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from Jt Money - Pimpin' On Wax (1999)
[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] |
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from Dj Clue? - The Professional 2 (2000)
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! |
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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 |
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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 |
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from 2Pac - Better Dayz (2002)
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' |
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from Undisputed (언디스퓨티드) by Stanley Clarke [ost] (2002)
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 |
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from Trick Daddy - In Da Wind (2002)
Hah, haha
That's just the sound of the Hen'.. True Story.. Buddy Roe.. They say tell the truth, Shane and them (uh-huh) Thank God for the thugs too... see! [Trick Daddy] I'm a ol' sneaky, ol' freaky, ol' geechy-ass nigga Collard green, neckbone-eatin-ass nigga Always wearin my jeans baggy saggy You know Florida, Georgia, South Cakalaky Growed up eatin spam sandwiches Sugar water and mayonnaise sandwich Share the room with bout four mo' brothers But one home for 'em and wattn't no mo' covers A little bad motherfucker (ah-ha) Always rude and always in trouble None of my teachers ain't like me (uh-huh) But make it so bad, Pearl had seven mo' like me If you growed up the way I did You gotsta understand, Trick love the kids (Ooooooohh!) Trick love the kids [Chorus: Cee-Lo] Drop the top and let the sunshine in With the woodgrain, let the twinkies spin Get you a glass, mix the Coke and the Hen' It's quite alright, with the 'dro in the wind, with the 'dro in the wind [Trick Daddy] Cut me a seven-treis Chevy, put dubs on that bitch (uh-huh) Candy apple green, niggaz lovin this shit (lovin this shit) And wait a minute, I'll act a fool Ya don't like how I'm livin? Bitch fuck you (uh-huh) That's right I'm a rude-ass nigga Quick to do you, cut a fool-ass nigga Weighin' in at bout a buck six-five And a nigga can fuck, plus the boy gets live (that's right) You know legs, wings, and short thighs (short thighs) Eat 'em up, beat 'em up, then switch sides [Cee-Lo] Hot whore work her con-con, Valor to the floor He oughta enjoy, with the loaded four-four Be sure and acquire more 'fore ya fuck with mine Disrespect; I'll disconnect ya line With a sick SWAT, when shit's hot, ya get shot The fire, the fury, ya fuck with it not Ya stoppin the grace, get out my space and my - face Fore me and my ace-a lay down the whole place Recognize, this is the verbalize Surprise, fuckin with me wrong way to wise nigga Hoes, clothes, shows, Vogues, golds Big ol' bankrolls, that's all a nigga know Throw yo' elbows, I'm sicker than I suppose Hoes unchose, cuz my jewelry froze You know how it goes, these young niggaz don't want it like this Go off and get yo' gat, to silence the chit-chat, blast! So pass, outlast, bout cash Mo' sicky, talk tricky to the trick like trash Lo realer, a go-rilla, flow for mo' scrilla Come clean, lookin mean, but you ain't no killa! (Oooooooooh!) [Chorus: Cee-Lo] Oooooooooh! Oooooooooh! [repeat Chorus] |
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from Trick Daddy - Thug Holiday (2002)
Turn It up, Because I have something to say ya'll Ya'll pay attention ova there Repersenting Page County You know what I'm saying? Everybody doin songs talking about what they gat and they jewelry and they cars, i want to talk about somethingwe never had shit, be real (Trick Daddy) And there damn sure aint no Santa Clause because, if it was like Santa what happen to Thingsgiving dinner while ya'll was dreaming of a white Christmas I was out chillen wit my niggas out stealin trying to make a living and if I robe for a million I just hope god would forgive me after i spent it on his children See I was born in da struggle 89 stepdaddy's me and my mother and ten others, Lets see thats 3 sisters, 7 brothers all we had was each other and i did cuz I love'm I never seen a flying raindeer so if rudoff called dawg ya'lljust tell him I aint here, and I aint da grinch who like to stillChristmas, but if u pay attenion there a lesson to learn just listin See I beleave dat da children know our future but if u don't rise them right they'll grow up and shoot cha [Chorus]2x 24,7 3,65 aint no christmas in da ghetto just tryin' na stay alive he neva even seem them he never even hear them only HO HO HO, Is da Hoes i know (Trick Daddy) I was born amunch raseism, thats why the police hate me and I cam see it in their faces yeah they wanna give nigga cases and they wanna see me in jail hell they can't wait to take me, wanna hog tie me and take my bar, take me off around Christmas cracker don't make me run If you know the moral to the words of this song, what about the words of Rodney King |
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from Trick Daddy - Thug Holiday (2002)
Turn It up, Because I have something to say ya'll Ya'll pay attention ova there Repersenting Page County You know what I'm saying? Everybody doin songs talking about what they gat and they jewelry and they cars, i want to talk about somethingwe never had shit, be real (Trick Daddy) And there damn sure aint no Santa Clause because, if it was like Santa what happen to Thingsgiving dinner while ya'll was dreaming of a white Christmas I was out chillen wit my niggas out stealin trying to make a living and if I robe for a million I just hope god would forgive me after i spent it on his children See I was born in da struggle 89 stepdaddy's me and my mother and ten others, Lets see thats 3 sisters, 7 brothers all we had was each other and i did cuz I love'm I never seen a flying raindeer so if rudoff called dawg ya'lljust tell him I aint here, and I aint da grinch who like to stillChristmas, but if u pay attenion there a lesson to learn just listin See I beleave dat da children know our future but if u don't rise them right they'll grow up and shoot cha [Chorus]2x 24,7 3,65 aint no christmas in da ghetto just tryin' na stay alive he neva even seem them he never even hear them only HO HO HO, Is da Hoes i know (Trick Daddy) I was born amunch raseism, thats why the police hate me and I cam see it in their faces yeah they wanna give nigga cases and they wanna see me in jail hell they can't wait to take me, wanna hog tie me and take my bar, take me off around Christmas cracker don't make me run If you know the moral to the words of this song, what about the words of Rodney King |
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from Trick Daddy - Thug Holiday (2002)
Turn It up, Because I have something to say ya'll Ya'll pay attention ova there Repersenting Page County You know what I'm saying? Everybody doin songs talking about what they gat and they jewelry and they cars, i want to talk about somethingwe never had shit, be real (Trick Daddy) And there damn sure aint no Santa Clause because, if it was like Santa what happen to Thingsgiving dinner while ya'll was dreaming of a white Christmas I was out chillen wit my niggas out stealin trying to make a living and if I robe for a million I just hope god would forgive me after i spent it on his children See I was born in da struggle 89 stepdaddy's me and my mother and ten others, Lets see thats 3 sisters, 7 brothers all we had was each other and i did cuz I love'm I never seen a flying raindeer so if rudoff called dawg ya'lljust tell him I aint here, and I aint da grinch who like to stillChristmas, but if u pay attenion there a lesson to learn just listin See I beleave dat da children know our future but if u don't rise them right they'll grow up and shoot cha [Chorus]2x 24,7 3,65 aint no christmas in da ghetto just tryin' na stay alive he neva even seem them he never even hear them only HO HO HO, Is da Hoes i know (Trick Daddy) I was born amunch raseism, thats why the police hate me and I cam see it in their faces yeah they wanna give nigga cases and they wanna see me in jail hell they can't wait to take me, wanna hog tie me and take my bar, take me off around Christmas cracker don't make me run If you know the moral to the words of this song, what about the words of Rodney King |
