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from Lil' Flip - You'z A Trick (Clean Version) (2005)
Woah, Woah, Woah (You'z A Trick)
Woah, Woah, Woah Here we go! <i>[Chorus: x4]</i> Don't spend no money I'm a pimp - I'm a pimp Why you keep spendin money - you'ze a trick You'z a trick (You'z a trick) Aye once again I'm back with the flow to make all ya'll haters mad I'm at the club every night but I ain't trickin cash poppin bottles, fuckin models you know we do it big clip with hollows if you follow me I'm a split ya wig we thirty deep at the club we all iced out Clover G's party until they cut the lights off drinkin, smokin, chillin you know we get it crunk boy VVS's in my ear this how you stunt boy on the East they roll dutches-we smokin blunts boy when we get in town look at the line in the front boy now listen ma you know you rollin with a G right and half of my crew already got three stripes ya'll gettin three mics-I'm gettin four and better that nigga wanna fuck you I just want yo'cheddar I'm on another level, take a look at my bezzel if yo'baby daddy wanna fight-tell him it's whatever <i>[Chorus]</i> Aye I got my cash up, my top down-these hoes think I'm hot now grippin grain, diamond chain five karat rocks now don't nobody get it poppin like my crew do it if the music too fast homey I'm a Screw it 24's on H2's drop top, candy blue ya friend wanna leave with me, but shit I'm tryna leave with you I can show you off my game, pimpin ain't gon'never change get my money in arrange you might get a Clover chain I be drivin state to state pimpin hoes, makin cake Clover G's collared shirt, tennis shoes baby they (woooh) I do drive but half of the time I'm too high alligator air force ones girl I'm too fly (wooooh) cause I'm caked up-my wrist Jac'd up I don't know why these niggaz hate us but I'm a stay paid and chop on blades cause everytime you trick my money get made (yeah) <i>[Chorus]</i> "You'z a trick" - <i>[repeated until the end]</i> |
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from Lil' Flip - You'z A Trick (Explicit Version) (2005)
Woah, Woah, Woah (You'z A Trick)
Woah, Woah, Woah Here we go! <i>[Chorus: x4]</i> Don't spend no money I'm a pimp - I'm a pimp Why you keep spendin money - you'ze a trick You'z a trick (You'z a trick) Aye once again I'm back with the flow to make all ya'll haters mad I'm at the club every night but I ain't trickin cash poppin bottles, fuckin models you know we do it big clip with hollows if you follow me I'm a split ya wig we thirty deep at the club we all iced out Clover G's party until they cut the lights off drinkin, smokin, chillin you know we get it crunk boy VVS's in my ear this how you stunt boy on the East they roll dutches-we smokin blunts boy when we get in town look at the line in the front boy now listen ma you know you rollin with a G right and half of my crew already got three stripes ya'll gettin three mics-I'm gettin four and better that nigga wanna fuck you I just want yo'cheddar I'm on another level, take a look at my bezzel if yo'baby daddy wanna fight-tell him it's whatever <i>[Chorus]</i> Aye I got my cash up, my top down-these hoes think I'm hot now grippin grain, diamond chain five karat rocks now don't nobody get it poppin like my crew do it if the music too fast homey I'm a Screw it 24's on H2's drop top, candy blue ya friend wanna leave with me, but shit I'm tryna leave with you I can show you off my game, pimpin ain't gon'never change get my money in arrange you might get a Clover chain I be drivin state to state pimpin hoes, makin cake Clover G's collared shirt, tennis shoes baby they (woooh) I do drive but half of the time I'm too high alligator air force ones girl I'm too fly (wooooh) cause I'm caked up-my wrist Jac'd up I don't know why these niggaz hate us but I'm a stay paid and chop on blades cause everytime you trick my money get made (yeah) <i>[Chorus]</i> "You'z a trick" - <i>[repeated until the end]</i> |
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from Lil' Flip - You''z A Trick (Explicit Version) (2005)
Woah, Woah, Woah (You'z A Trick)
Woah, Woah, Woah Here we go! <i>[Chorus: x4]</i> Don't spend no money I'm a pimp - I'm a pimp Why you keep spendin money - you'ze a trick You'z a trick (You'z a trick) Aye once again I'm back with the flow to make all ya'll haters mad I'm at the club every night but I ain't trickin cash poppin bottles, fuckin models you know we do it big clip with hollows if you follow me I'm a split ya wig we thirty deep at the club we all iced out Clover G's party until they cut the lights off drinkin, smokin, chillin you know we get it crunk boy VVS's in my ear this how you stunt boy on the East they roll dutches-we smokin blunts boy when we get in town look at the line in the front boy now listen ma you know you rollin with a G right and half of my crew already got three stripes ya'll gettin three mics-I'm gettin four and better that nigga wanna fuck you I just want yo'cheddar I'm on another level, take a look at my bezzel if yo'baby daddy wanna fight-tell him it's whatever <i>[Chorus]</i> Aye I got my cash up, my top down-these hoes think I'm hot now grippin grain, diamond chain five karat rocks now don't nobody get it poppin like my crew do it if the music too fast homey I'm a Screw it 24's on H2's drop top, candy blue ya friend wanna leave with me, but shit I'm tryna leave with you I can show you off my game, pimpin ain't gon'never change get my money in arrange you might get a Clover chain I be drivin state to state pimpin hoes, makin cake Clover G's collared shirt, tennis shoes baby they (woooh) I do drive but half of the time I'm too high alligator air force ones girl I'm too fly (wooooh) cause I'm caked up-my wrist Jac'd up I don't know why these niggaz hate us but I'm a stay paid and chop on blades cause everytime you trick my money get made (yeah) <i>[Chorus]</i> "You'z a trick" - <i>[repeated until the end]</i> |
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from Lil' Flip - I Need Mine (Explicit) (2006)
Woah, Woah, Woah (You'z A Trick)
Woah, Woah, Woah Here we go! <i>[Chorus: x4]</i> Don't spend no money I'm a pimp - I'm a pimp Why you keep spendin money - you'ze a trick You'z a trick (You'z a trick) Aye once again I'm back with the flow to make all ya'll haters mad I'm at the club every night but I ain't trickin cash poppin bottles, fuckin models you know we do it big clip with hollows if you follow me I'm a split ya wig we thirty deep at the club we all iced out Clover G's party until they cut the lights off drinkin, smokin, chillin you know we get it crunk boy VVS's in my ear this how you stunt boy on the East they roll dutches-we smokin blunts boy when we get in town look at the line in the front boy now listen ma you know you rollin with a G right and half of my crew already got three stripes ya'll gettin three mics-I'm gettin four and better that nigga wanna fuck you I just want yo'cheddar I'm on another level, take a look at my bezzel if yo'baby daddy wanna fight-tell him it's whatever <i>[Chorus]</i> Aye I got my cash up, my top down-these hoes think I'm hot now grippin grain, diamond chain five karat rocks now don't nobody get it poppin like my crew do it if the music too fast homey I'm a Screw it 24's on H2's drop top, candy blue ya friend wanna leave with me, but shit I'm tryna leave with you I can show you off my game, pimpin ain't gon'never change get my money in arrange you might get a Clover chain I be drivin state to state pimpin hoes, makin cake Clover G's collared shirt, tennis shoes baby they (woooh) I do drive but half of the time I'm too high alligator air force ones girl I'm too fly (wooooh) cause I'm caked up-my wrist Jac'd up I don't know why these niggaz hate us but I'm a stay paid and chop on blades cause everytime you trick my money get made (yeah) <i>[Chorus]</i> "You'z a trick" - <i>[repeated until the end]</i> |
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from Lil' Flip - Fliperaci Ep (2006)
Woah, Woah, Woah (You'z A Trick)
Woah, Woah, Woah Here we go! <i>[Chorus: x4]</i> Don't spend no money I'm a pimp - I'm a pimp Why you keep spendin money - you'ze a trick You'z a trick (You'z a trick) Aye once again I'm back with the flow to make all ya'll haters mad I'm at the club every night but I ain't trickin cash poppin bottles, fuckin models you know we do it big clip with hollows if you follow me I'm a split ya wig we thirty deep at the club we all iced out Clover G's party until they cut the lights off drinkin, smokin, chillin you know we get it crunk boy VVS's in my ear this how you stunt boy on the East they roll dutches-we smokin blunts boy when we get in town look at the line in the front boy now listen ma you know you rollin with a G right and half of my crew already got three stripes ya'll gettin three mics-I'm gettin four and better that nigga wanna fuck you I just want yo'cheddar I'm on another level, take a look at my bezzel if yo'baby daddy wanna fight-tell him it's whatever <i>[Chorus]</i> Aye I got my cash up, my top down-these hoes think I'm hot now grippin grain, diamond chain five karat rocks now don't nobody get it poppin like my crew do it if the music too fast homey I'm a Screw it 24's on H2's drop top, candy blue ya friend wanna leave with me, but shit I'm tryna leave with you I can show you off my game, pimpin ain't gon'never change get my money in arrange you might get a Clover chain I be drivin state to state pimpin hoes, makin cake Clover G's collared shirt, tennis shoes baby they (woooh) I do drive but half of the time I'm too high alligator air force ones girl I'm too fly (wooooh) cause I'm caked up-my wrist Jac'd up I don't know why these niggaz hate us but I'm a stay paid and chop on blades cause everytime you trick my money get made (yeah) <i>[Chorus]</i> "You'z a trick" - <i>[repeated until the end]</i> |
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from Lil' Flip - I Need Mine Bonus Ep Volume 3 (2007)
Woah, Woah, Woah (You'z A Trick)
Woah, Woah, Woah Here we go! <i>[Chorus: x4]</i> Don't spend no money I'm a pimp - I'm a pimp Why you keep spendin money - you'ze a trick You'z a trick (You'z a trick) Aye once again I'm back with the flow to make all ya'll haters mad I'm at the club every night but I ain't trickin cash poppin bottles, fuckin models you know we do it big clip with hollows if you follow me I'm a split ya wig we thirty deep at the club we all iced out Clover G's party until they cut the lights off drinkin, smokin, chillin you know we get it crunk boy VVS's in my ear this how you stunt boy on the East they roll dutches-we smokin blunts boy when we get in town look at the line in the front boy now listen ma you know you rollin with a G right and half of my crew already got three stripes ya'll gettin three mics-I'm gettin four and better that nigga wanna fuck you I just want yo'cheddar I'm on another level, take a look at my bezzel if yo'baby daddy wanna fight-tell him it's whatever <i>[Chorus]</i> Aye I got my cash up, my top down-these hoes think I'm hot now grippin grain, diamond chain five karat rocks now don't nobody get it poppin like my crew do it if the music too fast homey I'm a Screw it 24's on H2's drop top, candy blue ya friend wanna leave with me, but shit I'm tryna leave with you I can show you off my game, pimpin ain't gon'never change get my money in arrange you might get a Clover chain I be drivin state to state pimpin hoes, makin cake Clover G's collared shirt, tennis shoes baby they (woooh) I do drive but half of the time I'm too high alligator air force ones girl I'm too fly (wooooh) cause I'm caked up-my wrist Jac'd up I don't know why these niggaz hate us but I'm a stay paid and chop on blades cause everytime you trick my money get made (yeah) <i>[Chorus]</i> "You'z a trick" - <i>[repeated until the end]</i> |
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from Lil' Flip - I Need Mine Bonus Ep Volume 2 (2007)
Woah, Woah, Woah (You'z A Trick)
Woah, Woah, Woah Here we go! <i>[Chorus: x4]</i> Don't spend no money I'm a pimp - I'm a pimp Why you keep spendin money - you'ze a trick You'z a trick (You'z a trick) Aye once again I'm back with the flow to make all ya'll haters mad I'm at the club every night but I ain't trickin cash poppin bottles, fuckin models you know we do it big clip with hollows if you follow me I'm a split ya wig we thirty deep at the club we all iced out Clover G's party until they cut the lights off drinkin, smokin, chillin you know we get it crunk boy VVS's in my ear this how you stunt boy on the East they roll dutches-we smokin blunts boy when we get in town look at the line in the front boy now listen ma you know you rollin with a G right and half of my crew already got three stripes ya'll gettin three mics-I'm gettin four and better that nigga wanna fuck you I just want yo'cheddar I'm on another level, take a look at my bezzel if yo'baby daddy wanna fight-tell him it's whatever <i>[Chorus]</i> Aye I got my cash up, my top down-these hoes think I'm hot now grippin grain, diamond chain five karat rocks now don't nobody get it poppin like my crew do it if the music too fast homey I'm a Screw it 24's on H2's drop top, candy blue ya friend wanna leave with me, but shit I'm tryna leave with you I can show you off my game, pimpin ain't gon'never change get my money in arrange you might get a Clover chain I be drivin state to state pimpin hoes, makin cake Clover G's collared shirt, tennis shoes baby they (woooh) I do drive but half of the time I'm too high alligator air force ones girl I'm too fly (wooooh) cause I'm caked up-my wrist Jac'd up I don't know why these niggaz hate us but I'm a stay paid and chop on blades cause everytime you trick my money get made (yeah) <i>[Chorus]</i> "You'z a trick" - <i>[repeated until the end]</i> |
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from Lil' Flip - I Need Mine Bonus Ep Volume 2 (2007)
Woah, Woah, Woah (You'z A Trick)
Woah, Woah, Woah Here we go! <i>[Chorus: x4]</i> Don't spend no money I'm a pimp - I'm a pimp Why you keep spendin money - you'ze a trick You'z a trick (You'z a trick) Aye once again I'm back with the flow to make all ya'll haters mad I'm at the club every night but I ain't trickin cash poppin bottles, fuckin models you know we do it big clip with hollows if you follow me I'm a split ya wig we thirty deep at the club we all iced out Clover G's party until they cut the lights off drinkin, smokin, chillin you know we get it crunk boy VVS's in my ear this how you stunt boy on the East they roll dutches-we smokin blunts boy when we get in town look at the line in the front boy now listen ma you know you rollin with a G right and half of my crew already got three stripes ya'll gettin three mics-I'm gettin four and better that nigga wanna fuck you I just want yo'cheddar I'm on another level, take a look at my bezzel if yo'baby daddy wanna fight-tell him it's whatever <i>[Chorus]</i> Aye I got my cash up, my top down-these hoes think I'm hot now grippin grain, diamond chain five karat rocks now don't nobody get it poppin like my crew do it if the music too fast homey I'm a Screw it 24's on H2's drop top, candy blue ya friend wanna leave with me, but shit I'm tryna leave with you I can show you off my game, pimpin ain't gon'never change get my money in arrange you might get a Clover chain I be drivin state to state pimpin hoes, makin cake Clover G's collared shirt, tennis shoes baby they (woooh) I do drive but half of the time I'm too high alligator air force ones girl I'm too fly (wooooh) cause I'm caked up-my wrist Jac'd up I don't know why these niggaz hate us but I'm a stay paid and chop on blades cause everytime you trick my money get made (yeah) <i>[Chorus]</i> "You'z a trick" - <i>[repeated until the end]</i> |
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from Lil' Flip - The Leprechaun (2003)
(Lil' Flip Talking)
I aint trippin you know I gotta do this right? It wouldnt be right, y'all think imma let y'all get away wit that Im sucka free, what else you expect? you know what I think though, this is what I think (Chorous repeat 2 times) Y'all niggaz tryna steal my style Some of y'all niggas tryna steal my style I think y'all niggaz tryna steal my style What you gone do next try and steal my smile (Lil' Flip) Y'all niggaz tryna steal my style Remember in I-5 you couldn't feel my style Remember when y'all said you ain't nuttin but a kid Y'all said I wouldn't make it Hey but I did Remember when y'all said me and hump ain't workin' Just check the driveway nigga we ain't hurtin' I bet y'all niggas never take a bank style It ain't my fault that yo group ain't high It ain't my fault that you can't do shows Either we movin' to fast or y'all movin' to slow Now why you wanna go out and make me mad If you drop another album you gone make me laugh (Chorous repeat 2 times) (Lil' Flip) Buy the car Buy the house Remember that That was me Diamonds all in yo face Remember that That was me and C Southside still holdin' Me, Duke, and A.P G's and ballers Ballers and G's That was me and H and C And ever since I became The freestyle king I got dope fiends That wanna be The freestyle king But I can't be copy-ed My style ain't sloppy Do yo C.E.O Put yo money in his pocket How does it feel tryna look like me Nigga you can't even write a hook like me I'm the first young playa in H-Town with platinum teeth I'm the black richie rich with the brain of Master P And I know I got skills I'm droppin' hits like fumbles You got cars in yo yard They ain't shit like hummers So you need to stop rappin' and go back to hustlin' Cause if you drop another tape man you ain't gone make nuttin (Chorous repeat 2 times) (Lil' Flip) I hate copy-cats I hate sloppy tracks If you see me in the club I'll be wearin' botany black I wrote a million hooks I'm down with a million crooks Watch yo mouth downsouth Cause boys stealin' hooks Every time I perform I got a dap for dat You wanna be the freestyle king I got a plaque for dat And you sold some of my raps You think I ain't gon tell I'm sorry but yo next tape ain't gone sell Cause (Chorous repeat 2 times) (Lil' Flip talking) Know what I'm sayin' Lil' Flip the leprechaun A K A the freestyle king I come out sayin' I'm the leprechaun Now everybody else wanna be the leprechaun I come out sayin I'm the freestyle king Now everybody else wanna be the freestyle king Man after this year I'm gone be the freestyle legend I ain't trippin' get yo own stuff Sucka free niggas don't steal |
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from Lil' Flip - U Gotta Feel Me [Clean Version] (2004)
(feat. Diplomats)
