Lil' Flip

(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

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

<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)
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)

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...

<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

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

(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

(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

<i>[talking]</i>
Uh, Lil' Flip, them hatas still mad
Man look, Big T

<i>[Chorus: Big T]</i>
Why y'all haters still mad
I said I don't know why baby
Cause Screwed Up Click acting bad
Cause Screwed Up Click acting bad

<i>[Lil' Flip]</i>
You might see me in the benzo, sitting on Lorenzos, blowing on some endo
It's five o'clock so I'ma drop my top, and let down my window
I'm candy paint with DVD's and Playstation 2
I got a mic with a crown on top that say R.I.P. DJ Screw
But I'ma hold it down like it's supposed to go, make this Screw shit coast to coast
I can't be stopped like a locomotive, M-P-C H-P eighty rolling
My paper folding like laundromats, S-P-S black Cadillacs
E-S-1's cause cataracts, Gucci suit with the hat to match
Like Fat Pat I'm on chrome, my Prime Co. on roam
Sold out shows at the Astro Dome, y'all ain't know my money long
Y'all money gone cause we changed the game, and came with tighter flows
I wear expensive clothes got plenty hoes, cause nigga that's all I know
Like shopping sprees and credit cards, two ways and cellulars
Smoking blunts and pulling broads, everyday I'm switching cars
But I'm a superstar like Denzel, but I ain't gone win a Grammy
I sold a hundred thousand now I see why niggas can't stand me

<i>[Chorus]</i>
Why y'all haters still mad
I said I don't know why baby
Cause Swisha House acting bad
Why y'all hating the way y'all do
Why y'all haters still mad
I said I don't know why baby
Cause Screwed Up Click acting bad
Cause Screwed Up Click acting bad

<i>[Lil' Flip]</i>
All these cars I got to flip one, all these rims I got to whip one
All this wood I got to grip some, Texas boys off the hook huh
Chain and charm with two my chain, project corner with too much weight
Sleep day time and work at night, making cash is my life
Sipping Sprite and breaking mics, winning money shaking dice
Hitting licks and shaking vikes, you want three chickens pay the price
Bubble light on foreign wheels, iced out grill'll make me chill
Peanut butter in my Seville, buy a pint and pop a sill

<i>[Lil' Ron]</i>
Buy a pint and I'll pop a sill, and my blaze chop like a south-mill
Y'all hatas mad cause we in a Jag, and that Iceberg got us dressed to kill
How you feel cause I'm fired up, pour me up another cup
It's S.U.C. and Swisha House, and them big faces we fold up
Lil' Ron make you hold up while I take a trip with Lil' Flip
Blow'd get you wide up and it'll make your ass run off a cliff
Kenoe got the track throwed, we making hatas hate us bad
I'm a Rosewood thug that keeps my pants sagging

<i>[Chorus]</i>
Why y'all haters still mad
I said I don't know why baby
Cause Swisha House acting bad
Why y'all hating the way y'all do
Why y'all haters still mad
I said I don't know why baby
Cause Screwed Up Click acting bad
Cause Screwed Up Click acting bad

<i>[talking]</i>
Uh, Lil' Flip, them hatas still mad
Man look, Big T

<i>[Chorus: Big T]</i>
Why y'all haters still mad
I said I don't know why baby
Cause Screwed Up Click acting bad
Cause Screwed Up Click acting bad

<i>[Lil' Flip]</i>
You might see me in the benzo, sitting on Lorenzos, blowing on some endo
It's five o'clock so I'ma drop my top, and let down my window
I'm candy paint with DVD's and Playstation 2
I got a mic with a crown on top that say R.I.P. DJ Screw
But I'ma hold it down like it's supposed to go, make this Screw shit coast to coast
I can't be stopped like a locomotive, M-P-C H-P eighty rolling
My paper folding like laundromats, S-P-S black Cadillacs
E-S-1's cause cataracts, Gucci suit with the hat to match
Like Fat Pat I'm on chrome, my Prime Co. on roam
Sold out shows at the Astro Dome, y'all ain't know my money long
Y'all money gone cause we changed the game, and came with tighter flows
I wear expensive clothes got plenty hoes, cause nigga that's all I know
Like shopping sprees and credit cards, two ways and cellulars
Smoking blunts and pulling broads, everyday I'm switching cars
But I'm a superstar like Denzel, but I ain't gone win a Grammy
I sold a hundred thousand now I see why niggas can't stand me

<i>[Chorus]</i>
Why y'all haters still mad
I said I don't know why baby
Cause Swisha House acting bad
Why y'all hating the way y'all do
Why y'all haters still mad
I said I don't know why baby
Cause Screwed Up Click acting bad
Cause Screwed Up Click acting bad

<i>[Lil' Flip]</i>
All these cars I got to flip one, all these rims I got to whip one
All this wood I got to grip some, Texas boys off the hook huh
Chain and charm with two my chain, project corner with too much weight
Sleep day time and work at night, making cash is my life
Sipping Sprite and breaking mics, winning money shaking dice
Hitting licks and shaking vikes, you want three chickens pay the price
Bubble light on foreign wheels, iced out grill'll make me chill
Peanut butter in my Seville, buy a pint and pop a sill

<i>[Lil' Ron]</i>
Buy a pint and I'll pop a sill, and my blaze chop like a south-mill
Y'all hatas mad cause we in a Jag, and that Iceberg got us dressed to kill
How you feel cause I'm fired up, pour me up another cup
It's S.U.C. and Swisha House, and them big faces we fold up
Lil' Ron make you hold up while I take a trip with Lil' Flip
Blow'd get you wide up and it'll make your ass run off a cliff
Kenoe got the track throwed, we making hatas hate us bad
I'm a Rosewood thug that keeps my pants sagging

<i>[Chorus]</i>
Why y'all haters still mad
I said I don't know why baby
Cause Swisha House acting bad
Why y'all hating the way y'all do
Why y'all haters still mad
I said I don't know why baby
Cause Screwed Up Click acting bad
Cause Screwed Up Click acting bad

(feat. Ludacris, Static & Tity Boi)

(Intro: Man with deep voice)
I, I came to bring the pain, pain
I, I came to bring the pain, pain
I, I came to bring the pain, pain
I, I came to bring the pain, pain
I came to..
I, I came to bring the pain (grrr!) (grrr!)
I came to, I, I came to
I came to, I came to

(Chorus: Lil' Flip, Tity Boi, Static)

(Lil' Flip) I came to bring the pain nigga!
(Static) And I came to bust them things nigga
(Lil' Flip) The night'll rearrange your frame nigga
(Lil' Flip) You scared nigga!
(Static) You scared nigga!
(Lil' Flip) One more time
(Lil' Flip) I came to bring the pain nigga!
(Tity Boi) And I came to change the game nigga
(Lil' Flip) The night'll rearrange your frame nigga
(Lil' Flip) You scared nigga!
(Tity Boi) You scared nigga!
(Lil' Flip) Oh oh!

