out the window cause
(shinin) southside, (grindin)northside, (diamonds)eastside
(never mind them) westside Haha that's how we do it man
Lil' Flipper underground legend U Gotta Feel Me, U Gotta Feel Me
I ain't fuck off my budget U Gotta Feel Me Haha
WOOOOO!, yeah ya'll buyin them ol'high ass tracks
I'm like fuck it shit I ain't settlin I'll fuck wit Play-N-Skillz haha bitch bitch

(talking)
Play-N-Skillz

(Chorus: Repeat 2x)
Is it cause dem boyz is out there shinin (shinin)
Maybe cause dem boyz is out there grindin (grindin)
Platinum pieces with canari diamonds (diamonds)
But haters they talkin but never mind them (never mind them)

(Verse 1: Lil' Flip)
Well I'm back up in yo' ear once again cause I run this shit
And I want rap about it unless I done that shit
We catchin flights to Vegas, we stay away from haters
We always chasin'paper-we ballin like The Lakers
We stepping out in our gators, nothin but pimps and players
All my close taylor plus I got hoes that at bayla
I'm like Popeye the sailor 'cause I smoke me spinach
And when my Benz pass by they be like "I hope he in it"
They know my shit ain't rented (why?) cause I got two
Yeah I got blue diamonds but these yellow rocks fool

(Chorus: Repeat 2x)

(Verse 2: Lil' Flip)
I got bagguetes in the middle of my chain
H2 in the middle of the lane-doin donuts in the middle of the rain
If you in a wreck can I get alittle brain
I ain't gotta spend a thing for me to hit ya dame
I smoke so much dro hoe I might forget yo name
Stop (wheels screech) don't make me cock it, and pop it
And reload quick I'm like Bone Crusher I ain't never scared bitch!
I'm into making bread bitch and ridin candy red shit
I'm doin this for Pimp C and my nigga Head bitch
'Cause when the feds hit I don't wanna be around
I'm a be real with you I don't wanna be in town
'Cause when I'm on the road I'm gettin more dough
I'm gettin unreleased Jordans straight from Tokoyo

(Chorus: Repeat 2x)

(Verse 3: Lil' Flip)
Whenever I'm buyin (ice) I'm like fuck the (price)
'Cause no matter how much I spend Johnny gon'have me (right)
Johnny gon'have me (right), yellas mixed with (white)
Yo chain shinin in the day but look at mine when it's night
You see the differance in the rocks they look like blocks
Red, white, and blue diamonds got me lookin like the cops
(Sirens) everybody pullin over cause they think they gettin stopped
Oh mybad that's my chain and my mothafuckin watch

(Lil' Flip)
Heh that's how we doin it man, Lil' Flipper
Play-N-Skillz on the track this that shit that make niggaz bounce
If you in a drop top make that mothafucker bounce
Stick ya mothafuckin pinky ring out the window cause
(shinin) southside, (grindin)northside, (diamonds)eastside
(never mind them) westside Haha that's how we do it man
Lil' Flipper underground legend U Gotta Feel Me, U Gotta Feel Me
I ain't fuck off my budget U Gotta Feel Me Haha
WOOOOO!, yeah ya'll buyin them ol'high ass tracks
I'm like fuck it shit I ain't settlin I'll fuck wit Play-N-Skillz haha bitch bitch

(talking)
Play-N-Skillz

(Chorus: Repeat 2x)
Is it cause dem boyz is out there shinin (shinin)
Maybe cause dem boyz is out there grindin (grindin)
Platinum pieces with canari diamonds (diamonds)
But haters they talkin but never mind them (never mind them)

(Verse 1: Lil' Flip)
Well I'm back up in yo' ear once again cause I run this shit
And I want rap about it unless I done that shit
We catchin flights to Vegas, we stay away from haters
We always chasin'paper-we ballin like The Lakers
We stepping out in our gators, nothin but pimps and players
All my close taylor plus I got hoes that at bayla
I'm like Popeye the sailor 'cause I smoke me spinach
And when my Benz pass by they be like "I hope he in it"
They know my shit ain't rented (why?) cause I got two
Yeah I got blue diamonds but these yellow rocks fool

(Chorus: Repeat 2x)

(Verse 2: Lil' Flip)
I got bagguetes in the middle of my chain
H2 in the middle of the lane-doin donuts in the middle of the rain
If you in a wreck can I get alittle brain
I ain't gotta spend a thing for me to hit ya dame
I smoke so much dro hoe I might forget yo name
Stop (wheels screech) don't make me cock it, and pop it
And reload quick I'm like Bone Crusher I ain't never scared bitch!
I'm into making bread bitch and ridin candy red shit
I'm doin this for Pimp C and my nigga Head bitch
'Cause when the feds hit I don't wanna be around
I'm a be real with you I don't wanna be in town
'Cause when I'm on the road I'm gettin more dough
I'm gettin unreleased Jordans straight from Tokoyo

(Chorus: Repeat 2x)

(Verse 3: Lil' Flip)
Whenever I'm buyin (ice) I'm like fuck the (price)
'Cause no matter how much I spend Johnny gon'have me (right)
Johnny gon'have me (right), yellas mixed with (white)
Yo chain shinin in the day but look at mine when it's night
You see the differance in the rocks they look like blocks
Red, white, and blue diamonds got me lookin like the cops
(Sirens) everybody pullin over cause they think they gettin stopped
Oh mybad that's my chain and my mothafuckin watch

(Lil' Flip)
Heh that's how we doin it man, Lil' Flipper
Play-N-Skillz on the track this that shit that make niggaz bounce
If you in a drop top make that mothafucker bounce
Stick ya mothafuckin pinky ring out the window cause
(shinin) southside, (grindin)northside, (diamonds)eastside
(never mind them) westside Haha that's how we do it man
Lil' Flipper underground legend U Gotta Feel Me, U Gotta Feel Me
I ain't fuck off my budget U Gotta Feel Me Haha
WOOOOO!, yeah ya'll buyin them ol'high ass tracks
I'm like fuck it shit I ain't settlin I'll fuck wit Play-N-Skillz haha bitch bitch

south side.... dirty dirty.... south side.. ahhhhh

(Chorous repeat 2 times)
It's the dirty south, it's just the dirty south,
It's the dirty south, the dirty south, the dirty south

(Redd)
down south we wear bandannas and denim suites
down south you gone always spot us in them coupes

(Lil' Flip)
well down south we drivin bentleys and jaguars
and we play all our hoes like a game of flash cars

(H.A.W.K.)
down south we bout that dolla dolla
grab a chick then hit and make em holla holla

(Lil' Flip)
Down South we eatin Timmy Chan's and noodles
I just bought an Escalade and a PT cruiser

(Redd)
down south my wrist stay below freezin
down south my niggas brag for no reason

(Lil' Flip)
in down south everybody shop in the galeria
I dont care about the price I drop money like diarhea

(H.A.W.K.)
down south we rollin fancy cars
escalades drop tops and rovers wit role bars

(Lil' Flip)
down south lil flip pimpin sluts
down south we wearin Princess cuts

(Redd)
down south is the place where dem caddy trucks stunt
ugly birds get shot down like duck hunt

(Lil' Flip)
down south at my concerts I'm packin em in
and you can see my diamonds from the back of my hand

(H.A.W.K.)
down south candy paint bumper grill
and to be for real I'm already done cart wheels

(Lil' Flip)
down south we all about stackin chips
and if you get outa line we packin clips

(Redd)
down south they know redd one of the best
plus I shine like I got a sun on my chest

(Lil' Flip)
in down south I put diamonds all in your face
and I'm sellin fifty thousand i'll leave your state

(H.A.W.K.)
down south these bezeltines an baggets
so much ice you could bobsled off my chest

(Lil' Flip)
down south we sip serve and fall asleep
down south cant nobody else ball like me

(Chorous)

(Lil' Flip)
down south when we drive we hoggin the lane
86 baggets clogin my rang

(Redd)
down south we count money on the back of the jags
but if I'm broke you gone find me with a gat in the mast

(H.A.W.K.)
down south we smoke hydro and sip syrup
down south it's boo boo guess and ice bergh

(Lil' Flip)
down south we ride swangers on drop tops
after karintons we ride through our house

(Lil' Flip)
down south lil flip the only freestyle king
down south we all known for big balling

(Redd)
down south we spit slang notice my voice dragin
take a look at my clothes ice bergh jeans sagin