Lil' Flip, Jim Jones {*repeat 4X*} (Chorus: Lil' Flip - repeat 2X) Y'all don't want it with us, y'all don't want it with us Y'all don't want it with us (Clover Gs!) Y'all don't want it with us, y'all don't want it with us Y'all don't want it with us (Dip Set!) (Verse 1: Lil' Flip) This sixteen bars of my brain, I show my scars through my pain I write my bars on the plane, I bring my boys on the plane There's nothing like it, I swear Can't no other rappers compare Cause I can spit it or write it Just admit it, you like it I'm the hottest around Niggaz know how I get down But this ain't Making The Band I'm tired of shaking your hand I got the piece to the puzzle, I'm on the streets when I hustle I got the heat with the muzzle, Okay (Okay) You think you know it all, but I proove to show it all When I move, you get one shot, hope you don't blow it, dog Don't bite the hand that feeds you You just a lukewarm, bookworm nigga and believe me, I can read you I'm tired of snakes and rats, I'm moving forward, you pacing back While I'm in N.Y. collaborating, blazing tracks You gotta face the fact, I got the only platinum plaque I did it well, even when I'm gone, my shit'll sell (Chorus) (Verse 2: Jim Jones) Just let my movement protrude (Dips) Or we will move on you dudes (Fuckers) And you niggaz that's beefin, okay I'll chew you like food (Yummy) Don't get Houston confused (No) Cause they music is screwed (Purple) They ain't slow for a second, cause they sippin on lean They will roll up with weapons, the four-fifth and the beam (Boom!) Get you tore up, we stretch 'em, you talk shit to my team (R.I.P.) We controllin' our section, raw shit for the fiends (I'll smack you) The boys controllin' my section, cause we gettin' that cream (Squalie!) And we roll in Rovers, iced out birds and frozen clovers (Blingin!) You know I'm smokin dozers, with that thing I roll with soldiers (East Side!) So if you want it fam, you'll get it fam, I'll hit you man (Unnh) And when I grip that blam, POP! POP! POP!, Dip Set the fam (Chorus) (Verse 3: Lil' Flip) I'm ready to let you have it Glocks and automatics I put them in your chest You shoulda wore your vest Cause we comin to your house With the forty cals Dumpin twenty five rounds Now bitch, lay it down (Jim Jones) So when we pull up to clubs, they say we known for the brawlin And all these bottles I'm poppin, it's uncontrollable ballin Straight from the projects, I'm still cased up with charges It only takes me three seconds to straight spray out a cartridge I'm prepared for the streets, and I ain't scared of police You know my gangstas ride out, we know to fliz with them heats We cop cars with them spinners, I be in Texas for breakfast Sippin' on Purple and Sprite and back in Harlem for dinner (Chorus) |
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from Lil' Flip - U Gotta Feel Me (2004)
(feat. Diplomats)
Lil' Flip, Jim Jones {*repeat 4X*} (Chorus: Lil' Flip - repeat 2X) Y'all don't want it with us, y'all don't want it with us Y'all don't want it with us (Clover Gs!) Y'all don't want it with us, y'all don't want it with us Y'all don't want it with us (Dip Set!) (Verse 1: Lil' Flip) This sixteen bars of my brain, I show my scars through my pain I write my bars on the plane, I bring my boys on the plane There's nothing like it, I swear Can't no other rappers compare Cause I can spit it or write it Just admit it, you like it I'm the hottest around Niggaz know how I get down But this ain't Making The Band I'm tired of shaking your hand I got the piece to the puzzle, I'm on the streets when I hustle I got the heat with the muzzle, Okay (Okay) You think you know it all, but I proove to show it all When I move, you get one shot, hope you don't blow it, dog Don't bite the hand that feeds you You just a lukewarm, bookworm nigga and believe me, I can read you I'm tired of snakes and rats, I'm moving forward, you pacing back While I'm in N.Y. collaborating, blazing tracks You gotta face the fact, I got the only platinum plaque I did it well, even when I'm gone, my shit'll sell (Chorus) (Verse 2: Jim Jones) Just let my movement protrude (Dips) Or we will move on you dudes (Fuckers) And you niggaz that's beefin, okay I'll chew you like food (Yummy) Don't get Houston confused (No) Cause they music is screwed (Purple) They ain't slow for a second, cause they sippin on lean They will roll up with weapons, the four-fifth and the beam (Boom!) Get you tore up, we stretch 'em, you talk shit to my team (R.I.P.) We controllin' our section, raw shit for the fiends (I'll smack you) The boys controllin' my section, cause we gettin' that cream (Squalie!) And we roll in Rovers, iced out birds and frozen clovers (Blingin!) You know I'm smokin dozers, with that thing I roll with soldiers (East Side!) So if you want it fam, you'll get it fam, I'll hit you man (Unnh) And when I grip that blam, POP! POP! POP!, Dip Set the fam (Chorus) (Verse 3: Lil' Flip) I'm ready to let you have it Glocks and automatics I put them in your chest You shoulda wore your vest Cause we comin to your house With the forty cals Dumpin twenty five rounds Now bitch, lay it down (Jim Jones) So when we pull up to clubs, they say we known for the brawlin And all these bottles I'm poppin, it's uncontrollable ballin Straight from the projects, I'm still cased up with charges It only takes me three seconds to straight spray out a cartridge I'm prepared for the streets, and I ain't scared of police You know my gangstas ride out, we know to fliz with them heats We cop cars with them spinners, I be in Texas for breakfast Sippin' on Purple and Sprite and back in Harlem for dinner (Chorus) |
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from Lil' Flip - I Need Mine (2006)
(feat. Mike Jones)
White, white, white cup (yessir) White, white, white cup (yessir) White, white, white cup (yessir) White, white, white cup (yeah!) [Lil' Flip: talking] I keep a white cup nigga It's Fliperachi A.k.a. Mr. I Can Do Dat, a.k.a. The Number One Fly Boy A.k.a. I Ain't No Sony No More [Verse 1: Lil' Flip] Hey, I keep a white cup I gotta get my lean on (lean on) I got a fucked up attitude once all my green gone (green gone?) Gotta put my jeans on (jeans on) Gotta put my rings on (rings on) Hit the button, crank the motor, and put my screens on Shorty P roll the dro Damn you see them hoes?! (you see them hoes?) I don't know where they 'bout to go, but shit I wanna go Before the show I pour a four and then I mix it up (mix it up) I take a old school car, then I fix it up [Hook:] I gotta (I gotta) White, white, white cup You see my (you see my) White, white, white cup I keep my White, white, white cup I love my White, white, white cup Now let's drink niggggggaaaaa White, white cup in my hand I gotta (I gotta) White, white cup in my hand You see my (you see my) White, white cup in my hand I keep my (I keep my) White, white cup in my hand Now let's drink nigggggaaaaa [Verse 2: Lil' Flip] I never lie to my fans not one time These niggas wanna hit the cup, but ain't drop one dime What kind of shit is that? Nigga I'm sippin' that And on my lap is my strap That's where my weapon at Come get it, you want it, you know I got my heat on me Come get it, you want it, you know I got them keys homie They go on cheap homie, they on the streets homie I'm a gangsta so I never run from beef homie I'm sippin', flippin', grippin' woodgrain as I roll (roll) I few platinum chains, but I love gold I like the way it shine, I like the way it glisten (glisten) I got the real drank, you niggas need to listen [Hook: w/ Mike Jones ad libs] Ayyyyyeeeee Ayyyyyeeeee Say Flip Let your boy Mike Jones get some of that purple stuff in this white cup nigga Hahaaaa Hahaaaa [Verse 3: Mike Jones] I stay iced up I gotta get my bling on A million buzz plus before I put my ring on Before my ringtones I was gettin' my green on I told Flip pour me a four to get my lean on Pass me that Sunkist Pass me that purple stuff One hand on woodgrain the other on that white cup Mike Jones and Fliperachi Ain't no one like us I'm rollin' Phantom, he Maybach and we both iced uuupppp [Hook] [Lil' Flip: talking] I know you hear that right That's a white cup A money white cup When we say we got a money cup That mean we poured up a strong... soda You dig what I'm sayin'? |
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from Lil' Flip - U Gotta Feel Me [Clean Version] (2004)
(feat. Grafh, Gravy & Will-Lean)
(Grafh talking) Uh huh yeah look here O-kay black kingdom stand up my name Grafh ya'll-my nigga Lil' Flip my nigga Gravy it's all gravy nigga watch this, uh uh let me show you what it's where I'm from ya hear me....it's like this listen up brick uh, yeah I said, I said (Verse 1: Grafh) Now where I'm from we got fiends that'll kill ya-4 that crack to serve they keep it under they skin until it snap they nerves they clap them burners that go(raaaattt)ya heard now every bullet gotta name-and every cap is deserved the odyssey ain't gotta be my team we tryna be the last of a dyin grave, we blast if you tryna play then spell it out for ya ass if you tryna read you fall like the spot behind ya knees you get sufforcated when you tryin to breathe I dare you to try to sneeze lil'nigga-please lil'nigga my snipers squeeze I gotta connect this dianese tryna keep dope and his rice and beans I'm tryna show you what it's like in Queens ya heard me I've sold dimes of green and if I ran out of sticky-icky I'd sell a nigga dimes of seeds motherfucker I'm a hustler (go get a dutch bruh) (Chorus: Lil' Flip + Grafh) Where I'm from niggaz down to ride or die niggaz don't get high off ya own supply Where I'm from niggaz pack glocks and guns we invest in bricks-fuck stocks and bonds Now where I'm from niggaz sell crack all day and where I'm from niggaz be buckin they mac all day and where I'm from niggaz'll hustle and pack all day and where I'm from they'll clap off strays better run nigga! (Verse 2: Lil' Flip) I'll pistol whip a nigga in front of his click don't play with my money-you son of a bitch! I'm a greedy motherfucker when it comes to mine so I put in extra work in the summertime 'Cause ain't nobody in the world gon' give you shit and don't nobody in yo' hood wanna see you rich so fuck that I'm all about goin and get it and if anybody in the way they gonna get it I'm a G I was raised by killers and thug niggaz that'll sufforcate you(hard breathing)and leave you in a tub nigga hub niggaz for kilo's-and take they work play with me and they gon' have yo face on a shirt I don't play, won't play, I never did I fucked up I could've been a better kid but now it's too late to turn back-stripes on my shirt I earned that (Chorus: Grafh + Lil' Flip - Repeat 2x) Now where I'm from niggaz sell crack all day and where I'm from niggaz be buckin they mac all day and where I'm from niggaz'll hustle and pack all day and where I'm from they'll clap off strays better run nigga! Where I'm from niggaz down to ride or die niggaz don't get high off ya own supply Where I'm from niggaz pack glocks and guns we invest in bricks-fuck stocks and bonds (Verse 3: Gravy) Yo where I'm from we do or die for that money ain't nothing funny, niggaz is bummy, and hungry strugglin, hustlin don't mean shit where they sleep at tryna get off they G-pack, I'm from the (???) haters ain't never stop me yet I made a couple of mistakes but ain't nothing I don't regret it's $5.00 a pop in the hood for some cigarettes where I'm from niggaz'll pop up where you rest where I'm from it's too much for a man to digest where I'm from niggaz lose sleep and get no rest where I'm from it's too much for a man to digest where I'm from niggaz lose sleep and get no rest where I'm from we aim shoot at ya neck(where I'm from) (Verse 4: Will-Lean) Where I'm from I run with a pack of killers and ex con's that'll run in ya drought them three bricks right there they come with them rats and if the cops hit the spot, I'll have 'em runnin in laps I'm the same young nigga pumpin that crack I'm the same young nigga dumpin the gat I'm the same young nigga that'll jump out the 'Lac hit you with the mac and watch that shit jump out ya back throw the gun in the back, plus the bump, and the mac motorize stash box for that so know you know we don't keep 'em under the mat fuckin with the Clover nigga have you under attack (Chorus: Lil' Flip + Grafh - Repeat 2x) Where I'm from niggaz down to ride or die niggaz don't get high off ya own supply Where I'm from niggaz pack glocks and guns we invest in bricks-fuck stocks and bonds Now where I'm from niggaz sell crack all day and where I'm from niggaz be buckin they mac all day and where I'm from niggaz'll hustle and pack all day and where I'm from they'll clap off strays better run nigga! |
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from Lil' Flip - U Gotta Feel Me (2004)
(feat. Grafh, Gravy & Will-Lean)
(Grafh talking) Uh huh yeah look here O-kay black kingdom stand up my name Grafh ya'll-my nigga Lil' Flip my nigga Gravy it's all gravy nigga watch this, uh uh let me show you what it's where I'm from ya hear me....it's like this listen up brick uh, yeah I said, I said (Verse 1: Grafh) Now where I'm from we got fiends that'll kill ya-4 that crack to serve they keep it under they skin until it snap they nerves they clap them burners that go(raaaattt)ya heard now every bullet gotta name-and every cap is deserved the odyssey ain't gotta be my team we tryna be the last of a dyin grave, we blast if you tryna play then spell it out for ya ass if you tryna read you fall like the spot behind ya knees you get sufforcated when you tryin to breathe I dare you to try to sneeze lil'nigga-please lil'nigga my snipers squeeze I gotta connect this dianese tryna keep dope and his rice and beans I'm tryna show you what it's like in Queens ya heard me I've sold dimes of green and if I ran out of sticky-icky I'd sell a nigga dimes of seeds motherfucker I'm a hustler (go get a dutch bruh) (Chorus: Lil' Flip + Grafh) Where I'm from niggaz down to ride or die niggaz don't get high off ya own supply Where I'm from niggaz pack glocks and guns we invest in bricks-fuck stocks and bonds Now where I'm from niggaz sell crack all day and where I'm from niggaz be buckin they mac all day and where I'm from niggaz'll hustle and pack all day and where I'm from they'll clap off strays better run nigga! (Verse 2: Lil' Flip) I'll pistol whip a nigga in front of his click don't play with my money-you son of a bitch! I'm a greedy motherfucker when it comes to mine so I put in extra work in the summertime 'Cause ain't nobody in the world gon' give you shit and don't nobody in yo' hood wanna see you rich so fuck that I'm all about goin and get it and if anybody in the way they gonna get it I'm a G I was raised by killers and thug niggaz that'll sufforcate you(hard breathing)and leave you in a tub nigga hub niggaz for kilo's-and take they work play with me and they gon' have yo face on a shirt I don't play, won't play, I never did I fucked up I could've been a better kid but now it's too late to turn back-stripes on my shirt I earned that (Chorus: Grafh + Lil' Flip - Repeat 2x) Now where I'm from niggaz sell crack all day and where I'm from niggaz be buckin they mac all day and where I'm from niggaz'll hustle and pack all day and where I'm from they'll clap off strays better run nigga! Where I'm from niggaz down to ride or die niggaz don't get high off ya own supply Where I'm from niggaz pack glocks and guns we invest in bricks-fuck stocks and bonds (Verse 3: Gravy) Yo where I'm from we do or die for that money ain't nothing funny, niggaz is bummy, and hungry strugglin, hustlin don't mean shit where they sleep at tryna get off they G-pack, I'm from the (???) haters ain't never stop me yet I made a couple of mistakes but ain't nothing I don't regret it's $5.00 a pop in the hood for some cigarettes where I'm from niggaz'll pop up where you rest where I'm from it's too much for a man to digest where I'm from niggaz lose sleep and get no rest where I'm from it's too much for a man to digest where I'm from niggaz lose sleep and get no rest where I'm from we aim shoot at ya neck(where I'm from) (Verse 4: Will-Lean) Where I'm from I run with a pack of killers and ex con's that'll run in ya drought them three bricks right there they come with them rats and if the cops hit the spot, I'll have 'em runnin in laps I'm the same young nigga pumpin that crack I'm the same young nigga dumpin the gat I'm the same young nigga that'll jump out the 'Lac hit you with the mac and watch that shit jump out ya back throw the gun in the back, plus the bump, and the mac motorize stash box for that so know you know we don't keep 'em under the mat fuckin with the Clover nigga have you under attack (Chorus: Lil' Flip + Grafh - Repeat 2x) Where I'm from niggaz down to ride or die niggaz don't get high off ya own supply Where I'm from niggaz pack glocks and guns we invest in bricks-fuck stocks and bonds Now where I'm from niggaz sell crack all day and where I'm from niggaz be buckin they mac all day and where I'm from niggaz'll hustle and pack all day and where I'm from they'll clap off strays better run nigga! |
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from Lil' Flip - U Gotta Feel Me [Clean Version] (2004)
(hook)
(they call him little flip)whos the 1 had yall leanin 2 the left? (they call him little flip)who got the hottest rap album on the shelf? (they call him little flip)who went platinum wit 1 video? (they call him little flip)who smokin dro in every state he go? (they call him little flip)who made the world say i can do that? (they call him little flip)im ridin spinners on my caddilac (they call him little flip)who got every body wearin yellow diamonds? (they call him little flip)i aint baby but u no im big tymin (Verse 1) man grass green, rifin in the red jeep doin 150 niggaaa bitch u cant catch me u gone respect me, my glock 9 protect me im the 1 on how im livin wit dat candy jetski, elevators in my crib burberry in my car,i drove by the the bar, rubber on the tar cuz i like 2 show off, i usta b the class clown, but the teacher always said "flip sit yo ass down or you can leave the class now" so i left and got paid, but dont get it twisted i made strait a's, but skool didnt pay so i started 2 rap, cuz i wana ride rims i dont want no hub caps, so i picked up my pen but i rele dont need it, if i aint in that magazine then i rele wont read it i cant be defeated cuz im workin 2 hard " o my gosh that boys rims still spinnin on his car (hook) i get respect on the east i get respect on the west, i got plenty jewels on my neck 22's on my lex, im 22 years old wit 22 bad hoes cuz real playas get choseif u dont no now u no, u no i got crazy flo, n i make crazy doe, cuz wen evr im shoppin i make em close down the sto, u no we ballin 4 real nigga im tellin the truth if i evr go broke sorry im selln the clothes, but that aint gone happen cuz im gone keep on rappin n if i keep on grindin imma keep goin platinum sum people think im cappin but im jus livin my life cuz i married the streets dog and thats my wife (hook) yo that me and everything got a fee, i should be payin rent cuz i live on B.E.T.(they call him little flip)yup thats my otha nickname(daaaaaayum) das my otha big chain(they call him little flip) im in the hummer u aint redy 4 my whip games, rims so big my adapters wont fit man, look at my kicks man, all of em custom, i gotta make it cuz i cant go back 2 hustlin, im focust man, with no distraction, im multiplyin money nigga no subtraction im jus relaxin and livin it up niggaaa, u aint no pimp so give me dat cup (hook) |
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from Lil' Flip - U Gotta Feel Me (2004)
(hook)