(Verse 1: Lil' Flip)
Get out my face, get out my face! (you is a hoe hoe)
You talk behind my back, back (but I know know)
I pack a 4-4 (and I bust bust)
And I ain't leaving this mess (in hand cuffs cuffs)
You better put your hands up (what?)
Get them little budget then wrap your fans up but you still won't catch up
Cause I'm connected on the East (East), I'm connected on the West (West)
I ain't saying I'm the best (best) but I feel like I'm blessed (blessed)
I got thirty on my neck (neck) and twenty in my mouth (mouth)
But if I feel disrespected, I'm a call your ass out
They gone haul your ass out now you crying like a bitch
I told you not to fuck with the Screwed Up Clique

(Chorus: Lil' Flip, Tity Boi, Static)

(Verse 2: Tity Boi)
Bring the pain, hard core, selling cane
Sun, snow, water, rain
Shorty I will flip this stuff until the task force came
Tried to rearrange the game, tried to bang, I suck at slanging
New slang I had to switch it up, wrap a pimp cursing on the track
The mack will leave you on your back, strap will leave you with a gap
Stop smiling! - glances you see visions of the past
You see niggaz with masks, up in cars with no tags
When we balling! - I'm from the apartments, started with all of it
Different day same clip, so close I can't miss
Tity, Flip, Ludacris, got bricks, roosters, chicks
Snatching bread then we dip, it's South Side - represent!

(Verse 3: Ludacris)
Now the clique is called D.T.P. so get your crew right
We peer pressure fools, even +Dudley+ don't +Do-Right+
So go on your city, it's a South rebellion
We putting "foots" in your asses, how we speak Australian?
I'm trained in the art of whoop ass, check my accolades
Got a knife and I'm giving out free after shaves
Plus a new acting gig, take a look at the CLIP!
It's called one up in the chamber and four on the HIP!
I snatch your girls in the club and use them as throat throttles
Then you'll get hit with fifteen mini Moe bottles
Got glocks for your stocks and that thing for your chain
And uh, mutual guns for your mutual funds main!

(Chorus: Lil' Flip, Tity Boi, Static)

(Outro: Man with deep voice)
I came to
I, I came to bring the pain
I came to
I, I came to
I came to
I came to bring the pain
I, I came to bring the pain

Uh, the remix Lil Flip, Juvenile, Skip
I can do dat, sucka free UTP

If I spill drank on my shirt, I can do dat
It don't matter I got a lot of Iceberg, I can do dat
I'ma spend 180 on tha house, I can do dat
'Cause I ain't got a lady or a spouse, I can do dat

You know I'm ridin' S type Jags, I can do dat
No belt, so my Guess might sag, I can do dat
Cardiar is my wrist wear, I can do dat
My bank account similar to Ric Flair's, I can do dat

Next week I got a show wit tha dirty, I can do dat
And everyday I wear a throw back jersey, I can do dat
I'ma fly to Miami for a night, I can do dat
We front row at the Roy Jones fight, I can do dat

I just got a deal for 20 mil, I can do dat
I'm like UGK 'cause I'm trill, I can do dat
And I put new platinum in my grill, I can do dat
And guess what, I did that before tha deal, I can do dat

I still wear box wit da bows, I can do dat
Like a bag a whole block fulla O's, I can do dat
Throw a free party in the tunnel, I can do dat
Niggas sip syrup through a funnel, I can do dat

Turn a housewife into a hoe, I can do dat
Stash a quarter million in tha flo, I can do dat
Call a private meeting with the mayor, I can do dat
Tell him quit hatin' 'cause I'm a playa, I can do dat

I want a business talkin' in ebonics, I can do dat
Fly to California for the chronic, I can do dat
Pump my Rolls Royce in the jects, I can do dat
Put 23's on my new Lex, I can do dat

Pass on the sale for 10 keys, I can do dat
A palm tree hid wit 10 G's, I can do dat
Come through this bitch wit no clic, I can do dat
Spit the remix with Lil Flip, I can do dat

Hey, so if you see it, take it, hire it, shake it
Money make it, microphone break it
If you see it, want it, buy it, own it
Drive it, flaunt it, factory chrome it

I can turn a block into three, I can do dat
Turn around and sell 'em all for cheap, I can do dat
Hustle one day of the week, I can do dat
The other six smoke weed and sleep, I can do dat

Catch a plane from N - 0 to da ville, I can do dat
I'ma blow about a half a quarter mil, I can do dat
Then fly from tha ville to H- Town, I can do dat
You Flip man I just touched down, I can do dat

Nigga I'm foreva' like botany, I can do dat
Meet me right here C-note got me, I can do dat
Don't make me have to call will-lean, I can do dat
Shouts out to my patna Mean Green, I can do dat

I still throw money at my shows, I can do dat
You still look funny wearin' gold, you can do dat
I stopped wearin' gold last year, I can do dat
And now, I get mo' sex than a papsmear, I can do dat

I still got rocks on my wrist, I can do dat
I still never shop for a chick, I can do dat
I still got dem bricks on da strip, I can do dat
Who run the south Juvenile and Lil Flip, we can do dat

I put 20's on tha Land Rover, I can do dat
I talk shit 'cause I'm a Cloverland soldier, I can do dat
Fly to ATL and get drunk, I can do dat
Blow a whole house with hood junk, I can do dat

Hit Daytona for a week, I can do dat
I had a show wit 8 Ball and MJG, I can do dat
It only took a year and now I blew up, I can do dat
But Dj Screw I'ma stay screwed up, stay screwed up

Hey, so if you see it, take it, hire it, shake it
Money make it, microphone break it
If you see it, want it, buy it, own it
Drive it, flaunt it, factory chrome it

Uh, the remix Lil Flip, Juvenile, Skip
I can do dat, sucka free UTP

If I spill drank on my shirt, I can do dat
It don't matter I got a lot of Iceberg, I can do dat
I'ma spend 180 on tha house, I can do dat
'Cause I ain't got a lady or a spouse, I can do dat

You know I'm ridin' S type Jags, I can do dat
No belt, so my Guess might sag, I can do dat
Cardiar is my wrist wear, I can do dat
My bank account similar to Ric Flair's, I can do dat

Next week I got a show wit tha dirty, I can do dat
And everyday I wear a throw back jersey, I can do dat
I'ma fly to Miami for a night, I can do dat
We front row at the Roy Jones fight, I can do dat

I just got a deal for 20 mil, I can do dat
I'm like UGK 'cause I'm trill, I can do dat
And I put new platinum in my grill, I can do dat
And guess what, I did that before tha deal, I can do dat

I still wear box wit da bows, I can do dat
Like a bag a whole block fulla O's, I can do dat
Throw a free party in the tunnel, I can do dat
Niggas sip syrup through a funnel, I can do dat

Turn a housewife into a hoe, I can do dat
Stash a quarter million in tha flo, I can do dat
Call a private meeting with the mayor, I can do dat
Tell him quit hatin' 'cause I'm a playa, I can do dat

I want a business talkin' in ebonics, I can do dat
Fly to California for the chronic, I can do dat
Pump my Rolls Royce in the jects, I can do dat
Put 23's on my new Lex, I can do dat

Pass on the sale for 10 keys, I can do dat
A palm tree hid wit 10 G's, I can do dat
Come through this bitch wit no clic, I can do dat
Spit the remix with Lil Flip, I can do dat