(H.A.W.K.)
down south we some ghetto stars
when we havin sex it's minashatwa

(Lil' Flip)
down south I hope yall know it's hot as hell
and if ya tape aint jammin it's not gone sell

(Lil' Flip)
down south it's rolex and cardiere
we dont go to clubs unless they got a party there

(Redd)
down south 5-0's be slangin the billy clubs
down south you aint gone find to many silly thugs

(H.A.W.K.)
down south stick together like glue
and we love our music slowed down by screw

(Lil' Flip)
down south lil flip wreckin all these boys
major labels dont even wanna call these boys

(Lil' Flip)
down south I make em stop like DMX
and lil kids poppin wheelies on they bmx

(Redd)
down south every other ride is on twenty inches
on a bad day I prolly conversate with twenty winches

(H.A.W.K.)
down south we push rhymes like weight
and the real hangry grill fake hang with fake

(Lil' Flip)
down south it aint no stopin me
and I got more zeros then the lottery

(Chorous repeat 2 times)

(Redd)
down south ladies throw brawls right in your way
man I love to rock ice just to brighten your day

(H.A.W.K.)
down south all you hear is H.A.W.K.
and thats the reason why I hit your flum face

(Lil' Flip)
down south we ridin in vipers and vets
down south we wearin nikes and sweats

(Lil' Flip)
and down south sucka free got the game sowed up
down south everybody sayin man hold up

(Lil' Flip)
down south all we do is ride on chrome
down south we got dvd's inside our home

(Lil' Flip)
down south we ballin for the millenium
I got a drop escalade and I aint even twenty-one

(Lil' Flip)
down south everybody know I'm shinin quick
can somebody flush the toilet (*toilet sound*)
cuz I'm the shit down south

[Intro: Lil' Keke]
Big terrible Texas
It's where legends are born
I'm Lil' Keke The Don
Original Screwed Up Click
It's a dedication to DJ Screw
Fat Pat, Big Mello, Big Steve
Feel it?

[Chorus: Lil' Keke]
Draped up and dripped out, Know what I'm talking about
Draped up and dripped out, Know what I'm talking about
Draped up and dripped out, Know what I'm talking about
Draped up and dripped out, Know what I'm talking about

[Lil' Keke]
I'm draped up and dripped out, the truth has just slipped out
84's, Red Doors, Candy Apple Flip-Flop
Got them boppers dripped out cause my drop tip top
Purple Cup, Screw Us Up, that's what keep the streets hot
Don P, Bun B, Please Free Pimp C
Hydro, Super Flow, know these boys feeling me
Come to Houston, Texas and see swangaz and 'lacs
And don't forget to tell the people that the legends are back, yeah

[Slim Thug]
It's Slim Thug showing H-Town love
Used to hit the club on dubs, acting bad on scrubs (thats right)
Mad spokes and leather, 24's or better
Boys say they riding candy but my load is wetter
The roads for compeitors when they see the two letters
They'll never ever ever ever ever get on my level (thats right)
Me and Bun together caked up with clout
Staying draped up and dripped out, know what I'm talking about?

[Chamillionaire]
The city is back, just look at the map, thought we wouldn't get in the game
I'm sticking my dick up in the game and bustin in that like a train
I'm hitting that mayne, look at this grain I'm grippin, I'm fixing to swang
My bumper doing the body rock and my trunk is doing the crane
Now who in the hell was able to tell the world it wasn't my bang
I turn up the beat and I'm cracking the street, the city we started to train
The world is looking like Texas mayne, just watch how they pick up the slang
Just show 'em your grill and pick up some drank and watch how they do the same, Hold up mayne

[Paul Wall]
What it do baby, It's Paul Wall, Players rise while haters fall
Got Fo's crawling in the 54 on the service road, I'm obeying the laws
I stay shining like headlights and I stay crawling like head lice
Just like a boy but I play the dice, them twos and threes ain't nuttin nice
Them threes and fours I'ma roll fo sho, fo's and vogues, we call 'em swang
My partner Bun B bring the pain, Wanna know what I rep? Just check the chain
In the hood is where I hang, On South Lee, that 5-9
He dippin oil, He drippin candy, From P-A to H-Town, It goes down

[Chorus]

[Mike Jones]
I stay draped up, dripped out, Drop the top when I'm flipping out
Candy low on 84, (How you know they Fo's?) they poking out
Ice Age and Rap-A-Lot, Pimping hoes in the parking lot
Diamonds shining in my grill, you can see 'em if its dark or not
When I'm out in the limelight, I make sure I shine bright
I'm in the drop with the glock cocked, you know I keep that iron tight
I'm getting brain from a tight dame on North Maine in the turning lane
I'm young and rich talking alot of shit, I guess its because I'm having thangs

[Aztek]
I'm still draped up and dripped out, know what I'm talking bout
Fighting over parking spots, bustin in the parking lot
(Next two lines in Spanish)
Now put your blocks up, Now put your sets up
Fuck that nigga over there cause I think he said something
Have to take 'em with a clip out, with the click out, dont give a shit bout
Til he gets out, Free Pimp C, we draped up and dripped out

[Lil' Flip]
I told Bun when you need a verse, just holla
You know how we do it, you don't gotta spend no dollars
I'm puffin dro, bangin screw, and riding fos
Middle fingers in the air, you know how it goes
Stash spot with weight in it, Candy paint with blakes in it
Trunk got the bass in it, One liter with eights in it
Swisha sweet with haze in it, you know I'm blowed
Four row diamond chain, you know I'm pro
Johnny got me right huh? 80 karats, bright huh?
Hit the button, pop the trunk, watch the neon light jump
I'ma keep folding bread til Pimp hold his head
We miss you DJ Screw, man I hate you dead

[Z-Ro]
Down to ride red but I'ma ride blue in the turning lane looking just like Screw
300 Crissy, don't think they doors, Everybody know Z-Ro's flow is ferocious
I keep a ride with the daytons in the deck, Might be deep 22 drank in the whip
You can keep the sherm but you can pass the cup, My cadillac rolling on glass and wood
Would I knock a jacka down when his ass get up, Hell naw, this is playa from the chest to the nut
Screw was here he said I would come up now the radio requesting my stuff
Gotta keep a smif n wesson to buss cause the better life keep me stressing enough
Is this rap for real, is it a blessing or what?, Screw I hope I see you when they wet me up

[Bun B]
This is H-Town, Texas, tell me how does it look?
Taking over the rap kitchen and we ready to cook
You can hear us whipping the beakers coming out of the speakers
Stepping up some fresh hard for you out of town peakers
We got 3rd Ward, 4th Ward, and Southside G's
Plus Southwest and Bloody Nickels rollin 83's
It's Houston, Texas motherfucker, you know the name
We'll see you in February for the All-Star Game

[Chorus - repeat 2X]

Yeah, play and skillz, just let it bang
Na'm sayin' ha ha, feelin' it
Yeah I'm feelin' this one
We talkin' bout music
Pay attention, listen up 'cuz I

I rock and roll, this is how a glock explode
My music is like crack 'cuz I rock the shows
You got to know that can't nobody stop my flow
My concert's like drugz, 'cuz fans got to go

I rock and roll, this is how a glock explode
My music is like crack, 'cuz I rock the shows
You got to know that an't nobody stop my flow
My concert's like drugz, 'cuz fans got to go

I'm like crack, whenever I perform on a track
'Cuz if you from outta town you about to get taxed
And that's that, I ain't changin' my price for nobody
You can keep them points 'cuz you ain't gon' sell four cotties
'Cuz ya style too sloppy, ya beats ain't knockin'
And when you in public, them freaks ain't boppin'

My 6-4 hoppin' when I'm ridin' down the street
I still feel like I'm hustlin' why? 'Cuz I'm raw with these beats
You can put me on a plane or put me on a train
'Cuz no matter where I perform they understand my slang
They understand my pain and how I took over the game
From this day on, rap'll never be the same

I rock and roll, this is how a glock explode
My music is like crack 'cuz I rock the shows
You got to know that can't nobody stop my flow
My concert's like drugz, 'cuz fans got to go

I rock and roll, this is how a glock explode
My music is like crack 'cuz I rock the shows
You got to know that can't nobody stop my flow
My concert's like drugz, 'cuz fans got to go