(they call him little flip)whos the 1 had yall leanin 2 the left? (they call him little flip)who got the hottest rap album on the shelf? (they call him little flip)who went platinum wit 1 video? (they call him little flip)who smokin dro in every state he go? (they call him little flip)who made the world say i can do that? (they call him little flip)im ridin spinners on my caddilac (they call him little flip)who got every body wearin yellow diamonds? (they call him little flip)i aint baby but u no im big tymin (Verse 1) man grass green, rifin in the red jeep doin 150 niggaaa bitch u cant catch me u gone respect me, my glock 9 protect me im the 1 on how im livin wit dat candy jetski, elevators in my crib burberry in my car,i drove by the the bar, rubber on the tar cuz i like 2 show off, i usta b the class clown, but the teacher always said "flip sit yo ass down or you can leave the class now" so i left and got paid, but dont get it twisted i made strait a's, but skool didnt pay so i started 2 rap, cuz i wana ride rims i dont want no hub caps, so i picked up my pen but i rele dont need it, if i aint in that magazine then i rele wont read it i cant be defeated cuz im workin 2 hard " o my gosh that boys rims still spinnin on his car (hook) i get respect on the east i get respect on the west, i got plenty jewels on my neck 22's on my lex, im 22 years old wit 22 bad hoes cuz real playas get choseif u dont no now u no, u no i got crazy flo, n i make crazy doe, cuz wen evr im shoppin i make em close down the sto, u no we ballin 4 real nigga im tellin the truth if i evr go broke sorry im selln the clothes, but that aint gone happen cuz im gone keep on rappin n if i keep on grindin imma keep goin platinum sum people think im cappin but im jus livin my life cuz i married the streets dog and thats my wife (hook) yo that me and everything got a fee, i should be payin rent cuz i live on B.E.T.(they call him little flip)yup thats my otha nickname(daaaaaayum) das my otha big chain(they call him little flip) im in the hummer u aint redy 4 my whip games, rims so big my adapters wont fit man, look at my kicks man, all of em custom, i gotta make it cuz i cant go back 2 hustlin, im focust man, with no distraction, im multiplyin money nigga no subtraction im jus relaxin and livin it up niggaaa, u aint no pimp so give me dat cup (hook) |
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from Lil' Flip - Undaground Legend (Explicit) (2002)
i rhyme at school/ i rhyme in tha club
i got mo cheese than a rat/(want some) my game so deep/ like 2,000 sumthin leagues/ up under tha sea/ but i be on tha streets/ hustlin wit speed/ last of a dyin breed/ niggaz know my magic / i got tricks up my sleeve/ look at how i spit/ look at how i flow/ bet if i fucked up/ that i wouldn't hit tha floe/ case ya'll ain't know/ i ride wit guns n clips/ n got some wise words/ that'll be told like myths/ givin tha game whiffs/ on they shirt it might stain/ my words overflowin, like you caught in heavy rain/ tempo goes/ cornas covered up in snow/ bitch niggaz don't know how it work from tha stove/ cop it cook it chop it/ what ya'll want to do/ this that hot shit that ya'll need ta tune to/ what ya'll want to do/ what ya'll gotta say/ (fuck that screw down hea, okay) how you niggaz actin/ how you niggaz roll/ (fuck that nigga/ southside still on) 2x i'm lettin glocks dispearse/ ta some niggaz i am tha worse/ this tha second verse/ like tuts tomb i'll leave ya cursed/ rock niggaz like babys they be fast asleep/ i got heat/ specially knowin that tha talk is cheap/ but mine cost a whole lot/ of them dollaz n riches/ i keep a hot glock leavin victims wit stitches/ they in obituaries identified by they pictures/ can't be no dj if he ain't scratchin wit mixers/ my rhymes cappable of bein bought by tha latest/ my clique is on tha verge of bein considered tha greatest/ we like ta show off so them hatas gon hate us/ while sippin stonewall/ in tha club i git lazy/ gittin picked up/ bankers we leavin sticked up/ stats leave ya ripped up/ talk shit then step up/ niggaz betta rep(what) they claim/ i'm a head of tha game / 'cause they call me beretta 'cause i'm sprayin ya brain/ Lil Blake a.k.a Beretta High Point, NC 27260 ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By WESLEY WESTON, LAVELL CRUMP, C. NOTE SMITH <i>Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group</i> |
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from Lil' Flip - What It Do (Explicit Version) (2005)
[Scratching: Mannie Fresh] yo red necks, coloreds, asians, africans, euthopians whatever you is-it's ya boy Freshly Snipes ya heard with Young Flip and I call this one [Chorus - Mannie Fresh, Lil' Flip] Now what it do yeah nigga got too much loot Now what it do yeah baby push the GT Coupe Now what it do yeah nigga showin platinum tooth's aye play with me homey let the ego shoot Now what it do yeah baby Young Flipper is back (I'm back) Now what it do yeah nigga candy Cadillacs Now what it do pump your backs it's just too much glass I still rep Cloverland-Know what is y'all sayin? [Verse1: Flip] you know ya baby mama wanna ride with a G cause she shakin her ass to this Mannie Fresh beat I'm fly as a muhfucker-high as a muhfucker 4 rolled diamond chain, iced out belt buckle aye and I'm still on the grind I own 10 watches but I'm never on time I show up late-cause I blow up weight you doin shows down here but you can't go upstate now what it do I'm tryna leave with you and you I'm twenty-deep, I ain't trippin bring ya crew I got my heat you packin little 22's we Clover G's the home of lean and Dj Screw [Chorus: Mannie Fresh, Lil' Flip] Now what it do yeah nigga got too much loot Now what it do yeah baby push the GT Coupe Now what it do yeah nigga showin platinum tooth's aye play with me homey let the ego shoot Now what it do yeah baby Young Flipper is back (I'm back) Now what it do yeah nigga candy Cadillacs Now what it do pump your backs it's just too much glass I still rep Cloverland-Know what is y'all sayin? [Verse2: Lil' Flip] aye I got the big home, the whip chrome the king back you can't take my throne (hell naw) I been chillin on the low gettin dough fuh sho run up on me thirty shots (blat-blat) but I'm lettin e'm go you can't fuck with my team I'm just lettin you know if it cost five-hundred that's regular dro cops pull a nigga over cause they jealous of my car my OZ's twelve-hundred you can smell it through the jar grab a sweet roll it up(coughing)get the drank pour it up and no you can't come with me if you ain't old enough you know that Desert Eagle come with a holster but my GT ain't come with a showfer (damn) [Chorus: Mannie Fresh, Lil' Flip] Now what it do yeah nigga got too much loot Now what it do yeah baby push the GT Coupe Now what it do yeah nigga showin platinum tooth's aye play with me homey let the ego shoot Now what it do yeah baby Young Flipper is back (I'm back) Now what it do yeah nigga candy Cadillacs Now what it do pump your backs it's just too much glass I still rep Cloverland-Know what is y'all sayin? [Verse3: Lil' Flip] Aye the dope boy say I'm shinin' boy but that shit came from grindin boy yellow diamonds every where like I stuck up Johnny dogg I heard ya paper low I got that stuck up money shut the fuck up dummy you ain't hard as us I went to France and found out you ain't large as us I get paid just to come to the club and chill I let ya chick braid my hair-plus she love my grill fuck a house on a hill, cause my shit by the lake I'm like Jigga I can do this in one-take we got wieght, we got dro, we got all the guns ask about Lil' Flip you know where I'm from [Chorus: Mannie Fresh, Lil' Flip] Now what it do yeah nigga got too much loot Now what it do yeah baby push the GT Coupe Now what it do yeah nigga showin platinum tooth's aye play with me homey let the ego shoot Now what it do yeah baby Young Flipper is back (I'm back) Now what it do yeah nigga candy Cadillacs Now what it do pump your backs it's just too much glass I still rep Cloverland-Know what is y'all sayin? [Lil' Flip] yeah aye that's how we do it man y'all niggaz need to step ya game up man clover G's in the motherfuckin building dogg BG Duke in the building, D-Redd in the building Will-Lean the chemist in the building the black Al Capone in the building UA Deal in the building, Mid West in the motherfuckin building and we doin it so, so motherfuckin big Big Shasta in the building, M Dollar in the building we gettin money nigga and when you see me in the streets say "what it do" and don't call me Flip no motherfuckin more call me Flipperachi hahaha and we out |
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from Lil' Flip - I Need Mine (Explicit) (2006)
[Scratching: Mannie Fresh]
yo red necks, coloreds, asians, africans, euthopians whatever you is-it's ya boy Freshly Snipes ya heard with Young Flip and I call this one [Chorus - Mannie Fresh, Lil' Flip] Now what it do yeah nigga got too much loot Now what it do yeah baby push the GT Coupe Now what it do yeah nigga showin platinum tooth's aye play with me homey let the ego shoot Now what it do yeah baby Young Flipper is back (I'm back) Now what it do yeah nigga candy Cadillacs Now what it do pump your backs it's just too much glass I still rep Cloverland-Know what is y'all sayin? [Verse1: Flip] you know ya baby mama wanna ride with a G cause she shakin her ass to this Mannie Fresh beat I'm fly as a muhfucker-high as a muhfucker 4 rolled diamond chain, iced out belt buckle aye and I'm still on the grind I own 10 watches but I'm never on time I show up late-cause I blow up weight you doin shows down here but you can't go upstate now what it do I'm tryna leave with you and you I'm twenty-deep, I ain't trippin bring ya crew I got my heat you packin little 22's we Clover G's the home of lean and Dj Screw [Chorus: Mannie Fresh, Lil' Flip] Now what it do yeah nigga got too much loot Now what it do yeah baby push the GT Coupe Now what it do yeah nigga showin platinum tooth's aye play with me homey let the ego shoot Now what it do yeah baby Young Flipper is back (I'm back) Now what it do yeah nigga candy Cadillacs Now what it do pump your backs it's just too much glass I still rep Cloverland-Know what is y'all sayin? [Verse2: Lil' Flip] aye I got the big home, the whip chrome the king back you can't take my throne (hell naw) I been chillin on the low gettin dough fuh sho run up on me thirty shots (blat-blat) but I'm lettin e'm go you can't fuck with my team I'm just lettin you know if it cost five-hundred that's regular dro cops pull a nigga over cause they jealous of my car my OZ's twelve-hundred you can smell it through the jar grab a sweet roll it up(coughing)get the drank pour it up and no you can't come with me if you ain't old enough you know that Desert Eagle come with a holster but my GT ain't come with a showfer (damn) [Chorus: Mannie Fresh, Lil' Flip] Now what it do yeah nigga got too much loot Now what it do yeah baby push the GT Coupe Now what it do yeah nigga showin platinum tooth's aye play with me homey let the ego shoot Now what it do yeah baby Young Flipper is back (I'm back) Now what it do yeah nigga candy Cadillacs Now what it do pump your backs it's just too much glass I still rep Cloverland-Know what is y'all sayin? [Verse3: Lil' Flip] Aye the dope boy say I'm shinin' boy but that shit came from grindin boy yellow diamonds every where like I stuck up Johnny dogg I heard ya paper low I got that stuck up money shut the fuck up dummy you ain't hard as us I went to France and found out you ain't large as us I get paid just to come to the club and chill I let ya chick braid my hair-plus she love my grill fuck a house on a hill, cause my shit by the lake I'm like Jigga I can do this in one-take we got wieght, we got dro, we got all the guns ask about Lil' Flip you know where I'm from [Chorus: Mannie Fresh, Lil' Flip] Now what it do yeah nigga got too much loot Now what it do yeah baby push the GT Coupe Now what it do yeah nigga showin platinum tooth's aye play with me homey let the ego shoot Now what it do yeah baby Young Flipper is back (I'm back) Now what it do yeah nigga candy Cadillacs Now what it do pump your backs it's just too much glass I still rep Cloverland-Know what is y'all sayin? [Lil' Flip] yeah aye that's how we do it man y'all niggaz need to step ya game up man clover G's in the motherfuckin building dogg BG Duke in the building, D-Redd in the building Will-Lean the chemist in the building the black Al Capone in the building UA Deal in the building, Mid West in the motherfuckin building and we doin it so, so motherfuckin big Big Shasta in the building, M Dollar in the building we gettin money nigga and when you see me in the streets say "what it do" and don't call me Flip no motherfuckin more call me Flipperachi hahaha and we out |
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from Lil' Flip - I Need Mine Bonus Ep Volume 3 (2007)
[Scratching: Mannie Fresh]
yo red necks, coloreds, asians, africans, euthopians whatever you is-it's ya boy Freshly Snipes ya heard with Young Flip and I call this one [Chorus - Mannie Fresh, Lil' Flip] Now what it do yeah nigga got too much loot Now what it do yeah baby push the GT Coupe Now what it do yeah nigga showin platinum tooth's aye play with me homey let the ego shoot Now what it do yeah baby Young Flipper is back (I'm back) Now what it do yeah nigga candy Cadillacs Now what it do pump your backs it's just too much glass I still rep Cloverland-Know what is y'all sayin? [Verse1: Flip] you know ya baby mama wanna ride with a G cause she shakin her ass to this Mannie Fresh beat I'm fly as a muhfucker-high as a muhfucker 4 rolled diamond chain, iced out belt buckle aye and I'm still on the grind I own 10 watches but I'm never on time I show up late-cause I blow up weight you doin shows down here but you can't go upstate now what it do I'm tryna leave with you and you I'm twenty-deep, I ain't trippin bring ya crew I got my heat you packin little 22's we Clover G's the home of lean and Dj Screw [Chorus: Mannie Fresh, Lil' Flip] Now what it do yeah nigga got too much loot Now what it do yeah baby push the GT Coupe Now what it do yeah nigga showin platinum tooth's aye play with me homey let the ego shoot Now what it do yeah baby Young Flipper is back (I'm back) Now what it do yeah nigga candy Cadillacs Now what it do pump your backs it's just too much glass I still rep Cloverland-Know what is y'all sayin? [Verse2: Lil' Flip] aye I got the big home, the whip chrome the king back you can't take my throne (hell naw) I been chillin on the low gettin dough fuh sho run up on me thirty shots (blat-blat) but I'm lettin e'm go you can't fuck with my team I'm just lettin you know if it cost five-hundred that's regular dro cops pull a nigga over cause they jealous of my car my OZ's twelve-hundred you can smell it through the jar grab a sweet roll it up(coughing)get the drank pour it up and no you can't come with me if you ain't old enough you know that Desert Eagle come with a holster but my GT ain't come with a showfer (damn) [Chorus: Mannie Fresh, Lil' Flip] Now what it do yeah nigga got too much loot Now what it do yeah baby push the GT Coupe Now what it do yeah nigga showin platinum tooth's aye play with me homey let the ego shoot Now what it do yeah baby Young Flipper is back (I'm back) Now what it do yeah nigga candy Cadillacs Now what it do pump your backs it's just too much glass I still rep Cloverland-Know what is y'all sayin? [Verse3: Lil' Flip] Aye the dope boy say I'm shinin' boy but that shit came from grindin boy yellow diamonds every where like I stuck up Johnny dogg I heard ya paper low I got that stuck up money shut the fuck up dummy you ain't hard as us I went to France and found out you ain't large as us I get paid just to come to the club and chill I let ya chick braid my hair-plus she love my grill fuck a house on a hill, cause my shit by the lake I'm like Jigga I can do this in one-take we got wieght, we got dro, we got all the guns ask about Lil' Flip you know where I'm from [Chorus: Mannie Fresh, Lil' Flip] Now what it do yeah nigga got too much loot Now what it do yeah baby push the GT Coupe Now what it do yeah nigga showin platinum tooth's aye play with me homey let the ego shoot Now what it do yeah baby Young Flipper is back (I'm back) Now what it do yeah nigga candy Cadillacs Now what it do pump your backs it's just too much glass I still rep Cloverland-Know what is y'all sayin? [Lil' Flip] yeah aye that's how we do it man y'all niggaz need to step ya game up man clover G's in the motherfuckin building dogg BG Duke in the building, D-Redd in the building Will-Lean the chemist in the building the black Al Capone in the building UA Deal in the building, Mid West in the motherfuckin building and we doin it so, so motherfuckin big Big Shasta in the building, M Dollar in the building we gettin money nigga and when you see me in the streets say "what it do" and don't call me Flip no motherfuckin more call me Flipperachi hahaha and we out |
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from Lil' Flip - Undaground Legend (Explicit) (2002)
Hi, this is the Lifestyles of the Rich and Famous
Today we're interviewing Lil' Flip (what's up man) So Lil' Flip tell me, how long have you been rapping (man I've been rapping ever since)... [Lil' Flip] 1995, I was in junior high I saw a lot of shit, so I was glad to be alive A lot of people died, but a lot of people here And when I turned 15, my vision got clear It's time to be a man, time to make a plan It's cool to make a hundred, but it's best to make a grand My Granny got sick, and then they found cancer We got to pay the doctors, but God got the answer The surgery went good, my Granny doing well My baby on the way so I can't go to jail And to my niggas on the block, stop selling rocks 'Cause I'm a tell the truth you can't outsmart the cops You see what I did, I only drop hits Chopping up game, why'all chopping up bricks And some niggas snitch, cause they can't take the heat How we gone go buy a system when the system got his beat [Young Redd] Hey, I'm from the home of the Astros, home of the Rockets Born to rap yo, with a microphone in my pocket Always thought I was grown, you couldn't tell me nothing I would talk shit if you tried to tell me something But I regret that, I had some minor setbacks Old people thought my future would be jet black All my years growing up, I thought life was a game You can't make it real far, thinking life is a game Yeah we lost a couple of friends, I almost lost my brother I don't know what would of happened if we lost eachother Everyday is something new, I just take it in stride You only got one life, so enjoy the ride Sometimes I was paid, sometimes I was broke Me and Gray started hustling but my mama didn't know But it's cool, cause now I'm into this music The man gave us a gift and we loving to use it And if you look real close you'll see That you can only be you, and I can be me 'Cause can't nobody ever live my life but me But you will never see what I see like me huh me [Chorus: x 2] And you don't know what I've been through So you shouldn't judge me And you don't know what I will and I won't do So you shouldn't judge me [Lil Ron] It's getting harder now I just don't understand Why the people in the world disgrace the black man All that I could say, is pray and let it be Little right and try your best not to end up like me See I was the nigga that slang dope and steal cars Glad I stopped before it led behind bars Heart aches and scars, help me feel my way Understand today I got a decision to make Now do I want to live right or continue going wrong I'm never at home this music keep a nigga gone But this is what gets me, who are you to judge 'Cause I'm young and black, people still hold a grudge Just a nudge right now'd push me over the end When I was 14 I lost a very close friend And ever since then my life ain't been the same That's the biggest reason why I had to make a change [Lil' Flip] Never judge a book by it's cover, a man by his wealth And if you already on your feet why don't you help somebody else This what I was taught, so that's what I live by 'Cause you can't take none of this shit with you when you die So everyday I try, to keep my head high But these bird ass niggas always jump fly Should I take em out the game, naw I'ma use my brain I'm a kill em with kindness, and blow up my name I came from nothing, and now I got a little change A nigga happy now but I went through some pain And everyday it rain, there's gone be some sunshine I never thought I could put my whole life in one rhyme [Chorus: x 2 |
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from Lil' Flip - I Need Mine Bonus Ep Volume 1 (2007)
