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from Mr. Cheeks - Back Again [Explicit Version] (2003)
I thought I'd write this one for you, ain't seen you in a while
Staring at your picture wishing I was wit cha, miss ya smile And when I'm wit cha it's like I don't want to leave again Without you listen I don't want to breathe again You give me a lot and everyday you giving more So there's no need to tell you who or what I'm living for I miss ya very much shit I miss ya every touch And I know you'd come through for me in the clutch I'm on the road with my peeps and I know I'm moving But yet the time we spend together that's so soothing Love it how we do shit I pour a drink for ya You pour a drink for me and always think of me I call you when you when I'm home I know you bored and all alone I want to come and scope you up and place you in the zone But we could be together on the right now Cuddle on the couch, watch some TV, turn the lights down That's what's up... [Chorus:] Cloudy was the day when sunshine came into my life, and made it brighter (I can't go a day without my lover) She's touching me with her warmness as the light shine from her smile She makes me happy... (I can't go a day without my lover) I know I put you through some shit but yet you stayed with me Messing with them other chicks it's only games they play with me Searching for something I had with me all the time I made a change, my love to you I'm giving all of mine Send you cards in the mail to show you that I care Shit a life without you is the only thing I fear So I'm a make sure a nigga hold it down for The foundation wishing I could be around more But you know the drama gotta keep a nigga running I bugged out with the crew it's only you I'm wanting Call you on the horn to hear you on the other end "Mental hugging giving my loving to no other men" This one's personal so keep it close to you Be there for each other that's what we supposed to do And anything you want I make sure you get it And anything you into babygirl you know I'm wit it Holla when you ready for me... [Chorus] Yeah, listen don't mean to burn your ear out But this is something you should hear out Right now Shit I'd give you the world I'm a make it home to my babygirl someway or somehow Ain't afraid to tell ya how your fella feel 'cause your fellas real And on the real girl you're hella chill I hope you get the message by the end of this Wanted you from the start, from the heart I'm sending this This my last gig I'm on my way home And we can go and paint the town or we can stay home It don't matter what we do as long as I'm wit you Spend some time wit you, you know what I'm a do Get it on wit you just like the first time There's no need for this man to rehearse mine Superstar wit ya, back-to-back and far wit ya Without a doubt I'm going all out for wit ya [Chorus] ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By HARRIS, JAMES SAMUEL III/LEWIS, TERRY Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc. |
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from Mr. Cheeks - Back Again [Explicit Version] (2003)
Take it from the top with nothin but the hot shit I told 'em we got shit and it smells (definitely) Mario, what's the verdict? Hey yo, Mr. Cheeks, I know ya heard it The way we move (make it happen), spaz out on who? Boo c'mon, that's how we do it This one's for you, c'mon I did it like the Elements and wrote a song for ya No kiddin, where my feelings getting strong for ya And if I really had a chance I'ma pick you You got class and finese, you dress sick too I'ma holla at you everytime ya pass by And if I don't get you now this ain't the last try You play hard to get, I like steppin up ma Like bend over, yeah we both got enough time And yousa don, so take this where ya go Anywhere you at you'll always hear the call In ya ear, in ya heart, until I gets through And that's my word, I'm not stoppin till I get you I've known your pretty ass for years but don't know ya know ya We getting older and I feel like I got some things to show you I've done traveled through the world Balled out of clubs and called Earl Got weed, now I need me a girl I've got a crush on you, my baby So let's put a rush on us, sweet lady Maybe we can share our love with things we haven't lately Cuz I got a crush on you, my baby Come back, I'ma keep this Mo' on show for ya Imagine if you felt the same way I feel for ya Yeah, you see, that would be something This thing we can have together, but you be frontin Take your time though, I don't really mind Anytime I'ma make your pretty ass mine So keep doin what you doin till you ready for a Big nigga like me cuz I'm ready for ya-ac |
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from Mr. Cheeks - John P. Kelly (2001)
Ooohhh...
Mad shit jumpin off, now I like this Ok, yeah, yeah hey yo Friday night, just got paid I'm runnin wit my mans we got plans of gettin laid up Sticky green burnin sittin on twenty's Pocket full of money and we hollerin the honeys yo Stress less of death and we let the chain swing Makin we out for the same thing Hittin up the spot where they say is jumpin at I'm straight and man I'm bringin somethin back Me and the wild one we just copped a nice one And two brand new toys fuck the price done Big nigga style say when I switch lanes Stay doin big thangs smoke while I get brains Line full of women can't wait to get in Checkin mo sippin mo spittin Dancefloor packed do it in the doe stack Those that hit the see is get it get the Now where the hoes at Let's get it on and poppin Invite a few through, that's how the crew do DJ got the crowd jumpin The music from the speakers got the floor thumpin I'm tryna run in sumthin |
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from Mr. Cheeks - John P. Kelly [Explicit Version] (2001)
Ooohhh...
