Trick Daddy

[Featuring Trick Daddy Dollars]
y'all got this motherfuckin pumped up
I know dat ain't nobody smokin wit me
I noticed ain't nobody smokin wit me
Any lace smokers in the motherfucker

[Chorus]
Wut Chu smokin nigga?!
(Dank Nigga Dank Da Dank Da Dank nigga) HUH?
Wut Chu smokin nigga?!
(Dank Nigga Dank Da Dank Da Dank nigga) What
We smokin
(Dank Nigga Dank Da Dank Da Dank nigga)

[JT Money]
Now if still got yo thang thang
Let em hang man
We in this thang smokin dank nigga dank dank
Free world we off tha chain nigga chain chain
Free world we off the chain chigga chain chain
Play no games nowda bang nigga bang bang
Money man got these clothes and these hoes in check
Nigga violatin get that ass soakin wet
Suckas act like they don't know bout J
ain't a dayum thang hoe bout J
And that's fo'sho bout J
I hate these otha niggaz talkin all dis ya ya
Up in this (???) won't do a dayum thang thang
Money man still spittin straight game game
Since day 1 ain't a dayum thang change change
I got this weed thang nigga on my brain brain
No lacin nigga only smokin plain jane
Get out da game game if you can't hang hang
And wut we smokin on nigga?

[Chorus]
Wut Chu smokin nigga?!
(Dank Nigga Dank Da Dank Da Dank nigga nigga) HUH?
Wut Chu smokin nigga?!
(Dank Nigga Dank Da Dank Da Dank nigga nigga) What
Wut Chu smokin nigga?!
(Dank Nigga Dank Da Dank Da Dank nigga nigga) HUH?
We smokin
(Dank Nigga Dank Da Dank Da Dank nigga nigga)

[Trick]
Gotta slow mah role
can't be wastin my shit
In a (???) 'cause I be lacin mah shit
Gotta fuckin pay for mah shit
I luv tha taste of my shit
And I don't smoke (???) so get outta mah face wit dat shit
don't let the bullshit fool ya
Nigga it'll do ya
How ya slap on your ass holla'n bout hallelujah
Get shotguned wit da budah
And I won't pursue ya but shit (???)
A bitch dats smoked out
(???)
I got a half or pound of that brown and e'vrythang get coked out
It ain't how I'm sleeping
'Spcially when I used ta peep
Mah bossman holla'n at another coke man
And set me free
Ima remember dem 1-on-1 2-on-2 and (???)
Now da (???) man got (???) dat I know ya like
I'm smokin that DANK
And I can't sleep can't eat and I can't think
Nigga wut

[Chorus]
Wut Chu smokin nigga?!
(Dank Nigga Dank Da Dank Da Dank nigga nigga) HUH?
Wut Chu smokin nigga?!
(Dank Nigga Dank Da Dank Da Dank nigga nigga) What
Wut Chu smokin nigga?!
(Dank Nigga Dank Da Dank Da Dank nigga nigga) HUH?
We smokin
(Dank Nigga Dank Da Dank Da Dank nigga nigga)

[JT Money]
My nigga fire up that thang thang
I'm talkin bout bout that dank nigga dank dank
E'vrybody in this game doin this thang thang
(???)
I'm on a mission tryin ta make dis thang bang
And boy don't eve let me catch you tryin to gang gang
And boy don't ever let me catch you tryin to gang gang
But that lead up in your head where ya can't think think
And dump your ass in the ditch where you can stank stank
Fuck around wit a nigga tryin ta maintain
(???) out chya brain brain
We gettin money nigga shit all your main main
Got tha love got the bud and the flame flame
All you niggaz talkin bout how they can swing swing
We can do anything brotha bring bring
And be prepared to get your ass put to shame shame
And what we smokin nigga
(dank nigga dank da dank da dank nigga)

[Chorus]
Wut Chu smokin nigga?!
(Dank Nigga Dank Da Dank Da Dank nigga nigga) HUH?
Wut Chu smokin nigga?!
(Dank Nigga Dank Da Dank Da Dank nigga nigga) What
Wut Chu smokin nigga?!
(Dank Nigga Dank Da Dank Da Dank nigga nigga) HUH?
We smokin
(Dank Nigga Dank Da Dank Da Dank nigga nigga)

[Chorus till end]

For my bitchs, bad bitchs





Fuck dem hoes





Fuck dem niggas





Fuck you too hoe




Fuck you nigga




I keep a dick in these hoes for my niggas dem

I'm bezold out with gats for my bitchs dem

Straight muttin' these hoes that's for my niggas dem

And if you with me

Then you's a balla'!