(feat. Big Shasta)
[Chorus x2: Big Shasta] All my niggas on lock keep ya head up My niggas on the block get ya bread up, I'ma get this cheddar (Hey!) We go make it out the hood mayne (Hey!) We go make it out the hood mayne [Lil' Flip:] Yeah I made it out the hood but I still go back To check on my fam and buy my love bro throwbacks I came a long way, it ain't my fault you went the wrong way And listen up I'm grown nigga, I don't play I got show money (yeah), plus liquor money (yeah) After I get off stage I got picture money These rap cats ain't stickin to the G-code You thing you fly cause you got a few free-throws I know squares that cook O's, you damn right And if you want it, you gotta pay the damn price I do this for the dope boys with them AK's I'm a fly yellow nigga like Kay-Kay [Chorus x2] [Lil' Flip:] Ay, you ain't gotta be fake I know y'all don't like me Cause when I got shot up, y'all ain't right me You got a chip on your shoulder, I got a clip in my holster The difference between us, is I'm focused Nowadays e'rybody wanna talk about me But you know you can't mention the South without me Record labels came, and record labels went Pay attention to your checks, watch the money you spend Your kids dirty, but you ride around in a Benz Everyday at Pappadeux, trickin ya ends It ain't the color of our skin, that hold us back It's a fact, niggas don't know how to act A few niggas get paid e'rybody want a piece Shit start goin wrong e'rybody wanna leave Record sales low e'rybody wanna beef (No matter where I go) I keep it H double O-D [Chorus x2] [Lil' Flip:] Ay, all my niggas makin forty-five hunnid a week We overseas blowin trees, yeah it's somethin to see You'll never hear me say "I don't need the hood" All my niggas gettin fat cause I feed the hood It ain't my fault y'all niggas don't leave the hood I did everything y'all ain't believe I could Huh, you not ahead of me, I got longevity I'm tryin to leave my lil' boy, a legacy I got the recipe, you wanna make a hit You not impressin me, talkin bout bricks I made it out the hood, and I'm still thuggin Accepted by Hollywood, and I'm still hustlin And that's a goddamn shame right? Oh well, I'm tryin to get my change right And you'll survive, if you play the game right I fly G-5's I ain't gotta change flights [Chorus x2] |
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from Lil' Flip - Undaground Legend (Explicit) (2002)
feat. Bizzy Bone
(talking) (Chorus: Bizzy Bone - 2x) We ain't scared, especially if you come up to us And try to bust and when you think we ain't for playa hating We ain't scared, and just because we Serious, mysterious and curious [Lil' Flip] You niggas acting like hoes, wearing eachother clothes Bragging about platinum, nigga that's white gold Fake niggas talk, and real niggas hush Fake niggas run, and real niggas bust why'all got me fucked up, I been a street nigga And when it's cold outside, I bring my heat nigga Don't beef with me nigga, cause I get down and dirty I make a call at one o'clock, you gone by one-thirty Nigga I ain't scared I pack, infrareds My enemies like batteries, half of em dead You heard what I said, I'm down with trigga play Cause all you see in convicts and killas, where I stay I know Hump, got my front and Redd, got my back I know Bizzy, got a tech and I'm coming with a mac So start riding your wheel, we coming with the steal And it's a fact, that most niggas mouth get em killed (Chorus - 2x) We ain't scared, especially if you come up to us And try to bust and when you think we ain't for playa hating We ain't scared, and just because we Serious, mysterious and curious [Lil' Flip] I cock and spray, hit you from a block away We ain't scared, believe me we got a lot to say And if you see me in the club with a smile on my face That don't mean shit cause I got a nine on my waist So you can play Superman and get your ass paralyzed Cause when it comes to my guns, they all super-sized You better recognize we ain't Sucka Free for nothing So when I say I'ma get you, you know I ain't bluffing Cause niggas turn into hoes when you pull a gun out And if I pull a gun out, I'm trying to knock a lung off Now who the boss, nigga you already know I got a team of headbusters, where ever I go And if you got beef let me know I'm ready for war I got a semi-automatic that'll machete your car And next time you talk down, I'ma teach you a lesson So call mama, and tell her she gone need her a reverend, what (Chorus - 2x) We ain't scared, especially if you come up to us And try to bust and when you think we ain't for playa hating We ain't scared, and just because we Serious, mysterious and curious [Bizzy Bone] Papi cholo, cops sniffing co-co, my deadly remedies Like hot topics, hit that body look like frishchami And that Bone Thugs-N-Harmony, telling everybody Hit the floor, so what in the fuck you think I came here for Warrior, ain't no other character, for the love of money yeah When I'm down in Houston, Texas niggas are gut playas Some of these niggas is dinosaurs abducted like flying saucers Niggas don't think like that, lick it down, on my alters The most of my grave suite, model mama, put em up now Daddy use to beat you deeply I stay on my tech with die-yah Tupac to Bob Marely, my six the holley Halle Berry touching my braids They ain't giving justice's name killing em black bald and all Game recognize game, fame recognize fame Niggas they hang, niggas they bang, niggas they slang Pick up your Mac 10 quickly and bring the pain One in the brain, one in the body it's an everyday thang (Chorus - 2x) We ain't scared, especially if you come up to us And try to bust and when you think we ain't for playa hating We ain't scared, and just because we Serious, mysterious and curious (talking) |
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from Lil' Flip - U Gotta Feel Me [Clean Version] (2004)
(feat. Pastor Troy, Baby D & Killer Mike)
(Pastor Troy) We-we ain't playin (ain't playin wit ya) we-we ain't playin (ain't playin wit ya) we-we ain't playin (ain't playin wit ya) (Verse 1:Lil' Flip) Uh, I'm smoking blunts with my niggaz-I'm pullin triggers for cash promoters comin up short we put that heat on they ass 'cause when that shot gun blast, it ain't no stoppin the shells you doing shows everyday but you ain't clockin no mail I'm in the A-T-L fuckin with killers and thugs just book me for a show and watch me fill up the club I gets nothing but love-I ride nothing but dubs you steadily talkin that shit but you want box me with gloves don't make me fuck up ya mug, don't make me wire ya jaw I'm never scared like Bone Crusher so go hire a law so he can watch yo back, I hope he got yo gat you ain't sound scannin so how you got yo plaque? (nigggaa) (Chorus: Pastor Troy) We ain't playin' (what they stressin nigga) we ain't playin' (what they yellin nigga) We ain't playin' (what they stressin nigga) we ain't playin' (what they yellin nigga) (Verse 2: Pastor Troy) I'm bout to bust me a head, I'm bout to hurt me a hoe I'm in the club on this riddlin nigga and puffin the dro' you already know bitch it's PT! and ain't naan nigga in here (bullet shots) gon' fuck wit me I roll with Little'Flip lettin them hollows rip straight at yo chest plate I can't fuckin wait until a nigga cross my path you do the math I got thirty in my clip, tell them niggaz Little'Flip (Chorus) (Verse 3: Killer Mike) Nigga roll wit ya self bring more drama then a Shakespeare play when I pull that K-up off the shelf shot the deputy and the chief got my crew need no one else lose my crew smoke by myself, drink by myself sit at the crib and plot by myself back to the block serve rocks by myself back to the block nigga break yo self got somethin I need don't play yo self you can freestyle I'm a pay myself, money over bitches I'm a stay myself you love hoes-I love myself wake up in the mornin and hug myself when I hang with Flip we leanin left with a flock of hoes like we some pimps (Verse 4: Baby D) When I step in the club everybody gettin up cause they know I came to make 'em jump from the North, to the South, to the East, to the West put 'em up, represent it, and get it crunk throwin bows when ya bouncin on the flo' let me ask ya lil'shawty what you really, really wanna do I know you got 50 niggaz but I got 50 niggaz matter-of-fact me and Flip make 52 stay ready to act a fool, throwin them blades up on the stage give me three step back my nigga or get hate delay my mind state, you get (??)up fa sho it's goin down tonight and you know, kickin in do's givin 'em hell, makin 'em second bout the rhicter scale A-T-L keepin 'em bouncin off the hook leavin haters shook and we ain't playin my nigga we'll fuck you up (Chorus) - repeat to end |
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from Lil' Flip - U Gotta Feel Me (2004)
(feat. Pastor Troy, Baby D & Killer Mike)
(Pastor Troy) We-we ain't playin (ain't playin wit ya) we-we ain't playin (ain't playin wit ya) we-we ain't playin (ain't playin wit ya) (Verse 1:Lil' Flip) Uh, I'm smoking blunts with my niggaz-I'm pullin triggers for cash promoters comin up short we put that heat on they ass 'cause when that shot gun blast, it ain't no stoppin the shells you doing shows everyday but you ain't clockin no mail I'm in the A-T-L fuckin with killers and thugs just book me for a show and watch me fill up the club I gets nothing but love-I ride nothing but dubs you steadily talkin that shit but you want box me with gloves don't make me fuck up ya mug, don't make me wire ya jaw I'm never scared like Bone Crusher so go hire a law so he can watch yo back, I hope he got yo gat you ain't sound scannin so how you got yo plaque? (nigggaa) (Chorus: Pastor Troy) We ain't playin' (what they stressin nigga) we ain't playin' (what they yellin nigga) We ain't playin' (what they stressin nigga) we ain't playin' (what they yellin nigga) (Verse 2: Pastor Troy) I'm bout to bust me a head, I'm bout to hurt me a hoe I'm in the club on this riddlin nigga and puffin the dro' you already know bitch it's PT! and ain't naan nigga in here (bullet shots) gon' fuck wit me I roll with Little'Flip lettin them hollows rip straight at yo chest plate I can't fuckin wait until a nigga cross my path you do the math I got thirty in my clip, tell them niggaz Little'Flip (Chorus) (Verse 3: Killer Mike) Nigga roll wit ya self bring more drama then a Shakespeare play when I pull that K-up off the shelf shot the deputy and the chief got my crew need no one else lose my crew smoke by myself, drink by myself sit at the crib and plot by myself back to the block serve rocks by myself back to the block nigga break yo self got somethin I need don't play yo self you can freestyle I'm a pay myself, money over bitches I'm a stay myself you love hoes-I love myself wake up in the mornin and hug myself when I hang with Flip we leanin left with a flock of hoes like we some pimps (Verse 4: Baby D) When I step in the club everybody gettin up cause they know I came to make 'em jump from the North, to the South, to the East, to the West put 'em up, represent it, and get it crunk throwin bows when ya bouncin on the flo' let me ask ya lil'shawty what you really, really wanna do I know you got 50 niggaz but I got 50 niggaz matter-of-fact me and Flip make 52 stay ready to act a fool, throwin them blades up on the stage give me three step back my nigga or get hate delay my mind state, you get (??)up fa sho it's goin down tonight and you know, kickin in do's givin 'em hell, makin 'em second bout the rhicter scale A-T-L keepin 'em bouncin off the hook leavin haters shook and we ain't playin my nigga we'll fuck you up (Chorus) - repeat to end |
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from Lil' Flip - Lil Flip Presents/ Clover G'S (2005)
Uh-uh, yeh yeh, mic check
We watchin' y'all watch us Pay attention man Gon' take a while for y'all to catch up Knaw wha I mean?, know how we do it man well do it (Lil' Flip) Things ain't quite like it used to be A lot of y'all rappers confusin' me One day you wanna do a track wid me The next day y'all thinkin' about jackin' me I pack my heat my nigga I don't play that shit If you see me wid a nine I'ma spray that shit If you reachin' for my chain I'm reachin' for ya brain Your Cadillac about to have another red stain Niggaz know I got a gat wid fifty I mean I got a fuckin' track wid fifty Niggaz play, but we don't play When we, get ass nigga we don't pay I pray every night, pack K's every night If the cocaine is tan how the fuck can it be white We got it whippin' and shippin' we gettin' bread My nigga we gettin' head like pistols we packin' lead We'll bust a nigga never ever trust a nigga You talkin' all sweet I'ma cuss a nigga I call ya a bitch, I slap ya momma Nigga I'm vested up, so I'm prepared for the drama Put yo bitch ass in trauma you layin' up Hospital bill goin' up and you payin' up I told ya not to watch Scarface too many times How you talk shit and wasn't packin' too many nines Yup, you just watchin' from the sidelines Pay attention to the books and the guidelines It's my time, it ain't yo time I need bread before mic check and show time nigga These promoters wanna act like they broke When you fuck wid my money I put my hand on your throat I slap ya, choke ya, provoke ya, steal ya, kill ya Bitch nigga I just don't feel ya (Will Lean) Yeh, nigga you know what I'm packin' I seein' ya team homie I know what ya lackin' I got dollars nigga fuck the cents I paid cash off the lot now I got trucks to rent nigga And I'm buckin' ya down, while ya weavin' and bobbin' and duckin' these rounds We stay on the road, y'all stuck in the town Will Lean the chemist nigga I ain't fuckin' around Uh nigga, and I got the Big Shasta Double wrong nigga we gotta blast ya woah Cause I'm keepin' it real In a six hundred wid jimmy, keepin' the steel Uh nigga, it's the chemist I'm full fledge Botany big shot nigga takin' off heads Leavin' ya for dead when I bust the lead Hit ya in the front takin' off ya dreads woah, nigga I'm buckin' these shells a nigga like me ain't gon' be Stuck in the cell bitch (Hook) Everywhere that I go I got people I know Niggaz I used to fuck wid We don't kick it no more When they heard I got dough Niggaz started to flock Niggaz actin' like bitches So I'm packin' my glock (The watcher) |
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from Lil' Flip - I Need Mine Bonus Ep Volume 3 (2007)
<i>[Talking]</i>
Ay I'm tired of all this talkin I don't know what y'all heard But I'm a warrior, let's go <i>[Chorus]</i> Real niggas (what up?) Clover Geez (What up?) If you ain't talkin 'bout fightin then you need to (shut up!) I'm a warrior nigga, I ain't scared of you nigga I'm a gangsta boy, I'll put led in you nigga <i>[Verse 1]</i> If you diss Lil' Flip I'ma find you nigga If you forgot I'ma G I'ma remind you nigga I got pimps on my team that'll cut you up Man, I got pimps on my team that'll fuck you up I ain't never been a hoe, I never run from a fight I'm the one the hoes love but the niggas don't like Cause I made it out the hood now my team doin great Niggas finally get a brick now they think they got weight Nigga, I been straight you the one goin broke I got 300 grand around my throat Cause I'm the hardest MC reppin H-Town You keep playin I'ma leave you with your face down <i>[Chorus]</i> <i>[Verse 2]</i> Huh, niggas know me I ain't scared of a bitch nigga Cause you know a roach ain't shit to a rich nigga And just because you heard I rap you don't know a nigga Now gimme that, that ain't the right way to hold a pistol (stupid) You toy soldiers gon catch five and roll over While me and the other Clover Geez blow doja And if you bitch made I'ma run across your face with a switch blade, now take that <i>[Chorus]</i> <i>[Verse 3]</i> I be in Memphis 10, I be with Juice and Paul I get money from Skinny Pimp (why?) cause that's my dog I be with killers and convicts that put in work I can blow five mil' and it will not hurt (damn!) Cause I learn the game before I earn my change And I will pay you back if you mention my name Huh, it could be the mailman at your front do' Or it could be your biggest fan in the front row I like drama so call your momma I got a llama That's what you get bitch for fuckin with a big tymer A rich nigga with chrome triggers for all y'all And if it's fuck me, you know it's fuck y'all <i>[Chorus - 4x]</i> |
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from Lil' Flip - I Need Mine Bonus Ep Volume 3 (2007)
<i>[Talking]</i>
Ay I'm tired of all this talkin I don't know what y'all heard But I'm a warrior, let's go <i>[Chorus]</i> Real niggas (what up?) Clover Geez (What up?) If you ain't talkin 'bout fightin then you need to (shut up!) I'm a warrior nigga, I ain't scared of you nigga I'm a gangsta boy, I'll put led in you nigga <i>[Verse 1]</i> If you diss Lil' Flip I'ma find you nigga If you forgot I'ma G I'ma remind you nigga I got pimps on my team that'll cut you up Man, I got pimps on my team that'll fuck you up I ain't never been a hoe, I never run from a fight I'm the one the hoes love but the niggas don't like Cause I made it out the hood now my team doin great Niggas finally get a brick now they think they got weight Nigga, I been straight you the one goin broke I got 300 grand around my throat Cause I'm the hardest MC reppin H-Town You keep playin I'ma leave you with your face down <i>[Chorus]</i> <i>[Verse 2]</i> Huh, niggas know me I ain't scared of a bitch nigga Cause you know a roach ain't shit to a rich nigga And just because you heard I rap you don't know a nigga Now gimme that, that ain't the right way to hold a pistol (stupid) You toy soldiers gon catch five and roll over While me and the other Clover Geez blow doja And if you bitch made I'ma run across your face with a switch blade, now take that <i>[Chorus]</i> <i>[Verse 3]</i> I be in Memphis 10, I be with Juice and Paul I get money from Skinny Pimp (why?) cause that's my dog I be with killers and convicts that put in work I can blow five mil' and it will not hurt (damn!) Cause I learn the game before I earn my change And I will pay you back if you mention my name Huh, it could be the mailman at your front do' Or it could be your biggest fan in the front row I like drama so call your momma I got a llama That's what you get bitch for fuckin with a big tymer A rich nigga with chrome triggers for all y'all And if it's fuck me, you know it's fuck y'all <i>[Chorus - 4x]</i> |
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from Lil' Flip - Undaground Legend (Explicit) (2002)
Duke E Loud, Lil' Flip, you see what we doing