Mad shit jumpin off, now I like this Ok, yeah, yeah hey yo Friday night, just got paid I'm runnin wit my mans we got plans of gettin laid up Sticky green burnin sittin on twenty's Pocket full of money and we hollerin the honeys yo Stress less of death and we let the chain swing Makin we out for the same thing Hittin up the spot where they say is jumpin at I'm straight and man I'm bringin somethin back Me and the wild one we just copped a nice one And two brand new toys fuck the price done Big nigga style say when I switch lanes Stay doin big thangs smoke while I get brains Line full of women can't wait to get in Checkin mo sippin mo spittin Dancefloor packed do it in the doe stack Those that hit the see is get it get the Now where the hoes at Let's get it on and poppin Invite a few through, that's how the crew do DJ got the crowd jumpin The music from the speakers got the floor thumpin I'm tryna run in sumthin |
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from Mr. Cheeks - Back Again [Explicit Version] (2003)
Word
Dedicate this to all the ladies from all the guys Na-mean [unknown] through situations in life yo know Got ya ladies knahmean Some of them we hurt you knahmean Some women out there just love to run with niggaz you know Its like you got to take some time out and recognize the love you have ya knahmean I want to dedicate this to my old lady ya knahmean We going to do it [Verse 1] That's why I miss you much Your laughs lips your touch All those things we shared To show each other we cared Candle light nights out Lets get it on lights out Wipe your eyes don't cry This love we got it won't die I promise this no lie As long as we both try To come close and make it work I know deep down it hurt [Chorus] All the tears and the pain Never again I'll put you through it But we can make it Find it in your heart, in your heart [Verse 2] Kiss and make up I know that will be hard I love from the start Now your hearts been scarred I stand here alone I feel like the dirt You lost your main squeeze Fuck her nice work The whole town is laughing at me I'm a clown I Smile on the outside but inside I frown [Chorus] [Verse 3] I apologize for all I have done Caught between the walls I can't run I sweared I wish I had you near I sweared I wish I had you here Yeah you got me in my zone Come back and make this house a home If I could take it back I would Excuse the way I act no good Never meant to make you cry Don't want to hear you say bye-bye [unknown] For another why Lets give this love another try [Chorus] [Verse 4: Glenn Lewis] I know I promised babe If you believe in me I know at times I let you down If it were me ask myself could I take it In my heart as a man might not make it Honestly sincerely truthfully I come to you Despite all that I do yeah we can yeah yeah [Chorus] I Love you I love you I love you Believe it when I say baby Oooooo baby I'm sorry I'm sorry whoooo Whoo I am sorry baby Sorry Baby ooohh |
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from Mr. Cheeks - John P. Kelly (2001)
Whoever thought this a happen?
Hey yo, that bum nigga rappin,' took it the top, now I won't stop I remember bein' broke cause if I didn't nigga I'd be frontin,' reminisicin' where your nigga at? Ain't nuthin,' never thought about the hot outfits, jewelry or the celly Back then we was in the skelly Shorties with the barrettes, candy in the bag The handgun, remember when we shot the fair one? A nigga like me had the motherfuckin' pro players and my Lees on For a nickel got my squeeze on Fly balls off the wall in the schoolyard Swear to gods got my first quickie in school garage *I remember those days You and I gettin' paid Now we got it made, oh yeah I remember, I remember Aiyo, we open gates and let the dogs chase us home after school Until my nigga Skee got bit, yo, but that was cool We took him to the crib we laughin', growin' up We drinkin' liquor on the stool while he throwin' up We runnin' from school security, besides that the 102 cops Yo, the man was my grandpops He used to air me out, he never tried to even motherfuckin' hear me out No punishment, but here we out We back at it again, me and my men Yo what was realest when us niggas seen a fan And all we wanna know does anybody fuckin' care? And why this trouble follow me every fuckin' where? *Repeat Aiyo, we used to hot wire cars, bragged about the scars we collected Tryin to escape from them older guys up at the bars They never let us bang, let's act ring again We knew they had a crew, but yo our crew was thick OK, now we graduated from junior high We into badder bitches, caine, getting money yo, we livin fly We got the Jordan and ball, we got the weed and all When Chris died yo we felt there was no need to fall We seen it all, from welfare lines, all them good and bad times Back then I wish I had rhymes I got my childhood name from my wild hood Sling still, as though it was a good thing *Repeat (x3) |
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from Mr. Cheeks - John P. Kelly [Explicit Version] (2001)
Whoever thought this a happen?