I demand respect for my bitchs dem

Neva' lovin' these hoes that's for my niggas dem

I keep you niggas in check that's for my bitchs dem

And if you with me

Then you's a balla'!



They wanna know why niggas like me (like me)

Talkin' bout bitchs in the street

Walk a rock about bitchs don't speak if I say "Hi"

I try to fuck ya

Knowin' damn well you a young dick sucka'

Half dead

Half women, half men

Gay as fuck

Lookin' all toe-up

Like you just had woke up

Mouth smellin' like ass, dick, shit, and through up

Hold up

And this is for my niggas dem

About them raga-dee bitchs cuz I'm sick of them

Home-hoes like Trina going to save your ass

But you a grown ass women bitch baze your ass!





I demand respect for my bitchs dem

Neva' lovin' these hoes that's for my niggas dem

I keep you niggas in check that's for my bitchs dem

And if you with me



Then you's a balla'!

I keep a dick in these hoes for my niggas dem

I'm bezold out with gats for my bitchs dem

Straight muttin' these hoes that's for my niggas dem

And if you with me



Then you's a balla'!




You gots no bucks?

You gets no fuck

You better find you a foot dragon slow mutt

You got big bucks?

You like the trick bucks?

You lookin' for a quick nut and a dick suck?

Nigga please

I been touchin' dem Bees

And I aint stuck on my knees

For no couple of Gz

This game aint nothin' to me

Got niggas stuntin' for me

From the N.Y.C to the Florida keys cuz

Lil' momma I'm real one

Pussy worth a trillion

Pull them V's out nigga stop pillion

Now you still wanna fuck I don't think so

I aint no corduroy bitch I'm a mink coat



I demand respect for my bitchs dem

Neva' lovin' these hoes that's for my niggas dem

I keep you niggas in check that's for my bitchs dem

And if you with me



Then you's a balla'!

I keep a dick in these hoes for my niggas dem

I'm bezold out with gats for my bitchs dem

Straight muttin' these hoes that's for my niggas dem

And if you with me



Then you's a balla'!




Ah! You wanna cheap fuck

Find a cheap hoe for that

You got 10 Gz it takes much more for that

You got 30 grand add 15

I'll pull out the handcuffs and the wiped cream

Cherry's and strawberries we could do big things

Pull the camera out play it on the big screen

Lick your lips you know this pussy taste real great

The realist one, I'm tryin to get it like Kim Gates




Can't no bitch come between me, my flow, my clique

Hoes we pimps we aint pimpin' dicks

And after we fuck you ganna remember this

Wants some up, bling, bald head bitch

I be damned if I pimp ya'll hoes

I'll damage ya'll scandales ass, amateur ass hoes

One pound of cock and one genseen

A fifth of Gen, and bitch and let the beatin begin

I'm your daddy hoe

And bitch I drive a Chevey not a caddie hoe

The king dig-a-ling that is

You cheap bragin' about the head

I wanna see how mean that is



I keep a dick in these hoes for my niggas dem

I'm bezold out with gats for my bitchs dem

Straight muttin' these hoes that's for my niggas dem

And if you with me

Then you's a balla'!

I demand respect for my bitchs dem

Neva' lovin' these hoes that's for my niggas dem

I keep you niggas in check that's for my bitchs dem

And if you with me

Then you's a balla'!




Roc-A-Fella!

Fresh out!

My nigga Gene!

Domings!

My nigga Damarco!

Bein that I'm real I feel you need a man in your life child
Somebody black baldheaded plus buckwild
They call me Trick Daddy dollars
A real woman scholar
If a player's what you want lil mama holla
Don't bother asking your friends about my benz or ends
Unless you plan on me staying in
I get my freak on plus my back's strong
No more sad songs for long girl you daddy's home
I'll be your player

I need a player in my life tonight
somebody that'll treat me right
and just, hold me tight all through the night
I want a player in my life