Hey, so if you see it, take it, hire it, shake it
Money make it, microphone break it
If you see it, want it, buy it, own it
Drive it, flaunt it, factory chrome it

I can turn a block into three, I can do dat
Turn around and sell 'em all for cheap, I can do dat
Hustle one day of the week, I can do dat
The other six smoke weed and sleep, I can do dat

Catch a plane from N - 0 to da ville, I can do dat
I'ma blow about a half a quarter mil, I can do dat
Then fly from tha ville to H- Town, I can do dat
You Flip man I just touched down, I can do dat

Nigga I'm foreva' like botany, I can do dat
Meet me right here C-note got me, I can do dat
Don't make me have to call will-lean, I can do dat
Shouts out to my patna Mean Green, I can do dat

I still throw money at my shows, I can do dat
You still look funny wearin' gold, you can do dat
I stopped wearin' gold last year, I can do dat
And now, I get mo' sex than a papsmear, I can do dat

I still got rocks on my wrist, I can do dat
I still never shop for a chick, I can do dat
I still got dem bricks on da strip, I can do dat
Who run the south Juvenile and Lil Flip, we can do dat

I put 20's on tha Land Rover, I can do dat
I talk shit 'cause I'm a Cloverland soldier, I can do dat
Fly to ATL and get drunk, I can do dat
Blow a whole house with hood junk, I can do dat

Hit Daytona for a week, I can do dat
I had a show wit 8 Ball and MJG, I can do dat
It only took a year and now I blew up, I can do dat
But Dj Screw I'ma stay screwed up, stay screwed up

Hey, so if you see it, take it, hire it, shake it
Money make it, microphone break it
If you see it, want it, buy it, own it
Drive it, flaunt it, factory chrome it

(feat. Rick Ross)

[Lil' Flip (Rick Ross):]
You smell that? (smell what?)
That's money
I smell money
Hahaaa
[Rossss:]
I know y'all wonderin' like...
"What the hell is Flip doin' man"
"How he get out his deal?"
All you gotta do is take 2 million
And walk in the door, and that's how they'll let you go
Hahaaa
Cause I get money nigga
I'm a fly boy nigga
My chain worth thousand grands nigga
That's twenty thousand karats nigga
(Yeaahhh)
Step your game up
That's why your chain ain't up niggaaa

[Verse 1: Lil' Flip]
The 4-5 on my lap when I'm in the trap hood
Blueberry by the pound, now where did you get that? (smoked it)
I can't tell you nigga, I'm not a sniitcchh
But on the real it feel great to be ricchhh
I'm just playin' my hand, watchin' "Makin' The Band" (band)
Johnny ordered my watch (watch)
And he makin' the band (yeaahh)
I be changin' it up (uuupp)
Ain't no changin' me whaaatt (whaaat)
You lil' niggas betta shut up shut up
Aye, who shut the mall down? (me!)
And who bought all the hats? (me!)
Matter of fact, don't I look good in this Cadillac? (yesss)
My roof back, my coupe black
50 grand I blew that
I'm so fly they call me "Mr. I Can Do Dat"
Cause

[Hook: w/ Rick Ross adlibs]
H-Town!
M.I.A.-yayo
That's how we do this
It's the bosss
Multi-millionaire shit 'round here
Flip what up?

[Verse 2: Rick Ross)
Might cop a Benz (whaaat)
Not a regular Benz (Rossss)
Multi-millionaire so baby I double my endsss
Mercedes, Maybach, broke niggas stay back
The boss don't play, boy you gotta pay that
Watch cop some bub (bub)
G's runnin' stacks (stacks)
They be year off (off)
Bring my money back (back)
Yeah I fuck wit G'sss (g'sss)
Out in Cloverland (yeah)
We talkin' 20 keysss
But I don't know the man (Rosss)
I'm gettin' cheese (cheeesseee)
It's time to shine (shiinnee)
I love to flip (flip)
I'm flippin' mine (Rosss)
Hoes love the smell (smell)
They smell the money (money)
You wanna smell yourself (bitch)
Well bitch shell it from me (Rosss)

[Hook: w/ Lil' Flip adlibs]

[Verse 3: Lil' Flip]
I told niggas I show niggas, I'm the best
I'm the shit in New York, but I'm a God on the West (holla!)
I must confess, 'The Source' own me two more mics (hey I need two more mics)
I took my ringtone money and bought two more bikes
I took my liquor money (yeah)
And bought another crib (yeah)
I got three maids (yeah)
That is that fuckin' game
Go ask Corn Row (ask him)
We do it big right? (right)
If I ain't front row, I ain't watchin' the fight (fuck it)
I be in Street Port wit my nigga Bayday&nbsp;???
I be in airports wit my fuckin' AK (shut up!)
4-7 to 11, 1-8-7 on a cop
I know you prayin' that I flop, niggaaa!
But

[Hook]

(Chorus)
Cause I got flow, you know I got flow
If I ain't in your gal, I'm in the studio
Cause I got flow, you know I got flow
I'm da freestyle king, I ain't no freestyle pro
I got flow, you know I got flow
If I ain't in your gal, I'm in the studio
Cause I got flow, you know I got flow
I'm da freestyle king, I ain't no freestyle pro
I got flow

(Verse 1)
Look, I put diamonds in your face I'm Lil' Flip, you know me
I chill with Big H.A.W.K., C-Note, and Pokey
Used to do karaoke, now I'm da freestyle king
You wanna see the platinum in my mouth and my Byzantine
I go to juney cause my piece shine bright
If I look into the sun, my teeth shine bright
I ride to the left, I swang to da right
They like, Lil' Flip let me see your chain in the light
When I step on stage I leave you wit your mouth open
I go to Papdeux or I might go to Copeland
Fly to Oakland and do a song with Too $hort
All Mann my pants I gatta take'em back dey ain't too starched
I be ballin', I be crawlin' that's all I do
Represent the Screwed Up Click with DJ Screw
I'm da freestyle king I said it once I'd said it twice
I don't wear no other name brand shoe but Nikes

(Chorus)

(Verse 2)
Look, ain't nobody down-south wreckin' Flipper
Got da brand-new Bentley with the inspection sticker
Or I might be in da Jag, or I might be in the plane
Da diamonds on my ring or dey might be on my chain
I'm looking good, I'm dress good, I feel good
I stay right between S. A. and Hillwood
Cloverland on da map I know you know that
Every song I put out BABY, I wrote that
But I'm freestylin' comin' from da top of my dome
I got satellites all at da top of my home
I got diamonds all on da top of my phone
I got ice and it's all on da top of my cone
Im a balla, I chill with my partner Taz
We be ballin' out of control, NBA live wit da Jazz
He might dunk on me, I might dunk on him
But it don't really matter, drank da drank its on da rim
of da cup, I mo buck, I'm slidin' n creepin'
Dey be like Lil' Flip, South side we sippin'
I represent my hood, Cloverland, its in the air
Hell Yeah! I swear like my name was Andre Wear
In da pocket I'm like a rocket, I'm gone a explode
And every time on stage, I do it throwed
And every time I do a song, I show off
I put the mic down buddy, I go off
Cause I'm the freestyle king