I need 25 a show, I need 30 for a verse
Them video's on BET, yeah I know how much I'm worth
How much? I'm worth a lot, 'cuz I really work a lot
And since Will Lean my nigga, I gotta help him out
So I'ma put him out man, so nigga kick ya feet up
And when the stores sell out then it's time to re up

So keep yo D up, 'cuz we comin' with the heat man
And if you get a deal make sure yo' niggaz eat man
And to my fans, I appreciate the love
So holla at ya boy when I'm at the club
'Cuz I ain't Hollywood, I'm from the Hollyhood
The difference between me and them, my music good

I rock and roll, this is how a glock explode
My music is like crack 'cuz I rock the shows
You got to know that can't nobody stop my flow
My concert's like drugz, 'cuz fans got to go

I rock and roll, this is how a glock explode
My music is like crack 'cuz I rock the shows
You got to know that can't nobody stop my flow
My concert's like drugz, 'cuz fans got to go

Ha ha, ya we flippin' these tracks like crack
Y'all niggaz tryin' to double y'all money
Nigga I'm tryin' to triple my stacks
Ya play 'n skillz on the track, yea Lil' Flip'll spit it fast
Ha ha ha ya, let's go to the next track man
They ain't ready for this type of shit
We ahead of y'all niggaz man, you know what I mean
Shit, you could put this album out 10 years later
And it'll still sell more records than you now, ha ha bitch

Yeah, play and skillz, just let it bang
Na'm sayin' ha ha, feelin' it
Yeah I'm feelin' this one
We talkin' bout music
Pay attention, listen up 'cuz I

I rock and roll, this is how a glock explode
My music is like crack 'cuz I rock the shows
You got to know that can't nobody stop my flow
My concert's like drugz, 'cuz fans got to go

I rock and roll, this is how a glock explode
My music is like crack, 'cuz I rock the shows
You got to know that an't nobody stop my flow
My concert's like drugz, 'cuz fans got to go

I'm like crack, whenever I perform on a track
'Cuz if you from outta town you about to get taxed
And that's that, I ain't changin' my price for nobody
You can keep them points 'cuz you ain't gon' sell four cotties
'Cuz ya style too sloppy, ya beats ain't knockin'
And when you in public, them freaks ain't boppin'

My 6-4 hoppin' when I'm ridin' down the street
I still feel like I'm hustlin' why? 'Cuz I'm raw with these beats
You can put me on a plane or put me on a train
'Cuz no matter where I perform they understand my slang
They understand my pain and how I took over the game
From this day on, rap'll never be the same

I rock and roll, this is how a glock explode
My music is like crack 'cuz I rock the shows
You got to know that can't nobody stop my flow
My concert's like drugz, 'cuz fans got to go

I rock and roll, this is how a glock explode
My music is like crack 'cuz I rock the shows
You got to know that can't nobody stop my flow
My concert's like drugz, 'cuz fans got to go

I need 25 a show, I need 30 for a verse
Them video's on BET, yeah I know how much I'm worth
How much? I'm worth a lot, 'cuz I really work a lot
And since Will Lean my nigga, I gotta help him out
So I'ma put him out man, so nigga kick ya feet up
And when the stores sell out then it's time to re up

So keep yo D up, 'cuz we comin' with the heat man
And if you get a deal make sure yo' niggaz eat man
And to my fans, I appreciate the love
So holla at ya boy when I'm at the club
'Cuz I ain't Hollywood, I'm from the Hollyhood
The difference between me and them, my music good

I rock and roll, this is how a glock explode
My music is like crack 'cuz I rock the shows
You got to know that can't nobody stop my flow
My concert's like drugz, 'cuz fans got to go

I rock and roll, this is how a glock explode
My music is like crack 'cuz I rock the shows
You got to know that can't nobody stop my flow
My concert's like drugz, 'cuz fans got to go

Ha ha, ya we flippin' these tracks like crack
Y'all niggaz tryin' to double y'all money
Nigga I'm tryin' to triple my stacks
Ya play 'n skillz on the track, yea Lil' Flip'll spit it fast
Ha ha ha ya, let's go to the next track man
They ain't ready for this type of shit
We ahead of y'all niggaz man, you know what I mean
Shit, you could put this album out 10 years later
And it'll still sell more records than you now, ha ha bitch

(Verse One: B.G.)
On the block avanna to magnolia tryna shine
I scored a bird and I flipped dat bitch forty times
Now we ballin from Houston to New Orleans seven figures (ya'll lyin)
Got the baddest broads callin cause I'm rockin ice (bling!)
Gotta 2000 Benzy Bike rrrroooommmm rrrooommmm! loud pipes loud pipes
Gotta house on Washatona thats laid out
Short Bentley on dubs paid out
My niggas homes said wodie be bout cha' paper
He said you got ends dem feds will try ta hate ya
I said look here you know I'm bout my change cousin
I can spend a grand a day like it ain't nuttin
Cause I got money to blow I can spend a mill a day
and be far from broke ya heard me believe dat!
If it ain't ice it ain't ya heard me!
If it ain't platinum it ain't right

(Chorus 2X: Lil' Flip)
Everyday I'm ballin (ooohh da way y'all ball)
Bourbon is crawlin (ooohh da way y'all ball)
Texas to New Orleans we ballin (ooohh da way y'all ball)

(Verse Two: Lil' Marice)
I'ma balla-shot calla and I'm seven years old
My blades gon' chop and my pop trunk low
I chill wit my boys I might ride tan
I'ma H-town playa and ya'll cant stand me!
When I'm at school I make good grades
Ya know I'm Sucka Free and we all playa made
Chop chop twist twist I got rocks on my wrist
I'ma million dollar balla wit a million dollar kiss

(Verse Three: Lil' Flip)
Well...
I got rocks on my wrist head lights on my fist
Wit all dis platinum in my mouth playboy I'm da shit!
I gotta Bourbon, a Jag, and one Durango
If you lookin at my watch you might see a rainbow
And when I pull up on da scene I'm hangin out da sunroof
Fo' 15's in my trunk kick like kungfoo (hhhuuwwwhhhaaii!)
You say you ballin like me what you gun' do
What you got on yo' watch I got on one tooth
I like to spend 50 and ball in da mall
Go to Gavleston and crawl on da wall
Me & Duke spend money and roll on 3's
I spend money like it grows on trees!

(Verse Four: Taz)
If you ain't a millionare you cant ball wit me
Girl if you ain't a star you cant get caught wit me
Ain't nobody gon' represent the south like me
Ain't nobody got rocks in they mouth like me
I'ma shine no matter what the cost
Maybe I'm da boss nobody play the flaught wit me
You claim you ballin hard you ain't spendin G's
We only roll 20-inches on our Bentley's
T-A-Z ballin is what you hate ta say
Twenty D's in my rang can you pay da fee
Wit out money I dont know how my day would be
It's Hill Wood puttin it down playa we Sucka Free, that's right!

(Chorus 4X: Lil' Flip)
Everyday I'm ballin (ooohh da way y'all ball)
Bourbon is crawlin (ooohhh da way y'all ball)
Texas to New Orleans we ballin (ooohh da way y'all ball)

(Verse Five: Lil' Flip)
Look everybody in my click got Ninja bikes
Please take off ya ring I got bigger ice
I shoot craps in Vegas they got bigger dice
I re-did my teeth platinum for a bigger price
I got drop-top toys like Fisher Price
I like 2000 cars they got bigger lights
I got 20's at night jus' ta blow ya mind
I pull up in a crawla jus' ta slow ya down (*tires schreeching*)
When I pull up at da light women stop and giggle (Girls:Hey Flip,Hey Flip)
I tell em girl ya look good hop in da middle
I'ma Texas boy and I like ta ball a lot
I got 2 Prime Co's women call a lot (Hello,Hello)
I cant help dat I'ma star its in my Jeans-N-Trace
I got my name on my arm ScreensNPlates
I'm Lil' Flip and I'm all about stockin change
You say ya gotta million nigga that's pocket change
I'm ballin, I'm ballin!

(Chorus 4X: Lil' Flip)
Everyday I'm ballin (ooohhh da way y'all ball)
Bourbon is crawlin (oooohh da way y'all ball)
Texas to New Orleans we ballin (oohh da way y'all ball)

(Harmonized: Lil' Flip)
sippin on lean ya know I'm lookin clean
watchin T.V screens 20 diamonds in my rriinngg!
we bbbaaallllliiinnnggg!
khakis wit a creese platinum on my teeth
ya know I'm Sucka Free till I DDDD-III-EEEE!
we bbbaaallliiinngggggg!