Yeah, you can play your sex games,
kinky things but still maintain
I'm running game while you giggle off my ghetto slang
I want the best for you
First, nobody stressing you
A good girl, therefore God's been blessing you
So go with your first mind
Get it right the first time
Hang tight, 'cause early on be your worst time
You got me wanting you bad so I been watching you
And while they calling me dad, I'm simply jocking you
clocking you
Watching the threads in your dazzy dukes
Hawking you
Watching you move in your ?baka? suit
Your body too
You'll go get it, therefore you bout it boo
5'3", and I can see what you got for me
Show me some love
Kisses and hugs
Bubble baths in hottubs
Plus baby oil back rubs
You got me heated up
Slow it down, then we can speed it up
Plus, you bringing out the freakinus
Free your mind
Let me and you spend some time
I'm on that sixty and I'm headed for that nasty nine
Come take a ride with me
If I slip, baby slide with me
And you can shift into the ride with me
And glide with me
High to the sky with me
Right here on the side of me


I'll be your player

Chorus
*call me X-rated*

I'll eat your coochie with your legs up
Down your back, up your crack, then I'll blow all in your butt
I'll suck your ass where your drawers crawl
Suck them titties and all
and make you climb the wall
You taste so sweet (ahh)
From your head to your feet
It's my treat
So baby girl just let me eat
and call me freaky deaky 'cause I want to be your servant
And while I'm servin
I'll slap you up with syrup and butter
Average niggaz wouldn't do the things I do
I'm on my knees so please just let me taste you
Shit, my mind's in the gutter,
I'm eatin your butter
Pink eggs and ham,
Girl you taste just like spam
I'll be your player

Bein that I'm real I feel you need a man in your life child
Somebody black baldheaded plus buckwild
They call me Trick Daddy dollars
A real woman scholar
If a player's what you want lil mama holla
Don't bother asking your friends about my benz or ends
Unless you plan on me staying in
I get my freak on plus my back's strong
No more sad songs for long girl you daddy's home
I'll be your player

I need a player in my life tonight
somebody that'll treat me right
and just, hold me tight all through the night
I want a player in my life

Yeah, you can play your sex games,
kinky things but still maintain
I'm running game while you giggle off my ghetto slang
I want the best for you
First, nobody stressing you
A good girl, therefore God's been blessing you
So go with your first mind
Get it right the first time
Hang tight, 'cause early on be your worst time
You got me wanting you bad so I been watching you
And while they calling me dad, I'm simply jocking you
clocking you
Watching the threads in your dazzy dukes
Hawking you
Watching you move in your ?baka? suit
Your body too
You'll go get it, therefore you bout it boo
5'3", and I can see what you got for me
Show me some love
Kisses and hugs
Bubble baths in hottubs
Plus baby oil back rubs
You got me heated up
Slow it down, then we can speed it up
Plus, you bringing out the freakinus
Free your mind
Let me and you spend some time
I'm on that sixty and I'm headed for that nasty nine
Come take a ride with me
If I slip, baby slide with me
And you can shift into the ride with me
And glide with me
High to the sky with me
Right here on the side of me


I'll be your player

Chorus
*call me X-rated*

I'll eat your coochie with your legs up
Down your back, up your crack, then I'll blow all in your butt
I'll suck your ass where your drawers crawl
Suck them titties and all
and make you climb the wall
You taste so sweet (ahh)
From your head to your feet
It's my treat
So baby girl just let me eat
and call me freaky deaky 'cause I want to be your servant
And while I'm servin
I'll slap you up with syrup and butter
Average niggaz wouldn't do the things I do
I'm on my knees so please just let me taste you
Shit, my mind's in the gutter,
I'm eatin your butter
Pink eggs and ham,
Girl you taste just like spam
I'll be your player

Artist: 2pac ft. Trick Daddy
Song: Still Ballin'

(Tupac)

Straight muthafuckin' ballin'
Part two
Still ballin'

Westside...

(Verso 1: Tupac)

Now ever since a nigga was a seed
Only thing promised to me was the penitentiary
Still Ballin'
Ridin' on these niggaz cause the lame
In a 6-1 Chevy still heavy in this game
Can you feel me?
Blame it on my mama I'm a thug nigga
Up before the sunrise quicker than the drug dealers
Tell me if it's on
Nigga then we first to bomb
Bust on these bitch made niggaz hit em' up
WESTSIDE....
Ain't nobody love me as a broke nigga
Finger on the trigger lord forgive me if I smoke niggaz
I love my female strapped
Love fuckin' from the back
I get my currency in stacks
California's where I'm at
RIDEN...
Pass by
While niggaz wonder why
I got shot but didn't die
Let em' see who's next to try
Did I cry, hell nah...
Nigga not a tear shed
For all my homies in the pen many peers dead
Nigga
Still Ballin'