(Chorus)

(Verse 3)
I might go to college, I might do my work
I wear a piece andchain that u can see through my shirt
I got ten Escalades, and three of them tinted
I got a PrimCo phone with three million minutes
You might see me at the summit looking lovely
You might see me in the Jag and its bubbly
You might see me with Kryst-al and Moet
You might see me with a platinum Rolex
You might see me just laying on the hill
You might see diamonds just laying on my grill
You might see me just playing in the field
I'm Lil' Flip .freestyle king, I gatta get a deal

(Chorus)

(featuring Ghostface Killah & Raekwon)

(Chorus: Lil' Flip)
Real niggaz bust ya pistols in the sky
I'm a muthaf**kin' G and til I die
I get that paper, and I'm chillin' on the low
All I need, is more money more

(Hook: Lil' Flip)
'cause, I gotta get paid, I gotta stay paid
I gotta get paid, I gotta get this money
I gotta get paid, I gotta stay paid
I gotta get paid, I gotta get this money, man

(Lil' Flip)
I get that paper for shizzle, I'm breakin' bread with my niggaz
I ride around with them triggas, I clap back nigga
I shoot that uzi like hoops, I ride around in them Coupe's
Got alligator on boots, my pockets fat nigga
We overseas with the Wu, we blowin' trees with our crew
All my clothes brand new, you gotta love it man
I'm on top of my game, rocks on top of my chain
Catchin' planes to Spain, nigga, you know I'm thuggin', man
We pushin' whips you can't buy, 24 hours we high
I believe I can fly, I'm f**ked up, dog
I smoke that shit you can't get, we spit that shit you can't spit
Fifteen tracks, no skits, so f**k all y'all

(Chorus)

(Raekwon)
Shorties bouncin', forty ounces, Lex gon' kill up all the bouncers
Round my shit, gon' fall up out you
Raw that nigga, bring horror up out you
Thought about you, blow that forty and call the cops too
I'ma be out by four and route you
Pussy ass nigga, bring horror up out you, valor the couch, too
I'm amazin', when they pass the gauge in
Sky blue Phantom with beige in
Stop changin' it, ride it for a month
Then come up, make my change in it
Not done, the best, to get it, Uncle, let's get it
What's really real if Lex can't get it?
Shaolin whip big techs again
F**k around and caught me a Mexican bitch

(Chorus)

(Ghostface Killah)
I blow your face off, cake off, then buy an acre, stayed off
My mustache like Adolf, don't let me pull my cape off
It's Superman lover, f**k it, no other
We just a group of bad brothers, y'all pussy, now check it
Rap DeNiro, crazy Shapiro, pushin' through customs
Back from Europe, and we changin' our Euro's for money
The Wallabees gummy, with so much paper I'm dead
Call me a cheese dummy, and we dip our leaves in honey
Awwwww, you wanna see the hammer?
Awwwww, you wanna hit the canvas?
I will not waste my time on frontin' ass
Niggaz, that do not excease

(Chorus)

(Hook)

<i>[Hook - 2x]</i>
I never meant, to break your heart
But you know how life go, shit happen
But you know, I still got your back
And I just, wanna tell you that

<i>[Lil' Flip]</i>
Many nights you waited up, but I never called back
And everytime I had a show, I would tell you to fall back
I know you think I got chicks, in every state
I know my lifestyle fast, but I'ma pump my breaks
At the beginning, everything was cool
I use to leave the studio, and pick you up from school
You was there, when I had to eat Ramon noodles
If you ain't careful, stress is what the game'll do ya
I got the world, on my shoulders
That's why I lace my girl, with a Clover
I know you worried, cause I stay in the streets ma
But don't worry, cause I roll thirty deep ma I'm good

<i>[Hook]</i>

<i>[Lil' Flip]</i>
At first it was restaurants, then the movies
Now you typing crazy messages, in my two-way
But it's time though, I meet a million hoes
But they ain't like you, cause they ain't got pretty toes
You know thugs, never let they feelings show
But anytime you wanna talk, just let me know
Cause I got your back, we a perfect match
It's me and you against the world, who's stopping that

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

<i>[Lil' Flip]</i>
I like to see you, with no make-up on
I like to see you with a Jacob on, now do your thang girl
If you wanna get to know me, just holla girl
Have you ever rode, in a drop top Impala girl
I could turn a good girl, into a bad girl
I got you rocking black ice, no more black pearls
I can't lie, I want your body in the worst way
I fly to Cali in the morning, I'll be back Thursday

<i>[Hook - 2x]</i>
I never meant, to break your heart
But you know how life go, shit happen
But you know, I still got your back
And I just, wanna tell you that

<i>[Lil' Flip]</i>
Many nights you waited up, but I never called back
And everytime I had a show, I would tell you to fall back
I know you think I got chicks, in every state
I know my lifestyle fast, but I'ma pump my breaks
At the beginning, everything was cool
I use to leave the studio, and pick you up from school
You was there, when I had to eat Ramon noodles
If you ain't careful, stress is what the game'll do ya
I got the world, on my shoulders
That's why I lace my girl, with a Clover
I know you worried, cause I stay in the streets ma
But don't worry, cause I roll thirty deep ma I'm good

<i>[Hook]</i>

<i>[Lil' Flip]</i>
At first it was restaurants, then the movies
Now you typing crazy messages, in my two-way
But it's time though, I meet a million hoes
But they ain't like you, cause they ain't got pretty toes
You know thugs, never let they feelings show
But anytime you wanna talk, just let me know
Cause I got your back, we a perfect match
It's me and you against the world, who's stopping that

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

<i>[Lil' Flip]</i>
I like to see you, with no make-up on
I like to see you with a Jacob on, now do your thang girl
If you wanna get to know me, just holla girl
Have you ever rode, in a drop top Impala girl
I could turn a good girl, into a bad girl
I got you rocking black ice, no more black pearls
I can't lie, I want your body in the worst way
I fly to Cali in the morning, I'll be back Thursday

huh huh
I had to do somethin like dis
ya know
huh I shoulda listened
I shoulda listened

<i>[Lil' Flip - Verse 1]</i>
I shoulda listened, when ya said boy go and get a job
I shoulda listened, cause you gotta sell dope or rob
I shoulda listened, when you told me I need to go to college
but right now I'm tryin to money in my wallet
I shoulda listened, when you said boy make good grades
but instead I was worryin about dem new j's
I shoulda listened, when you said boy dont get no tattoos
now it's 2 years later and now I got 22
I shoulda listened, when you said keep playin basketball
but I was makin mo money standin in the hall
I shoulda listened, when you said I need to be in the church
but that's hard "why" cause everyday I gotta concert
I shoulda listened, when you said I need to watch my friends
cause yesterday my partner got jacked fo' his Benz
I shoulda listened, when you said dont stand on the corner
cause all black folks do is smoke marijuana

<i>[Chorus: repeat 2X]</i>
I shoulda listened, when yo told me dont do that I did it any way
I shoulda listened, when yo told me dont hustle but I gotta get paid