(Girl Singing)
I like da way you playas ball I like
dem diamonds when ya smile it jus da way
you playas shots and roll on 20's all da time
ooohhh!drastic!da way ya'll ball!

(feat. Robin Andre)

[Chorus:]
Tell me why
I cant see where I'm goin
No
When everybody else sees
Where I'm comin from
And I don't know why
I travel down these dead end roads
I gotta turn this car around
And find my way home.

[Lil Flip:]
Will you listen to my music do you feel my shit
Look I don't need punch lines cuz I live my shit
A lot of cats sellin their soul for radio play
That's why we need more rappers like Common n Kanye
Nigga scared to be broke so they fake it to make it
If my album went gold I'd still be the greatest
Back in the days I would get caught for truency
But now I'm puttin money back in my community
I took my homies out the hood n now they got jobs
Cuz there's more to life then dodgin cop cars
I played the block hard n now I play the pop charts
But now I'm getting dumb money cuz I got smart

[Chorus:]
Tell me why
I can't see where I'm goin
No
When everybody else sees
Where I'm comin from
And I don't know why
I travel down these dead end roads
I gotta turn this car around
And find my way home.

[Lil Flip:]
Hey yo I never seen a man cry til I seen a man die
So when you talk to me look me in my damn eyes
Cuz I been through it all and my scars prove it
Cuz when it come to that paper homie Ima do it
I just rhyme part time you better know it
These lines commin from my mind so I never wrote it
I keep my nine by my spine so I never show it
Yeah im addicted to pine but I never grow it
And the reason I got signed is cuz im a poet
Half of my niggas doin time but im focused
Thats why im stayin on the grind if u havent noticed
That old cadillac transformed fully loaded

[Chorus:]
Tell me why
I can't see where I'm goin
No
When everybody else sees
Where I'm comin from
And I don't know why
I travel down these dead end roads
I gotta turn this car around
And find my way home.

When ya new album drop everybody ya friend
Niggas actin like they down but I know they pretend
I used to scrape up money for studio time
I'm like Jay-Z homie I remember my rhymes
Ain't nobody helped me out when my cash was low
My bills commin to fast so I had to blow
And I walked by fate not by sight
Cuz I know G-O-D will guide me right
I take the bitter with the sweet I know u feel my pain
Why we gotta get harassed when we board the plane
I ain't tryin to preach to ya but I hope you relate
Cuz even at a dead end you gotta find your way
OK
OK

[Chorus:]
Tell me why
I can't see where I'm goin
No
When everybody else sees
Where I'm comin from
And I don't know why
I travel down these dead end roads
I gotta turn this car around
And find my way home.

[Lil Flip: talking]
Yeah
I wanna dedicate this track right here to my grandparents
You know
They stuck with me
Through thick n thin
You know what I'm sayin since day one.
I got my family.
You know I ain't got no back problem.
So I dedicated this to you.
Pray to God you gonna find a way.
Holla back.

(feat. Mya)

You are now rockin' wit The Symphony

[Lil' Flip:]
Yessir
It's ya boy Fliperachi the #1 fly boy (yeaahhh)
I'm the building wit my girl Mya (fo' sho)
You know we doin' a song for the ladies, they want records too, you know
So if you want to come kick it wit some real pimp, a real man, a young boss
Girl money don't run out
Let me holla if you down wit Clover G's (fo' sho)

[Hook: Mya (Lil' Flip w/ ad libs)]
I know that you'd take care of me, baby please (that's right, that's right)
No baby is not jealousy, jealousy
I know that I know that you pimpin' you pimpiiiinn'
I know that I know that so I'm flippin' I'm flippiiinnnn

[Verse 1:]
The first day we met, I was in my vet
I just left Warner Brothers pickin' up my check (hahaaa)
I pulled up in Wing Stop just to get me a bike
Rubber cush on my blunt so I'm high as a kite
Red monkeys wit a crist twelve hundred to pop
And when you walk by I couldn't do nothin' but watch
Cause I know you wit a cat who ain't treatin' you right
And if you wanna be happy you should leave him right now
I got a ten o'clock flight on my G-5 girl
Let me upgrade you, no more Levi's girl
I'mma show you finer thangs you can cruise the world
And when we come back you gon' have bluest purse
Yessir

[Hook]

[Verse 2:]
I ain't a pimp no more, that was '99 (99)
Cause when it came to the bread I had to get mine
Top down when I'm roll up the Vegas Strip
Four pound on my hip in case a nigga trip
A hundred dollar chips, let's gamble ma (let's go)
And if the crowd get thick let's scramble ma (let's go)
No gal can cook shrimp better than ma (haha)
I had a gal ain't know what berretta or nine
After this, I'mma drop "Ahead of My Time"
The true thangs that I love is my bread and my dyme
They be like "Flip man you got a lazy flow"
That's when I say "oh wellll, I make crazy dough"
Chuchhh Chuchhh

[Hook: w/ Mya singing]
You always say the things to make me staaaayyyyy
He then told me that you would change your waaayyyysss
You always got the best from meeee
I gave 'em to you faithfully
I'm flippin' now I gotta get awaaaayyyyy

[Verse 3:]
So come and roll wit a fly boy
You can be my fly girl
Just you and I girl
The kid ballin' like Jim Jones (balliiiiiinnnnnnnnn)
Cause I made about 8 million ringtones (balliiiiiinnnnnnnnn)
I'm a certified mack in the streets
How many rappers got ice on the back (but they not too many)
I do it big like that rapper from&nbsp;???
While you exit home put your ring out (hahaaa)
And we on private jets sippin' real wine
I was in the projects watchin' feds crime
But now I'm doin' projects gettin' paid now (yeahh)
There go the paparazzi go and put your head down (cheese, cheese)

[Hook]

<i>[Lil' Flip]</i>
Hey pimpin' (hey pimpin')
Them diamonds you wearin' (which ones?)
Them yellow diamonds (oh these?)
They ain't real yellow diamonds homie (how you know?)
Them treated diamonds playa, haha
I'm baaacckk

<i>[Hook]</i>
I'm a fly boy
I'm a I'm a fly boy
I'm a fly boy
I'm a I'm a fly boy
I'm a fly boy
I'm a I'm a fly boy
Save all the talkin' cause you blowin' my high boy (Aye, aye, aye)

<i>[Verse 1]</i>
You see my paint (you see my paint)
Nigga you see my whip (you see my whip)
On twenty-siiixxes, bitch you know it's Flip
I got my stunna shades (I got my stunna shades)
I got my game tight (I got my game tight)
I fly G-5's, I don't have to change flights (haha)
Oh yes, the chest got VVS (VVS)
So many drugs I can open up a CVS (come get it)
Gucci flip flops (Gucci flips flops)
Gucci tank top (Gucci tank top)
'Fore my patna Screw I pour a lil' drank out (rest in peace)
Who flyer than me? (you?)
Who higher than me? (stop)
I'm gettin' head like Shawna ??
I'm supplyin' the streets, it ain't no denyin' a G (nope)
Look I'm the first one (wit what?), wit platinum on his teeth cause

<i>[Hook 2x]</i>

<i>[Verse 2]</i>
When I pull up all them hoes be
Tryin' to leave the club
Will they smoke some bud wit us?
Good girls like thug niggas
Po' nigga, I dare any one of y'all to try me
Even when I take a shit that pistol right by me (which side?)
I'll be, grindin' til they put my body in a tomb
Screens in my whip, bigger than the ones that's in your living room (yeah)
Candy paint shined up, twenty cars lined up (ooohh-weeee)
And they all cost bra (how much?) triple your house dawg (haha)
Call me Flip or 'Flipperachi' call me anythin' but broke
All I need is V12 nigga I can cook coke (yeah)
I'm the number one fly boy you peepin' out my chain (bling!)
I'm at the strip club, makin' hundreds rain cause

<i>[Hook (2x)]</i>

<i>[Verse 3]</i>
Yo my Chevy ridin' high boy
Twelve hundred dollar shades on my eyes boy
Twelve thousand dollar blades on my ride boy
Four 18's got me soundin' like a quire boy, haha
I slow the car down and speed it up
Hey chump, I slowed your broad down and beat it up, haha
So don't be playin' wit a G shawty
Cause I can make you disappear for a G shawty
They always talk about the kid in the street shawty
The kid got more beef than the meat market, let me park it
Cause I don't trust valet wit my keys
Let's make a bet for 50 large, who flyer than me? nobody