You see what we driving, you see how we living You see the rims spinning, you see the platinum grill Still man in it, uh uh I pulled up in the jag (you see it) Everybody know I got Texas cash (you see it) I'm like Juve throwing up a soldier rag (you see it) In H-Town I throw up a Clover flag (you see it) On T.V. I'm still leaning to the left (you see it) Got a deal but I didn't sign with Def (you see it) Got a deal with Sony now we richer (you see it) Look me up I'm in The Source see my picture (you see it) I got hoes just coming to my shows (you see it) I got niggas just running to my do' (you see it) You see everything we smoke is endo (you see it) It's a truck but it's made by Benzo (you see it) I'm Lil' Flip I'm in the Dirty Dirty South (you see it) I got about fifty grand in my mouth (you see it) I represent for my nigga named Screw (you see it) Some niggas claim red, some claim blue (you see it) [Chorus:] Nothing less than twenty thousand on my wrist (you see it) You got cars in your yard but none like this (you see it) Candy frame, I'ma swing on twenty inch (you see it) I ain't got to tell these hoes that I'm a pimp (you see it) Be banging the Jaguar behind the ten (you see it) Hydro chronic smoking know you smell the scent (you see it) Got my heater under my Iceberg fit (you see it) I'm the shit, I got these hatas pissed you see it, you see it You got a Cartier but it's little (you see it) Look at mine I got X's in the middle (you see it) I go to sleep on a Iceberg bed (you see it) I'm feeling smart cause I always get head (you see it) I might ride candy red, or black (you see it) If it's called a Escalade it's a Lac (you see it) If you sitting on twenties then they shine (you see it) If it ain't endo, we call it pine (you see it) Down here everybody got gold (you see it) Still flipping cause we all got hoes (you see it) Still rich cause we all got shows (you see it) Couple of friends but we all got foes (you see it) Down here Lil' Flip run the South (you see it) Owe me money there's a gun in your mouth (you see it) Want a show you better send my deposit (you see it) As far as Sucka Free camp go I got it (you see it) [Chorus:] Pump your breaks my rims be spinning in place (you see it) Don't worry we ain't got bad breaks (you see it) This frozen water got my gums feeling numb (you see it) I'm like naw cause I know I got a gun (you see it) Got a thug girl, a slugs hit me brain freeze (you see it) I'm like Alicia cause we move the same keys Niggas know I got more dope than Homer (you see it) I'm getting head from your gal in the sauna (you see it) My strap's sticking in my lap but never hit me (you see it) I got some millions but I'm still on a mission (you see it) A million that dot com tatted on my arm (you see it) The Screwed Up Click written in platinum on my charm (you see it) I'm bending corners in that Lac, I'm gripping grain This that Dirty Dirty what we do is swang We gone ball and we gone never be ashamed Platinum versus, platinum teeth and platinum chains [Chorus:] You see it (Repeat 4X) |
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from Lil' Flip - Undaground Legend (Explicit) (2002)
Duke E Loud, Lil' Flip, you see what we doing
You see what we driving, you see how we living You see the rims spinning, you see the platinum grill Still man in it, uh uh I pulled up in the jag (you see it) Everybody know I got Texas cash (you see it) I'm like Juve throwing up a soldier rag (you see it) In H-Town I throw up a Clover flag (you see it) On T.V. I'm still leaning to the left (you see it) Got a deal but I didn't sign with Def (you see it) Got a deal with Sony now we richer (you see it) Look me up I'm in The Source see my picture (you see it) I got hoes just coming to my shows (you see it) I got niggas just running to my do' (you see it) You see everything we smoke is endo (you see it) It's a truck but it's made by Benzo (you see it) I'm Lil' Flip I'm in the Dirty Dirty South (you see it) I got about fifty grand in my mouth (you see it) I represent for my nigga named Screw (you see it) Some niggas claim red, some claim blue (you see it) [Chorus:] Nothing less than twenty thousand on my wrist (you see it) You got cars in your yard but none like this (you see it) Candy frame, I'ma swing on twenty inch (you see it) I ain't got to tell these hoes that I'm a pimp (you see it) Be banging the Jaguar behind the ten (you see it) Hydro chronic smoking know you smell the scent (you see it) Got my heater under my Iceberg fit (you see it) I'm the shit, I got these hatas pissed you see it, you see it You got a Cartier but it's little (you see it) Look at mine I got X's in the middle (you see it) I go to sleep on a Iceberg bed (you see it) I'm feeling smart cause I always get head (you see it) I might ride candy red, or black (you see it) If it's called a Escalade it's a Lac (you see it) If you sitting on twenties then they shine (you see it) If it ain't endo, we call it pine (you see it) Down here everybody got gold (you see it) Still flipping cause we all got hoes (you see it) Still rich cause we all got shows (you see it) Couple of friends but we all got foes (you see it) Down here Lil' Flip run the South (you see it) Owe me money there's a gun in your mouth (you see it) Want a show you better send my deposit (you see it) As far as Sucka Free camp go I got it (you see it) [Chorus:] Pump your breaks my rims be spinning in place (you see it) Don't worry we ain't got bad breaks (you see it) This frozen water got my gums feeling numb (you see it) I'm like naw cause I know I got a gun (you see it) Got a thug girl, a slugs hit me brain freeze (you see it) I'm like Alicia cause we move the same keys Niggas know I got more dope than Homer (you see it) I'm getting head from your gal in the sauna (you see it) My strap's sticking in my lap but never hit me (you see it) I got some millions but I'm still on a mission (you see it) A million that dot com tatted on my arm (you see it) The Screwed Up Click written in platinum on my charm (you see it) I'm bending corners in that Lac, I'm gripping grain This that Dirty Dirty what we do is swang We gone ball and we gone never be ashamed Platinum versus, platinum teeth and platinum chains [Chorus:] You see it (Repeat 4X) |
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from Lil' Flip - U Gotta Feel Me [Clean Version] (2004)
(feat. Butch Cassidy)
(Intro: Lil' Flip) Yeeah.. this is pimpin at its finest man Ha ha ha ha, yeeah, let it bang I go by the name Lil' Flipper, man You know Mr. Like A Pimp - ha ha I'm in here wit my dog Butch Cassidy Check me out, check me out (Verse 1: Lil' Flip) I came in the door (door), I told y'all before (fore) I never fall in love wit a motherfucking hoe (hoe) I keep it pimpin like Good Game, I'm still in the hood man Drinkin my purple stuff and grippin my wood grain (my wood grain) I got hoes in area codes like Ludacris (Ludacris) You think I'm trickin my dough - that's some stupid shit I got a plan to be a man cause I sell bricks So you can let that other nigga get your nails fixed I treat a bitch like a bitch, a lady like a queen Spit my game, get in her brain, now she on my team And after we done I might call you later (might) Just holla at a player (yeah) (Chorus: Butch Cassidy) + (Lil' Flip) Cause you neva know, you neva know.. when somebody might be fuckin your bitch Cause you neva know, you neva know.. when somebody might be fuckin your bitch U neva know, and you neva know.. when somebody might be fuckin your bitch Cause you neva know, cause you neva know (Yeeah, cause it might just be) (Look, a nigga like me) (Verse 2: Lil' Flip) I told her, "keep it on the low, boo" I know you got a man I ain't wit that lovi-dovi shit, I ain't holdin hands (uh uh) Just call me when you get off work cause right now I'm busy (I'm busy) And when I finished what I'm doin, we can kick it (ahh) I know ya nigga be goin through your phone (uh huh) But it's cool cause every night I been roamin in this home (ha) That nigga lame cause he don't even smoke wit you Take trips on the boat wit you, kick back and show wit you (Chorus: Butch Cassidy) + (Lil' Flip) - (w/ minor variations) (Verse 3: Lil' Flip) Now you can roll (you can roll) but you know we kick it all night (all night) Cause your friends is my friends, ain't that alright (alright) Now look (look), I got a flight to make And I can't be runnin late cause I'm about that cake I got business in H2's (what else?), yachts and boats (what else?) I got crocodile shoes, leather minks and coats I'm still livin the hood life, but I'm livin the good life So don't get mad cause I'm bangin ya wife (nigga!) You like to make love (make love) but she want it rough (she want it rough) You need to talk to her (talk to her) cause she had enough (she had enough) You think you got it locked (you got it locked) but I got the key Cause I'm a motherfucking P-I-M-P (Verse 4: Butch Cassidy) You never know, these undercover hoes Is fallin, you got to stay on your toes They plottin schemes, or better they chasin dreams But no, these hoes ain't movin me (meeee!) I chased and fucked, no bitch can get me stuck Well I'm just going to try my luck (hooo hoo) They end up sick and hurt, but leavin in a skirt Then find some better love to fuck (ahh) (Chorus: Butch Cassidy) + (Lil' Flip) - (w/ minor variations) (Outro: Butch Cassidy) Di di di da di di di di da Da da da da da Di di di da di di di di da Da da da da da You'll never know.. when somebody might be fuckin your bitch (yeah yeah) Just never know.. when your bitch is eatin dick (eatin dick) Huh huh (huh huh) |
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from Lil' Flip - Lil Flip Presents/ Clover G'S (2005)
(Talking)
There's too much paper to get fuck a bitch... There's too much paper to get fuck a bitch It's too much paper to get, for real But I can't count it all Fuck being around a bitch I wanna be around my dogs, whoo!, uh I'll do the hook like that just let it play do the verse (Verse 1) I'm thinkin' of a master plan Like y'all niggas movin' too slow I got a faster plan I got a faster hand and a faster mind Real gangstas never have to scream pass the nine Cause we masterminds when it come to gettin' loot in half the time, we ride around in drop top coupes Oops I did it again another bitch in my Benz homes When times get hard who can a nigga depend on? A few niggas, my true niggas From day one, DJ Screw niggas I coulda hurt niggas but I tried to help niggas I'm spittin' fire cause everytime I melt niggas I got three mics plus one on my arm The Freestyle King and the fuckin' Leprechaun I'm from the dirty dirty, I know you niggas heard me And if you owe me you better fuckin' reimburse me bitch |
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from Lil' Flip - Undaground Legend (Explicit) (2002)
<i>[talking]</i>
Yeah, it's Lil' Flip, Seville KnowI'msaying, we gone do This for the girls though huh <i>[Seville]</i> You wanna F-L-I-P with S-E-V-I-L-L-E Flip with Seville tonight - <i>[2x]</i> <i>[Lil' Flip]</i> You ain't got to stereotype me because I'm a rapper Cause after every show I be on another chapter Not running to them hoes, but I'm running to my do' Cause when I make money I don't shine, I just glow If I don't work, then I don't eat So I'm not tricking cause I'm looking for the treats And if you play it right girl we could take it far How bout walking in the park, rolling in my Jaguar <i>[Chorus: Seville]</i> You know you got me hypnotized up, sliding them thighs up Get ready to slide up, open you wide up tonight You know you got me hypnotized up, sliding them thighs up Get ready to slide up, open you wide up tonight <i>[Lil' Flip]</i> I wonder if I broke both arms would you right a flow for me If a girl scratched my car would, you fight a hoe for me Go out of town and go get the dough for me If I can't buy weed, would you grow for me If I go to jail will you come and get me out If a nigga got tickets, would you go and set it off I don't know but I'ma find out, that's what I wanna know Cause I'm looking for a girl, I'm not looking for a hoe Everyday I got a show, but I don't fuck around And a nigga making money as soon as I touch the town I'm a million dollar star, with a million dollar car We could get in the jacuzzi and blow a cigar With some hash in it, six car garage with some Jags in it Nigga got a trunk, and I got ten bags in it Went to buy some Gucci and some Prada And niggas know I'm a leader Lil' Flip will never follow, holla <i>[Chorus]</i> <i>[Lil' Flip]</i> I was lying, about taking a walk in the park But girl I got some weed, where's the lighter let's spark I'll tell you bout me, you tell me about you And if you play it right I might start calling you boo Got to cook for a nigga, write a hook for a nigga If you say the law's coming, then look for a nigga Cause a nigga need a gal, who's a ride or die chick Excuse my french, I need a ride or die bitch <i>[Seville]</i> All I want to do is come, inside Girl tonight I wanna make you feel alright Ooh baby girl you feel so tight tonight I like, I like, I like All I want to do is come, inside Girl tonight I wanna make you feel alright Ooh baby girl you feel so tight tonight I liiiike, the waaaaaay you feel, tonight - <i>[2x]</i> |
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from Lil' Flip - U Gotta Feel Me [Clean Version] (2004)
(Lil' Flip Talking)
Wooo wooo this wat i want you to do. I want you to go to the bar and buy the most expensive drink and pour It on the nigga you dont like We aint come here to rock the crowd We came to start a fucking fight You know how we do it (Lil' Flip) We came to get it crunk We came to get drunk We came to chill in vip and smoke a couple of blunts And pull a couple of dimes And spit a couple of rymes Ya nigga im fly i got a couple of nines Im ahead of my time Imma stay on my grind Cause most niggas be letting people play with their minds But not me cause homie dont play that You see me witha strap cause homie goin spray that Shit where your face at Talking i take that Talking out the side of your neck dont make me brake that Slap you slap him Clap you clap him Cause i aint got time for all that rastlin Im just a cool dude When im in a good mood But when im pissed off My attitude is fuck you Im like a tatoo i never go away Thats why i ride with a tech and a throw away (Chorus) All my niggaz (my niggaz) And my bitches (my bitches) Throw your hood in da mothafucken air (throw it up) And if yall get money like we get money Let me hear yall scream ohhh yaaaa (ohhh yaaaa) All my niggaz (my niggaz) And my bitches (my bitches) Throw your hood in da mothafucken air (throw it up) And if yall smoke weed like we smoke weed Let me hear yall scream ohhh yaaaa (ohhh yaaaa) (Lil' Flip) Throw yo hood up And tear the club up While im in the parking lot trying to tear my dubs up Im cadillac pimpin like the youngbloods So come to texas and some the best bud (nigga) I got wat you want i got wat you need Cant nobody throw a party like me So quit your frontin and quit your cappin Thats why you cats never flippd the platinum (Chorus 2x) |
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from Lil' Flip - U Gotta Feel Me (2004)
(Lil' Flip Talking)
Wooo wooo this wat i want you to do. I want you to go to the bar and buy the most expensive drink and pour It on the nigga you dont like We aint come here to rock the crowd We came to start a fucking fight You know how we do it (Lil' Flip) We came to get it crunk We came to get drunk We came to chill in vip and smoke a couple of blunts And pull a couple of dimes And spit a couple of rymes Ya nigga im fly i got a couple of nines Im ahead of my time Imma stay on my grind Cause most niggas be letting people play with their minds But not me cause homie dont play that You see me witha strap cause homie goin spray that Shit where your face at Talking i take that Talking out the side of your neck dont make me brake that Slap you slap him Clap you clap him Cause i aint got time for all that rastlin Im just a cool dude When im in a good mood But when im pissed off My attitude is fuck you Im like a tatoo i never go away Thats why i ride with a tech and a throw away (Chorus) All my niggaz (my niggaz) And my bitches (my bitches) Throw your hood in da mothafucken air (throw it up) And if yall get money like we get money Let me hear yall scream ohhh yaaaa (ohhh yaaaa) All my niggaz (my niggaz) And my bitches (my bitches) Throw your hood in da mothafucken air (throw it up) And if yall smoke weed like we smoke weed Let me hear yall scream ohhh yaaaa (ohhh yaaaa) (Lil' Flip) Throw yo hood up And tear the club up While im in the parking lot trying to tear my dubs up Im cadillac pimpin like the youngbloods So come to texas and some the best bud (nigga) I got wat you want i got wat you need Cant nobody throw a party like me So quit your frontin and quit your cappin Thats why you cats never flippd the platinum (Chorus 2x) |
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from Lil' Flip - Undaground Legend (Explicit) (2002)
Heyyy, Ho (This is the way we ball)
This ain't the regular version You know what (This is the remix y'all) Ha ha, this for Lafayette, Arkansas Alabama, Streetport, Louie Ville, Baton Rouge Austin, Corpus Christi (This is the way we ball) <i>[Chorus - 2x]</i> 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 riding blaze, Jags and Escalades We Third Coast born but we all sections paid (This is the way we ball) <i>[Lil' Flip]</i> Uh I'm Lil' Flip, I'm back on this track, I'm still pushing Lacs But this time around, H.S.E. got my back Now we got paper stacks, cause we keep making tracks My pockets like Oprah, they getting so fat (fat) Cause I can do that, you know we been balling We got Playstation 3, and four DVD's falling My engine never stalling, so I'm speeding like flash I changed my name to ATM, cause I've been having cash I've been blowing hash, I been driving Jags With Burberry paint, and now I make your gal faint When she touch my car, and if she Give head, she can't puff my 'gar But now a nigga grown, so I need grown money I don't wanna split shit, cause I need my own money Then I'ma see Johnny, and buy another chain And since I'm in a big body nigga get out my lane <i>[Chorus - 2x]</i> <i>[Lil' Ron]</i> I like this grape now, everyday we ball out This purple stuff all day, until we all out We ride black drops, sitting on twenty two's And blow dro all night, back through the afternoon I keep it coming, cause Lil' Ron's a bread winner Better remember, chain froze up like it's December Get your mind right, we playas of the decade We ride blades on Jaguars and Escalades <i>[Young Redd]</i> Me g, I'm riding blades well on gold We repre-sent for the South where the music's slow And this is, sipping purple and blowing hays This is, grinding and getting paid And you can keep your six hundred, give me a drop top Plus a iced out watch, the size of a shop cart This the, boy from the block wait but that ain't all This here is the remix, and Redd and Ron gone ball, y'all <i>[Chorus - 2x]</i> <i>[Lil' Flip]</i> I'm swinging, about to rip the kizzerp, sipping on my syzzerp And on the back of my throwback it say Larry Bizzerd Cause all we do is shots, all we do is drink I'm the only one who went to the prom in a mink So how you love that, or do you really hate it Or do you love the rims on my drop top Mercedes I pack a 3-80, cause I got to watch my back I'm still jamming Screw, I'm still jamming Pat I represent the South, and you know we keep it crunk We been having paper, you can ask my nigga Hump And if you ever come to my town just holla Cause Lil' Flip and Sucka Free all about they dollas <i>[Chorus - 2x]</i> |
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from Lil' Flip - Undaground Legend (Explicit) (2002)
Heyyy, Ho (This is the way we ball)