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from Trick Daddy - Thug Holiday (2002)
Turn It up, Because I have something to say ya'll Ya'll pay attention ova there Repersenting Page County You know what I'm saying? Everybody doin songs talking about what they gat and they jewelry and they cars, i want to talk about somethingwe never had shit, be real (Trick Daddy) And there damn sure aint no Santa Clause because, if it was like Santa what happen to Thingsgiving dinner while ya'll was dreaming of a white Christmas I was out chillen wit my niggas out stealin trying to make a living and if I robe for a million I just hope god would forgive me after i spent it on his children See I was born in da struggle 89 stepdaddy's me and my mother and ten others, Lets see thats 3 sisters, 7 brothers all we had was each other and i did cuz I love'm I never seen a flying raindeer so if rudoff called dawg ya'lljust tell him I aint here, and I aint da grinch who like to stillChristmas, but if u pay attenion there a lesson to learn just listin See I beleave dat da children know our future but if u don't rise them right they'll grow up and shoot cha [Chorus]2x 24,7 3,65 aint no christmas in da ghetto just tryin' na stay alive he neva even seem them he never even hear them only HO HO HO, Is da Hoes i know (Trick Daddy) I was born amunch raseism, thats why the police hate me and I cam see it in their faces yeah they wanna give nigga cases and they wanna see me in jail hell they can't wait to take me, wanna hog tie me and take my bar, take me off around Christmas cracker don't make me run If you know the moral to the words of this song, what about the words of Rodney King |
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from Trick Daddy - Thug Holiday (2002)
People gots to have....money Haha (gangsta)
Just like that Haha, my recipe for murda (murda) Couple pounds of brown ,Couple DT`s (Couple DT`s) Fo`or five of them big things they call shoppas See I was raised in the slums But niggas tote guns distribute and run Watch out on the one and one servin` the bomb Niggas talk about Miami but they scared to come Leavin`they family in danger just to play in the sun Nigga, we did what you done and what you talkin` about Like droppin`drugs up out of town and keepin`dope in the house Ain`t give my life to that`cause it`s over and out That`s how it is when you exposed in the south See All I need is big guns on the side of me Bout a half a brick of yay and a pound of weed Straight do or die bitches that`ll die for me How many niggas down to ride with me (Hey, hey) All I need is big guns on the side of me Bout a half a brick of yay and a pound of weed Straight do or die bitches that`ll die for me How many niggas down to ride with me (Hey, hey) The reenactment of my first murda With no remorse and no feelin`s Hell, cuz I ain`t even know this nigga The shit was deep I couldn`t just let it go While I was shootin`bout my money Fruitin`bout my dough,bitch I bust his ass like the last muthafucka Went in with them stunnas, came out with them cuttas, cut up You shoulda seen the muthafucka jumpin`thumpin` Bullet after bullet pumpin` fully after fully You muthafuckas went in bad choppas I still got em, that nigga begged for his life but I still shot him I let him know bitch, this is how I feel bout ya I asked him out but now his momma bout to hear about him I`m from the era of the goodfellas, you know Nigga like Big Ike, Big Nose Bob and Bo Dilly I growed up on the turf watchin` Murph and them Murph dropped the top on the bird, that nigga was hurtin` them I take this shit back to thirties and vogue Let`s see that`s way before them Bama-ass hammers and loaves That`s in the days when the ave was jumpin` Ev`ry nigga was gettin` money, every corner was pumpin` and jumpin` uh,but now we in the new era A new game a different thang and a whole buncha new killas Money, money, money. E`ery time, goddammit I`ll say it e`ery time Betta call us murderers See All I need is big guns on the side of me Bout a half a brick of yay and a pound of weed Straight do or die bitches that`ll die for me How many niggas down to ride with me (Hey, hey) All I need is big guns on the side of me Bout a half a brick of yay and a pound of weed Straight do or die bitches that`ll die for me How many niggas down to ride with me (Hey, hey) The boy think he gettin` payed, jumpin` out Squeezin` AK`s, on the ground they lay That`s how we do this shit in Dade Killer bee`s, snappin` pictures plottin` killin` me Them killed my dogg, hell naw it couldn`t be Gotta straighten this shit, got SK`s with extra clips Holla killer head, and make them bitches flip the script Cut it back to light, fake the left, rip the right Them feel my eyes, these bitches down to die tonight Pull right on the side, raise it up squeeze that thang Went bang, bang till their muh`fuckin` brains hang I live for this, so damn right I kill for this And when I get that feelin`,ain`t gon`be no hit or miss See All I need is big guns on the side of me Bout a half a brick of yay and a pound of weed Straight do or die bitches that`ll die for me How many niggas down to ride with me (Hey, hey) All I need is big guns on the side of me Bout a half a brick of yay and a pound of weed Straight do or die bitches that`ll die for me How many niggas down to ride with me (Hey, hey) |
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from Trick Daddy - Thug Holiday (2002)
People gots to have....money Haha (gangsta)
Just like that Haha, my recipe for murda (murda) Couple pounds of brown ,Couple DT`s (Couple DT`s) Fo`or five of them big things they call shoppas See I was raised in the slums But niggas tote guns distribute and run Watch out on the one and one servin` the bomb Niggas talk about Miami but they scared to come Leavin`they family in danger just to play in the sun Nigga, we did what you done and what you talkin` about Like droppin`drugs up out of town and keepin`dope in the house Ain`t give my life to that`cause it`s over and out That`s how it is when you exposed in the south See All I need is big guns on the side of me Bout a half a brick of yay and a pound of weed Straight do or die bitches that`ll die for me How many niggas down to ride with me (Hey, hey) All I need is big guns on the side of me Bout a half a brick of yay and a pound of weed Straight do or die bitches that`ll die for me How many niggas down to ride with me (Hey, hey) The reenactment of my first murda With no remorse and no feelin`s Hell, cuz I ain`t even know this nigga The shit was deep I couldn`t just let it go While I was shootin`bout my money Fruitin`bout my dough,bitch I bust his ass like the last muthafucka Went in with them stunnas, came out with them cuttas, cut up You shoulda seen the muthafucka jumpin`thumpin` Bullet after bullet pumpin` fully after fully You muthafuckas went in bad choppas I still got em, that nigga begged for his life but I still shot him I let him know bitch, this is how I feel bout ya I asked him out but now his momma bout to hear about him I`m from the era of the goodfellas, you know Nigga like Big Ike, Big Nose Bob and Bo Dilly I growed up on the turf watchin` Murph and them Murph dropped the top on the bird, that nigga was hurtin` them I take this shit back to thirties and vogue Let`s see that`s way before them Bama-ass hammers and loaves That`s in the days when the ave was jumpin` Ev`ry nigga was gettin` money, every corner was pumpin` and jumpin` uh,but now we in the new era A new game a different thang and a whole buncha new killas Money, money, money. E`ery time, goddammit I`ll say it e`ery time Betta call us murderers See All I need is big guns on the side of me Bout a half a brick of yay and a pound of weed Straight do or die bitches that`ll die for me How many niggas down to ride with me (Hey, hey) All I need is big guns on the side of me Bout a half a brick of yay and a pound of weed Straight do or die bitches that`ll die for me How many niggas down to ride with me (Hey, hey) The boy think he gettin` payed, jumpin` out Squeezin` AK`s, on the ground they lay That`s how we do this shit in Dade Killer bee`s, snappin` pictures plottin` killin` me Them killed my dogg, hell naw it couldn`t be Gotta straighten this shit, got SK`s with extra clips Holla killer head, and make them bitches flip the script Cut it back to light, fake the left, rip the right Them feel my eyes, these bitches down to die tonight Pull right on the side, raise it up squeeze that thang Went bang, bang till their muh`fuckin` brains hang I live for this, so damn right I kill for this And when I get that feelin`,ain`t gon`be no hit or miss See All I need is big guns on the side of me Bout a half a brick of yay and a pound of weed Straight do or die bitches that`ll die for me How many niggas down to ride with me (Hey, hey) All I need is big guns on the side of me Bout a half a brick of yay and a pound of weed Straight do or die bitches that`ll die for me How many niggas down to ride with me (Hey, hey) |