(Chorus: Tupac & Trick Daddy)

(Still ballin')
Until the day I die
(Until I die)
You can bring your crew
(You can bring your crew)
But we remain true
(Yeah)
Muthafuckers still ballin'
(I be ballin')
Niggaz wonder why
(They wonder why)
You can bring your crew
But we remain true
Muthafuckers still ballin'

(Verso 2: Trick Daddy)

Now if you kneel and pray
And hope the lord understand
When he's gone the father become a dangerous man
Ain't crazy or deranged
I'm sad (I'm sad)
But when these kids go to spray him
Boy I don't be playin'
With clienteles
And rhyme sell's
Question is will you fuckin' niggaz ride for real
Huh?
Bitch nigga this is g rated
Plus your homeboy won't make your street game foogazy
I'm elevated to the top of this shit
Done fucked around and put me and Tupac on this bitch
And you can tell em thug life was the reason for this
And I'll ride for any nigga who believe in this shit
Still ballin'

(Chorus: Tupac)

Still Ballin'
Until the day I die
You can bring your crew
But we remain true
Muthafuckers still ballin'
Niggaz wonder why
You can bring your crew
But we remain true
Muthafuckers still ballin'

(Verso 3: Tupac)

Now everybody wanna see us dead
Two murdered on the front page shot to death bullet's to the head
Niggaz holla out my name
And it's similar to rain
Muthafuckers know I'm comin' so they runnin to they graves
WATCH
Swoop down with my nigga from the pound
Cause trick don't give a fuck when you coward niggaz now
Blast
Keep pumpin' ain't worried bout nuttin'
Bustas thought we was frontin'
So we load and keep dumpin'
Still Ballin'

(Chorus Repiteed till the end)

(Trick Daddy)
Thug Life

(Tupac)
Still ballin'
Muthafuckers still ballin'
Straight muthafuckin' ballin'

Give me a chevy tre cheverlet let me ride
half a pill just a hit it gets me high
duce tre esclade that`s my style
t double d thuggin and raw ride or die

I used to be a polo kid
who would of thought of all the stupid
shit that I did
I used to sport it talk about it
that`s the reason why shorty went in the hood
and bought it Mr. Rabbit like a fast
from the past bone jean overalls yall can kiss my ass
thug nigga going back to the basic
and that Iceberg on the curve is thug animated
but first off this is T double
when I hitya with them k cutters
you turn bout three colors
gon and get your big brother I don`t care
I`m dade county major slash player
hold up cuz Mr. Dollar got sold up
time for war now be a boy what`s the hold up
a new candiate for the thug of the year
I`m the ultiment thug the rest of them busta is quitters

Give me a chevy tre cheverlet let me ride
half a pill just a hit it gets me high
duce tre esclade that`s my style
t double d thuggin and raw ride or die

You know it`s your boy R Ross,
the overweight hell of a nigga so pepperlicoius
and we getting it
sitting on serious inches
we dem niggas smoking coco and serious vison
(at the door) bouncers don`t touch us
they know once ounces go up they hold up
and know what
I drink cris let it bubble back
I`m leaning on double stack ready to snap
Trick already know yall ain`t ready for us
we make a way in the club
waving a slug come play with a thug
I can let yall lay in the mud
I battle you partner
a spotter that`s hotter
with a nuff music to wake pac up
keep your glocks up you can`t stop us
true husltler chop doctors knot in pockets
in truly didited or god got us
oh my dream being in da seat
daddy `ll trip daddy on green bitch

Give me a chevy tre cheverlet let me ride
half a pill just a hit it gets me high
duce tre esclade that`s my style
t double d thuggin and raw ride or die

Some of these ho`s think I`m manish
go head ask me were I got my manners
bitch ask your mamie
I slap a bitch in minute
seen it twice already ho I muthafucking mean it
plus d bout big money get honey lauging
that six hundred still running
so what`s the cause mayham or murder
who is the killer shit I`ll kill ya
got money so I`ll make it in court
plus I`ma thug nigga and I`ll never get caught
bout to set up shop pushing caine to rocks
plus my glock gon take this shit on top
this ain`t no muthafucking hang out
we don`t eat shit smoke caine out the same damn house
this is thug life not a citcom
plus we got big guns ready for change now

Give me a chevy tre cheverlet let me ride
half a pill just a hit it gets me high
duce tre esclade that`s my style
t double d thuggin and raw ride or die