Hey yo, that bum nigga rappin' Took it the top, now I won't stop I remember bein' broke 'cause if I didn't nigga I'd be frontin', reminisicin' where your nigga at? Ain't nuthin,' never thought about the hot outfits Jewelry or the celly, back then we was in the skelly Shorties with the barrettes, candy in the bag The handgun, remember when we shot the fair one? A nigga like me had the motherfuckin' pro players And my Lees on, for a nickel got my squeeze on Fly balls off the wall in the schoolyard Swear to Gods, got my first quickie in school garage I remember those days You and I gettin' paid Now we got it made, oh yeah I remember, I remember Aiyo, we open gates and let the dogs chase us home after school Until my nigga Skee got bit, yo, but that was cool We took him to the crib, we laughin', growin' up We drinkin' liquor on the stool while he throwin' up We runnin' from school security, besides that the 102 cops Yo, the man was my grandpops He used to air me out He never tried to even motherfuckin' hear me out No punishment but here we out We back at it again, me and my men Yo, what was realest when us niggas [unverified] And all we wanna know, does anybody fuckin' care? And why this trouble follow me every fuckin' where? I remember those days You and I gettin' paid Now we got it made, oh yeah I remember, I remember [Unverified] Aiyo, we used to hot wire cars Bragged about the scars we collected Tryin' to escape from them older guys up at the bars They never let us bang, let's act [unverified] We knew they had a crew but yo, our crew was thick Okay, now we graduated from junior high We into badder bitches, caine, getting money yo, we livin' fly We got the Jordan and ball, we got the weed and all When Chris died yo we felt there was no need to fall We seen it all from welfare lines All them good and bad times Back then I wish I had rhymes I got my childhood name from my wild hood Sling still, as though it was a good thing I remember those days You and I gettin' paid Now we got it made, oh yeah I remember, I remember I remember those days You and I gettin' paid Now we got it made, oh yeah I remember, I remember I remember those days You and I gettin' paid Now we got it made, oh yeah I remember, I remember |
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from Mr. Cheeks - John P. Kelly (2001)
I'm talkin to these motherfuckers Yea, ok
Yea, ooh, ooh (This one's a vivrant thing) LB, G.I. one fam, oh my (Bounce with me now) Big, dawg, hot (I'm talkin, this gone be somethin now) Mr. Cheeks, whoo (I'm talkin lights, camera, action) Ohhhh Kay (Get down now) Big dawg now one shot deal shit Yea, ok Now I'm in the spot where I wanna be Money spent, niggas gettin bent, chicks in front of me Just the way I like it, hunnies turnin somethin I got a seat up in the cut and I'm burnin somethin Booties dancin 'round a nigga and I'm killin one Killin one from the top of the stash and I'm feelin buns Plus I'm do' low at a table - I'm fuckin with this chick, with a phat body and the ring up in her navel Dances around, she struts with the "fuck" walk Touches her toes, and she can make her butt talk Do whatcha gotta do, I ain't mad at 'chu Know a lot of haters when they seen and as bad as you You's a real bad girl, a nigga need that Sippin on ya Henny, askin where the weed at Lemme put you onto somethin You fuckin with a big nigga, no frontin *Uh shorty, turn it around lemme see somethin Fuckin with me for real, it's gone be somethin Yea, I'm talkin lights, camera, action Had me singin "I'm sorry Ms. Jackson" (x2) I love the way it's goin down she got the thong on She started bouncin more once she heard the "Thong Song" Them high heels got them calves lookin right too Shorty come live with me for the night true Shit I'm only tryin to holla - it's only right you holla back So where you headed lemme follow that Now word up I got plans for you It's more than my tongue and my hands'll do The way you move to the music - it make a nigga wanna, take you up outta here, go somewhere, loose it And your physique is off the chain It's gonna be hard gettin you off the brain I mean we could take a drive in the X5 The way you boogie on the floor, know that sex slide You's a dime piece, I'm tryin to see somethin Suck your t's and in your front and lemme squeeze somethin *Repeat (x2) I got a few hours left 'til a nigga jet And I'm hopin that it's you that a nigga get Hear them callin out ya name, I geuss ya showtime Get'cha money shorty, lemme see you pole climb Toes out, back showin off the tat-toooo Fuck the dumb shit, a nigga had to snatch youuuu Lookin as good as ya smell, pay your own bills Ask officer, cuz your pushin your own wheels Yea I'm feelin you tryin to see the deal with you What's goin on, later on, can I chill with you? We can do anything that you wanna do You know the way a nigga feel, all I want is you Get ya dance on Love the way you make the moves with no pants on Let's ride! Bounce to ya man's song Let's get to goin, it's goin on before the chance gone Next stop *Repeat (x4) Yo, turn with me now Do my thing, hey swing with me now Big dawg now, one shot deal shit Keep it tight, and this is how we steal shit It's that real shit, it's that new shit How we come thru shit Mr. Sexy keep shit hot with us Let's go get it, niggas tryed to come get us Back, niggas know my fuckin style Got the booties in the back, HEY meanwhile We just suckin and smokin and drinkin Hey man, what the fuck is they thinkin Aww shit, we's high tonite Well my nigga said "Let's ride tonite" We out in Miami We in New York Twist the cap, pop the cork Yea shorty, lemme see somethin Fuckin with me and my team, yea it's gone be somethin I'm talkin 'bout lights, camera, action Had a nigga singin "I'm sorry Ms. Jackson" Yea, oh, ha-ha, sorry Ms. Jackson Shorty actin like she ready for some action |