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from Trick Daddy - Thug Holiday (2002)
Bitch I′ll kill ya, fo′ night
(Hook x2) I′m goin′ all way out bout mine Best in a biscuit shot bout mine Hoes get slapped in the mouth bout mine Prices stay the same and they drop bout mine (Verse 1, Money Mark) You f**ks with T Double D then you f**ks with we Now you runnin′ round duckin′ me Young nigga with a AK better than Ananda Lee I send them killers where ya mama be I be Money M to the izzay, R to the kizzay Come through choppin′ ya block I don′t plizzay Got dolo for the low, then hit the 2 Way Peace to Uncle Lisle I miss him everyday, hey Love dough and love to hate hoes Love to pull nigga bout mine lil′ nose Nigga tryna hold me back, I′m throwin′ ′bows I′m a treal ass nigga, that′s how shit goes (Rick Ross) You can never f**k with me, I′ll just flow harder CL 6 sittin′ low on those (?) I′m a Philly man, but I don′t blow garbage Got sweet dick, most of these hoes got it Ain′t no love, you see how the Feds do us Wanna eat like rust and some for tear Lucas Haul that blunt to a nigga share mucas Body on ′em so what, look up we had shooters (?) Take all tinted route Hand guns, razor blades comin′ out of the mouth Borderline rapper, come see me but twin 49 rapper It′s more to mine rapper Saw that rhyme after, yeah, got the right gat Eat with the 2 Way they scared to write back Lay niggas down like this? No like ′dat No whoever ran, make ′em come back like crack (Duece Poppi) You better worry bout you, don′t worry bout me I pop three, out the drop-e I smoke brocoli, you know we got D Duece Poppi and T Double D We got them AK shells and they hot as hell Crackin′ back to the white meat like lobster tails Poppin shells, quick to crack your breastbone Tore his head off ′cause he had his vest on 12 gauge, shoot ten times for haters Niggas curlin′ up like activators Fake ass thugs, stop with them lies You ain′t rapped like that when Tupac was alive (Hook x2) (Verse 2, Mystic) I′m not gonna f**k with you nigga, ′cause I don′t know you my nigga So don′t you f**k with me or my dogs Nigga I′m for real about mine, and my dogs ready to kill bout mine I chill, smoke crip and send orders Off all those po-po′s and armed forces, f**k ′em They don′t wanna see me fly, I don′t trust ′em They probably wanna see me die, that why Hold the fire, and keep it closed and keep an open eye For them haters and hoes, ′cause I don′t play about mine Goin′ deep, pray about mine Know baby had to spray about mine, AK about mine F**k that you′ve been warned too many times How you feel bout yours, nigga I′m ten times worse You gettin′ revenge but nigga mine will get you cursed So please don′t f**k around with me ′Cause my dogs will bust around at he Whoever obsessed, me boy, don′t test me boy Touch me, my dog′ll wetcha boy (Trick Daddy) Most niggas get rich, get goats I went out and got guns, united my folks (my folks) Pour it out for the ones we lost, now bitch Throw it up ′fore I blow it up You ain′t know I was a G muthaf**ka You don′t really wanna see me muthaf**ka I′m a thug nigga, fo′ life Bitch I′ll kill ya, fo′ night I′m goin′ all way out bout mine Best in a biscuit shot bout mine Hoes get slapped in the mouth bout mine Prices stay the same and they drop bout mine Runnin′ in your grandmami house bout mine I ain′t slippin′, I got my nine Plus Duece got his, you better think twice bitch ′cause you got kids Plus, I know what you did, add that to the fact I know where you live Thug life and you know how it is Shit don′t stop till a nigga get killed (killed, killed, killed, get killed) (Hook x2) |
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from Trick Daddy - Thug Holiday (2002)
Bitch I′ll kill ya, fo′ night
(Hook x2) I′m goin′ all way out bout mine Best in a biscuit shot bout mine Hoes get slapped in the mouth bout mine Prices stay the same and they drop bout mine (Verse 1, Money Mark) You f**ks with T Double D then you f**ks with we Now you runnin′ round duckin′ me Young nigga with a AK better than Ananda Lee I send them killers where ya mama be I be Money M to the izzay, R to the kizzay Come through choppin′ ya block I don′t plizzay Got dolo for the low, then hit the 2 Way Peace to Uncle Lisle I miss him everyday, hey Love dough and love to hate hoes Love to pull nigga bout mine lil′ nose Nigga tryna hold me back, I′m throwin′ ′bows I′m a treal ass nigga, that′s how shit goes (Rick Ross) You can never f**k with me, I′ll just flow harder CL 6 sittin′ low on those (?) I′m a Philly man, but I don′t blow garbage Got sweet dick, most of these hoes got it Ain′t no love, you see how the Feds do us Wanna eat like rust and some for tear Lucas Haul that blunt to a nigga share mucas Body on ′em so what, look up we had shooters (?) Take all tinted route Hand guns, razor blades comin′ out of the mouth Borderline rapper, come see me but twin 49 rapper It′s more to mine rapper Saw that rhyme after, yeah, got the right gat Eat with the 2 Way they scared to write back Lay niggas down like this? No like ′dat No whoever ran, make ′em come back like crack (Duece Poppi) You better worry bout you, don′t worry bout me I pop three, out the drop-e I smoke brocoli, you know we got D Duece Poppi and T Double D We got them AK shells and they hot as hell Crackin′ back to the white meat like lobster tails Poppin shells, quick to crack your breastbone Tore his head off ′cause he had his vest on 12 gauge, shoot ten times for haters Niggas curlin′ up like activators Fake ass thugs, stop with them lies You ain′t rapped like that when Tupac was alive (Hook x2) (Verse 2, Mystic) I′m not gonna f**k with you nigga, ′cause I don′t know you my nigga So don′t you f**k with me or my dogs Nigga I′m for real about mine, and my dogs ready to kill bout mine I chill, smoke crip and send orders Off all those po-po′s and armed forces, f**k ′em They don′t wanna see me fly, I don′t trust ′em They probably wanna see me die, that why Hold the fire, and keep it closed and keep an open eye For them haters and hoes, ′cause I don′t play about mine Goin′ deep, pray about mine Know baby had to spray about mine, AK about mine F**k that you′ve been warned too many times How you feel bout yours, nigga I′m ten times worse You gettin′ revenge but nigga mine will get you cursed So please don′t f**k around with me ′Cause my dogs will bust around at he Whoever obsessed, me boy, don′t test me boy Touch me, my dog′ll wetcha boy (Trick Daddy) Most niggas get rich, get goats I went out and got guns, united my folks (my folks) Pour it out for the ones we lost, now bitch Throw it up ′fore I blow it up You ain′t know I was a G muthaf**ka You don′t really wanna see me muthaf**ka I′m a thug nigga, fo′ life Bitch I′ll kill ya, fo′ night I′m goin′ all way out bout mine Best in a biscuit shot bout mine Hoes get slapped in the mouth bout mine Prices stay the same and they drop bout mine Runnin′ in your grandmami house bout mine I ain′t slippin′, I got my nine Plus Duece got his, you better think twice bitch ′cause you got kids Plus, I know what you did, add that to the fact I know where you live Thug life and you know how it is Shit don′t stop till a nigga get killed (killed, killed, killed, get killed) (Hook x2) |
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from Trick Daddy - Thug Holiday (2002)
And the winner is, Trick Diesel Facemob