<i>[Lil' Flip - Verse 2]</i>
I shoulda listened, when you said quit standin on the block
cause all that do is make it easy fo the cops
I shoulda listened, when you said it dont matta what car you drive
long as you pay yo bills long as you survive
I shoulda listened, when you said dont be hangin at the club
cause people get drunk and wanna shoot the club up
I shoulda listened, when you said you cant please everybody
right now I'm findin out I dont need everybody
I shoulda listened, when you said dont bring dem niggaz to ya house
cause when you aint there theyll try to break in ya house
I shoulda listened, when you told me you reap what ya sow
so everybody I meet I cant treat'em like a hoe
I shoulda listened, when ya told me do somethin wit my time
so I picked up the pen and paper and now I'm writtin ryhmes
I shoulda listened, when you said forget the money put God first
so that's the way I gotta end my verse

<i>[Chorus - repeat to fade]</i>

(*talking*)
Ok (believe that) we broadcasting live
From Redd's showroom ya heard me (off top)
We still balling, we still doing this shit ya heard me
We still in it (believe that) it's that flame shit

(Yung Redd)
The wheels on my truck, go round and round
I'm sitting 24 inches, off of the ground
How that sound, mama said do what you'd like
Hold it rocking flights, red, white and blue stripes
But hold up, down South still on nonstop
Cause we been representing down here, for a while
With no solo album, I was still amazing
Stayed full of them trees, I was purple hazing
Look at me now, Redd ain't playing around
Two skinny, but my stacks keep weighing me down
They say balling is a habit no, I can't help it
Now I got more green, than a Boston Celtic
So I'm going all out, on a money route
Now I think these niggas, really know what I'm about
I don't know where you been, I don't know where you from
But around these parts, we get it how it come

(Chorus: Chamillionaire - 2x)
See I'm a flosser, balling like you see it
Recognize me as a balla, legend in the streets
Best believe I did it all but, that will never stop me
From feeling like a flosser, cause I'm a balla

(T.C.)
I'm still in the game, y'all catch my drift
I got that work cheap dog, peep my flip
When I hop out the truck, y'all catch my drift
The rolly's so icy, bitch get off my dick
We ride the finest cars, you know we stay stunting
Rims so big on the six, they sit funny
If it ain't broke don't fix it, blunt it and blist it
In a all blue something, with the plates unlisted
Like Nike, keeping you bitch niggas in check
Yeah whodi you know me, they boy is back
With two bricks, two chicks and two platinum Macks
I stay grinding, so you know I stay shining

(Chorus: Chamillionaire - 2x)

(Yung Redd)
See I'm like a value meal, my doe supersized
Copping a brand new Bentley, Coupe to ride
With mo' cake than a bakery, we got cream
Candy truck radio up, like Raheim
7-1-3 nigga, that's the name of my team
We still get full of that syrup, and gangsta lean
I still be ghetto fab, if I drove a yellow cab
Yung Redd enough said, my niggas got cash
Don't get it twisted up, my wrist lit up
You gotta show me something, for me to get up
Just call me a rough neck, but I cash enough checks
To put me in a Vet, and roll off with a set
The streets give me respect, for everything that I did
As a kid I always kept a strap, close to my ribs
But I don't know where you been, and I don't know where you from
But around these parts, we get it how it come

(Chorus: Chamillionaire - 2x)

[Rapper #1:]
Yo, I made so much money of these mixtape, oh my god!!

[Rapper #2:]
Oh, look at my chain!

[Rapper #1:]
Look at my teeth, look at my teeth!!

[Rapper #2:]
It'z some grill, yo man, yo man, I'm gonna get my grill...

[Rapper #1:]
Let's do this!!

[Scratch:]

[Producer:]
Who tha fuck is makin' money out here, man! You gotta be fuckin' kidding me, okay this is how it goes down, from here on now nuthin' goes down unless I'm involved!! No mixtapes, no albums, no car shows, no nuthin!! You screwin your music, I want in, Some bullshit ANR who think he knows tha street gets promoted, I want in!! Anything that comes outta houston, I meen any fuckin' thing from tha block to tha to tha studio to tha stage!! I dont give a motherfuckin flying fuck if it's a lemonade stand, I want in! You guys got real phar while I was gone, but now I'm back and I need mine, ayo, flip let's go and count Fuckin' this money

[Rapper #1:]
Yo, I made so much money of these mixtape, oh my god!!

[Rapper #2:]
Oh, look at my chain!

[Rapper #1:]
Look at my teeth, look at my teeth!!

[Rapper #2:]
It'z some grill, yo man, yo man, I'm gonna get my grill...

[Rapper #1:]
Let's do this!!

[Scratch:]

[Producer:]
Who tha fuck is makin' money out here, man! You gotta be fuckin' kidding me, okay this is how it goes down, from here on now nuthin' goes down unless I'm involved!! No mixtapes, no albums, no car shows, no nuthin!! You screwin your music, I want in, Some bullshit ANR who think he knows tha street gets promoted, I want in!! Anything that comes outta houston, I meen any fuckin' thing from tha block to tha to tha studio to tha stage!! I dont give a motherfuckin flying fuck if it's a lemonade stand, I want in! You guys got real phar while I was gone, but now I'm back and I need mine, ayo, flip let's go and count Fuckin' this money

[Lil' Flip]
Uh, take a look in my eyes, tell me what you see
A nigga who was young, grew up to be a G
I started off playin basketball for my coach
He started hatin so I took a differint approach
I'ma rap, fuck sweatin, and I'ma do somthin
(like what) that a nigga won't be regrettin
Could I ride? (no)
Could I steal? (no)
Could I jack? (no)
Should I kill? (no)
Nah, I gotta get my shit together
Cause a nigga need a house and big furniture with the leather
I pick up the pen, I pick up the pace
And I used to be broke I couldn't even pick up my face
And now, listen to the shit a nigga be doin
While you nigga's thinkin that a nigga's career be ruined
From smokin, and drinkin
Drinkin, and smokin
And I'ma try and go platinum while you thinkin and hopin
Wishin and lookin, trying to do what I do
And if ya fuck with me, ill shoot or ill sue
And how you want to' handle business, I can get it like that
And sellin work on the block, I used to get it like that
But I had to back back, and open up my eyes
When you runnin in these streets, you might get a surprise
Your friend could be a foe, your girl could be a hoe
And everybody you think got your back, you don't know
Doop been here before a nigga got rich
So Doop right here when I ridin in my 6
My nigga Cease make beats for me everyday
And guess what he don't never ask to get payed
My nigga Red keep it real, Hump got my back
When I didn't have a car, Hump bought a Lac
Now Hump bought a Jag, and I'm in it
Runnin through these hoes but my name ain't Emitt
Uh

[Chorus: Lil' Flip]
It's a fact - everybody smiling ain't your friend
Everybody with a grin contemplating on you man
It's a fact - you reap what you sow, better watch what you do
Cause you'll do it to somebody that'll do it to you
It's a fact - your best friend will turn his back on ya
Pull a gat on ya, even rat on ya
It's a fact - that most niggaz act like hoes
It's a fact - that most niggaz act like hoes