This ain't the regular version You know what (This is the remix y'all) Ha ha, this for Lafayette, Arkansas Alabama, Streetport, Louie Ville, Baton Rouge Austin, Corpus Christi (This is the way we ball) <i>[Chorus - 2x]</i> 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 riding blaze, Jags and Escalades We Third Coast born but we all sections paid (This is the way we ball) <i>[Lil' Flip]</i> Uh I'm Lil' Flip, I'm back on this track, I'm still pushing Lacs But this time around, H.S.E. got my back Now we got paper stacks, cause we keep making tracks My pockets like Oprah, they getting so fat (fat) Cause I can do that, you know we been balling We got Playstation 3, and four DVD's falling My engine never stalling, so I'm speeding like flash I changed my name to ATM, cause I've been having cash I've been blowing hash, I been driving Jags With Burberry paint, and now I make your gal faint When she touch my car, and if she Give head, she can't puff my 'gar But now a nigga grown, so I need grown money I don't wanna split shit, cause I need my own money Then I'ma see Johnny, and buy another chain And since I'm in a big body nigga get out my lane <i>[Chorus - 2x]</i> <i>[Lil' Ron]</i> I like this grape now, everyday we ball out This purple stuff all day, until we all out We ride black drops, sitting on twenty two's And blow dro all night, back through the afternoon I keep it coming, cause Lil' Ron's a bread winner Better remember, chain froze up like it's December Get your mind right, we playas of the decade We ride blades on Jaguars and Escalades <i>[Young Redd]</i> Me g, I'm riding blades well on gold We repre-sent for the South where the music's slow And this is, sipping purple and blowing hays This is, grinding and getting paid And you can keep your six hundred, give me a drop top Plus a iced out watch, the size of a shop cart This the, boy from the block wait but that ain't all This here is the remix, and Redd and Ron gone ball, y'all <i>[Chorus - 2x]</i> <i>[Lil' Flip]</i> I'm swinging, about to rip the kizzerp, sipping on my syzzerp And on the back of my throwback it say Larry Bizzerd Cause all we do is shots, all we do is drink I'm the only one who went to the prom in a mink So how you love that, or do you really hate it Or do you love the rims on my drop top Mercedes I pack a 3-80, cause I got to watch my back I'm still jamming Screw, I'm still jamming Pat I represent the South, and you know we keep it crunk We been having paper, you can ask my nigga Hump And if you ever come to my town just holla Cause Lil' Flip and Sucka Free all about they dollas <i>[Chorus - 2x]</i> |
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from Lil' Flip - Undaground Legend (Explicit) (2002)
Heyyy, Ho (This is the way we ball)
This ain't the regular version You know what (This is the remix y'all) Ha ha, this for Lafayette, Arkansas Alabama, Streetport, Louie Ville, Baton Rouge Austin, Corpus Christi (This is the way we ball) <i>[Chorus - 2x]</i> 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 riding blaze, Jags and Escalades We Third Coast born but we all sections paid (This is the way we ball) <i>[Lil' Flip]</i> Uh I'm Lil' Flip, I'm back on this track, I'm still pushing Lacs But this time around, H.S.E. got my back Now we got paper stacks, cause we keep making tracks My pockets like Oprah, they getting so fat (fat) Cause I can do that, you know we been balling We got Playstation 3, and four DVD's falling My engine never stalling, so I'm speeding like flash I changed my name to ATM, cause I've been having cash I've been blowing hash, I been driving Jags With Burberry paint, and now I make your gal faint When she touch my car, and if she Give head, she can't puff my 'gar But now a nigga grown, so I need grown money I don't wanna split shit, cause I need my own money Then I'ma see Johnny, and buy another chain And since I'm in a big body nigga get out my lane <i>[Chorus - 2x]</i> <i>[Lil' Ron]</i> I like this grape now, everyday we ball out This purple stuff all day, until we all out We ride black drops, sitting on twenty two's And blow dro all night, back through the afternoon I keep it coming, cause Lil' Ron's a bread winner Better remember, chain froze up like it's December Get your mind right, we playas of the decade We ride blades on Jaguars and Escalades <i>[Young Redd]</i> Me g, I'm riding blades well on gold We repre-sent for the South where the music's slow And this is, sipping purple and blowing hays This is, grinding and getting paid And you can keep your six hundred, give me a drop top Plus a iced out watch, the size of a shop cart This the, boy from the block wait but that ain't all This here is the remix, and Redd and Ron gone ball, y'all <i>[Chorus - 2x]</i> <i>[Lil' Flip]</i> I'm swinging, about to rip the kizzerp, sipping on my syzzerp And on the back of my throwback it say Larry Bizzerd Cause all we do is shots, all we do is drink I'm the only one who went to the prom in a mink So how you love that, or do you really hate it Or do you love the rims on my drop top Mercedes I pack a 3-80, cause I got to watch my back I'm still jamming Screw, I'm still jamming Pat I represent the South, and you know we keep it crunk We been having paper, you can ask my nigga Hump And if you ever come to my town just holla Cause Lil' Flip and Sucka Free all about they dollas <i>[Chorus - 2x]</i> |
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from Lil' Flip - I Need Mine Bonus Ep Volume 3 (2007)
(feat. C-Note, D-Red, Big Shasta)
[talking:] Hey Note, I'm tired of these niggaz stealing our shit mayn D-Red now you know damn well, we started off riding blades Having the big chains, the diamonds in our grill I mean, how much can you steal from a nigga mayn God damn mayn, I'm a Southside nigga till I die nigga Niggaz trying to act like Clover Geez, ain't got no money nigga You see everybody pieced up, cause we ain't broke nigga [Hook: Big Shasta] What you know about the South, diamonds up in our mouth Breaking you boys off, Clover Geez in the house What you know about the South, steady gripping that grain Nigga sipping that drank, getting that money mayn What you know about the South, get on it If it's money to be made, then I want it A lick to be hit, so you know I'm gonna hit it A dollar to be made, so you know I'm gonna get it [Lil' Flip:] You ain't know, I could spit it like this I hustle on the block, but I can get it like this shit Five hundred ki's, is equivalent to me I break down the beat, like I break down my weed I skate down my street, with my K by my feet To make it in my hood, you gotta pay off police I stay off the leash, don't play y'all capish One phone call, and you'll be in the grave with your peeps Don't run up on me, I wish you would You ain't welcome to my hood, we still grip the wood From Herschelwood to Cloverland, to Blue Ridge We got it locked nigga, you can ask Whoo Kid Nigga is you stupid, I'll let the K spray I'm a king with drama, ask Kay Slay Spread your lies fuck boy, go on talk about me I'm the real deal, nigga you a carby copy [Hook] [C-Note:] What you know about it, even when it's hot nigga pushing snow up out The Dirty South got it locked, cause some'ing glow about it I hit the hottest club spot, and pull a hoe up out it What you know about it I'm from the land of the trill, the land of fifth wheels The land of diamond grills, and them freestyle skills Be po'ing up that drank, and we po'ing up the paint And we steady smoking dank, so nigga fuck what you think Blowing shit that niggaz can't, but niggaz still try to copy I just keep shit real boy, y'all niggaz just sloppy Tried to steal all my fans, and you almost had em Till they found out your new shit, sound like my old albums Heard you boys ain't true, wanna be like my whole crew You even got a lil' DJ, trying to be like Screw But nigga y'all can't do, what the fuck my niggaz do So much ice up on my body, will make a bitch nigga blue [Hook] [D-Red:] It's going down nigga, spray a few rounds nigga You a clow nigga, D-Red a O.G. nigga Yeah I know you heard about me, ask around town but your game was sloppy Ery'body that you talked to, said the real nigga G nigga from the Botany I'm a Southside rider boy, heavy in the game real rhyming boy Still thoed digging though what you know, and you know yeah I'm real with the gansta boy Just spot up at the club, me and my niggaz is showing love Looking nice on dro, everybody on the real fifty deep all Clovered up Pieced up let boys know, Botany Boys gon take the do' Clover Geez gon wreck the show, then after the show we taking all the hoes Jumping down in the big whips, with big ships with extra clips Niggaz only hate but we swell them lips, mad cause we bout to take a playa trip To the doc boy on the yacht boy, Big Shot boy fat knots boy Keep up boy you too slow boy, in a minute you gon be a real fuck boy We making cash brah, we make it last brah Clover Geez/Botany Boys, Screwed Up Click brah [Hook] |
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from Lil' Flip - U Gotta Feel Me [Clean Version] (2004)
(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 fuck 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*} |
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from Lil' Flip - The Leprechaun (2003)
(Lil' Flip talkin)
ay this is for everybody that wanna get in the rap game this is for everybody that think you just get in the rap game and blow up over night this is for everybody that think its easy to be on T.V in front of limo's and buy rolex's ha its better known as bleed and suck look (Verse One: Flip) I started rappin when I was about thirteen I was into basketball not this hip hop thing I started doin talent shows I was bein curious but I didn't know one day I would be serious I use to always freestyle until the end of the beat and I use to take my demo's to the end of my street to another local rapper I thought could help but in this rap game people all about theyself, so that made me work harder I picked up my pin all though I kinda felt bad I picked up my chin I made my own rap group Hustlaz Stackin Endz and I can't wait for me and Hump to drive a platinum benz (Chorus) its the biz (where anything can happen) its the biz (everybody and they mama be rappin) its the biz (everybody gotta shine rule one read before you sign that dotted line) (Verse Two: Flip) so I started freestylin every chance I got the word on the street was Lil' Flip is hot, I'm the hardest B.G rhymin in my state thats when C-Note let me do "Diamonds-N-Yo-Face" song was gettin played like fifty times a day then we hit the road doin shows tryna get paid I started doin karioes tryna get out there it didn't take long for me to put another hit out there now I'm in the studio tryna make dollar bills some people owe me fa sho since they live down the street, rollers actin like they broke (man show us some love) I'm tired of hearin that shit all the time me and Hump puttin it down nigga I ain't lyin I got record labels mad cause I ain't sign some niggas stealin my rhymes but I'm still gon' shine if you can't see this biz dirty then you must be blind (Chorus) its the biz (I'm tryna survive) its the biz (man forget a ninety five) its the biz (boy the game is cursole sometimes you just can't think like the rest) (Verse Three: Hump) its a dirty game but who's to blame I'm a stay independent y'all choose the fame ain't nothin changed still workin the clock 95 made outta wood and a sun roof on top and when we sittin on ya block y'all beez in shock cause Houston got Lil' Flip like caddie have crop when you see Sucka Free give us our props cause we run this rap game believe it or not (Lil' Flip talkin) now you got two choices you can be a rapper or you can be a C-E-O either you can be with the devil or you can be with god which one you wanna be with (Verse Four: Flip) and if you ain't gettin sued then you might be suin and if your fans ain't clappin they might be booin and if you ain't gettin paid then you might not get paid I'm sorry sometimes thats how the game gets played and if you ain't on tour you might not have one its 90% business the other half fun some niggas get raped for everything they earn its just like sex with no protection you get burned (Chorus) its the biz (I'm Sucka Free) its the biz (everybody want luxury) its the biz (you know what I mean lets talk about contracts and get the green) (Flip) I heard...you got jacked for your ride its the biz I heard...a nigga usin your lines its the biz I heard...a nigga bought you a car its the biz he said that he gon' make you a star and you ain't seen no money so far thats the biz and now you know knowin is half the battle thats the biz |
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from Lil' Flip - Undaground Legend (Explicit) (2002)
Howdy partners? Welcome to Houston, Texas
The home of the candy paint, the Houston Oilers Whoops they're gone and suckafree Goddammit, get on my V12 motor and vroom, vroom I like the bling bling of my choppers I got me a ranch and 4 horse 'cause I'm a baller I'm a Texas boy, you know what I'm talking about? Now, what you know about hustlers bumrushing the club doors Sneaking in with a snub nose and extra drug hoes?1110 Now, what you know about us? We make a grill start grinnin' Any place we go you know we parkin' lot pimpin' What you know about rindin' on Bentley bikes And a chain with no ice is an empty site? What you know about Texas we spit this slang? Dirty Southside Redd know how to get this change What you know about iceberg with snoopy on it? Check out my driveway, nigga, the Lex coupe be on it What you know about rappin' and platinum plaques? Signed a deal ain't nothin' left after that Now, what you know about whores, yellows and red bones Especially when they all in your ear like headphones? What you know about rippin' up the microphone Or hustlin' 'til them red and blue lights come on? Now, what you know about thuggin', hanging on street corners? We watch your every move fittin' to creep up on you Now, what you know about the South? We do what we do Take over dope spots and run with a group Yeah, what you know about them Texas boyz V12 motors and Lexus toys? What you know about the dirty South Baguettes and princess cuts in our mouth? What you know about that candy paint? We smoke top flight and we drink What you know about the dirty South? You a bad motha, shh, boy, shut your mouth What you know about acting bad, flossin' prowlers? I got seven DVD's, I'm watchin' 'Austin Powers' What you know about wearin' Cardier eye glasses? Diamonds in your face just like eye lashes And what you know about the Astrodome? What you know about a Sprint and a Prime Co phone? What you know about eating fish and gritz? Can I have some toilet paper 'cause this the shit? What you know about having a pretty grill Blue Benz, new fins on pretty wheels? What you know about the Kappa beach party? I got a full tank like a Master P artist What you know about them niggaz in suckafree? We got Prowlers, Impalas and Lex bubble jeeps What you know about club connections Or fightin' a case for drug possession? What you know about the screwed up click? I got niggaz mad at me 'cause I blew up quick What you know about Rolex invisible set? I got on a big chain but I got a little neck Yeah, what you know about them Texas boyz V12 motors and Lexus toys? What you know about the dirty South Baguettes and princess cuts in our mouth? What you know about that candy paint? We smoke top flight and we drink What you know about the dirty South? You a bad motha, shh, boy, shut your mouth |
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from Lil' Flip - U Gotta Feel Me [Clean Version] (2004)
(feat. Lea)
(Intro: Lea, (Lil' Flip)) (Lea) Uhhhhhhh (Lil' Flip) Yeeah (Lea) Ohh, ohh, ohh, oh baby (Lil' Flip) Lil' Flipper (Lil' Flipper) (Lea) Ooh baby (Lil' Flip) My girl Lea (my girl Lea) hit it (Chorus: Lea) Sunshine I can call you my baby boy You can call me your baby girl Maybe we can spend some time (some time) I can be your sunshine! I can call you my baby boy You can call me your baby girl Maybe we can spend some time (some time) I can be your sunshine! (Verse 1: Lil' Flip) Look, I know you wanna chill wit a player But all you got to do is keep it real wit a player Just answer your phone whenever I call Cause I'm riding on chrome whenever I ball I like them short and tall but not too thick I just walk in the spot and take my pick And they wanna roll cause they like my style And when I pop my collar I make them smile I need a lady in the streets but a freak in the sheets That know how to cook cause a nigga like to eat Spaghetti, shrimp and steak and I'll adore you I'll treat you like milk, I'll do nothing but spoil you (Chorus: Lea) (Verse 2: Lil' Flip) I know your friends wanna holla cause I got them dollars Push the Maybach Monday, tuesday Impala I switch whips like kicks I'm a balla (I'm a balla) And if I get your phone number I'm a call ya (I'm a call ya) And we can meet up the next day and chill But I'm always on the road baby girl, that's how I live I got bills to pay, I got moves to make But when my plane touch down, pick me up at 8:00, don't be late (Chorus: Lea) (Verse 3: Lea) We don't have to be in love (love) We can just be friends! I will be right there, beginning to the end! I can bring my girls (girls), you can bring your friends (friends) We can both have fun, don't want this stuff to end! (Verse 4: Lil' Flip) They say love is pain and pain is love I know ya Momma mad cause you talk to a thug You think you know my type but you ain't got no clue About - what a nigga like me do I like to stack my bread and flip my chips And I can change ya life if ya get wit Flip I take private jets to Vagas, man It's twenty bread each pick cause I'm major man We can cruise the world in a Bently Azure But don't worry, the chauffer open the door You couldn't ask for more cause we got it all (we got it all) Cause you my baby girl right?, right? (Chorus: Lea) (Outro: Lea) We don't have to be in love (love) We don't have to be in love (love) |
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from Lil' Flip - U Gotta Feel Me (2004)
(feat. Lea)
(Intro: Lea, (Lil' Flip)) (Lea) Uhhhhhhh (Lil' Flip) Yeeah (Lea) Ohh, ohh, ohh, oh baby (Lil' Flip) Lil' Flipper (Lil' Flipper) (Lea) Ooh baby (Lil' Flip) My girl Lea (my girl Lea) hit it (Chorus: Lea) Sunshine I can call you my baby boy You can call me your baby girl Maybe we can spend some time (some time) I can be your sunshine! I can call you my baby boy You can call me your baby girl Maybe we can spend some time (some time) I can be your sunshine! (Verse 1: Lil' Flip) Look, I know you wanna chill wit a player But all you got to do is keep it real wit a player Just answer your phone whenever I call Cause I'm riding on chrome whenever I ball I like them short and tall but not too thick I just walk in the spot and take my pick And they wanna roll cause they like my style And when I pop my collar I make them smile I need a lady in the streets but a freak in the sheets That know how to cook cause a nigga like to eat Spaghetti, shrimp and steak and I'll adore you I'll treat you like milk, I'll do nothing but spoil you (Chorus: Lea) (Verse 2: Lil' Flip) I know your friends wanna holla cause I got them dollars Push the Maybach Monday, tuesday Impala I switch whips like kicks I'm a balla (I'm a balla) And if I get your phone number I'm a call ya (I'm a call ya) And we can meet up the next day and chill But I'm always on the road baby girl, that's how I live I got bills to pay, I got moves to make But when my plane touch down, pick me up at 8:00, don't be late (Chorus: Lea) (Verse 3: Lea) We don't have to be in love (love) We can just be friends! I will be right there, beginning to the end! I can bring my girls (girls), you can bring your friends (friends) We can both have fun, don't want this stuff to end! (Verse 4: Lil' Flip) They say love is pain and pain is love I know ya Momma mad cause you talk to a thug You think you know my type but you ain't got no clue About - what a nigga like me do I like to stack my bread and flip my chips And I can change ya life if ya get wit Flip I take private jets to Vagas, man It's twenty bread each pick cause I'm major man We can cruise the world in a Bently Azure But don't worry, the chauffer open the door You couldn't ask for more cause we got it all (we got it all) Cause you my baby girl right?, right? (Chorus: Lea) (Outro: Lea) We don't have to be in love (love) We don't have to be in love (love) |
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from Lil' Flip - U Gotta Feel Me [Clean Version] (2004)
(Lil' Flip)