My nigga Baby, ha ha Gangsta, gangsta, gangsta You know me, `T` double, you know I`m a G Cuz I keeps it gangsta, gangsta, gangsta gangsta, gangsta than a motherfucker But it was like you, you a pussy nigga But I keeps it gangsta, gangsta, gangsta gangsta, gangsta than a motherfucker Went to a eight ball from a dime piece Ship dat, flip dat, bought a nine piece in five weeks Shit lookin` good but I think slammin` Me and my dawg passed up bought a block and a half Sellin` O`s or betta clockin a fag Bout four, five slugs and we was bustin` they ass Gotta keep my bread in a safe place We up with my hitchens in undisclosed locations Hey yo I got the llello, you got the money Try nothin` funny and I don`t buy dummies Every ounce betta bounce back And every brick that I break up It all betta flake up And when that shit hit the waters Shit go to ballin` That dope all betta fall in I bought coke back on 84 Back when wood used to get them bricks from the Birdo And when I hit him I want to hurt him And on cutlass I wanna hit it They ass gon` feel it You know me, `T` double, you know I`m a G Cuz I keeps it gangsta, gangsta, gangsta gangsta, gangsta than a motherfucker But it was like you, you a pussy nigga But I keeps it gangsta, gangsta, gangsta gangsta, gangsta than a motherfucker Ay Ay, It`s the kid wit the bricks taped up in the grill Mmmm Hmmmm Cadillac that is Wit that rag top bubbly E class burnin` rubber You the number 1 stunna ma show a lil somthin` Ay, ay roll a lil somethin`Mmm Hmm blow a lil somethin` I got them thangs for a lil nothin` If you got a lil money I`ma throw a lil somethin` Bump this nigga Mmmm Hmmmm fuck you nigga We aint from `round here dumpin` on niggas But ay Trick Daddy battle up for this nigga Well let me get to my hustle (hustle) I got bricks, grams, and bundles (bundles) I got ki`s in the muffler Birdman daddy CMB motherfucker You know me, `T` double, you know I`m a G Cuz I keeps it gangsta, gangsta, gangsta gangsta, gangsta than a motherfucker But it was like you, you a pussy nigga But I keeps it gangsta, gangsta, gangsta gangsta, gangsta than a motherfucker Face mob, right back at ya With O`s like cookies I flip like spatulas 99.9 of the time I`m on the grind Bricked up and breakin` em down I got to admit the dope game gravy 3 zippers balled up you bring back 80 You learn to swell you might see double Remember you can`t sell bubble So here it is fool I play the game where its no rules Givin` you lessons from the old school You don`t get high off your own supply And when a motherfucker cross you make sure he die Make the next man know he got to think about the payback This shit go deeper than me rapping or me say that Ask my nigga Trick Daddy, ask my nigga Baby Been like that since the early 80`s You know me, `T` double, you know I`m a G Cuz I keeps it gangsta, gangsta, gangsta gangsta, gangsta than a motherfucker But it was like you, you a pussy nigga But I keeps it gangsta, gangsta, gangsta gangsta, gangsta than a motherfucker |
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from Trick Daddy - Thug Holiday (2002)
And the winner is, Trick Diesel Facemob
My nigga Baby, ha ha Gangsta, gangsta, gangsta You know me, `T` double, you know I`m a G Cuz I keeps it gangsta, gangsta, gangsta gangsta, gangsta than a motherfucker But it was like you, you a pussy nigga But I keeps it gangsta, gangsta, gangsta gangsta, gangsta than a motherfucker Went to a eight ball from a dime piece Ship dat, flip dat, bought a nine piece in five weeks Shit lookin` good but I think slammin` Me and my dawg passed up bought a block and a half Sellin` O`s or betta clockin a fag Bout four, five slugs and we was bustin` they ass Gotta keep my bread in a safe place We up with my hitchens in undisclosed locations Hey yo I got the llello, you got the money Try nothin` funny and I don`t buy dummies Every ounce betta bounce back And every brick that I break up It all betta flake up And when that shit hit the waters Shit go to ballin` That dope all betta fall in I bought coke back on 84 Back when wood used to get them bricks from the Birdo And when I hit him I want to hurt him And on cutlass I wanna hit it They ass gon` feel it You know me, `T` double, you know I`m a G Cuz I keeps it gangsta, gangsta, gangsta gangsta, gangsta than a motherfucker But it was like you, you a pussy nigga But I keeps it gangsta, gangsta, gangsta gangsta, gangsta than a motherfucker Ay Ay, It`s the kid wit the bricks taped up in the grill Mmmm Hmmmm Cadillac that is Wit that rag top bubbly E class burnin` rubber You the number 1 stunna ma show a lil somthin` Ay, ay roll a lil somethin`Mmm Hmm blow a lil somethin` I got them thangs for a lil nothin` If you got a lil money I`ma throw a lil somethin` Bump this nigga Mmmm Hmmmm fuck you nigga We aint from `round here dumpin` on niggas But ay Trick Daddy battle up for this nigga Well let me get to my hustle (hustle) I got bricks, grams, and bundles (bundles) I got ki`s in the muffler Birdman daddy CMB motherfucker You know me, `T` double, you know I`m a G Cuz I keeps it gangsta, gangsta, gangsta gangsta, gangsta than a motherfucker But it was like you, you a pussy nigga But I keeps it gangsta, gangsta, gangsta gangsta, gangsta than a motherfucker Face mob, right back at ya With O`s like cookies I flip like spatulas 99.9 of the time I`m on the grind Bricked up and breakin` em down I got to admit the dope game gravy 3 zippers balled up you bring back 80 You learn to swell you might see double Remember you can`t sell bubble So here it is fool I play the game where its no rules Givin` you lessons from the old school You don`t get high off your own supply And when a motherfucker cross you make sure he die Make the next man know he got to think about the payback This shit go deeper than me rapping or me say that Ask my nigga Trick Daddy, ask my nigga Baby Been like that since the early 80`s You know me, `T` double, you know I`m a G Cuz I keeps it gangsta, gangsta, gangsta gangsta, gangsta than a motherfucker But it was like you, you a pussy nigga But I keeps it gangsta, gangsta, gangsta gangsta, gangsta than a motherfucker |
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from Trick Daddy - Thug Holiday (2002)
Another anthem for the thugs
Dade County's finest [Intro] Look what God done gave me Look what God done done And even though I'm thuggin' God been good to me [Verse 1] On everything I love, I'm a thug I done considered a change but what for (What for?) Alla my homies in pen fields I can't be lying to them, if I'm ridin' for them I gotta tell 'em how it really is Alotta things done changed since last year Nope the crib and the same no more And these young niggas don't respect the game no more They don't see your name no more They doin' they own lil' thangs though Committin' sins, they know they get hanged for But nigga God is straight, for as long as you keepin' it straight Keep believin' in him and you'll be leavin' with him So in Jesus' name I pray for better thangs If you help me Lord my heart'll never change And y'all pray wit me Huh, huh-huh 'Fore they come get me and then come get cha [Hook] Look what God done gave me Look what God done done And even though I'm thuggin' God been good to me, good to me Look at all my money Look at all I've done And even though I'm thuggin' God been good to me, good to me [Verse 2] I could've been Asian, Bohemian Puertorican, Jamaican Could've been Cuban, Columbian or Haitian Could've been Japanese, Chinese or Guayanese Could've been from overseas or the West Indies Could've been anything but God made me black Could've had anything but God gave me stacks While he was givin' me that he said remember you're black Whatever you spend on your momma I be gettin' it back So as you see, a |
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from Trick Daddy - Thug Holiday (2002)
Another anthem for the thugs
Dade County's finest [Intro] Look what God done gave me Look what God done done And even though I'm thuggin' God been good to me [Verse 1] On everything I love, I'm a thug I done considered a change but what for (What for?) Alla my homies in pen fields I can't be lying to them, if I'm ridin' for them I gotta tell 'em how it really is Alotta things done changed since last year Nope the crib and the same no more And these young niggas don't respect the game no more They don't see your name no more They doin' they own lil' thangs though Committin' sins, they know they get hanged for But nigga God is straight, for as long as you keepin' it straight Keep believin' in him and you'll be leavin' with him So in Jesus' name I pray for better thangs If you help me Lord my heart'll never change And y'all pray wit me Huh, huh-huh 'Fore they come get me and then come get cha [Hook] Look what God done gave me Look what God done done And even though I'm thuggin' God been good to me, good to me Look at all my money Look at all I've done And even though I'm thuggin' God been good to me, good to me [Verse 2] I could've been Asian, Bohemian Puertorican, Jamaican Could've been Cuban, Columbian or Haitian Could've been Japanese, Chinese or Guayanese Could've been from overseas or the West Indies Could've been anything but God made me black Could've had anything but God gave me stacks While he was givin' me that he said remember you're black Whatever you spend on your momma I be gettin' it back So as you see, a |