[Lil' Flip]
Now who can you trust, who can you depend on?
When you all broke need money to lend on
When you tryin'a ball and your money been gone
When you tryn'a put the down payment on 10 homes
Will your nigga ride for you? Will your nigga bust?
Will a nigga come and get your ass out them cuffs?
Will your nigga take you to the mall and buy some clothes?
Will your nigga ever put you first before them hoes?
Will your nigga buy you drank and smoke up the weed?
Ride for your ass when niggaz shootin down your street
Come to your funeral and tell a fuckin story
Think about them nuts that we took with no glory
That category, the list
The rappin the hoes, the hoes and the shows
It comes and it goes
De Da De Da De Da

[Flip talking]
Straight up nigga, that's how I feel
Know what I'm sayin'?
Everybody needs to be ballin nigga
If you got chain nigga, your nigga need to have a chain
If you gotta' cut nigga, your nigga need a cut
If you gotta' hundred in your pocket nigga
your nigga need at least have fifty, know what I'm sayin?
niggaz that get in the rap
forget about them niggaz who helped 'em nigga
Keep it real nigga
So that's why I don't want to fuck with you new niggaz man
I ain't shootin marbles with you niggaz
But y'all cool

[Lil' Flip]
If it ain't Suckafree don't fuck wit me
Cause I know you got your eyes on my luxury
If you ain't Suckafree don't fuck with me
Cause I know you got your eyes on my luxury

[Chorus]

LIL' FLIP LYRICS

"This Is The Way We Ball"

Heyyy, Ho (This is the way we ball)
Ah ha, Houston, Texas (This is the way we ball)
Ah ha (This is the way we ball)
(This is the way we ball)

(Chorus)
And we like to floss, all my diamonds gloss
I represent the dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty South
(This is the way we ball)
And we ridin blades, Jags and Escalades
We third coast boys but we always gettin paid
(This is the way we ball)
And we like to floss, all my diamonds gloss
I represent the dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty South
(This is the way we ball)
And we ridin blades, Jags and Escalades
We third coast boys but we always gettin paid
(This is the way we ball)

(Verse One)
I'm Lil' Flip, I'm back on the scene, freestyle king
Brand new piece, same byzentine
I'm still sippin lean, I'm still watchin "Scream"
I love wearin platinum, but my favorite color's green
I'm hoppin out Ferraris, my house is three stories
I'm still independent cause Jive couldn't afford me
The meetings were boring, for real I was snoring
The VP was fine, yeah she made me kinda horny
But that's another story, let's get back to the topic
Right now me and Hump negotiatin to buy the Rockets
We might buy the Comets - name it, I done it
If you see it and want it, buy it, own it
This is for my homies, Pat and DJ Screw
R.I.P. dawg cause I really miss you
Boy I'ma stay true, until the day I fall
East coast and West coast, this is how we ball

(Chorus)
And we like to floss, all my diamonds gloss
I represent the dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty South
(This is the way we ball)
And we ridin blades, Jags and Escalades
We third coast boys but we always gettin paid
(This is the way we ball)
And we like to floss, all my diamonds gloss
I represent the dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty South
(This is the way we ball)
And we ridin blades, Jags and Escalades
We third coast boys but we always gettin paid
(This is the way we ball)

(Verse Two)
I'm thinkin - designer clothes and fashion shows
I'm thinkin - all my albums goin platinum and gold
I'm thinkin - Jaguars and a Bentley Rolls
I'm thinkin - bein rich before I'm 24
I'm feelin - wood grain all in my tinted truck
I'm fillin - all my teeth up with princess cuts
I'm fillin - jugs up, no mo empty cups
I'm feelin - like I'm worth 10 million bucks
And I know - I wear a watch, yo it was made from a game
And I know - my rims chop like the blades on a plane
And I know - yo baby mama still givin me brain
And I know - that ain't platinum, that's a silvery chain
And I make - nothin but hits when I step in the booth
And I make - rainbows from the sun reflect on my tooth
And I make - DVD's light up in my coupe
I think I feel I know I make money, how bout you?

(Chorus)
And we like to floss, all my diamonds gloss
I represent the dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty South
(This is the way we ball)
And we ridin blades, Jags and Escalades
We third coast boys but we always gettin paid
(This is the way we ball)
And we like to floss, all my diamonds gloss
I represent the dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty South
(This is the way we ball)
And we ridin blades, Jags and Escalades
We third coast boys but we always gettin paid
(This is the way we ball)


(Verse Three)
I'm swangin, about to rip the kizzerp, sippin on my syzzerp
If you buy first from me then you just bought a dizzert
Swangas on my whizzeel, platinum in my grizzeel
Me and Doby D stay blowin on some kizzeel
I'm higher than a hizzeel, mind on a mizzell
Southside of H-town show me how you fizzeel
Now you see we ball, now you see we rich
I represent the legendary Screwed Up Click
I wreck I-45, I wreck 2 Screw tapes
I'm 3 wheelin, poppin trunk, goin down Fuqua
So move out of my way cause I'm ridin double R
MJ right behind me in a Lexus bubble car

(Chorus)
And we like to floss, all my diamonds gloss
I represent the dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty South
(This is the way we ball)
And we ridin blades, Jags and Escalades
We third coast boys but we always gettin paid
(This is the way we ball)
And we like to floss, all my diamonds gloss
I represent the dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty South
(This is the way we ball)
And we ridin blades, Jags and Escalades
We third coast boys but we always gettin paid
(This is the way we ball)

Yeah I represent Houston man
Ya know they say we country down here
But everybody tryna ride blades
Everybody want to ride candy paint
Ya feel me?, so I'm just keepin it trill
Like my nigga Bun B say, yeah ugh ugh

I came along way I went from Cutless to Benz
From Benz to Jag on twenty-three inch rims
From crack to macs from broke to sacks
From water guns, to bee-bees, from bee-bees to gats
From stamps to tatoos from home to school
Even though I made straight A's I still broke the rules
I came along way I went from no shows, to mo'shows
I went from Duck Head, to Girbaud, and Polo
They all said ("Flip you need to stop rapping")
And now I'm rockin' 2 chains they say please stop cappin'
And I'm like what happened?I thought we was cool
But I gotta strong line so I'm like fuck you!