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from Mr. Cheeks - John P. Kelly [Explicit Version] (2001)
Yeah Watch out Big dogg (this is the remix)
Big dogg (This is the remix) [Missy Elliot] Remix (ohhhhhhhhhhh!) I'm on the floor When I come through the door You wanna see my ass shake yeah And when I move it around Remix (ohhhhhhhhhhh!) You in the corner like DANG how she do that there? Remix (ohhhhhhhhhhh!) It's the beat in the mean time See I'm a crime, I keep the crowd jumpin' Remix (ohhhhhhhhhhh!) It's the haters that hate the game, and talkin loud You aint sayin nothin! Mr. Cheeks big dogg My boys, they put it heavy on the trissat Remix (Uh!) Remix (ohhhhhhhhhhh!) High hats, baseline (bom, bom, bom, bom blat, blat get at!) Remix (ohhhhhhhhhhh!) It's the remix (goddamn) It don't get no better Remix (Uh!) Y'all suckers and busters bein fly too Q you better get up! Uh! Shorty Turn it around, let me see somethin Come with me, and there really gonna be somethin I'm talkin lights, camera, action Have me sayin' "I'm sorry Ms. Jackson" Come with me, and there really gonna be somethin Turn it around, let me see somethin I'm talkin lights, camera, action Have me saying "I'm sorry Ms. Jackson" It's time for some action Camera's flashin Everywhere, main attraction They react like I'm one of the Jacksons Remix I guess it's just my name that attracts them World famous PD And I stay on your radio stations I moved in, I live on TV (Remix) Cuz I'm placed in heavy rotation Remix Now let's shake to this How much more can you make to this (Wooo hoooo!) I like the sound of that Tell the bartender to send another round to that Remix I don't know where they found you at Take it to the ground and back Just keep movin round like that Oh! She's serious Now turn around one time I'm curious Yeah Yeah, this:is:the:remix Remix (Yo!) I'm that nigga that come through with the crew hit the bar start to roll shit Remix (Yo!) I bet when the world get a load of this here they be like "oh shit!" Remix (Yeah) The type of joint that make a nigga take a chick back to the tele-kere Remix (Oh!) Big things Mr. Cheeks, P. Diddy, and Missy Elliot I got my bottle of Mo Remix (Yo!) My double shot of Jack and I play the background Remix (Yo!) Until I see something And I go and lay my mack down Now I'm really wantin Remix (Oh!) We on the tables, and we bounce on the seats too The dance floor's packed Now you understand work, big niggas, and hot ass lyrics and beats too (GOOOODAMN!) And the m-to the s-I-e- Thane on the track with Mr. Cheeks Spittin shit in cam Around 60 degrees, in Carolina Mr. Petey, Petey, take your shirt off Spin it one time for me SAYY HHHOOOWWWW Get your freak on In the V, Philly or The City In the remix Love those who got love for me Hold those who be holdin me Ddddddown all the way down to the ggggground with me (YESSSIR!) Hit the bar, next round on me Get drunk, get y'all loose Petey Pab on the star in the Ms. Jackson beat (DAMN!) Anybody see gon be P Got the whole club with me (DAMN!) Shorty with you I'd miss jack the freak Stick your tongue out (EWWWWWW!) In here |
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from Mr. Cheeks - John P. Kelly (2001)
And EH!
*And I see you passing by my way, again... And I'm wondering if we can be good friends... And I see you passing by my way, again...Yeah And I'm wondering if we can be good friends... Can't 'cha get along? **Mama say, mama say, mama say, mama say.. Got to get along Papa say, papa say, papa say, papa say.. (This is where you belong...) Mama say, mama say, mama say, mama say..Uh And papa say, papa say, papa say, papa say.. (This is where you belong...) Eh, excuse me dime piece, Where you headed off to with that chip up on ya shoulder Lemme help get that off you (Yeah) Walkin around like you lost and from out of town Who got you down, yo shit, you too hot to frown I see you time to time whenever you creep through You know my cousin D2, yea that's my peop-le I always ask about 'cha, I guess I spoke you up I swear if you was trees, I'd roll, light, and smoke you up (Yeah) And I'm not kiddin wit'cha, for real a nigga dig ya But can we hang out, spend some time, that's what I'm tryna figure Live alone, got a style all your own Cin-a-min complexion skin tone, I know you been grown The mouth is statured with a work, for real it got me hurtin Of course a nigga flirtin, come from behind that curtain I got some more deliveries but yet I be back And when I get back I wanna see that (see that) Matter-a fact gimme that number lemme hit you on the arm By the time I get back you be gone (be gone) Yeah, I got that number from her, cuz after work she outtie Headed back to the crib where she can live and get it clouty At eight o'clock, we meet up at that after-work spot (Yeah) If no one told ya today, yo that shirt is skirr-hot You keep ya nails painted, always got ya hair done Tonight's the night me and you go out and share one *Repeat **Repeat Yeah, aiyyo, We meet in front the jazz spot, she lookin right as ever Boostin mastergloves, them gloves that master leather Smile when she see me, I guess I'm lookin comfy She grabbed my hand and walked in front me, man I think she want me Got a table for two in the rear Cuz over there, you's allowed to throw somethin in the air Music soundin good, we hopped up out our chairs I'm close up on them smells, we're burnin L's and bears We had a few drinks, we ate a meal and all This night and her cousin, for real I feel it all She got me woide open, I guess she wide too Cuz she done told me anytime I wanna slide through That I can slide through, I take you on that offer I had to warn her, laughed and joked a bit, now I'm back up on her Not tonight but give me some time, I'ma bag you and make you my permanent Ragu *Repeat **Repeat just 4 lines |