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from Trick Daddy - Thug Holiday (2002)
Hah, haha
That's just the sound of the Hen'.. True Story.. Buddy Roe.. They say tell the truth, Shane and them (uh-huh) Thank God for the thugs too... see! [Trick Daddy] I'm a ol' sneaky, ol' freaky, ol' geechy-ass nigga Collard green, neckbone-eatin-ass nigga Always wearin my jeans baggy saggy You know Florida, Georgia, South Cakalaky Growed up eatin spam sandwiches Sugar water and mayonnaise sandwich Share the room with bout four mo' brothers But one home for 'em and wattn't no mo' covers A little bad motherfucker (ah-ha) Always rude and always in trouble None of my teachers ain't like me (uh-huh) But make it so bad, Pearl had seven mo' like me If you growed up the way I did You gotsta understand, Trick love the kids (Ooooooohh!) Trick love the kids [Chorus: Cee-Lo] Drop the top and let the sunshine in With the woodgrain, let the twinkies spin Get you a glass, mix the Coke and the Hen' It's quite alright, with the 'dro in the wind, with the 'dro in the wind [Trick Daddy] Cut me a seven-treis Chevy, put dubs on that bitch (uh-huh) Candy apple green, niggaz lovin this shit (lovin this shit) And wait a minute, I'll act a fool Ya don't like how I'm livin? Bitch fuck you (uh-huh) That's right I'm a rude-ass nigga Quick to do you, cut a fool-ass nigga Weighin' in at bout a buck six-five And a nigga can fuck, plus the boy gets live (that's right) You know legs, wings, and short thighs (short thighs) Eat 'em up, beat 'em up, then switch sides [Cee-Lo] Hot whore work her con-con, Valor to the floor He oughta enjoy, with the loaded four-four Be sure and acquire more 'fore ya fuck with mine Disrespect; I'll disconnect ya line With a sick SWAT, when shit's hot, ya get shot The fire, the fury, ya fuck with it not Ya stoppin the grace, get out my space and my - face Fore me and my ace-a lay down the whole place Recognize, this is the verbalize Surprise, fuckin with me wrong way to wise nigga Hoes, clothes, shows, Vogues, golds Big ol' bankrolls, that's all a nigga know Throw yo' elbows, I'm sicker than I suppose Hoes unchose, cuz my jewelry froze You know how it goes, these young niggaz don't want it like this Go off and get yo' gat, to silence the chit-chat, blast! So pass, outlast, bout cash Mo' sicky, talk tricky to the trick like trash Lo realer, a go-rilla, flow for mo' scrilla Come clean, lookin mean, but you ain't no killa! (Oooooooooh!) [Chorus: Cee-Lo] Oooooooooh! Oooooooooh! [repeat Chorus] |
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from Trick Daddy - Thug Holiday (2002)
Hah, haha
That's just the sound of the Hen'.. True Story.. Buddy Roe.. They say tell the truth, Shane and them (uh-huh) Thank God for the thugs too... see! [Trick Daddy] I'm a ol' sneaky, ol' freaky, ol' geechy-ass nigga Collard green, neckbone-eatin-ass nigga Always wearin my jeans baggy saggy You know Florida, Georgia, South Cakalaky Growed up eatin spam sandwiches Sugar water and mayonnaise sandwich Share the room with bout four mo' brothers But one home for 'em and wattn't no mo' covers A little bad motherfucker (ah-ha) Always rude and always in trouble None of my teachers ain't like me (uh-huh) But make it so bad, Pearl had seven mo' like me If you growed up the way I did You gotsta understand, Trick love the kids (Ooooooohh!) Trick love the kids [Chorus: Cee-Lo] Drop the top and let the sunshine in With the woodgrain, let the twinkies spin Get you a glass, mix the Coke and the Hen' It's quite alright, with the 'dro in the wind, with the 'dro in the wind [Trick Daddy] Cut me a seven-treis Chevy, put dubs on that bitch (uh-huh) Candy apple green, niggaz lovin this shit (lovin this shit) And wait a minute, I'll act a fool Ya don't like how I'm livin? Bitch fuck you (uh-huh) That's right I'm a rude-ass nigga Quick to do you, cut a fool-ass nigga Weighin' in at bout a buck six-five And a nigga can fuck, plus the boy gets live (that's right) You know legs, wings, and short thighs (short thighs) Eat 'em up, beat 'em up, then switch sides [Cee-Lo] Hot whore work her con-con, Valor to the floor He oughta enjoy, with the loaded four-four Be sure and acquire more 'fore ya fuck with mine Disrespect; I'll disconnect ya line With a sick SWAT, when shit's hot, ya get shot The fire, the fury, ya fuck with it not Ya stoppin the grace, get out my space and my - face Fore me and my ace-a lay down the whole place Recognize, this is the verbalize Surprise, fuckin with me wrong way to wise nigga Hoes, clothes, shows, Vogues, golds Big ol' bankrolls, that's all a nigga know Throw yo' elbows, I'm sicker than I suppose Hoes unchose, cuz my jewelry froze You know how it goes, these young niggaz don't want it like this Go off and get yo' gat, to silence the chit-chat, blast! So pass, outlast, bout cash Mo' sicky, talk tricky to the trick like trash Lo realer, a go-rilla, flow for mo' scrilla Come clean, lookin mean, but you ain't no killa! (Oooooooooh!) [Chorus: Cee-Lo] Oooooooooh! Oooooooooh! [repeat Chorus] |
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from Trick Daddy - Thug Holiday (2002)
Hah, haha
That's just the sound of the Hen'.. True Story.. Buddy Roe.. They say tell the truth, Shane and them (uh-huh) Thank God for the thugs too... see! [Trick Daddy] I'm a ol' sneaky, ol' freaky, ol' geechy-ass nigga Collard green, neckbone-eatin-ass nigga Always wearin my jeans baggy saggy You know Florida, Georgia, South Cakalaky Growed up eatin spam sandwiches Sugar water and mayonnaise sandwich Share the room with bout four mo' brothers But one home for 'em and wattn't no mo' covers A little bad motherfucker (ah-ha) Always rude and always in trouble None of my teachers ain't like me (uh-huh) But make it so bad, Pearl had seven mo' like me If you growed up the way I did You gotsta understand, Trick love the kids (Ooooooohh!) Trick love the kids [Chorus: Cee-Lo] Drop the top and let the sunshine in With the woodgrain, let the twinkies spin Get you a glass, mix the Coke and the Hen' It's quite alright, with the 'dro in the wind, with the 'dro in the wind [Trick Daddy] Cut me a seven-treis Chevy, put dubs on that bitch (uh-huh) Candy apple green, niggaz lovin this shit (lovin this shit) And wait a minute, I'll act a fool Ya don't like how I'm livin? Bitch fuck you (uh-huh) That's right I'm a rude-ass nigga Quick to do you, cut a fool-ass nigga Weighin' in at bout a buck six-five And a nigga can fuck, plus the boy gets live (that's right) You know legs, wings, and short thighs (short thighs) Eat 'em up, beat 'em up, then switch sides [Cee-Lo] Hot whore work her con-con, Valor to the floor He oughta enjoy, with the loaded four-four Be sure and acquire more 'fore ya fuck with mine Disrespect; I'll disconnect ya line With a sick SWAT, when shit's hot, ya get shot The fire, the fury, ya fuck with it not Ya stoppin the grace, get out my space and my - face Fore me and my ace-a lay down the whole place Recognize, this is the verbalize Surprise, fuckin with me wrong way to wise nigga Hoes, clothes, shows, Vogues, golds Big ol' bankrolls, that's all a nigga know Throw yo' elbows, I'm sicker than I suppose Hoes unchose, cuz my jewelry froze You know how it goes, these young niggaz don't want it like this Go off and get yo' gat, to silence the chit-chat, blast! So pass, outlast, bout cash Mo' sicky, talk tricky to the trick like trash Lo realer, a go-rilla, flow for mo' scrilla Come clean, lookin mean, but you ain't no killa! (Oooooooooh!) [Chorus: Cee-Lo] Oooooooooh! Oooooooooh! [repeat Chorus] |
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from Trick Daddy - Thug Holiday (2002)
Hah, haha