<i>[Hook]</i>

<i>[Lil' Flip]</i>
Hey pimpin' (hey pimpin')
Them diamonds you wearin' (which ones?)
Them yellow diamonds (oh these?)
They ain't real yellow diamonds homie (how you know?)
Them treated diamonds playa, haha
I'm baaacckk

<i>[Hook]</i>
I'm a fly boy
I'm a I'm a fly boy
I'm a fly boy
I'm a I'm a fly boy
I'm a fly boy
I'm a I'm a fly boy
Save all the talkin' cause you blowin' my high boy (Aye, aye, aye)

<i>[Verse 1]</i>
You see my paint (you see my paint)
Nigga you see my whip (you see my whip)
On twenty-siiixxes, bitch you know it's Flip
I got my stunna shades (I got my stunna shades)
I got my game tight (I got my game tight)
I fly G-5's, I don't have to change flights (haha)
Oh yes, the chest got VVS (VVS)
So many drugs I can open up a CVS (come get it)
Gucci flip flops (Gucci flips flops)
Gucci tank top (Gucci tank top)
'Fore my patna Screw I pour a lil' drank out (rest in peace)
Who flyer than me? (you?)
Who higher than me? (stop)
I'm gettin' head like Shawna ??
I'm supplyin' the streets, it ain't no denyin' a G (nope)
Look I'm the first one (wit what?), wit platinum on his teeth cause

<i>[Hook 2x]</i>

<i>[Verse 2]</i>
When I pull up all them hoes be
Tryin' to leave the club
Will they smoke some bud wit us?
Good girls like thug niggas
Po' nigga, I dare any one of y'all to try me
Even when I take a shit that pistol right by me (which side?)
I'll be, grindin' til they put my body in a tomb
Screens in my whip, bigger than the ones that's in your living room (yeah)
Candy paint shined up, twenty cars lined up (ooohh-weeee)
And they all cost bra (how much?) triple your house dawg (haha)
Call me Flip or 'Flipperachi' call me anythin' but broke
All I need is V12 nigga I can cook coke (yeah)
I'm the number one fly boy you peepin' out my chain (bling!)
I'm at the strip club, makin' hundreds rain cause

<i>[Hook (2x)]</i>

<i>[Verse 3]</i>
Yo my Chevy ridin' high boy
Twelve hundred dollar shades on my eyes boy
Twelve thousand dollar blades on my ride boy
Four 18's got me soundin' like a quire boy, haha
I slow the car down and speed it up
Hey chump, I slowed your broad down and beat it up, haha
So don't be playin' wit a G shawty
Cause I can make you disappear for a G shawty
They always talk about the kid in the street shawty
The kid got more beef than the meat market, let me park it
Cause I don't trust valet wit my keys
Let's make a bet for 50 large, who flyer than me? nobody

<i>[Hook]</i>

<i>[Lil' Flip]</i>
Hey pimpin' (hey pimpin')
Them diamonds you wearin' (which ones?)
Them yellow diamonds (oh these?)
They ain't real yellow diamonds homie (how you know?)
Them treated diamonds playa, haha
I'm baaacckk

<i>[Hook]</i>
I'm a fly boy
I'm a I'm a fly boy
I'm a fly boy
I'm a I'm a fly boy
I'm a fly boy
I'm a I'm a fly boy
Save all the talkin' cause you blowin' my high boy (Aye, aye, aye)

<i>[Verse 1]</i>
You see my paint (you see my paint)
Nigga you see my whip (you see my whip)
On twenty-siiixxes, bitch you know it's Flip
I got my stunna shades (I got my stunna shades)
I got my game tight (I got my game tight)
I fly G-5's, I don't have to change flights (haha)
Oh yes, the chest got VVS (VVS)
So many drugs I can open up a CVS (come get it)
Gucci flip flops (Gucci flips flops)
Gucci tank top (Gucci tank top)
'Fore my patna Screw I pour a lil' drank out (rest in peace)
Who flyer than me? (you?)
Who higher than me? (stop)
I'm gettin' head like Shawna ??
I'm supplyin' the streets, it ain't no denyin' a G (nope)
Look I'm the first one (wit what?), wit platinum on his teeth cause

<i>[Hook 2x]</i>

<i>[Verse 2]</i>
When I pull up all them hoes be
Tryin' to leave the club
Will they smoke some bud wit us?
Good girls like thug niggas
Po' nigga, I dare any one of y'all to try me
Even when I take a shit that pistol right by me (which side?)
I'll be, grindin' til they put my body in a tomb
Screens in my whip, bigger than the ones that's in your living room (yeah)
Candy paint shined up, twenty cars lined up (ooohh-weeee)
And they all cost bra (how much?) triple your house dawg (haha)
Call me Flip or 'Flipperachi' call me anythin' but broke
All I need is V12 nigga I can cook coke (yeah)
I'm the number one fly boy you peepin' out my chain (bling!)
I'm at the strip club, makin' hundreds rain cause

<i>[Hook (2x)]</i>

<i>[Verse 3]</i>
Yo my Chevy ridin' high boy
Twelve hundred dollar shades on my eyes boy
Twelve thousand dollar blades on my ride boy
Four 18's got me soundin' like a quire boy, haha
I slow the car down and speed it up
Hey chump, I slowed your broad down and beat it up, haha
So don't be playin' wit a G shawty
Cause I can make you disappear for a G shawty
They always talk about the kid in the street shawty
The kid got more beef than the meat market, let me park it
Cause I don't trust valet wit my keys
Let's make a bet for 50 large, who flyer than me? nobody

<i>[Hook]</i>

I come in the club everybody standin' on the corner
But me some weed, speed, or some marijuana
You can get it right here or get it right there
But when the laws pull up get away from 'round there
Niggas thinkin' that the nigga changin
Just 'cause a nigga platinum be hanging
I still got the same niggas that I'm with
If a nigga owe me money we gon'shoot up his shit
I use to sell work I use to sell pints
But now I'm doing shit I gotta million in the bank
I done made a lot of moves and payed a lot of dues
Nigga if you fuck with me, you might make the news
Now niggas get on T.V then forget they partnas
The ones that keep it real come sharp with the choppas
The one who drank and lean in they house
Them lil niggas be the one who represent the south uh

[Chorus:]
I want the money
I don't give a fuck about the fame
No matter how rich I get Lil' Flip will never change
I want the money
I don't give a fuck about the fame
I do this shit so I can have some pocket change

Now every time I come back somebody went to jail
But they taught us don't go to school and fail
I didn't go to college but its money in my wallet
And I just bought a Jag '0 mileage
And I keep a clip ya know I'm strapped
And you was hatin' on me nigga you might get slapped
Ya telephone tap'ed got the (?)matter of fact
It don't look good for you to be standing on blocks
Nigga what about the cops rollin through looking
And everybody know that you sellin and cookin
So get yo mind right nigga stay out the streets
You seen what I did, now I play with these beats

[Chorus:]

I'm like a hundred-dollar bill I'm hard change
And now its funny everybody ain't acting the same
Rule number one never tell these rats learn ya business
Rule two never ever burn by bridges
I had niggas that was hatin' now they in my face
Way before "buy the car, by the house", "diamondsNyaface"
Now they see me in the streets I want to do a song
Nigga yous a hoe go back to yo home!
'Cause you ain't selling records don't get mad
'Cause you see me ballin' hard in a dropped Jag
When you see me at the source chunk up the duece
'Cause I represent the Cloverland jumpin' out my Coupe
I still be the same nigga on the scene
I'm still gone be the only freestyle king

[Chorus:]

[Talking]
For the hoe ass niggas
This for the niggas, hoe ass niggas
Look at the nigga right next to you, look at him
Is he real, is that nigga real, is that girl real
Is that girl real, huh

[Chorus]
He a hoe, he a hoe, he a hoe, he a hoe
If that nigga owe you money, he a hoe
She a hoe, she a hoe, she a hoe, she a hoe
If that hoe won't let you fuck, she a hoe
He a hoe, he a hoe, he a hoe, he a hoe
If he don't want to sell you weed, he a hoe
She a hoe, she a hoe, she a hoe, she a hoe
If she don't want to give you head, she a hoe