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from Mr. Cheeks - John P. Kelly [Explicit Version] (2001)
[Stephen Marley] And EH! And I see you passing by my way, again... And I'm wondering if we can be good friends... And I see you passing by my way, again...Yeah And I'm wondering if we can be good friends... Can't 'cha get along? Mama say, mama say, mama say, mama say.. Got to get along Papa say, papa say, papa say, papa say.. (This is where you belong...) Mama say, mama say, mama say, mama say..Uh And papa say, papa say, papa say, papa say.. (This is where you belong...) [Mr. Cheeks] Eh, excuse me dime piece, Where you headed off to with that chip up on ya shoulder Lemme help get that off you (Yeah) Walkin around like you lost and from out of town Who got you down, yo shit, you too hot to frown I see you time to time whenever you creep through You know my cousin D2, yea that's my peop-le I always ask about 'cha, I guess I spoke you up I swear if you was trees, I'd roll, light, and smoke you up (Yeah) And I'm not kiddin wit'cha, for real a nigga dig ya But can we hang out, spend some time, that's what I'm tryna figure Live alone, got a style all your own Cin-a-min complexion skin tone, I know you been grown The mouth is statured with a work, for real it got me hurtin Of course a nigga flirtin, come from behind that curtain I got some more deliveries but yet I be back And when I get back I wanna see that (see that) Matter-a fact gimme that number lemme hit you on the arm By the time I get back you be gone (be gone) Yeah, I got that number from her, cuz after work she outtie Headed back to the crib where she can live and get it clouty At eight o'clock, we meet up at that after-work spot (Yeah) If no one told ya today, yo that shirt is skirr-hot You keep ya nails painted, always got ya hair done Tonight's the night me and you go out and share one [Stephen Marley] And I see you passing by my way, again...Eh And I'm wondering if we can be good friends... And I see you passing by my way, again...Eh And I'm wondering if we can be good friends... Can't 'cha get a- Eh! Mama say, mama say, mama say, mama say..Eh And papa say, papa say, papa say, papa say.. (This is where you belong...) Mama say, mama say, mama say, mama say..What'cha say? And papa say, papa say, papa say, papa say.. (This is where you belong...) [Mr. Cheeks] Yeah, aiyyo, We meet in front the jazz spot, she lookin right as ever Boostin mastergloves, them gloves that master leather Smile when she see me, I guess I'm lookin comfy She grabbed my hand and walked in front me, man I think she want me Got a table for two in the rear Cuz over there, you's allowed to throw somethin in the air Music soundin good, we hopped up out our chairs I'm close up on them smells, we're burnin L's and bears We had a few drinks, we ate a meal and all This night and her cousin, for real I feel it all She got me woide open, I guess she wide too Cuz she done told me anytime I wanna slide through That I can slide through, I take you on that offer I had to warn her, laughed and joked a bit, now I'm back up on her Not tonight but give me some time, I'ma bag you and make you my permanent Ragu [Stephen Marley] And I see you passing by my way, again...Eh And I'm wondering if we can be good friends... And I see you passing by my way, again... And I'm wondering if we can be good friends... Can't 'cha get Eh! Mama say, mama say, mama say, mama say..Eh Papa say, papa say, papa say, papa say.. (This is where you belong..) *music fades out* |
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from Mr. Cheeks - Back Again [Explicit Version] (2003)
New York City
What's Going On What you been up too Yeah I know Bunch a niggaz nunning around with throw-backs and fitteds on Niggaz know who started the game man You know once niggaz start doin you You got to do something else Ya know what I'm saying Do bigger better things Switch lanes with big and better rings on niggaz Big nigga shit Fuck em Yeah Aiyyo Listen, what you pappas read you thinking I ain't getting sleep Its way past the streets no doubt the shit is getting deep L-B-N-Y-G your local heat clappers Pass the pill man I'm fillin ill I'm sick of all you cheap rappers Get the mic up kid yo flow is mad trash The cast got you talking shit man ya mad ass I put ya bitch niggaz on from the start yo Plus I am the wizard that gave you your heart so I bust a few shots off all ya get still I run this shit motherfuckers you just lives here Never wanted problems it wasn't necessary But I'm a bury niggaz quick fast in a hurry These fuckers think I'm something sweet because I love the women Ok these niggaz want problems its problems that I'm giving The crack started us off the hook and don't look for trouble This lifestyle I live it we give it to you double [Chorus] The bank shit official crack stars is who I hang with Tote my slang with lets give that dude the same shit The guns pop off of those that come to close to The fam niggaz track you strike back, yo we supposed to The bank shit official crack stars is who I hang with Tote my slang with shit give that dude the same shit The guns pop off of those that come to close to The fam niggaz track you strike back yo we supposed to Aiyyo These new niggaz run around like they been done it You just spark enough faggot ass I've been blunted I gotta team in every borough New York nigga Watch how you talk, watch where you walk nigga These jumps wear their steak suits so lets eat 'em up They ain't worth it because I let our bitches beat 'em up Fuck the star shit I'm up in the bar with Cast a hustle of the prove we got muscle man Before you haters out there that can't see me Mad because your girlfriend bump my CD Your read easy live with your corny stash Or get gun up when we run up on your corny ass Back up off us nigga you the softest Actin like you sold crack with coppers and officers Flash back shell-toe thick strings and jewelery RIP to Freaky-Tah Mike and Cooly-be |