That's just the sound of the Hen'.. True Story.. Buddy Roe.. They say tell the truth, Shane and them (uh-huh) Thank God for the thugs too... see! [Trick Daddy] I'm a ol' sneaky, ol' freaky, ol' geechy-ass nigga Collard green, neckbone-eatin-ass nigga Always wearin my jeans baggy saggy You know Florida, Georgia, South Cakalaky Growed up eatin spam sandwiches Sugar water and mayonnaise sandwich Share the room with bout four mo' brothers But one home for 'em and wattn't no mo' covers A little bad motherfucker (ah-ha) Always rude and always in trouble None of my teachers ain't like me (uh-huh) But make it so bad, Pearl had seven mo' like me If you growed up the way I did You gotsta understand, Trick love the kids (Ooooooohh!) Trick love the kids [Chorus: Cee-Lo] Drop the top and let the sunshine in With the woodgrain, let the twinkies spin Get you a glass, mix the Coke and the Hen' It's quite alright, with the 'dro in the wind, with the 'dro in the wind [Trick Daddy] Cut me a seven-treis Chevy, put dubs on that bitch (uh-huh) Candy apple green, niggaz lovin this shit (lovin this shit) And wait a minute, I'll act a fool Ya don't like how I'm livin? Bitch fuck you (uh-huh) That's right I'm a rude-ass nigga Quick to do you, cut a fool-ass nigga Weighin' in at bout a buck six-five And a nigga can fuck, plus the boy gets live (that's right) You know legs, wings, and short thighs (short thighs) Eat 'em up, beat 'em up, then switch sides [Cee-Lo] Hot whore work her con-con, Valor to the floor He oughta enjoy, with the loaded four-four Be sure and acquire more 'fore ya fuck with mine Disrespect; I'll disconnect ya line With a sick SWAT, when shit's hot, ya get shot The fire, the fury, ya fuck with it not Ya stoppin the grace, get out my space and my - face Fore me and my ace-a lay down the whole place Recognize, this is the verbalize Surprise, fuckin with me wrong way to wise nigga Hoes, clothes, shows, Vogues, golds Big ol' bankrolls, that's all a nigga know Throw yo' elbows, I'm sicker than I suppose Hoes unchose, cuz my jewelry froze You know how it goes, these young niggaz don't want it like this Go off and get yo' gat, to silence the chit-chat, blast! So pass, outlast, bout cash Mo' sicky, talk tricky to the trick like trash Lo realer, a go-rilla, flow for mo' scrilla Come clean, lookin mean, but you ain't no killa! (Oooooooooh!) [Chorus: Cee-Lo] Oooooooooh! Oooooooooh! [repeat Chorus] |
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from Trick Daddy - Thug Holiday (2002)
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 |
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from Trick Daddy - Thug Holiday (2002)
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 |
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from Trick Daddy - Thug Holiday (2002)
I ain`t really here to play no games girl
You already know my name yeah Freaky deaky cause it ain`t no thang yeah B-ba-da-da-da-da I ain`t really here to play no games girl You already know my name yeah Freaky deaky cause it ain`t no thang yeah B-ba-da-da-da-da You see the part of making busta ass niggas you been fucking with Always busting shit, but never talking shit Any of us tell you don`t think that a playa did it And made you wear the life is more than a hell didn`t it Boy I tell you, and that`s the deal with them real niggas And stay far away from fuck niggas Don`t be a sucka at least not for nothing are you Sucking and fucking, a bitch better have something I need something that`s compatible Not nothing young and dumb and full of cum but wanna letable I better, nigga like T Double, get it wetter Suck her fuck her better than the average nigga I need a girl that`s into trying thangs So I can put her into my frame, and land in the mind game I know she`s a mama girl and I`m a street nigga Once we get together, I bet you she`ll sleep better I ain`t really here to play no games girl You already know my name yeah Freaky deaky cause it ain`t no thang yeah B-ba-da-da-da-da I ain`t really here to play no games girl You already know my name yeah Freaky deaky cause it ain`t no thang yeah B-ba-da-da-da-da Baby girl it`s better to keep it thugged out Ain`t nothing like it when you, scratching and biting only gets me excited She like, T Double why you fucking with me I done came three times and you still sucking on the first titty I`m like girl you better work it better Like the full moon in June but pretty soon I`ll be hurting it Now turn around, let me calm you down We go up and down, real niggas puts it down I`m getting aquainted with the clitoris I keep my hands to my sides, while I slowly spread the lips I eats it up, `fore I beats it up The first quarter slow motion, second half, speed it up Plus she already owe me one, she like Nevermind, but this time we 69ing I need my dick sucked C.O.D. This is T Double D I get my dick sucked O.D.P. I ain`t really here to play no games girl You already know my name yeah Freaky deaky cause it ain`t no thang yeah B-ba-da-da-da-da I ain`t really here to play no games girl You already know my name yeah Freaky deaky cause it ain`t no thang yeah B-ba-da-da-da-da Being that I`m missing you, been having fantasies of kissing you I get the picture, I piss you but what I`m suppose to do Or could it be that I`m falling in love Or a possibility I`m way too far for a thug I`ll never tease you, I`m here to please you And baby girl believe it, girl I`ll never leave you I`ll be your freaky deaky lover man Making love forever trying all the god damn numbers When we, rubbing and touching eachother Oh my god it`s getting hard and you getting wetter and wetter It`s getting better and better, wish it could last forever But never never, nothing I ain`t worried girl I ain`t really here to play no games girl You already know my name yeah Freaky deaky cause it ain`t no thang yeah B-ba-da-da-da-da(*반복) |
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from Trick Daddy - Thug Holiday (2002)
I ain`t really here to play no games girl
You already know my name yeah Freaky deaky cause it ain`t no thang yeah B-ba-da-da-da-da I ain`t really here to play no games girl You already know my name yeah Freaky deaky cause it ain`t no thang yeah B-ba-da-da-da-da You see the part of making busta ass niggas you been fucking with Always busting shit, but never talking shit Any of us tell you don`t think that a playa did it And made you wear the life is more than a hell didn`t it Boy I tell you, and that`s the deal with them real niggas And stay far away from fuck niggas Don`t be a sucka at least not for nothing are you Sucking and fucking, a bitch better have something I need something that`s compatible Not nothing young and dumb and full of cum but wanna letable I better, nigga like T Double, get it wetter Suck her fuck her better than the average nigga I need a girl that`s into trying thangs So I can put her into my frame, and land in the mind game I know she`s a mama girl and I`m a street nigga Once we get together, I bet you she`ll sleep better I ain`t really here to play no games girl You already know my name yeah Freaky deaky cause it ain`t no thang yeah B-ba-da-da-da-da I ain`t really here to play no games girl You already know my name yeah Freaky deaky cause it ain`t no thang yeah B-ba-da-da-da-da Baby girl it`s better to keep it thugged out Ain`t nothing like it when you, scratching and biting only gets me excited She like, T Double why you fucking with me I done came three times and you still sucking on the first titty I`m like girl you better work it better Like the full moon in June but pretty soon I`ll be hurting it Now turn around, let me calm you down We go up and down, real niggas puts it down I`m getting aquainted with the clitoris I keep my hands to my sides, while I slowly spread the lips I eats it up, `fore I beats it up The first quarter slow motion, second half, speed it up Plus she already owe me one, she like Nevermind, but this time we 69ing I need my dick sucked C.O.D. This is T Double D I get my dick sucked O.D.P. I ain`t really here to play no games girl You already know my name yeah Freaky deaky cause it ain`t no thang yeah B-ba-da-da-da-da I ain`t really here to play no games girl You already know my name yeah Freaky deaky cause it ain`t no thang yeah B-ba-da-da-da-da Being that I`m missing you, been having fantasies of kissing you I get the picture, I piss you but what I`m suppose to do Or could it be that I`m falling in love Or a possibility I`m way too far for a thug I`ll never tease you, I`m here to please you And baby girl believe it, girl I`ll never leave you I`ll be your freaky deaky lover man Making love forever trying all the god damn numbers When we, rubbing and touching eachother Oh my god it`s getting hard and you getting wetter and wetter It`s getting better and better, wish it could last forever But never never, nothing I ain`t worried girl I ain`t really here to play no games girl You already know my name yeah Freaky deaky cause it ain`t no thang yeah B-ba-da-da-da-da(*반복) |