[Chorus: x2]
They always said I was a country boy(country boy)
But now they see the rims spinnin' on my candy toy(toy)
They always said I was a country boy(country boy)
Well look at me now bitch I'm a star(star)

Well I'm a supa dupa star in a supa dupa car
Got 9 D-V-D's I'm watching the Entourage
Nextel, Cellular(hello)windows tinted
I payed for my ride your Benzo rinted
I'm all weed scented cause I blow like Snoop
And people think I'm flippin' birds
Cause I'm rollin' in a Coupe
And I'm smellin' like Juice wit 20 rocks on my tooth
Y'all doing the Harlem Shake we raise da roof
I sprayed the Coupe with ten coats of red
And just because blades are choppin' everybody dead
And I'm like the Exorcist cause I gotta turn a head
And we can't go on a date girl if you in the (red)
Cause I'll hit you in the head wit a mothafuckin' pillow
I'm a stay Sucka Free like my homie Big Mello (R.I.P)
And that's coming straight from me
And I'm still a ghetto boy like Scarface and M-J-B

[Chorus]

I ain't ashamed of where I'm from baby I'm from the hood
And if you ask me how I'm doin' "I'm a say I'm doin' good"
And I wish you would pull out a gat and try to jack
Cause I'm a do you like a egg nigga you gettin' cracked
I ain't ashamed of where I'm from baby I'm from the hood
If people ask me how I'm doin' "I'm a say I'm doin' good"
And I wish you would pull out a gat and try to jack
Cause I'm a do you like a egg nigga you gettin' cracked

All my ex's live in Texas ha ha
Yeah Redd in a Lexus nigga that's how we doin' it
Houston know what I'm saying
Ugh that's how I'm doing it my nigga did the track
All how ass nigga can't fuck with us
Fuck y'all watch out for my nigga Redd
Doing a show soon down in Nashville
In the studio that album coming soon

<i>[talking]</i>

<i>[Lil' Flip]</i>
In elementary I used crayons, even chalk
I learned to count money before I could read and talk
And my mama told me son, you need to shine
I couldn't stand at the back, I had to lead the line
I use to make good grades, but I talked in class
In middle school I was late when I walked in class
I the teacher ran a aron, I taught the class
And what I didn't know, I was about to ask
And just because I played ball, I got easy grades
And when I turned 13, I got even fades
Everybody wearing Air Macs, Ree's and J's
But all my parents cared about, was B's and A's
In high school, I picked up my pen and pad
I had dreams, of pulling up in a Benz or Jag
I had to get it on my own, I couldn't depend on dad
I had to grow up too fast, but then I'm glad
Because the stuff I know now, I wouldn't believe it
The main goals that I set, I wouldn't achieve it
I'd probably be locked up, or running the streets
I'd probably wouldn't have platinum, in front of my teeth
I'd probably still be mocking, trying to earn a dollar
I'd probably be in the hood selling sherm or powder
But instead, I'm making bread legal dough
Going to church and staying away from these evil hoes

<i>[Chorus - 2x]</i>
You only got one life, you better do what you can
Cause when you turn thirteen, you are a man
And I can't be broke so I'ma rock the crowd
It's up to me, I gotta make my mama proud

<i>[Lil' Flip]</i>
There's a place called heaven and a place called hell
There's a place called freedom and a place called jail
And if you go to jail, they gone treat you bad
Take your commissary, and beat you bad
So I'm staying out of trouble, I'm chasing my dream
I know you see your little boy on t.v. screens
I'm blowing up, your little boy making it happen
I'm not selling dope mama, I'm making it rapping
So when you go to sleep at night, you know I'm safe
Cause in Houston everyday somebody catching a case
Like yesterday, my partner went to jail
And he ain't coming home until he fifty seven
He nineteen, so you do the math
I got smart, man, I choose to rap
So when I grow up, my kids can have a good life
That's all I wrote, y'all have good night

<i>[Chorus]</i>

<i>[ad-libs]</i>

(You don't like the ghetto, everyone knows the ghetto, it in every hood)

(Lil' Flip)
From my block to your block, ha ha, this for tha streets, ha ha, Look

(Chorus 2X)
From my block to yo' block, we stackin' chips
From yo' block to my block, we packin' clips
And if you don't work, then you don't eat
I'm tell you like this, it get rough on these streets

(Lil' Flip)
Late night, if you don't work you don't eat that shit is fo' real
You hustlin' for tennis shoes, put that shit on yo' bills
Dope fiends everywhere, like H2O
We don't believe in police, cause they too slow
I had to do what I did so I could get what I got
You wanna feel like I feel then go sit on my block
You might see teenagers, flippin' and workin'
You might see canines, sniffin' and searchin'
You might see plastic bags with drugs and stuff
You might see a whole block full of thugs and stuff
Be quiet cell phones got bugs and stuff
Real niggas in the kitchen cuttin' stuff
Wrap it up, zip it up after it bubble up
I got dreams of seeing all my money double up
I gotta get it, cause I got a family to feed
If you feel what I'm sayin' put yo' hand on yo' heat

(Chorus)

(Crime)
Do any niggas wanna step to this?
I back 'em down with tha nickel-plated fifth, watch the hip
Look at your men, they all jumpin' ship
And I ain't even bring an extra clip
Just imagine if I brought my nigga Flip
We comin' for yo' grip, that rubber band shit
And tha KG9, it spit sick, and you'll notice, your final notice, ready to die
Like my nigga Biggie from best high, keep yo' hands high
My whole clicks alibi, fuck the piece I want the whole damn pie
Eight sounds tha best high, I get it with my lips or with the rubber grip
Smoke kicks than Matrix, you cats ain't seen shit
You really know who you fuckin',you betta tell 'em Flip, my glock cocked, yo block drops
I bust shots, ya'll call cops, fuck 911 nigga we blaze spots

(Dante)
Hey Flip, from my block to yo block, I'm thugged out
I'm realizin' its some soljas Down South
Scream it loud, if you the meanest nigga
Affiliated with guns, gang bangers that pull triggas
Me and my niggas, feelin' trapped like we in a maze
Misbehave, refuse, to be a slave
And you can't break me, if the Lord want me, let him take me
Respect mine, I'm livin'life by the tech 9
I'm livin' now while I'm still hear, fuck it when I'm gone
Long as tha homies pour the beer I know its still on
We high, gettin' drunk, doin' what we want
Jail can't change us it only makes us dangerous

(Chorus)

(Godfather)
We roll V12 motors, Pittsburgh to tha Clovers
Down South they lean, the East be never sober
Elected by the voters, ride just like a lotus
I'll buy the house, never get an eviction notice
You niggas bogus, gotta keep my mind focused
Lost in the jungle, this animal's ferious
My hyponosis, count my nets and my brouses
Sell a bunch of records, like Hootie and tha Blowfish
After I recite this, you niggas shouldn't quote this
Godfather, fragilistic xpalidosius
Street bums, rap for pennies and nickels
Like nigga la vocal, give 'em the Russian sickle

(Lil' Flip)
Look, I stay on my block, I get paid on my block
It aint no such thing as being afraid on my block
I'm true to my block, I shoot wit my glock
If I don't know you, I don't wanna see you on my block
I stack on my block, I park my 'Lac on my block
Even though I'ma star, I go back to my block
I hang on my block, they know my name on my block
And every since I blew up, it aint tha same on my block
I live on my block, I eat ribs on my block
You might see me wit William Gibbs on my block
I'm real wit my block, I chill on my block
7 years and 5 days nigga, and I'm still on my block

What nigga, feel that, Lil' Flip, Cloverland, Godfather, Pittsburgh
Crime, New York, nigga Dante, California, feel that, from my block to yo
block, nigga, we do tha same..thang

(Lil' Flip talkin')
Ha ha, this tha realest shit I wrote
Ya'll say we look like kids
Oh ya'll don't think I heard what ya'll said
You puttin' it on tape, this for my dogz, nigga

(Chorus)
I'll ride for my dogz, I'll lie for my dogz
If it come down to it, I'll die for my dogz
I'ma thug with my dogz, I got love for my dogz
What I'm really tryin' to say, don't fuck with my dogz