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from Mr. Cheeks - Back Again [Explicit Version] (2003)
[Mr. Cheeks]
Yeah Mr. Cheeks, M.O.P, Big Fame and Billy mother fucking Danze Let's give these bitch niggaz one more chance Throw them shits up (Throw'em up) Regulate the real (Regulate) Ayo we basically know how us fuckers feel (Feel that) How we running niggaz Ayo they gave me mad problems you wont amount to nothing Well look at me now I did amount to something The rap name in vain just like a four four No matter were us niggaz rock we watch out for popo Still up in the struggle I see nothing changes These niggaz peep the way we roll so we holding bangers Sport the jewelry cars and the shelto Gamble for car money drink let the L blows High school drop out got my G.E.D. though Don't speak about what I got the d-low Yo I know nothing but the hot shit creating Up on the road trips and hot shit we scatting From the slums stepping representing the jump off (jump off) What we bump hard what you niggaz bump soft Lived in Red Hook my pops name is Rudy Chattman My good times always started with whats happening (Chorus) Just call me a hustle Grinding pies writing rhyme 9 to 5 Pimping chicks doing sticks just getting rich takes muscle Saga of a every day struggle Bottom line dolla signs we aint got a dime we gotta hustle Clip feeling strip stealing sick villain Let of a lot of wip pealing gangsta type scuffle Payback could mean is time to layback and bubble But other times payback is trouble Just call me a hustle [Billy Danze] Lets give it up for the rusty 32's And the day before Lymer For the cold old gold and the loks marijuana When the G's stood firm Perfecting their concerns And a nickel spot with a single shot ready to burn Now shame on me it was cloudy I was blind I was thinking that this young coward nigga had a slime Your not LB your not M.O.P I brought tripping from my whole different angle to spot me [Lil Fame] I was blessed with a cursed (Curse a blessing within this curse) When curse became innershment encouragement I'm immune to the pain now I'm loving it I'm encourage to fakes the pain and Everything else I consider is punishment (Take it one day at a crime) Sometimes I stare into the mirror Asking my self we it all went wrong Back on the grind bomb stash heat in my palm Is a cold world my nigga so bundle and warm (Chorus) [Mr. Cheeks] Ayo listen my daughter is getting older I love to kiss'em hold'em Daddys always gonna be there for you I told'em The world is getting colder But imma keep'em warm Yall niggaz wanna get it on I bring a deeper storm Watch you niggaz like a job if I got to Fuck scrapping you gonna feel when I spot you I grew up in this raised around the hard times Did the thing hustle in boulevard dimes The red tops yellow tops and the blue ones Powerful always came through with some new one I peep them niggaz that was down but turn fuckiness Ever since Tah pass Yeah imma represent LB to the death of it Even though you left kid I'm still gonna rep this shit Track attacking bitch nigga smacking Every time I think I'm out these niggaz pull me back in (Chorus) 2x's |
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from Lil' Kim - La Bella Mafia (2003)
[Intro: Lil' Kim] (Mr. Cheeks)
Whoa! (Whoa!) Whoa! (Yeah) Aiyyo Tim man this the jump off right here man! (Jump off!) Whoa! (Whoa!) Whoa! (Whoa!) Whoa! (It's Queen Bee nigga) It's the jump off (Come on) [Verse 1: Lil' Kim] (Mr. Cheeks) I been gone for a minute now I'm back at the jump off (Jump off) Goons in the club incase somethin jumps off And back up before the hive let the pump off In the graveyard is where you get dumped off All we wanna do is party (Woo!) And buy everybody at the bar Bacardi (Woo!) Black Barbie dressed in Bulgari I'm tryin to leave in somebody's Ferrari Spread love that's what a real mob do Keep it gangsta look out for her people (For her people) I'm the wicked bitch of the east, you better keep the peace Or out come the beast We the best still there's room for improvement Our presence is felt like a Black Panther movement Seven quarter to eights back to back with 'em (Back to back) And I'm sittin on chrome seven times platinum [Chorus: Lil' Kim & Mr. Cheeks] This is for my peeps, with the Bentleys, the Hummers, the Benz Escalades twenty three inch rims (Oh!) Jumpin out the Jaguar with the Tims, keep your bread up And live good, East coast West coast worldwide All my playas in the hood stay fly And if your ballin let me hear you say rite (rite) [Verse 2: Lil' Kim] (Mr. Cheeks) It's Lil' Kim and Timbaland niggas shit ya drawers (Come on) Special delivery for you and yours (Now) I rep for bitches he rep for boys (Uh ha) If you rep for your hood then make some noise I got my eye on the guy in the Woolrich coat Don't he know Queen Bee got the ill deep throat? Uh! Let me show you what I'm all about How I make a Sprite can disappear in my mouth....WHOA!!!!! Shake up the dice, throw down your ice (What) Bet it all playa fuck the price Money ain't a thing throw it out like rice Been around the world cop the same thing twice Rub on my tits (Huh!) squeeze on my ass (Oooh!) Gimme some UH!!! step on the gas (Ah) Pop the cork and roll up the hash (Roll it!) You know what we about, sex, drugs and cash [Chorus] [Verse 3: Lil' Kim] (Mr. Cheeks) Enter the world of the Playboy pin up girl Buttnaked dressed in nothin but pearls You wanna meet me cause ya, know I'm freaky And ya, wanna eat me cause ya, say I'm