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from Trick Daddy - Thug Holiday (2002)
Until the day a nigga D-I-E I`ll be forever thuggin baby
Ever since I f**king These bitches loved it baby Still got the chron son I used to be drug dealer X-men, Ex-con, forever thug nigga Around here we smoke a bitch I still book `em heavy Cause I bought that benz,(uh-huh) Damn me I sold my chevy I love my ? , I talk to `em everyday I ride around `em cool, I walk be `em yesterday I`m from the southwest, where niggas drive chevys at Come through with that bullshit, My niggas don`t gonna handle dat I f**k with no bustas, my game is straight must-a So if you f**kin with us We`ll hit you up with K Cutters I feels no niggas But I pitch no hittas The curve balls at they ass They gonna watch `em go get em I`m now the coo guy up the street up the block from em` I used to up my glocks on em, then take they blocks from em` Nigga this is thug shit, thats all I represent You don`t believe me, ask them niggas I bets they love this Nigga this is thug shit, thats all I represent You don`t believe me, ask them niggas I bets they love this When my niggaz and bitches Go from rags to riches It`ll be thug life and yall still with me When my niggaz and bitches Go from rags to riches It`ll be thug life again, so ride wit me When my niggaz and bitches Go from rags to riches It`ll be thug life and yall still with me When my niggaz and bitches Go from rags to riches It`ll be thug life again, so ride wit me (Uh-ohh) C-O, betta known as Mr. Piscopo Pull out my dick and piss on hoes In ya face while I spit these flows Like you ain`t know, nigga we kick down doors to get that dough Hit your hoes, bend your doors, smoke your dough And we gonna get mo` For sho`, you know dat cheddar make it betta And its thug life forever, and we all in dis togetha Like dun-a Dun-a Nigga dem rags to riches Wit your boy C-O money, marching double-D so bitch don`t go So nigga rolls, so every motha f**ka get down the floors Get away from all your doors and windows Cause a nigga done passed wit` a .44 And im`a let it go,like boom Betta break ya-self, I can`t take myself But killa, nigga, won`t have to make myself And i`ll come to ya wake myself I won`t send no dogs, no friends, no loot, No fool, no car, no clothes, no suit Just a note that say, he.. through Now, now thanks to you, Me and tre gotta make up for these times lost We bout` that cash, we on that ass So let them 9`s off When my niggaz and bitches Go from rags to riches It`ll be thug life and yall still with me When my niggaz and bitches Go from rags to riches It`ll be thug life again, so ride wit me When my niggaz and bitches Go from rags to riches It`ll be thug life and yall still with me When my niggaz and bitches Go from rags to riches It`ll be thug life again, so ride wit me So mutha-f**king sicka, stupid hoes and f**k niggas Snitches and bitches, yo hold on I`m gon` kill`em And I`m just chillin bustas, she fought for me to keep em So I just peep em`, lay back and I book my reefa I`m a thug nigga, so ya know I gots to keep my pistols I got the choppers that i`ll bring down and won`t miss ya You want a nigga that gives a f**k about a bitch Unless you sucking the f**king ho and tryin` to get rich I need a bitch that can ball a nigga out Who can shoot a nigga best A bitch about stacks ho All this complaining ho, bitch about that Ever since I hold a benz, bitch be all on my back Nigga this is thug shit, thats all I represent You don`t believe me, ask them niggas I bets they love this Nigga this is thug shit, thats all I represent You don`t believe me, ask them niggas I bets they love this When my niggaz and bitches Go from rags to riches It`ll be thug life and yall still with me (*반복) |
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from Trick Daddy - Thug Holiday (2002)
Until the day a nigga D-I-E I`ll be forever thuggin baby
Ever since I f**king These bitches loved it baby Still got the chron son I used to be drug dealer X-men, Ex-con, forever thug nigga Around here we smoke a bitch I still book `em heavy Cause I bought that benz,(uh-huh) Damn me I sold my chevy I love my ? , I talk to `em everyday I ride around `em cool, I walk be `em yesterday I`m from the southwest, where niggas drive chevys at Come through with that bullshit, My niggas don`t gonna handle dat I f**k with no bustas, my game is straight must-a So if you f**kin with us We`ll hit you up with K Cutters I feels no niggas But I pitch no hittas The curve balls at they ass They gonna watch `em go get em I`m now the coo guy up the street up the block from em` I used to up my glocks on em, then take they blocks from em` Nigga this is thug shit, thats all I represent You don`t believe me, ask them niggas I bets they love this Nigga this is thug shit, thats all I represent You don`t believe me, ask them niggas I bets they love this When my niggaz and bitches Go from rags to riches It`ll be thug life and yall still with me When my niggaz and bitches Go from rags to riches It`ll be thug life again, so ride wit me When my niggaz and bitches Go from rags to riches It`ll be thug life and yall still with me When my niggaz and bitches Go from rags to riches It`ll be thug life again, so ride wit me (Uh-ohh) C-O, betta known as Mr. Piscopo Pull out my dick and piss on hoes In ya face while I spit these flows Like you ain`t know, nigga we kick down doors to get that dough Hit your hoes, bend your doors, smoke your dough And we gonna get mo` For sho`, you know dat cheddar make it betta And its thug life forever, and we all in dis togetha Like dun-a Dun-a Nigga dem rags to riches Wit your boy C-O money, marching double-D so bitch don`t go So nigga rolls, so every motha f**ka get down the floors Get away from all your doors and windows Cause a nigga done passed wit` a .44 And im`a let it go,like boom Betta break ya-self, I can`t take myself But killa, nigga, won`t have to make myself And i`ll come to ya wake myself I won`t send no dogs, no friends, no loot, No fool, no car, no clothes, no suit Just a note that say, he.. through Now, now thanks to you, Me and tre gotta make up for these times lost We bout` that cash, we on that ass So let them 9`s off When my niggaz and bitches Go from rags to riches It`ll be thug life and yall still with me When my niggaz and bitches Go from rags to riches It`ll be thug life again, so ride wit me When my niggaz and bitches Go from rags to riches It`ll be thug life and yall still with me When my niggaz and bitches Go from rags to riches It`ll be thug life again, so ride wit me So mutha-f**king sicka, stupid hoes and f**k niggas Snitches and bitches, yo hold on I`m gon` kill`em And I`m just chillin bustas, she fought for me to keep em So I just peep em`, lay back and I book my reefa I`m a thug nigga, so ya know I gots to keep my pistols I got the choppers that i`ll bring down and won`t miss ya You want a nigga that gives a f**k about a bitch Unless you sucking the f**king ho and tryin` to get rich I need a bitch that can ball a nigga out Who can shoot a nigga best A bitch about stacks ho All this complaining ho, bitch about that Ever since I hold a benz, bitch be all on my back Nigga this is thug shit, thats all I represent You don`t believe me, ask them niggas I bets they love this Nigga this is thug shit, thats all I represent You don`t believe me, ask them niggas I bets they love this When my niggaz and bitches Go from rags to riches It`ll be thug life and yall still with me (*반복) |
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from Trick Daddy - Thug Holiday (2002)
`Tis the season to be jolly(Jolly, for what) hell if I know