[Lil' Flip]
They call me Thunder Cat, cause I got so many hoes
They call me cookie man, cause I sold so many o's
Did a lot of shows, made a lot of cash
Slid out the Benz, jumped in a jag
Jumped out the Jag, then I hopped in a Hummer
Guess what I drop, underground this summer
But get ready, for the shit about to hit the air
And bitch you ain't smoking endo, so I don't care

[Chorus]

[Lil Ron]
Say Flip, look at all these hoes
Some are girls, but its niggas also
I'm tired of getting attention, when walking in places
Niggas is hating, I'm fin to hurt they faces
Change the paces, winning the races
Money I'm making, cookies a nigga baking
Feeling my status, above average
Lil Ron be ready for all that static

[Lil' Flip]
We got automatics, nigga we still thuggin'
Nigga we still hustlin', all the hoes still loving
The way that we flowing, the cars that we driving
The way that we hustle, that's the way we surviving
Going to shows, going to clubs
Riding on Blaze, riding on Dubs
We from the south, we country as hell
why'all smoking that brown weed, we got that funky smell
The dro and the do-do, the blueberry endo
Riding on low-lows (Flip there go the po-pos)

Step out, let me see your license
And your insurance (nah, cause)

You a hoe, you a hoe, you a hoe, you a hoe
If the laws pull you over, he a hoe
She a hoe, she a hoe, she a hoe, she a hoe
If she want child support, she a hoe
He a hoe, he a hoe, he a hoe, he a hoe
If he fucked up your car, he a hoe
She a hoe, she a hoe, she a hoe, she a hoe
If she tear up your Bentley she a hoe

[Redd]
I ain't never been the type, to be in love with a hoe
Instead I'm trying to leave, out the club with a hoe
A basket case, I spit in a bastard's face
Walk in, crash the party, and trash the place
Fuck it I tried to tell em, some niggas wouldn't like it
Too bad, you should of seen it coming like a psychic
Then its, back to the Benz that's sitting on chrome men
Waving at the hoes, yelling aiight then

[Chorus]

[David Banner]
Ki's from over seas, for me that's just some cain
30 g's and robbing lanes, that's just some change
Bows from them hoes, you know, that's just them thangs
Listen to my pimp game, listen to my pimp game
Yeah fuck em, my nuts let em suck em and let em go
Mississippi, p-p-p-pimping, mayne fa sho
Coming down, gripping grain up on the do'
On the flo man you slow, and not knowing that she's a hoe
You give her all your feelings, she giving me all your do'
I'm shopping all day, for Polo and hydro
Weed greed man, her pussy is what you need
I'll fuck her in the puss, she giving you all them seeds

[Lil' Flip]
All my down south niggas get crunk (get crunk)
And all my eastcoast niggas get crunk (get crunk)
All the westcoast niggas get crunk (get crunk)
All the up North niggas get crunk (get crunk)
All the midwest niggas get crunk (get crunk)
All the K.C. niggas get crunk (get crunk)
All the H-Town niggas get crunk (get crunk)
All the Pensacola niggas get crunk (get crunk)

[Redd]
Whenever you see a hoe, point em out (point em out)
Whenever you see a hoe, point em out (point em out)
Even if you know a hoe, point em out (point em out)
Whenever you see a hoe, point em out (point em out)

[David Banner]
All my Mississippi niggas get crunk (get crunk)
All my Mississippi niggas get crunk (get crunk)
All my Mississippi niggas get crunk (get crunk)

[Talking]
That's all I know my nigga, nah for real though
Baton Rouge, you know I'm talkin bout
Oklahoma coming down and L.A.

We came here to get it crunk like jump
In the club with our middle fingers up like jump
Now, we gonna make ?em stomp like jump
Niggas get out of line we hit ?em up like

Well, I'm flippin' and grippin' my wood grain steering wheel
I made a mill at eighteen, nigga how it feel
It feel good to cash checks every other day, yes
If you ain't talkin' bout money, go the other way

Miss me with that bullshit dawg, I'm on the grind
You disrespect me while I'm on stage, it's goin' down
Bottles, chairs, whatever I get my hands on
You can bet your bottom dollar they get some

If you think you strong enough to take a shot, jump
I bet you changin' your mind when you lookin' now, jump
These niggas like to talk shit, then apologize, I'm sorry, I'm sorry
You put my name in a verse then I gotta ride

We came here to get it crunk like jump
In the club with our middle fingers up like jump
Now, we gonna make ?em stomp like, jump
Niggas get out of line we hit ?em up like

We came here to get it crunk like jump
In the club with our middle fingers up like jump
Now, we gonna make ?em stomp like jump
Niggas get out of line we hit ?em up like

Look I'm a pimp
Mine is the 3 piece suit
My grill the same color as my GT Coupe
Gators snappin' on my feet like they fresh out the jungle

There's a nine in my vest, but it's a tec' in my Hummer
I know I make y'all niggas wonder how I'm gettin' that cash
?Cause when we gotta drop, I ain't spendin' my last
The prices jump

If you out of town and you need a bird jump
I could ban him and blow his brains on the fuckin' curve jump
You don't want beef wit my squad nigga jump
Come out the club off note, you gettin' rob nigga, so jump

Stupid if you wanted dawg
These hollow tips
Gon' put you in a coma dawg
You dig?

We came here to get it crunk like jump
In the club with our middle fingers up like jump
Now, we gonna make ?em stomp like jump
Niggas get out of line we hit ?em up like

We came here to get it crunk like jump
In the club with our middle fingers up like jump
Now, we gonna make ?em stomp like jump
Niggas get out of line we hit ?em up like

Hey, niggas claim they got guns but they ain't shot nobody
Or you a stick up kid why you ain't got nobody? Stop lyin?
Niggas at the bar buyin' shit they can't afford
You think he ballin' until you see his Honda Accord

And tell valet not to scratch my wheel
Or he gon' leave here wit a busted lip
Me and Crime Boss rollin' in my Coupe Deville
I ain't tryin' leave you in but I shoot to kill

Hey, I'm like Jeezy, I trap or die
And I don't pop, pop, I rather fire
I'm a thug and you know it, you damn right I show it
Twenty two's on my lotus just in case you haven't noticed

We came here to get it crunk like jump
In the club with our middle fingers up like jump
Now, we gonna make ?em stomp like jump
Niggas get out of line we hit ?em up like

We came here to get it crunk like jump
In the club with our middle fingers up like jump
Now, we gonna make ?em stomp like jump
Niggas get out of line we hit ?em up like

Hey I bet he won't jump
Keep talkin' all that shit but I bet he won't jump
Keep talkin' all that shit but I bet he won't jump
She talkin' all that shit but I bet she won't jump

She actin' like a bitch ?cause I know she won't jump
Oh, oh, oh, you better not jump
Oh, oh, oh, you better not jump
Oh, oh, oh, y'all better not jump

Oh, oh, you fuck around and get jump
Ha, ha, Whoo, shout to my nigga Zab Judah
Floyd Mayweather, Roy Jones, Winky Wright know what I'm sayin'?
What up to my nigga Bernard Hopkins? Yeah, holla at yo boy

We came here to get it crunk like jump
In the club with our middle fingers up like jump
Now, we gonna make ?em stomp like jump
Niggas get out of line we hit ?em up like

Well, I'm flippin' and grippin' my wood grain steering wheel
I made a mill at eighteen, nigga how it feel
It feel good to cash checks every other day, yes
If you ain't talkin' bout money, go the other way

Miss me with that bullshit dawg, I'm on the grind
You disrespect me while I'm on stage, it's goin' down
Bottles, chairs, whatever I get my hands on
You can bet your bottom dollar they get some

If you think you strong enough to take a shot, jump
I bet you changin' your mind when you lookin' now, jump
These niggas like to talk shit, then apologize, I'm sorry, I'm sorry
You put my name in a verse then I gotta ride

We came here to get it crunk like jump
In the club with our middle fingers up like jump
Now, we gonna make ?em stomp like, jump
Niggas get out of line we hit ?em up like

We came here to get it crunk like jump
In the club with our middle fingers up like jump
Now, we gonna make ?em stomp like jump
Niggas get out of line we hit ?em up like

Look I'm a pimp
Mine is the 3 piece suit
My grill the same color as my GT Coupe
Gators snappin' on my feet like they fresh out the jungle

There's a nine in my vest, but it's a tec' in my Hummer
I know I make y'all niggas wonder how I'm gettin' that cash
?Cause when we gotta drop, I ain't spendin' my last
The prices jump

If you out of town and you need a bird jump
I could ban him and blow his brains on the fuckin' curve jump
You don't want beef wit my squad nigga jump
Come out the club off note, you gettin' rob nigga, so jump

Stupid if you wanted dawg
These hollow tips
Gon' put you in a coma dawg
You dig?

