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from Smoma & Friends (2009) | |||||
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from Death Row Archives (The Soundtracks) (2007)
Cal, Cal, Cal [x4] [Verse 1:] It's all about that cash money that I'm makin (that's right) And crooked Ass cop tryin to shake in take it They can never understand how a woman could be a hustlas Without gettin laid, I make my money game I don't promote a violent attitude, but my mind snaps To cause psychological flashbacks, so listen up ya'll This shit can get a bit explicit, come closer so you don't miss it As A girl was taught to respect those who respect me But now that I've grown up, that seems have changed Nobody ? the cops really gives a fuck about cha Life is go on fine with or with out cha, that's why you need to learn The tricks of the trade keep ya' glock cocked so you can get paid And catch a po-po slippin while he tryin to jack a nigga for his riches, yea [Chorus:] True devotion That's what it is To the hustlas and the playas Yea that's right Got a notion I got a notion To smoke the playa haters [Verse 2:] They try to murda, murda Or get the young nigga for his churta Better respect it, cause' if you won't That's when they hit cha wit' a bomb rush Shake down beat down coutin yo ends as they roll through town I'm goinn to flip'em, if I catch a sucka strippin Extra clip on my hip I don't slip We can go toe to toe so that cha know Like Roy Jones it'll be another KO 1st knock out drag out like heavyweight champion ? I surrounded be demons that wanna try me it seems like time Is steadily passin by me, in a rubble of greed I'm steady striven I just keep on keep on survivin (yea) [Repeat chorus] [Verse 3] Well if you ask me no question I can tell you no lies Nothin comes easy in life it's all about Paradise I'm not the whose to blame for the fame I can't be tamed I'm not takin no shorts I kick ass and take names They wanna hold me back, but I'm goinn make my stack I'm livin phat and you can best believe that It's gettin hectic but check it I'm not a busta I gotta show my devotion to all the hustlas (yea) [Chorus repeats and fades] |
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from Death Row Archives (The Soundtracks) (2007)
[1] - Hoo, hoo, hoo, hoo, hoochie Hoo, hoo, hoo, hoo, groove with me Hoo, hoo, hoo, hoo, hoochie Hoo, hoo, hoo, hoo, groove with me So you're trippin', cuz I'm a little rougher than you're used to I ain't the one you act a fool to Step to me roam, and I'mma snap your neck And put your ho in check, and if ya take another step... [gun cocks] Back in the day, if I will remember You had the hanky for a hoochie now you're frontin' when you're near me And you know a hoochie ain't a hizoe That's why you gotta gizo But really you don't here me though But anyway, I ain't trippin' So don't you slip, cuz I'm dippin' This sucka you ain't pimpin', uh You gotta step to a hoochie with a little more game on your tongue Oh yes, I get hung And I don't need a father figure Daddy dearest tryna nut up Put your game up or shut the fuck up And about that little tramp you supportin' You're starin' me down, but I'm that hoochie you was shortin' [Repeat 1] Everybody's out to dis a hoochie, but don't even front Just slide up a blunt You gots to groove me to step to me Ooh-ee ooh-ee, do he want me? Or is he just a freaky brother fiendin' for some booty? And thinkin' a bad ass hoochie might give the skins quicker You got another thing comin' little nigga We grew up on the same block, we went through the same Now how you gonna have me deal with you? You'se a trick We both saw your momma get beat down by your pops And saw your auntie get freaked down by your pops And watched your ass get toe down Just like your pops, and you gets no props Now you're tryna educate your mind Five percent and Klein, and you never touch the swine But what about that old fade that you're sportin'? You're starin' me down, but I'm that hoochie you was shortin' [Repeat 1] So step to the left of mine Cock it out when I'm ringin' your chimes A chocolate brotha on my arm, and he's fine Yeah, and I'm... Groovin' cuz I know he's right here And can't nobody jump in my groove, I pumps fear And y'all be lookin' at my man, however I'm peepin' you A hoochie or not, my size 8 will be deep in you Forget the peace treaty when you're steppin' to a sweetie Sucka, you can't understand I got his back-up if he needs me Just like that Bonnie and Clyde, or that busta and that hoochie Yeah, I gotta have me a brotha strong enough to groove me Groove with me So come on and groove me Even though I'm a hoo-hoo-hoochie Hoo, hoo, hoo, hoo, hoochies need love too Hoo, hoo, hoo, hoo, even though I'm a hoochie Hoo, hoo, hoo, hoo, don't ya know we need love too Hoo, hoo, hoo, hoo, even though I'm a hoochie Hoo, hoo, hoo, hoo, hoochies need love too Hoo, hoo, hoo, hoo, even though, even though I'm a hoochie |
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from La Musica De Los Dioses Vol.3 (2000) | |||||
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from La M?sica De Los Dioses Vol.2 (1999) | |||||
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from Gang Related (갱 릴레이션) [ost] (1997)
Cal, Cal, Cal [x4] [Verse 1:] It's all about that cash money that I'm makin (that's right) And crooked Ass cop tryin to shake in take it They can never understand how a woman could be a hustlas Without gettin laid, I make my money game I don't promote a violent attitude, but my mind snaps To cause psychological flashbacks, so listen up ya'll This shit can get a bit explicit, come closer so you don't miss it As A girl was taught to respect those who respect me But now that I've grown up, that seems have changed Nobody ? the cops really gives a fuck about cha Life is go on fine with or with out cha, that's why you need to learn The tricks of the trade keep ya' glock cocked so you can get paid And catch a po-po slippin while he tryin to jack a nigga for his riches, yea [Chorus:] True devotion That's what it is To the hustlas and the playas Yea that's right Got a notion I got a notion To smoke the playa haters [Verse 2:] They try to murda, murda Or get the young nigga for his churta Better respect it, cause' if you won't That's when they hit cha wit' a bomb rush Shake down beat down coutin yo ends as they roll through town I'm goinn to flip'em, if I catch a sucka strippin Extra clip on my hip I don't slip We can go toe to toe so that cha know Like Roy Jones it'll be another KO 1st knock out drag out like heavyweight champion ? I surrounded be demons that wanna try me it seems like time Is steadily passin by me, in a rubble of greed I'm steady striven I just keep on keep on survivin (yea) [Repeat chorus] [Verse 3] Well if you ask me no question I can tell you no lies Nothin comes easy in life it's all about Paradise I'm not the whose to blame for the fame I can't be tamed I'm not takin no shorts I kick ass and take names They wanna hold me back, but I'm goinn make my stack I'm livin phat and you can best believe that It's gettin hectic but check it I'm not a busta I gotta show my devotion to all the hustlas (yea) [Chorus repeats and fades] |
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from Above The Rim (할렘 덩크) by Marcus Miller [ost] (1994) | |||||
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from Wild Orchid (와일드 오키드) by Andy Paley [ost] (1990) | |||||
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from Wild Orchid (와일드 오키드) by Andy Paley [ost] (1990) |