sexy Got a man in Japan and a dude in Tahiti Believe me sweety I got enough to feed the needy No need to be greedy I got mad friends that's pretty (Hey!) Chicks by the layers (And) all different flavors (Woo!) Mafioso that's how this thing go (Yeah) Now everybody come get with the lingo Shake your body body, move your body body (Body body) On the dancefloor don't hurt nobody body (Body body) I'm the one that put the Range in the Rover When I'm steppin out the Range yo it's over Comin through in the Brooklyn Mint gear We 'gone do this just like Big Poppa was here [Chorus] [Outro: Mr. Cheeks] Yeah, to the what, yeah, oh, yo, keep your bread up, yeah, and worldwide And stay fly nigga, yeah man, right right right right, Queen Bee, LB Two thousand and, fuckin three, why not? we makin it hot She back at it, why wouldn't she be? come on, yeah B.I.G. Freaky Tah, yeah yeah yeah, L's, light 'em, oh... |
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from Mr. Cheeks - John P. Kelly [Explicit Version] (2001)
(Mr. Cheeks) Aiyo my first thoughts was stop when my man left I started drinkin more thinkin of my mans death then I thought he wouldn't want to see me crumble when he handed me the ball I promised I won't fumble and I wont, stood on the field implore the real these player haters hate so much now they resolve to kill got your pictures it aint the same without the laugh I pour liquor in the grass think about the past if there was no one I could speak with I could speak with you you knew all I was into what ive been through they couldn't fuck with us kid we was off da chain blew the spot up when we came and got inside the game from street cats we brought it to the main stream it was an honor playin with you on the same team ya namely a very great deal to me its only right I step it up you kept it real with me (chorus-Stephen Marley) and when that day comes were gonna be like every children and when that day comes everyone is gonna enjoy themselves (Mr. Cheeks) aiyo im thinkin yous about to come through at any minute bless your nigga on the track, put some flavor in it just a thought, im knowin that your not around cant forget how we did it in and out of town held it down, maintained, still inside the game listen ever since you left it hasn't been the same niggaz change, fam lookin at me strange was goin on with cheeks peeps hating different things no doubt im hearing everything they say he don't live around they way, why should I stay? I play the hook but don't stay understand that bein on the block aint bringin my man back those who know me know me straight love they show me, they can't hold me in the game Aiyo wassup with oby, maintain in talkin to my lost souls see you when I get there meet you at the crossroads (chorus) and when that day comes is when I get a chance to tell you I love you and when that day comes we gonna be yea yea yea yea (Mr. Cheeks) what went wrong all I know is that my mans one that made my mens strong on my own two I stand on right along I think about how we were like the bomb right before we perform let me write a song, how you used to do, represents all you knew Aiyo taliek 21 gun salute for you on top of losing you I lost you in the worst way now that's some shit them niggaz killed you on my birthday open presents nah said my nigga tai dead celebrating birthdays with that shit in my head think about the time when we would chill, up in 1 and 2 in back in Richmond Hill yeah that shit was real, us young niggaz growin up whoever thought we would start bubbling and blowin up but we did, survived it all I wish you did, I could speak for all the boyz we miss you kid Chorus till end... |
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from Mr. Cheeks - John P. Kelly (2001)
Aiyo my first thoughts was stop when my man left
I started drinkin more thinkin of my mans death then I thought he wouldn't want to see me crumble when he handed me the ball I promised I won't fumble and I wont, stood on the field implore the real these player haters hate so much now they resolve to kill got your pictures it aint the same without the laugh I pour liquor in the grass think about the past if there was no one I could speak with I could speak with you you knew all I was into what ive been through they couldn't fuck with us kid we was off da chain blew the spot up when we came and got inside the game from street cats we brought it to the main stream it was an honor playin with you on the same team ya namely a very great deal to me its only right I step it up you kept it real with me *and when that day comes were gonna be like every children and when that day comes everyone is gonna enjoy themselves aiyo im thinkin yous about to come through at any minute bless your nigga on the track, put some flavor in it just a thought, im knowin that your not around cant forget how we did it in and out of town held it down, maintained, still inside the game listen ever since you left it hasn't been the same niggaz change, fam lookin at me strange was goin on with cheeks peeps hating different things no doubt im hearing everything they say he don't live around they way, why should I stay? I play the hook but don't stay understand that bein on the block aint bringin my man back those who know me know me straight love they show me, they can't hold me in the game Aiyo wassup with oby, maintain in talkin to my lost souls see you when I get there meet you at the crossroads **and when that day comes is when I get a chance to tell you I love you and when that day comes we gonna be yea yea yea yea what went wrong all I know is that my mans one that made my mens strong on my own two I stand on right along I think about how we were like the bomb right before we perform let me write a song, how you used to do, represents all you knew Aiyo taliek 21 gun salute for you on top of losing you I lost you in the worst way now that's some shit them niggaz killed you on my birthday open presents nah said my nigga tai dead celebrating birthdays with that shit in my head think about the time when we would chill, up in 1 and 2 in back in Richmond Hill yeah that shit was real, us young niggaz growin up whoever thought we would start bubbling and blowin up but we did, survived it all I wish you did, I could speak for all the boyz we miss you kid *Repeat just last line **Repeat just last line And when that till we meet together (till fade) |