(Lil' Flip)
Grab yo AK's, pumps and even Calicos
I fight for my dogz like we at the Alamo
If you run up on me, I'ma have to tear yo' clothes
So give me what you got, yo' rings and valuables
And if you fuck wit my dogz I'ma blow you away
And chop you up like ham and throw you away
I ain't never been no hoe, so stop bumpin' yo' gums
Oh you can't talk shit, when you got a pump on yo' tongue

(Scoopastar)
I cop bricks, in tha six, watchin' flicks wit my dogz
Cause flippin' 2 for 36 and hit licks wit my dogz
Cop glocks, rock blocks, investin' stocks wit my dogz
Sit on docks, boardin' yachts, wit my big shots dogz
I'll take over ya cut wit my SuckaFree dogz
And I'll chop a busta up for APT dogz
I get brains, run trains and switch positions wit my dogz
Grip grain and swang lanes in Expeditions wit my dogz

(Will-lean)
I ride wit my dogz, I drank and get high wit my dogz
You betta run and try to hide when I collide wit my dogz
I bust AK's, aortas and 45's wit my dogz
Just make you slip, slide and fall and get tied like a hog
I break banks wit my dogz, I make stakcs wit my dogz
We rip a nigga ass up, like this track wit my dogz
I floss baggetts, princess cuts and Lexus trucks wit my dogz
And if you wanna live and raise yo kids, don't fuck wit my dogz

(B.G. Duke)
Gettin' fucked wit my dogz, I'ma make 'em call tha laws
My baggetts is shinin' and eat you up like Jaws
I'm beatin' through, black crew with wrist roo
C-note wit tha guns and Flip you get the loot
And when I shoot, I shoot to execute
Me, Taz and Scoop, hittin' licks in tha booth
That's what I do, in a bulletproof coupe
If you ain't my dog, then nigga fuck you

(Chorus)

(Lil' Flip)
Hey, hey, hey..When it come to my dogz, I'll spit on yo' face
And you bet not get caught, wit yo' shit on yo' waist
Cause if I catch you off base, I'm mamin' and choppin'
You might as well give up now, cause when I'm swangin', you droppin'
Nigga get outta line, I'm hurtin' 'em all
I caught fake niggas rough, cause when I'm swervin', they fall
I'm makin' CEO money, while you work in tha mall
And if you know about Flip, then you heard of my dogz
There he go, that nigga right there, he's a hoe
And I'm leave his white T-shirt wit a hole
I'll put him in a finger fold, don't fuck wit Flipper, hoe
I'm a kiss you wit a bullet, under a mistletoe

(Taz)
Cockin' back, point him out, watch I'll bust this nigga
Lay 'em tote, 100 shot, we couldn't trust this nigga
Infrared, touch his head, you couldn't duck this nigga
Call tha coroner, chalk him out, cause we done fucked this nigga

(Lil' Flip)
Hey, and we stuck that nigga, like a chicken, plucked that nigga
finger fucked that nigga, like shit we flushed that nigga

(Taz)
Like a diamond, we crushed that nigga, bust that nigga
And ride wit Lil' Flip, cleanin' up on niggas
Droppin' bullets like rain, wettin' up yo niggas
Fuck you and everythang you love, hoe nigga

(Lil' Flip)
In conclusion, I'll empty out a full clip
You aint known for trampolines, but you gon do a full flip
And whatever you said, I'ma make you take it back
And if you chest get got, nigga I'ma make it flat
So you betta watch out before we run in yo house
And tie you up like tennis shoes, and put a gun in yo' mouth

(Chorus)

(Lil' Flip talkin')
For my dogz nigga, ya'll wonder why ya'll don't see me, cause I only chill
wit real niggas, nigga scoopastar, the original star, nigga Taz, Will-lean,
tha chemist, B.G. Duke, Humpty Hump, Les, Snoop, my real niggas, we don't
fuck wit fraud niggas, Shasta, nigga Myron, fuck wit real niggas, you wonder
why Lil' Flip don't be givin' you dap or speakin' to you nigga, nigga you
ain't real, nigga, nigga I'll ride for my dogz....On my arm, nigga

(Chorus 1) - Lil' Flip (Lil' James)
You on point James (I'm on point Flip)
You act bad James (I act bad Flip)
You got skills (Nigga you know I got skills)
Then lets put our brains together and make some mills

(Lil' James)
I got skills like a coal mine lined up with a drill
Keep the crowd on their feet like Vince Carter wind mills
I'm from the heart of the streets it ain't no harder than me
You better throw in a towel you can't flow harder than me
If ain't sparkin up sweets I'm bowgarding the beat
Then I'm in studios spittin flows dodging the heat
Game is harder to creep mind harder to piece
It's so throwed you gon need tinted goggles to see
It's iced out
You think you can hang like Wayne its lights out
You think you can hang with Big James you might drop
You think you can grip with Lil' Flip you might ship
So don't slip we knocking tight like vice grip

(Chorus 2) - Lil' James (Lil' Flip)
You on point Flip (I'm on point James)
You act bad Flip (I act bad James)
You got skills (Nigga you know I got skills)
Well lets put our brains together and make some mills

(Lil' Flip)
You know I got skills like Kevin Garnett
In my garage I got eleven(11) carvettes
I'm Lil' Flip and I'm the freestyle king
And I like to act bad did you peep my ring
And the heat I bring burn like acid
So step back cause I burn through plastic
I'm the hardest down south and niggas hate that
You claim you makin cash but you ain't drop a tape yet
I'm a CEO you know what that mean
Don't nobody touch my green
Some niggas can't rap some niggas can't flow
But guess what Lil' Flip can do both

(Chorus 2)

(Lil' Flip)
Well I'm a mic wrecker
A lamburgini price checker
Rolex baggetts 30 pointer ice bezel

(Lil' James)
I'm a freestyle ace
Shining all in your face
Same gator on my shoes wraped around my waisted

(Lil' Flip)
I'm a track ripper
A black dob hat tipper
I step out at the grammys wearing black slippers

(Lil' James)
I'm a bin bibber
Orange juice and gin sipper
On this track I went first the hook and then Flipper

(Lil' Flip)
I'm a song writer
And I carry my own title
I copyright all of shit
so nigga don't bite her

(Lil' James)
I'm a fast flower
True naked ass shower
Endo octomo hydro hash blower

(Lil' Flip)
I'm a big shot
I'm the king of Hip Hop
And when I freestyle I leave you with your lips lock

(Lil' James)
I'm a mud puppy
Codeine cup guppy
I eat fish shrimp french fries with hush puppys

(Lil' Flip)
I'm in a path finder
I'm autograph signer
And I'm gon be rich until I'm a flat liner

(Lil' James)
I'm a young thug ready
ninthteens(19) on my chevy
Breaking hoes like Eddie
More blades than Freddie

(Lil' Flip)
Now I'm a superstar
I know you heard of a star
We the ones that be driving them convertable cars

(Lil' James)
I'm a Sunny Side nigga out of Check A Hoe Texas
I stay money wide nigga like a chief executive

(Chorus 1)

(Chorus 2)