We came here to get it crunk like jump
In the club with our middle fingers up like jump
Now, we gonna make ?em stomp like jump
Niggas get out of line we hit ?em up like

We came here to get it crunk like jump
In the club with our middle fingers up like jump
Now, we gonna make ?em stomp like jump
Niggas get out of line we hit ?em up like

Hey, niggas claim they got guns but they ain't shot nobody
Or you a stick up kid why you ain't got nobody? Stop lyin?
Niggas at the bar buyin' shit they can't afford
You think he ballin' until you see his Honda Accord

And tell valet not to scratch my wheel
Or he gon' leave here wit a busted lip
Me and Crime Boss rollin' in my Coupe Deville
I ain't tryin' leave you in but I shoot to kill

Hey, I'm like Jeezy, I trap or die
And I don't pop, pop, I rather fire
I'm a thug and you know it, you damn right I show it
Twenty two's on my lotus just in case you haven't noticed

We came here to get it crunk like jump
In the club with our middle fingers up like jump
Now, we gonna make ?em stomp like jump
Niggas get out of line we hit ?em up like

We came here to get it crunk like jump
In the club with our middle fingers up like jump
Now, we gonna make ?em stomp like jump
Niggas get out of line we hit ?em up like

Hey I bet he won't jump
Keep talkin' all that shit but I bet he won't jump
Keep talkin' all that shit but I bet he won't jump
She talkin' all that shit but I bet she won't jump

She actin' like a bitch ?cause I know she won't jump
Oh, oh, oh, you better not jump
Oh, oh, oh, you better not jump
Oh, oh, oh, y'all better not jump

Oh, oh, you fuck around and get jump
Ha, ha, Whoo, shout to my nigga Zab Judah
Floyd Mayweather, Roy Jones, Winky Wright know what I'm sayin'?
What up to my nigga Bernard Hopkins? Yeah, holla at yo boy

(Chorus)
In this world I'm gon' pity
I was raised in the ghetto-out the city
(Naaaaah, mmmmmmm)
In this world I'm gon' pity
I was raised in the ghetto-out the city
(Naaaaah, mmmmmmm)

(Verse 1)
Look I was raised in in the (ghetto)
I got payed in the (ghetto)
alot of gangsta's got made in the (ghetto)
alot of wanksta's got, got in the (ghetto)
got shot in the (ghetto)-but not popped in they metal
I use to hang out with the ol' G's and peep game
they use to send me to the store and tell me keep the change
now it's eight years later and I run shit
kiss the ring 'cause now I'm on some dumb shit
and I ain't with that kissing ass shit dawg
you owe me stacks, don't hold me back-I'm backin heat with the Heatmakers
I can spitt it from the head I don't need a piece of loose sleeve paper
you wonder why I never mix and mingle
I'd rather roll a dutch and mix my single
and I don't know about ya'll but I'm workin
and I don't know about you but I ain't hurtin'



(Chorus)
In this world I'm gon' pity
I was raised in the ghetto-out the city
(Naaaaah, mmmmmmm)

(Verse 2)
My neighborhood ain't shit like Mister Rogers
cause in the(ghetto)niggaz quick to squabble
everybody unemployed in the (ghetto)-well fair, health care
shit the game ain't fair-alot of ya'll never come back to the (ghetto)
'cause ya'll greedy ass f**k
niggaz don't take care of they kids they'd rather by a new truck
you wanna be a ghetto star and ride in the hood
cause when the D's post up it's goin down in the hood
it's understood that more paper, bring more haters
everybody wanna coach but we need more players
in eighth grade I got paid on a regular basis
I'm stepping out with Air Max with the regular laces

(Chorus)
In this world I'm gon' pity
I was raised in the ghetto-out the city
(Naaaaah, mmmmmmm)

Something is holdin me back (repeat til the end)

(feat. Lyfe Jennings)

[Lil' Flip:]
Whooooooo!

[Lyfe Jennings:]
Uh [x8] (talk to em Lyfe) uh [x4] (talk to em Lyfe) uh [x4]

[Chorus x2: Lyfe Jennings]
I just can't go..... I just can't stay... I just can't, you just wont
I just can't get away.......

[Lil' Flip:]
Ghetto mindstate!
At 15 I was making moves
Drinking beer shooting dice at school
When most niggas had a 9 to 5 shit
On the block we making 9 to 5 grand...
Each day yeah we got cheap yay (holla)
My niggas on lock they called me on 3 way
The hood hot like a crock pot
Dope fiends cutting yards for a 20 piece of crack rock
Around my way aint nobody watching matlock
We trynna hot wire cars and break pad locks
Turn soft to hard drop it in glad locks
And drive flashy cars and get mad props
And still I wont change
Last week they caught my patna with a block of caine
And can't no amount of money stop the pain
They gave him 35 years his momma went insaine

[Chorus x2]

[Lil' Flip:]
Ghetto mindstate!
Coming up with no father figure
I guess that made me a harder nigga (why?)
Cuz I dont like to ask for shit
When I came in the game with a half a brick (yes!)
But I aint telling lil' kids to go that route
But is on TV everyday like they dont know that route
And Lil girls being fast
Being grown trynna Flirt
Leaving home wearing pants
Then change in to a skirt
Huh!
I live in the ghetto I stay in the ghetto (yeah!)
Run up grown Im spraying that metal
Cuz aint shit sweet around my way
All I know is one thing how to get paid (yeah!)
With Lyfe on the hook I know we got another hit
This motivational music
I know you feeling this (ey!)
And i was raised in a church
But were Im from you gotta do that work

[Chorus x2]

[Lil' Flip:]
Why everybody trynna bring me down
Because of me they respect H-town
Look I was here when yall wouldnt around
The first week you did a alright
But then that shit went down
Why everybody trynna bring me down
Because of me they respect H-town
Look I was here when yall wouldnt around
The first week you did a alright
But then that shit went down!!

[Lyfe Jennings:]
They tell you you were born to die
Yo momma she was born to cry
Yo woman she was born to lie
Hold you down so you can't rely
I tell you that its all a lie
Young nigga You just gotta try
Keep your eyes up on the sky
Don't let your dreams pass you by
Cuz somebody said

(feat. Lyfe Jennings)

[Lil' Flip:]
Whooooooo!

[Lyfe Jennings:]
Uh [x8] (talk to em Lyfe) uh [x4] (talk to em Lyfe) uh [x4]

[Chorus x2: Lyfe Jennings]
I just can't go..... I just can't stay... I just can't, you just wont
I just can't get away.......

[Lil' Flip:]
Ghetto mindstate!
At 15 I was making moves
Drinking beer shooting dice at school
When most niggas had a 9 to 5 shit
On the block we making 9 to 5 grand...
Each day yeah we got cheap yay (holla)
My niggas on lock they called me on 3 way
The hood hot like a crock pot
Dope fiends cutting yards for a 20 piece of crack rock
Around my way aint nobody watching matlock
We trynna hot wire cars and break pad locks
Turn soft to hard drop it in glad locks
And drive flashy cars and get mad props
And still I wont change
Last week they caught my patna with a block of caine
And can't no amount of money stop the pain
They gave him 35 years his momma went insaine

[Chorus x2]

[Lil' Flip:]
Ghetto mindstate!
Coming up with no father figure
I guess that made me a harder nigga (why?)
Cuz I dont like to ask for shit
When I came in the game with a half a brick (yes!)
But I aint telling lil' kids to go that route
But is on TV everyday like they dont know that route
And Lil girls being fast
Being grown trynna Flirt
Leaving home wearing pants
Then change in to a skirt
Huh!
I live in the ghetto I stay in the ghetto (yeah!)
Run up grown Im spraying that metal
Cuz aint shit sweet around my way
All I know is one thing how to get paid (yeah!)
With Lyfe on the hook I know we got another hit
This motivational music
I know you feeling this (ey!)
And i was raised in a church
But were Im from you gotta do that work

[Chorus x2]

[Lil' Flip:]
Why everybody trynna bring me down
Because of me they respect H-town
Look I was here when yall wouldnt around
The first week you did a alright
But then that shit went down
Why everybody trynna bring me down
Because of me they respect H-town
Look I was here when yall wouldnt around
The first week you did a alright
But then that shit went down!!