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from Mr. Cheeks - John P. Kelly (2001)
Ay yo listen, I blow the spot hot, chicks I only get with
My nigga says, "Got me shit, to help me spit with" Me and my crew, man, we don't got the same dimes Don't got the same style, don't got the same rhymes Ay yo, this shit is major, blow my cell and pager Say, "I love but hate ya, love my cousin Hasha" I'm in the strap game tight, I'm in the mix of things Ay yo this spot here is only for the folks who came Why were the niggas talkin'? You better keep on walkin' You reppin' Queens nigga, I'm reppin' East New York We keep the blunts sparkin' keep all the bitches talkin' Stop all the yappin' nigga, before you in a coffin Yo why you startin' Cheeks and then I stop to cough On this track like a newborn orphan, I stay boss face Up in the club flossin' with Dave Chanel I just met him but I be tossin' Yo before this niggas did it I had to Yankee fit it With the black bandannas, yo this shit bananas They think they doin' them, they really doin' me They think they doin' R O L Q L E They need to knock it off, I got the bank tight Ay yo I'm back up in this game as if I'm Frank White It's time to give it to these niggas, kid it's really time No doubt you gettin' burned, you need to learn to rhyme Fuck from a dummy nigga, it's nothin' funny nigga We rockin' gold fronts way before cash money nigga The wife beat if off, I keeps the heater warm You thought G was gone and now you see it's on I keep it really raw, that's how we give it to 'em I'm holdin' down my G's we need to get to doin' I got these kids growin', at least they right behind me I live in 2 0 7, East New York you know where to find me Ay yo let's get this money, let's stash some real estate No doubt I feel the love, no doubt I feel the hate It's no stopping us, some corny niggas hatin' us Who pushin' us back to back, who skatin' us On twenty inches now, with my tens down I push a truck now, don't give a fuck now I got my ho with me, she wanna roll with me You wanna smoke with me? Well, bitch roll up with me Yo, I keep it low key, the whole world know me I put a lot of niggas on, niggas owe me Niggas know how I get down, how I do I know I bit off more than I could fuckin' chew Ay yo I hit you nigga, never forget you nigga Dynamic duo, you's a slim grim, I'm holy chulu The greatest tag team ever, got our shit together Yo I'm a field jacket, yo I'm a butter leather That's how we make a hood Queens, Brooklyn Once again shit is on, can we gone C'mon, c'mon |
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from Mr. Cheeks - John P. Kelly [Explicit Version] (2001)
Ay yo listen, I blow the spot hot, chicks I only get with
My nigga says, "Got me shit, to help me spit with" Me and my crew, man, we don't got the same dimes Don't got the same style, don't got the same rhymes Ay yo, this shit is major, blow my cell and pager Say, "I love but hate ya, love my cousin Hasha" I'm in the strap game tight, I'm in the mix of things Ay yo this spot here is only for the folks who came Why were the niggas talkin'? You better keep on walkin' You reppin' Queens nigga, I'm reppin' East New York We keep the blunts sparkin' keep all the bitches talkin' Stop all the yappin' nigga, before you in a coffin Yo why you startin' Cheeks and then I stop to cough On this track like a newborn orphan, I stay boss face Up in the club flossin' with Dave Chanel I just met him but I be tossin' Yo before this niggas did it I had to Yankee fit it With the black bandannas, yo this shit bananas They think they doin' them, they really doin' me They think they doin' R O L Q L E They need to knock it off, I got the bank tight Ay yo I'm back up in this game as if I'm Frank White It's time to give it to these niggas, kid it's really time No doubt you gettin' burned, you need to learn to rhyme Fuck from a dummy nigga, it's nothin' funny nigga We rockin' gold fronts way before cash money nigga The wife beat if off, I keeps the heater warm You thought G was gone and now you see it's on I keep it really raw, that's how we give it to 'em I'm holdin' down my G's we need to get to doin' I got these kids growin', at least they right behind me I live in 2 0 7, East New York you know where to find me Ay yo let's get this money, let's stash some real estate No doubt I feel the love, no doubt I feel the hate It's no stopping us, some corny niggas hatin' us Who pushin' us back to back, who skatin' us On twenty inches now, with my tens down I push a truck now, don't give a fuck now I got my ho with me, she wanna roll with me You wanna smoke with me? Well, bitch roll up with me Yo, I keep it low key, the whole world know me I put a lot of niggas on, niggas owe me Niggas know how I get down, how I do I know I bit off more than I could fuckin' chew Ay yo I hit you nigga, never forget you nigga Dynamic duo, you's a slim grim, I'm holy chulu The greatest tag team ever, got our shit together Yo I'm a field jacket, yo I'm a butter leather That's how we make a hood Queens, Brooklyn Once again shit is on, can we gone C'mon, c'mon |
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