I thank god everyday For paving the way Cause he made me what I am 2day A young entrepreneur with amazing talent In order 2 b the best you must take the challenge I'm trying 2 b number 1 cause number 2 don't matter People trying 2 pull you down when you climb the ladder Niggaz hate 2 c u up but they love it when you down That's why I'm always proud when I come around cause talk is cheap that's why I rap I'm getting NBA money with no salary cap Mama it feels good to put money in your mailbox This for my niggas locked up in the cell blocks (Chorus repeat 2 times) Cause the sun don't shine That's why I spit these rhymes To ease my mind For real I got to get away (Lil' Flip) In life you go through drama and pain And when someone close dies it'll give you a migraine And a whole lot of stress, a whole lot of tears The days turn into nights, the nights turn into years I'm not happy here, I'm on another atmosphere I got to get away just to get my mind clear That's why I smoke so much it relieves my stress Just imagine everyday I got to wear my vest I got to watch my back Cause niggas hiding the jack When you see these moving like crack you feel that To all my niggas in jail you better keep your head up To my niggas in the hood keep your bread up (Chorus repeat 2 times) (Lil' Flip) If I died today shit lived my life And if I could do it again Id do it twice No more moving white or shooting dice Or creeping late night trying to screw your wife Cause I'm a changed man with the heart of a lion Even if I was a midget id be fighting a giant Ill never give up I'm from the home of the braves I'm still ballin like pac from the cradle to the grave (Chorus repeat 3 times) |
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from Lil' Flip - U Gotta Feel Me (2004)
(Lil' Flip)
I thank god everyday For paving the way Cause he made me what I am 2day A young entrepreneur with amazing talent In order 2 b the best you must take the challenge I'm trying 2 b number 1 cause number 2 don't matter People trying 2 pull you down when you climb the ladder Niggaz hate 2 c u up but they love it when you down That's why I'm always proud when I come around cause talk is cheap that's why I rap I'm getting NBA money with no salary cap Mama it feels good to put money in your mailbox This for my niggas locked up in the cell blocks (Chorus repeat 2 times) Cause the sun don't shine That's why I spit these rhymes To ease my mind For real I got to get away (Lil' Flip) In life you go through drama and pain And when someone close dies it'll give you a migraine And a whole lot of stress, a whole lot of tears The days turn into nights, the nights turn into years I'm not happy here, I'm on another atmosphere I got to get away just to get my mind clear That's why I smoke so much it relieves my stress Just imagine everyday I got to wear my vest I got to watch my back Cause niggas hiding the jack When you see these moving like crack you feel that To all my niggas in jail you better keep your head up To my niggas in the hood keep your bread up (Chorus repeat 2 times) (Lil' Flip) If I died today shit lived my life And if I could do it again Id do it twice No more moving white or shooting dice Or creeping late night trying to screw your wife Cause I'm a changed man with the heart of a lion Even if I was a midget id be fighting a giant Ill never give up I'm from the home of the braves I'm still ballin like pac from the cradle to the grave (Chorus repeat 3 times) |
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from Lil' Flip - I Need Mine Bonus Ep Volume 1 (2007)
(feat. Yuk Mouth, Big Shasta)
[Talking:] Ay man, I'ma tell you one thing man Ay we stay ballin now (for real) Lil' Flip is in the buildin (Clover Geez) Yukmouth is in the buildin (Rap-A-Lot) So all y'all rappers pretendin like you got money We gon put y'all in y'all place [Chorus x2: Big Shasta, (Lil' Flip), {Yukomuth}] We stay ballin (You know my homies down to ride I represent the Southside with pride) (Southside) We stay ballin {You know my homies down to ride I represent the Westside with pride} (Westside) [Lil' Flip:] Now he'll make a old lady feel like a virgin We in the back of the Maybach, dude close the curtains The paparazzi tryin to get another flick of me Police muggin like I got a couple bricks on me They hate when rappers come in town and have they club crunk Cause we get e'rybody high and leave the club drunk Poppin bottles, coppin tiles, puttin rims on it I got mo' paper than you, I put my gems on it How many rappers walk around rockin three clovers A German car but I got a Portuguese chauffeur No penny loafers, I ain't Mike But I'm Bad nigga And for that paper I'll get up in yo ass nigga You too commercial, I'll hurt you and let that nine squirt you Yeah, I know you got a H2, but mine purple I buy that shit you never knew existed I hit the road and get paid, you come back home evicted, we stay ballin [Chorus x2] [Lil' Flip:] Now can you, picture me roamin, high in my lowrider I only wear t-shirts, so fuck Prada I used to have to win battles rhymin on my turf But now I'm walkin around with diamonds in my shirt Wrist glitted, car kitted, I'm so gutter Even when it's Winter time I got fo' hustlers But when you get rich that's when the snakes come I had to figure out the real niggas from the fake ones This rap shit got a nigga goin overseas But from Houston to Zurich we all smokin weed Them Clover Geez makin moves while y'all standin still Nigga my fuckin swimmin pool cost a quarter mil' Cause I'm a big mack, ridin in my big 'Lac Like 3-57 with a little kick back We miss you 2Pac, we miss you Biggie Smalls Until we meet again, me and Yuk' gon ball, oh boy,oh boy [Big Shasta (Lil' flip):] All my potnas got loot too, yeah (Hell yeah we got loot too man, what you think?) Said I'd rather ball with you (You know we ballin man, rose gold and platinu, what?) And we flippin new Benz Coupes, yeah (Just bought that new Coupe off the lot, no miles) And we ridin on 22's (Deuce-deuce's baby) [Yukmouth:] Geah, geah, Yukmouth I'm Godzilla, ridin with Lil' Flippa Y'all rappers buyin adapters we ridin on real spinners With goons and gorillas we ridin with real killers Cancun and the Villa, we playin with real scrilla, nigga I'm still ballin, flossin and shot callin Yuk' and Lil' Flip gon show you who boss hoggin Y'all stompin artist, all of my rocks flawless Still get the whole club jumpin like hydralics I spit the hottest flows, overseas rockin shows Still keep a flock of hoes at Roscoe's and Pappadeux Rose gold and black diamonds is Rocky Road Still aim, lock, and load, they'll kill you for some stop-n-go's I rep the Westcoast, Flip represent the South Shine with the down payment for a house in my mouth I rock chains like Slick Rick in '82 Bentley Coupe navy blue,and still ball for DJ Screw What, what, what, what Yeah, we still ball for DJ Screw [Chorus x2] |
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from The Game - Charge It To The Game/ The Mixtape (2005)
[The Game]
(State your name gangsta) The Game (Where you from nigga?) Westcoast (You gon' hold it down?) We always do around this time [The Game] I ain't leaving motherfucker, I'm back You've been away to long, I can't do nothin' bout that The hood askin' me Why I do Bleek a tragedy? Than drive over Brooklyn Bridge with Cassidy I rode down flushin', in a Rove down flushin' The hood show me love like I was Hova down flushin' Compton's Most, where the Yonkers flow And I got love for Queens and the Bronx fo' sho' Got squares blowing that Cali Drove muahfucker And I off shot like Aly Mo at the rucker Yeah the bird Flipper in Houston with the surve sipper I'm nice around Mikes words in pimpin' Got a mean knuckle game, I learn my dipppin' In '87, when Tommy Hearns was stickin' I hear niggas dissin', why you have to use Jay? Let that man retire Motherfucka its a new day [Lil' Flip] (State your name gangsta) Lil' Flipper (Where you representin'?) Houston all day (You gon' hold it down?) You damn right [Lil' Flip] I take it back to the block, them automaitcs'll pop You try to snatch my watch, yo dumbass gettin' shot I got the block on lock, and when the shit get hot Ima switch up spots, I'm your boy I'm breakin' bread with my homies, I'm bustin' lead at you phonies I fuck your bitch when she lonely That's every other night I flip your wife for the green They call me Hustle Man Nigga, my money too big for a rubber man I'm a veteran giving fiends they medicine I'm in Compton with Game bumpin' Let Me In My nigga Will in the pen, he bout to come home Hey tell these niggas I made a million of a ring tones I got a spring home down in Tampa Bay And I was raised out of Scarface and UGK Now its my turn, I want that puff money Matter 'fact that ain't even enough money [Cassidy] Yeah (State your name gangsta) Cassidy, nigga (Where you representin'?) Philly, Pennsylvania (You gon' hold it down?) You already know [Cassidy] The streets wave their head cast, cause they know the industry fear Cass I got these chicks cryin' like tear gas Used to sell dirt weed, couldn't even put it in clear bags But years passed now my dubs puffy like air bags You might see me out in Houston on Flip Block With a ?? old school drop with the ripped top Forget it I got shit locked, admit it my shit hot I'm the bestest nigga since BIG, Pac Out in tha Westcoast with Game, I let the toaster bang ya Cut you more times than the cards in a pocker game Cause most you lames when and saw my battle with Free Now all you wanna battle for free You see if you ain't got millions to bet, or put your deal on the desk You ain't real and I don't feel you a threat So I suggest you get off my dick and go vote or somethin' 'Fore you get the sawed off and tossed out a boat or somethin' (nigga) |
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from Lil' Flip - I Need Mine (Explicit) (2006)
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Sorry lil mama I gotta go Not tryna hit and run ya but I got another show It's already check out time plus my plane leaves at four Give me them digits At a later date I'll f**k withchu some more Meanwhile rollin on chrome Every lil mama I run into wanna take me home Tryna give em my lil fair share Because they all want this bone So don't get mad at me if my cell phone is on roam I'm just tryna get some dome (Lil Flip) Now if you rollin wit me come now I'm a gangster I never put my gun down I can't drive girl cuz I'm high I see yo belly ring Plus you got a butterfly 28's when I roll out 10 clear coats on my coach ride What's your name Where you from girl I got a presidential suite you can come girl I got cris by the case load What the hell yo baby daddy in my face fo' Now I'm reachin for my waist hoe We got chicks in every state bro (Chorus) Sorry lil mama I gotta go Not tryna hit and run ya but I got another show It's already check out time plus my plane leaves at four Give me them digits At a later date I'll f**k withchu some more Meanwhile rollin on chrome Every lil mama I run into wanna take me home Tryna give em my lil fair share Because they all want this bone So don't get mad at me if my cell phone is on roam I'm just tryna get some dome (Verse 2) The whip paid fo' She starin at my watch I'm like what you in my face fo' Ha She heard alot of gank She want alot of gangster Ride wit a gangster I'ma type of gangster It aint bout the fame She just diggin my nature It aint bout the change She still wantin the paper I'm feelin ya style And ya classy ways I want my child in ya stomache But not havin my baby Anyway I'm a one night stand man After this night I'ma dump you like a trash can Like I set you on fire I can put you out I want ya gas can and I can be ya water spout (Chorus) Sorry lil mama I gotta go Not tryna hit and run ya but I got another show It's already check out time plus my plane leaves at four Give me them digits At a later date I'll f**k withchu some more Meanwhile rollin on chrome Every lil mama I run into wanna take me home Tryna give em my lil fair share Because they all want this bone So don't get mad at me if my cell phone is on roam I'm just tryna get some dome (Z-Ro) I gotta Sprint And a T-Mobile And a Nextel phone And all three of em ringin from bad ass bitches that wanna bone Take one of two calls Take on to the telly And take one home Cuttin corners barely missin the crib Try not to break her bone WHY! I'm sittin on top of 83's and fresh ass meat A nigga tried to jack me for em so I left his chest open last week I'm rude as a mothaf**ker But I get nice when I recieve head Might fall off for a minute But I get back right when I recieve bread Chop em up wit something Shorty thick Go straight to the bed wit it Run her on the low low cuz someone's always watchin like a fed visit Crucify the coochie then cut a couple of corners Crusin quick to end and quit this Before I fall in love (Chorus) Sorry lil mama I gotta go Not tryna hit and run ya but I got another show It's already check out time plus my plane leaves at four Give me them digits At a later date I'll f**k withchu some more Meanwhile rollin on chrome Every lil mama I run into wanna take me home Tryna give em my lil fair share Because they all want this bone So don't get mad at me if my cell phone is on roam I'm just tryna get some dome (Lil Flip) Now if you rollin wit me come now Now if you rollin wit me come now |
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from Lil' Flip - I Need Mine (2006)
(Chorus)
Sorry lil mama I gotta go Not tryna hit and run ya but I got another show It's already check out time plus my plane leaves at four Give me them digits At a later date I'll f**k withchu some more Meanwhile rollin on chrome Every lil mama I run into wanna take me home Tryna give em my lil fair share Because they all want this bone So don't get mad at me if my cell phone is on roam I'm just tryna get some dome (Lil Flip) Now if you rollin wit me come now I'm a gangster I never put my gun down I can't drive girl cuz I'm high I see yo belly ring Plus you got a butterfly 28's when I roll out 10 clear coats on my coach ride What's your name Where you from girl I got a presidential suite you can come girl I got cris by the case load What the hell yo baby daddy in my face fo' Now I'm reachin for my waist hoe We got chicks in every state bro (Chorus) Sorry lil mama I gotta go Not tryna hit and run ya but I got another show It's already check out time plus my plane leaves at four Give me them digits At a later date I'll f**k withchu some more Meanwhile rollin on chrome Every lil mama I run into wanna take me home Tryna give em my lil fair share Because they all want this bone So don't get mad at me if my cell phone is on roam I'm just tryna get some dome (Verse 2) The whip paid fo' She starin at my watch I'm like what you in my face fo' Ha She heard alot of gank She want alot of gangster Ride wit a gangster I'ma type of gangster It aint bout the fame She just diggin my nature It aint bout the change She still wantin the paper I'm feelin ya style And ya classy ways I want my child in ya stomache But not havin my baby Anyway I'm a one night stand man After this night I'ma dump you like a trash can Like I set you on fire I can put you out I want ya gas can and I can be ya water spout (Chorus) Sorry lil mama I gotta go Not tryna hit and run ya but I got another show It's already check out time plus my plane leaves at four Give me them digits At a later date I'll f**k withchu some more Meanwhile rollin on chrome Every lil mama I run into wanna take me home Tryna give em my lil fair share Because they all want this bone So don't get mad at me if my cell phone is on roam I'm just tryna get some dome (Z-Ro) I gotta Sprint And a T-Mobile And a Nextel phone And all three of em ringin from bad ass bitches that wanna bone Take one of two calls Take on to the telly And take one home Cuttin corners barely missin the crib Try not to break her bone WHY! I'm sittin on top of 83's and fresh ass meat A nigga tried to jack me for em so I left his chest open last week I'm rude as a mothaf**ker But I get nice when I recieve head Might fall off for a minute But I get back right when I recieve bread Chop em up wit something Shorty thick Go straight to the bed wit it Run her on the low low cuz someone's always watchin like a fed visit Crucify the coochie then cut a couple of corners Crusin quick to end and quit this Before I fall in love (Chorus) Sorry lil mama I gotta go Not tryna hit and run ya but I got another show It's already check out time plus my plane leaves at four Give me them digits At a later date I'll f**k withchu some more Meanwhile rollin on chrome Every lil mama I run into wanna take me home Tryna give em my lil fair share Because they all want this bone So don't get mad at me if my cell phone is on roam I'm just tryna get some dome (Lil Flip) Now if you rollin wit me come now Now if you rollin wit me come now |
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from Lil' Flip - Lil Flip Presents/ Clover G'S (2005)
(feat. C Bo & Big Shasta)
(Hook: Big Shasta) Now we can roll some berry blunts Supersize two feet long And when it's done stuff the bong So we can smoke on You know we got the sticky trees That's why we make smoke songs One thing I know for sure Is that I'm so gone (C-Bo) Yeh M-J baby you mean everything to me I built all my raps and goals, and life around you I don't care what they think, I ain't right without you I don't dip whip shit, through the night without you Swisha, ciguerilla, cause you just so potent Put the towel under the do', cause you just so open I can see me wid you all in my life I'm in my drop top rollin' down Sunset all through the night Cause when I, fire ya up right, they know you're the truth I just look at them other niggaz, cause they want a hit too But I ain't into sharin' mines, less you one of my dogs If you wid us it ain't shit we blow one of my logs I keep the dro loose, like it's supposed to So when they hit it they just choke like they supposed to You wanna blow to?, you gon' need dough fool You hit my blunt I snatch it back like I don't know you (Lil' Flip) Imagine ridin' down the highway eyes all blurry Cops pull me over cause they know I'm in a hurry I ain't worried I ain't ridin' dirty but I'm high as fuck I hoppin' out like damn, you wanna buy my truck? It must've been my luck, for me to get stopped It must've been your luck, for you to get dropped I roll the creme of the crop, the best shit nigga We ain't fuckin' around wid that stress shit nigga I went to Amsterdam, in a tannish Lan I ain't wear my fuckin' jewelry they know who I am I Lil' Flipper, the nigga who was leanin' to the left Just, freestylin' eversince Jazzy Jeff, and the Fresh Prince Well I'm the fresh king, you wearing little stones I got begets in my ring, I got green weed purple weed No more commercial weed, hah ha That's how I do it smoke one G (Hook) |
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from Lil' Flip - I Need Mine (2006)
<i>[Talking]</i>