[Lyfe Jennings:]
They tell you you were born to die
Yo momma she was born to cry
Yo woman she was born to lie
Hold you down so you can't rely
I tell you that its all a lie
Young nigga You just gotta try
Keep your eyes up on the sky
Don't let your dreams pass you by
Cuz somebody said

(Talking)
Ay this what I do nigga
I do this shit with my eyes closed nigga (fuh sho, fuh sho)
y'all niggaz tryin too hard man heheh...yea Clover G's!

(Verse 1 - Flip)
Uhhh lyrically I'm a menace
I'll take ya chain and ya tennis
I was raised in the Clover, I roll with Note and the Chemist
no more shoppin at Mervan's, cause I'm tourin in Burlan
candy paint flip flop, on my black Excursion
now I'm creepin the block, with my wrist all rocked
put up ya lighters for BIG, now light a blunt up for Pac
fuck all this beefin on beats nigga we deep in the streets
and all the beef I ever had, I got out my teeth
I'm a young ass nigga with a master plan
I make a hundred grand everytime I move my hand
niggaz tryna diss me just to get a fan - but I'm rich bitch you understand
cop them cars, cop them cribs, cop them guns just for fun
I'll bring ya hat to ya, once I put my gat to ya
y'all niggaz can't fuck with me cause I'm a Clover G and I got respect
and for that paper I'll bounce yo'ass like a check
I've paid my dues from the start - this music poetry art
y'all rappers ain't that smart...now get ya weight up nigga

(Chorus - Flip)
Just give me a beat (beat) and I'll kick a rhyme (rhyme)
you gotta get yours (yours), I gotta get mine (mine)
Just give me a beat (beat) and I'll kick a rhyme (rhyme)
see I'm different from y'all, I'm livin my rhymes

(Verse 2 - Flip)
I'm a thug ass nigga that love to bust
I only know one thing "In God We Trust"
you bitch ass niggaz ain't hard as us
you wanna little B - O you better smarten up
I bought that truck, drive that 'Llac with two hoes I'm a mack
three albums one gold, the other two platinum plaques
I move swiftly for three gigs it's 250
I went to Amsterdam for a week and I blew sticky
all that weed I got to light one
out of all these hoes I got the right one
you know my name baby (Flip) - I hope yo'brain crazy
you did it, I love it - we did it in public
look you ain't my girlfriend either you with it or fuck it
don't get attached to my charm, just bring my stacks in the morn'
cause I'm a G and you know it with twenty tats on my arm
I change my style like the weather - cause every year I get better
game smooth as the ocean - my lyrics tight like a sweater
I change my style like the weather - cause every year I get better
game smooth as the ocean - my lyrics tight like a sweater, yea

(Chorus - Flip)
Just give me a beat (beat) and I'll kick a rhyme (rhyme)
you gotta get yours (yours), I gotta get mine (mine)
Just give me a beat (beat) and I'll kick a rhyme (rhyme)
see I'm different from y'all, I'm livin my rhymes (whaaaat)

(chorus: Cresia)
And I just gotta be me...me...me
And I'm gonna stay sucka free...free...free
And I just gotta be me...

(Lil' Flip)
I'm an 18 year old CEO
I got fans thats dyin to see me flow
my favorite movie is CB-4
H$E Click you know we throwed
I'm 6 foot 1 on the digital scale
I'm a ghetto star and a man as well
and I'm all about my mail like a man in jail
I wonder if I put my tape out, can it sell?
only time will tell how many copies get sold
and I pray to god that I live to get old
cuz half of my homeboys already dead
and the other half doin time with the feds
I'm like the CincinnatI Reds I'm playin ball for the pennant
and if I fall while I'm tryin I start from the beginning
they say practice make perfect and it really paid off
I'm my own boss now so I can't get laid off
and I'm gonna stay the same flip no matter what it takes
and I won't stop rappin no matter how much I make
Whether I'm rich or broke i'ma still crack jokes
and I never turn my back on mobbin foes

(chorus)

(Lil' Flip)
I done been through a lot of pain
at an early age&nbsp;??? gave me silent game
I got knowledge but I didn't get it from college man
I'm not gonna change because I'm flyin private planes
and if I don't work, my pockets hurt
man it costs a lot of money livin on this earth
everybody got to shine but it's my turn
the early bird gets the worm that's what I learned
ever since I was a kid I had to ball
I don't smoke cigarettes and I hate alcohol
I went from being a janitor to a manager
when you become a star with me, wanna dance with yah
I'm gonna keep my platinum teeth and my pants saggin
now everybody wanna jump on the band waggon
I ain't braggin, because I got a little change,
I ain't gonna let my head blow up cuz I got a little fame
now when my cousin died things got a little strange
I know the block is hot just ask lil wayne
everybody dream about goin to hollywood
but look how fast I turned clover land into&nbsp;???

(chorus)

(Lil' Flip)
everyday I'm on the paper chase
I gotta win first place in this paper race
a lot of kids around the world wanna take my place
but momma said boy don't let nobody take your space
that's why I pay attention, so I can see
it ain't the army but I'm bein all I can be
so everyday I shop like I hit the lottery
I'm Lil' Flip that's the only thing I gotta be

(chorus)

(*talking*)
Sucka Free, Lil' Flip, Scoopastar
Feel that, I wrote this song bout
That little green rectangle
Y'all know what I'm talking about

(Chorus - 2x)
Money, hoes, that's all a nigga want
Before you jump in the game, learn your do's and dont's
You better change your money, don't let money change you
(Your money gone playa), so what you gon do

(Lil' Flip)
Now you can act like you rich, and be broke as a clock
Niggas hustle in my hood, with they dope in they socks
Niggas hustle in my hood for that green rectangle
And being on top of your game, is the best angle
Cause some people get money, and don't know how to act
Some people get money, and don't know how to stack
I'm only 18, and I got a Lac and a drop
Even though I'm rich, I still eat at Jack In The Box
Some people hustle what it cooks, I'm just taking it raw
And I ain't never been in jail, I'm good at breaking the law
Yeah I'm a young b.g., but I'm bumping and grinding
You can catch me in the studio, dumping and rhyming
You can check the billboard, I'm jumping and climbing
And all you can say is Hump and him shining
You better make your money, don't let money make you
Cause when you die, where its gon take you nigga

(Scoopastar)
I been making money, and I know how to keep it
And I don't cherish money, even though I need it
If you ain't got no money, playa you in some trouble
You better learn your do's and dont's, to make your currency level
The mo' money I collect, the mo' fatles people catch
While you out there roaching, I'll be catching platinum checks
Man this money don't make me, I make this money
I can tell you ain't never had none, cause you acting funny
Dummy, what you got today, will be gone tomorrow
I know some niggas that was gon feed us, asking me to borrow
Follow a broke nigga, and you gon be the next
I like wrecking hoes, but its salary over sex
What's next, if your partna turning back all your pennies
I wonder how them cats'll act, if somebody gave em a Bentley
I know niggas that change, when they pockets grew
But when your money gone playa, what you gon do

(Lil' Flip)
So what you got a little money, and now you capping
Your chain really white gold, but you swear its platinum
When you was broke and your gal, use to kick you out
Who was the one that came through, and didn't stick you out
Now you running round town, yapping and talking
I was the nigga down with you, when you was rapping and walking
So what you got a little deal, being real is worth more
That's why I stay away from niggas, like a fake shirt store
Cause when cotton gets fluffy, they quick quack like a ducky
I made it in this rap game, because I'm blessed and I'm lucky
I still eat at Kentucky, I'm still wearing Air Macs
I still carry all my raps, in a black backpack
I'm still wearing tank socks, I'm still playing John Madden
I'm still wearing bandanas, with my pant leg barely sagging
Some niggas claim red, some niggas claim blue
But whatever you do, don't let money change you

(Chorus - 2x)

(*talking*)
Y'all don't know what green rectangles is
Y'all don't know y'all shapes
The shape of money is a rectangle, feel that
Niggas acting funny over a piece of paper
Niggas killing each other over pieces of paper
You read what you sell, so don't let money change you