Yeah-yeah-yeah, ay let's win a Grammy with this one Let's go woo-woo, this for all the single mothers out there Coming straight from your boy Fliperaci, the number one fly boy I done took y'all to the club, I done took y'all to the streets Fin to make you think, pay attention let's go <i>[Lil' Flip]</i> When we was kids, we wasn't worried about the bills It was all about the ice cream, and rolling down hills Look boy meets girl, the next day he wanna kiss He make it to third base, but the condom wouldn't fit And guess who bust in, the lil' girl's daddy And you know black folks, he beat the lil' girl's ass Now her stepmom mad, she like send her back Cause I don't want my real daughter, growing up like that I tired to tell you last year, when you bought that phone And you don't know what she doing, when we ain't at home In these days, the kids looking older now So a grown man, might tap you on the shoulder now <i>[Hook]</i> This about a lil' mama too, if pop was here I know it's hard to raise a child, and maintain a career This a message, to all the single mothers in the world (don't be wasting all your time) And if a coward get you pregnant, and he don't wanna help Don't get stressed out, you can do it by yourself Cause you a strong woman girl, enjoy your life And no matter what they say, keep your head to the sky <i>[Lil' Flip]</i> Now it's eight years later, ery'body seventeen But everything changed, since Kim left the scene Now her laid back man, moving crackular You want a ki, you gotta meet him at the back of the store But guess who saw who, at the club that night After exchanging phone numbers, somebody started a fight Now ery'body running, so Kim ran with him That's when she said you a playa, why you ain't leaving with them That's when he said I want you, I been waiting for you What you say we get a room, just me and you After too much liquor, one thang led into another But you know where he messed up, he told her he loved her <i>[Hook]</i> <i>[Lil' Flip]</i> Now it's two months later, that nigga disappeared Meanwhile Kim at home, trying to wipe away her tears Befo' she gave it up, he use to call daily Another month passed by, now she going crazy She popping up at clubs, she even keyed his car That's when she got the phone call, bitch you went too far Oh now you calling back, cause your car got scratched You said you loved me, I can't believe I fell for that Damn, I shoulda known you was a pig anyway Look my stomach been hurting, and my friend kinda late Wait, I took a test at least three or four times But you know what cowards say, it ain't mine <i>[Talking]</i> And I know you tired, of hearing that man A real man take responsibility, for his seeds This for every single mother, whether you white or black It don't matter, you know I'm saying Ery'body can't be born rich, you know I'm saying I come from the hood, I made some'ing out of nothing You know I'm saying, everytime I do a concert It's females in the front row, after the show They like sign my autograph, so I can get back home My kids gotta go to school, you know I'm saying So if you taking care of your child, by your damn self Keep doing your damn thang, if Fantasia can do the shit Anybody can do it, you dig what I'm saying Straight up, holla back |
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from Lil' Flip - I Need Mine (2006)
<i>[Talking]</i>
Yeah-yeah-yeah, ay let's win a Grammy with this one Let's go woo-woo, this for all the single mothers out there Coming straight from your boy Fliperaci, the number one fly boy I done took y'all to the club, I done took y'all to the streets Fin to make you think, pay attention let's go <i>[Lil' Flip]</i> When we was kids, we wasn't worried about the bills It was all about the ice cream, and rolling down hills Look boy meets girl, the next day he wanna kiss He make it to third base, but the condom wouldn't fit And guess who bust in, the lil' girl's daddy And you know black folks, he beat the lil' girl's ass Now her stepmom mad, she like send her back Cause I don't want my real daughter, growing up like that I tired to tell you last year, when you bought that phone And you don't know what she doing, when we ain't at home In these days, the kids looking older now So a grown man, might tap you on the shoulder now <i>[Hook]</i> This about a lil' mama too, if pop was here I know it's hard to raise a child, and maintain a career This a message, to all the single mothers in the world (don't be wasting all your time) And if a coward get you pregnant, and he don't wanna help Don't get stressed out, you can do it by yourself Cause you a strong woman girl, enjoy your life And no matter what they say, keep your head to the sky <i>[Lil' Flip]</i> Now it's eight years later, ery'body seventeen But everything changed, since Kim left the scene Now her laid back man, moving crackular You want a ki, you gotta meet him at the back of the store But guess who saw who, at the club that night After exchanging phone numbers, somebody started a fight Now ery'body running, so Kim ran with him That's when she said you a playa, why you ain't leaving with them That's when he said I want you, I been waiting for you What you say we get a room, just me and you After too much liquor, one thang led into another But you know where he messed up, he told her he loved her <i>[Hook]</i> <i>[Lil' Flip]</i> Now it's two months later, that nigga disappeared Meanwhile Kim at home, trying to wipe away her tears Befo' she gave it up, he use to call daily Another month passed by, now she going crazy She popping up at clubs, she even keyed his car That's when she got the phone call, bitch you went too far Oh now you calling back, cause your car got scratched You said you loved me, I can't believe I fell for that Damn, I shoulda known you was a pig anyway Look my stomach been hurting, and my friend kinda late Wait, I took a test at least three or four times But you know what cowards say, it ain't mine <i>[Talking]</i> And I know you tired, of hearing that man A real man take responsibility, for his seeds This for every single mother, whether you white or black It don't matter, you know I'm saying Ery'body can't be born rich, you know I'm saying I come from the hood, I made some'ing out of nothing You know I'm saying, everytime I do a concert It's females in the front row, after the show They like sign my autograph, so I can get back home My kids gotta go to school, you know I'm saying So if you taking care of your child, by your damn self Keep doing your damn thang, if Fantasia can do the shit Anybody can do it, you dig what I'm saying Straight up, holla back |
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from Dorrough - Dorrough (2009)
She ain't got it all, she ain't got it all
Is something wrong with her 'cause she ain't got it all She ain't got it all, she ain't got it all She on some other shit 'cause she ain't got it all She ain't got it all, she ain't got it all Somebody get this girl 'cause she ain't got it all She ain't got it all, she ain't got it all I don't want it with this girl 'cause she ain't got it all See, she ain't got it all, she ain't got it all All you crazy hoe, I know a lot of y'all I had this one girl, she had a body, dawg Pretty in the face just like a Barbie doll I met her in the club, she was hot and all At first I really liked her but later not at all I took her to the crib and she was naughty, dawg She took me to the head just like a Tylenol She sees my piece and chain, she see my diamond ring That's what the problem is, she feel I got it all See, I done met the game but see, I play the game So I'ma call the clique and toss her like a volleyball She ain't got it all, she ain't got it all Is something wrong with her 'cause she ain't got it all She ain't got it all, she ain't got it all She on some other shit 'cause she ain't got it all She ain't got it all, she ain't got it all Somebody get this girl 'cause she ain't got it all She ain't got it all, she ain't got it all I don't want it with this girl 'cause she ain't got it all Say, now she callin' me and she keep on callin' me I'm not a toilet bowl, so why she stallin' me? She crazy in the head, oh yeah, she gotta be And then she be at all my shows, I think she followin' me Now I don't bother her, so why she botherin' me She see me ballin' so she tryna win a lottery She stay around 'cause she know I be where them dollars be But I wouldn't spend a dollar on her in a dollar tree I know you think I'm mean, well, I don't try to be So suck it up 'cause see, Dorrough don't do apologies She asked am I a G, I tell her possibly But if a G is what she want then I don't try to be She ain't got it all, she ain't got it all Is something wrong with her 'cause she ain't got it all She ain't got it all, she ain't got it all She on some other shit 'cause she ain't got it all She ain't got it all, she ain't got it all Somebody get this girl 'cause she ain't got it all She ain't got it all, she ain't got it all I don't want it with this girl 'cause she ain't got it all Look, I done took her to Benny Hana's then I took her to the game Black off sets on a peanut butter range Whole purple sets plus I'm leaning on that drank I used to make it rain, now I make it hurricane That was her name, she was bad and she had a great job I ain't gone lie, she the reason why I got 8 car She hustle for her daddy and her daddy me You wanna date with her, this gone cost you a B I'm on them hoe, I'm sitting low I'm doin' this for pimp screw and Big Moe This Flip and Dorrough, he keep shit like here And baby girl, these some gators, my watch your step She ain't got it all, she ain't got it all Is something wrong with her 'cause she ain't got it all She ain't got it all, she ain't got it all She on some other shit 'cause she ain't got it all She ain't got it all, she ain't got it all Somebody get this girl 'cause she ain't got it all She ain't got it all, she ain't got it all I don't want it with this girl 'cause she ain't got it all |
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from Lil' Flip - I Need Mine (2006)
<i>[Lil' Flip]</i>
Aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye Aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye <i>[Hook - Lil' Flip (2x)]</i> Why you actin' like a hoe? Nigga say it to my face You rather rap it in a flow Why you ain't say it to my face? Now I know your ass a hoe You shoulda said it to my face Man that nigga gotta go, oh oh! <i>[Lil' Flip]</i> You run your mouth to them hoes (hoes) Why you ain't say it to my face? You ain't playin' wit a kid I'mma put you in yo place I got niggas on my team, who ain't scared to catch a case Catch yo bitch while she's shoppin' And put that pistol by her waist Push her in your car, then take her to your place Bitch where the jewelry at? (yeah, where the safe at?) Hurry open up the safe When it comes to gettin' bread, I'm ahead in the race Infrared to his head, it's just another murder case The game really over when you see that yellow tape Pop the Lucky Nites niggas, let's celebrate These niggas love to hate, but I'm aight wit that! These M-16's will push your whole temple back Nigga remember that, I am not a game I guarantee, y'all niggas coppin' my chain Cause y'all jackin' my style, you can't fuck with my flow (flow) And she a dyke bitch, you can't fuck with my hoe I'm still pumpin' that dro I'm still thuggin' fo sho You hear that knock nigga? Courtesy of Z-Ro Don't be no hero, just play your part nigga You beef with me then that mean you ain't smart nigga <i>[Hook]</i> <i>[Z-Ro]</i> Look, a lot of y'all rappers turn up so bold but can't nobody touch me (can't nobody touch me) But in the real we infiltrate penetrate muthafucka (muthafucka) So one might get cool wit you just to do your ass end (your ass end) I be openin' up in your whip and it's comin' through your glass in (your glass in) Whether you standin' in my upper arm from the side of my forearm (forearm) I can walk without security cause ain't nobody gon' do 'Ro no harm Before I go fuck all 'yall, I feel I own ya that much And if you wonder what it is that makes me act this way nigga that's nuts We got fat nuts, you know the kind your baby momma like Anythin' I say behind your back I'm willin' to say it to your face twice "Fuck Lil' Flip, Fuck Z-Ro, I don't be listenin' to they shit" May the same ones that at our shows recite our lyrics think that they shit I'm just waitin' to hear somebody slander my name in a song Same day it come out I pull a 2-8 gun out and I'll that bitch when I leave your home Murder ain't crazy, just necessary sometime I call a 14-40 and then you check out that's when I put my gun down <i>[Hook (4x)]</i> |
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from Lil' Flip - I Need Mine (2006)
<i>[Lil' Flip]</i>
Aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye Aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye <i>[Hook - Lil' Flip (2x)]</i> Why you actin' like a hoe? Nigga say it to my face You rather rap it in a flow Why you ain't say it to my face? Now I know your ass a hoe You shoulda said it to my face Man that nigga gotta go, oh oh! <i>[Lil' Flip]</i> You run your mouth to them hoes (hoes) Why you ain't say it to my face? You ain't playin' wit a kid I'mma put you in yo place I got niggas on my team, who ain't scared to catch a case Catch yo bitch while she's shoppin' And put that pistol by her waist Push her in your car, then take her to your place Bitch where the jewelry at? (yeah, where the safe at?) Hurry open up the safe When it comes to gettin' bread, I'm ahead in the race Infrared to his head, it's just another murder case The game really over when you see that yellow tape Pop the Lucky Nites niggas, let's celebrate These niggas love to hate, but I'm aight wit that! These M-16's will push your whole temple back Nigga remember that, I am not a game I guarantee, y'all niggas coppin' my chain Cause y'all jackin' my style, you can't fuck with my flow (flow) And she a dyke bitch, you can't fuck with my hoe I'm still pumpin' that dro I'm still thuggin' fo sho You hear that knock nigga? Courtesy of Z-Ro Don't be no hero, just play your part nigga You beef with me then that mean you ain't smart nigga <i>[Hook]</i> <i>[Z-Ro]</i> Look, a lot of y'all rappers turn up so bold but can't nobody touch me (can't nobody touch me) But in the real we infiltrate penetrate muthafucka (muthafucka) So one might get cool wit you just to do your ass end (your ass end) I be openin' up in your whip and it's comin' through your glass in (your glass in) Whether you standin' in my upper arm from the side of my forearm (forearm) I can walk without security cause ain't nobody gon' do 'Ro no harm Before I go fuck all 'yall, I feel I own ya that much And if you wonder what it is that makes me act this way nigga that's nuts We got fat nuts, you know the kind your baby momma like Anythin' I say behind your back I'm willin' to say it to your face twice "Fuck Lil' Flip, Fuck Z-Ro, I don't be listenin' to they shit" May the same ones that at our shows recite our lyrics think that they shit I'm just waitin' to hear somebody slander my name in a song Same day it come out I pull a 2-8 gun out and I'll that bitch when I leave your home Murder ain't crazy, just necessary sometime I call a 14-40 and then you check out that's when I put my gun down <i>[Hook (4x)]</i> |
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from 2 Fast 2 Furious (분노의 질주 2) by David Arnold [ost] (2003)
Here we go Welcome to my world nigga of Cadillacs and stacks Triple X throwbacks with my name on the back Uh, I know you see us You wanna be us With Jam Master Jay on my Adidas Plus I ride around in two-seata's I hope its cold cuz i'm comin wit my heata I'm on Fleeta doin 150 Can't you tell my cut i'm pimpin And if I hit one time shes limpin And if he trick one dime he's simpin Cause we don't do it like that over here All we do is grip grain on the stair Like Killer Mike all I do is dream about sex But when I wake up I have a dream about a check And after that I burn rubber when i jump in my Vette Yet his hoes raise up but it ain't come out yet, I'm Speed Racin On 20's (On 20's) Wheels Spinnin(Wheels Spinnin) These hoes grinnin I pulled up with the top off On 20's (On 20's) Wheels spinnin (Wheels Spinnin) these hoes grinnin Futuristic tennis shoes when I hop off Yeah, Yeah, Yeah I got a need for speed get in da truck wit me Or we can start the Bentley doin a buck fifty I'm so gangsta, chickenheads dont' wanna fuck wit me But you can love me or hate me baby you stuck wit me And I'm a flow til the police come and get me We run dis city, you can't do nothin wit me Its young red ya'll I'm rollin something sticky You see them 20's believe they worth three a penny And I ain't really got nuthin to lose So announce on 22's start spreadin the news Lets speed it up a little Hoes love to choose Soon as the spot the drop Man it gotta be the shoes The fast lane is where a nigga live ev'r night Look for the grain stay away from the red light Them old folks hear me creepin up the st |
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from Lil' Flip - Lil Flip Presents/ Clover G'S (2005)
[Talking]
We flip the hits We flip the chicks We flip the bricks yo [Hook] I like it when you do that right thurr (right thurr) Come here, let me whisper in ya ear (in ya ear) You know, I'ma tell you what you wanna hear (wanna hear) You wanna get it on let's do it right here, OKAY! [x2] [Verse 1] I like that chick right thurr (right thurr) But it ain't no fun hoe if ya don't share Go to the mall and get me a white fur I'm pushin' a Vi-per And believe me I might swerve You got nice curves I'm a pimp you ain't heard? It's three of us and one of you you ain't scared? We at the Adam's mart downtown over thurr (over thurr) Tell ya girlfriend stop wearin' horsehair I'm in a home team throwback Andre wear It ain't no rules why should I play fair We V-I-P at the club all year Just meet me at the back and pull up a chair [Hook x2] [Verse 2] I don't know how to make love music I make thug music, I make club mu-sic Now all these niggas tryna battle rap But that shit don't add up to a platinum plaque I'm like Shaq move bitch get out the way I'm finna dump I move a hundred and fifty out the trunk I hit the jackpot before I got my deal I keep my ear to the streets like Holyfield I got the keys to the crib and it's three in the mornin' I paid for five bottles but three of 'em gone I'm real fucked up plus my eyes gettin' blurred If you wanna do a track and split the grand to a pair |
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from Three 6 Mafia - Da Unbreakables [Screwed & Chopped] (2004)
This for all my players out there ridin'... spinners I don't care where you at, the club parking lot The express way, whatever What I want you to do right now is just STOP And let em' keep spinnin' man [Hook 2X] I'm ridin' spinners, I'm ridin' spinners They don't stop I'm ridin' spinners, I'm ridin' spinners They don't stop I'm ridin' spinners, I'm ridin' spinners They don't stop I'm ridin' spinners, I'm ridin' spinners I'm rolin' [DJ Paul] Pedal to the metal then STOP, [*Brakes*] Take another sip from the syrup then STOP [*Brakes*] Let my seat back, drop the top then STOP [*Brakes*] See me something sexy, spot that ass I gotta STOP [*Brakes*] My rims so shiny they clear like flat-screen plasma Gals break when they see em' it's hard to breathe like they got asthma Older people trippin' cause they think they seein' thangs My car sittin' still but my rims still rolin' man, they off the chain [Juicy J] Everybody let ya spinwheels spin like a spinmill Juicy J on certain pills, cruisin' down to Knoxville See them thangs shinin' sparkin' like a diamond Bumpin' the Alpi-ne, why you's a lyin' Eyes like a Chinese, I'm drinkin' on the Heiny I'm ridin' on the strip, any party you can find me You rollin' with the finest, the North Memphis highness You ball till ya fall, till a player aged ninety [Hook 2X] [Lil' Flip] I got twenty inch spinners on my drop [*Brakes*] Nothin' but white and yellow rocks in my watch [*Brakes*] I'm doin' one-fifty so I'm watchin' for the cops [*Brakes*] Since I'm in the Lamborghini I ain't gon' stop [*Brakes*] I'm packin' a glock believe it or not I'm ready to bust And down here we drink purple (And we drink that Tuss) So |
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