I just don`t get it, tell it like it is It`s on, truth hurts It`s like the sun in the summer It`s like the cold in the winter And when it rains it pours Y`all keep sweating these hoes And doing this one for the poor ones It`s like the sun in the summer It`s like the cold in the winter And when it rains it pours Y`all keep sweating these hoes And doing this one for the poor ones This one here is dedicated for them hatas, I wrote it for my niggas Who ain`t here they couldn`t make it, let`s face it The dope game is getting shaky When shit get flaky, see most niggas can`t take it I done seen the biggest dope dealas turn squealas And yesterday`s killas, today`s fucked niggas ?That`s defined? on behalf of the state Your main key witness, and won`t involve me with em You could set me up to crush time It ain`t selling the vines so nigga,lay down and do your time Cause, back when you was kingpinning I was sitting off in prison, and you ain`t send me a penny And closing arguments can`t get me I had it deep for the state, caught his first witness That`s right, that`s right From one heat to another, you a sucka It`s like the sun in the summer It`s like the cold in the winter And when it rains it pours Y`all keep sweating these hoes And doing this one for the poor ones It`s like the sun in the summer It`s like the cold in the winter And when it rains it pours Y`all keep sweating these hoes And doing this one for the poor ones As an American, I think the whole world`s against us It took 9-11 just to convince us That we got wars going on And it`s way bigger than thugs, this shit`s deeper than drugs Suicide bombings, and air attacks All the planes that were hijacked, and all of our politics So I guess that makes me a democrate The Republican party problems are worrying about crack If I could speak another language, I`d say it in French, Spanish damn it, so everybody understand it Want everybody on the planet, that if you anti-thug I guess you gets no love, from us It`s like the sun in the summer It`s like the cold in the winter And when it rains it pours Y`all keep sweating these hoes And doing this one for the poor ones It`s like the sun in the summer It`s like the cold in the winter And when it rains it pours Y`all keep sweating these hoes And doing this one for the poor ones Where are the police at when you really need em How can you chastise a child, if you ain`t allowed to beat him Want to screaming for no reason Why you keep reproducing if you know you can`t feed em If he leave you, don`t blame him He the father of two mugs so regardless, you ought to raise em And it might seem outrageous This unsafe sex these days quite dangerous And stop killing these babies, I mean it, I love em If you don`t want em give em to me I`ll raise em Truth is, that the future is our kids, and every playa with skills Should be in the NFL, for real It`s like the sun in the summer It`s like the cold in the winter And when it rains it pours Y`all keep sweating these hoes And doing this one for the poor ones It`s like the sun in the summer It`s like the cold in the winter And when it rains it pours Y`all keep sweating these hoes And doing this one for the poor ones `Tis the season to be jolly (Jolly, for what) hell if I know I just don`t get it, tell it like it is It`s on, truth hurts |
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from Trick Daddy - Thug Holiday (2002)
`Tis the season to be jolly(Jolly, for what) hell if I know
I just don`t get it, tell it like it is It`s on, truth hurts It`s like the sun in the summer It`s like the cold in the winter And when it rains it pours Y`all keep sweating these hoes And doing this one for the poor ones It`s like the sun in the summer It`s like the cold in the winter And when it rains it pours Y`all keep sweating these hoes And doing this one for the poor ones This one here is dedicated for them hatas, I wrote it for my niggas Who ain`t here they couldn`t make it, let`s face it The dope game is getting shaky When shit get flaky, see most niggas can`t take it I done seen the biggest dope dealas turn squealas And yesterday`s killas, today`s fucked niggas ?That`s defined? on behalf of the state Your main key witness, and won`t involve me with em You could set me up to crush time It ain`t selling the vines so nigga,lay down and do your time Cause, back when you was kingpinning I was sitting off in prison, and you ain`t send me a penny And closing arguments can`t get me I had it deep for the state, caught his first witness That`s right, that`s right From one heat to another, you a sucka It`s like the sun in the summer It`s like the cold in the winter And when it rains it pours Y`all keep sweating these hoes And doing this one for the poor ones It`s like the sun in the summer It`s like the cold in the winter And when it rains it pours Y`all keep sweating these hoes And doing this one for the poor ones As an American, I think the whole world`s against us It took 9-11 just to convince us That we got wars going on And it`s way bigger than thugs, this shit`s deeper than drugs Suicide bombings, and air attacks All the planes that were hijacked, and all of our politics So I guess that makes me a democrate The Republican party problems are worrying about crack If I could speak another language, I`d say it in French, Spanish damn it, so everybody understand it Want everybody on the planet, that if you anti-thug I guess you gets no love, from us It`s like the sun in the summer It`s like the cold in the winter And when it rains it pours Y`all keep sweating these hoes And doing this one for the poor ones It`s like the sun in the summer It`s like the cold in the winter And when it rains it pours Y`all keep sweating these hoes And doing this one for the poor ones Where are the police at when you really need em How can you chastise a child, if you ain`t allowed to beat him Want to screaming for no reason Why you keep reproducing if you know you can`t feed em If he leave you, don`t blame him He the father of two mugs so regardless, you ought to raise em And it might seem outrageous This unsafe sex these days quite dangerous And stop killing these babies, I mean it, I love em If you don`t want em give em to me I`ll raise em Truth is, that the future is our kids, and every playa with skills Should be in the NFL, for real It`s like the sun in the summer It`s like the cold in the winter And when it rains it pours Y`all keep sweating these hoes And doing this one for the poor ones It`s like the sun in the summer It`s like the cold in the winter And when it rains it pours Y`all keep sweating these hoes And doing this one for the poor ones `Tis the season to be jolly (Jolly, for what) hell if I know I just don`t get it, tell it like it is It`s on, truth hurts |
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from Trick Daddy - Thug Holiday (2002)
Phone Ringin
Friend: Hello! She:(cryin) Friends:Girl whats wrong calm down Friend:Tell Me Whats Wrong, Slow Down Slow Down Slow Down Calm Down Slow Down Slow Down She: Girl he didnt call me he wont call me Friend:Who Wont call you,Who Wont Call You, Slow Down Slow Down She:Trick,Yea I Keep Callin Him Friend:You Fuck Trick She:Yea Friend:I Told You Not To Fuck That Nigga She:Why He Wont Call Me Friend:He Got Dat Double Dose Sista Dont Do Dat She:Girl Im Fienin FOr It, girl Friend:Thas Wat Im Tryna Tell You,You Got Me, I Took A Year To Get Ova Mine She:Cuz It Waz So Long, It Waz So LOngggg Friend:Ooo Friend:Yea I Know She:It Waz So Long Friend:I Know Girl, I Know Guess What Ima Call HIm Ryght NOw For You She:Ok Tell Him Tell Him To Call Me, OK Friend:Ima Call Him Ryght Now Ima Call HIm Ryght NOw, Dont Worry Bout A Thang, I Gotchu Friend: FUCK DAT, IMA CALL DAT NIGGA FO ME |
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from Trick Daddy - Thug Holiday (2002)
Phone Ringin
Friend: Hello! She:(cryin) Friends:Girl whats wrong calm down Friend:Tell Me Whats Wrong, Slow Down Slow Down Slow Down Calm Down Slow Down Slow Down She: Girl he didnt call me he wont call me Friend:Who Wont call you,Who Wont Call You, Slow Down Slow Down She:Trick,Yea I Keep Callin Him Friend:You Fuck Trick She:Yea Friend:I Told You Not To Fuck That Nigga She:Why He Wont Call Me Friend:He Got Dat Double Dose Sista Dont Do Dat She:Girl Im Fienin FOr It, girl Friend:Thas Wat Im Tryna Tell You,You Got Me, I Took A Year To Get Ova Mine She:Cuz It Waz So Long, It Waz So LOngggg Friend:Ooo Friend:Yea I Know She:It Waz So Long Friend:I Know Girl, I Know Guess What Ima Call HIm Ryght NOw For You She:Ok Tell Him Tell Him To Call Me, OK Friend:Ima Call Him Ryght Now Ima Call HIm Ryght NOw, Dont Worry Bout A Thang, I Gotchu Friend: FUCK DAT, IMA CALL DAT NIGGA FO ME |
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from Trick Daddy - Thug Holiday (2002)
All aboard!!!
We ride, we ride We ride, we ride We ride, we ride <i>[Hook]</i> S-N, S-S-N-S S-N, S-S-N-S S-N, S-S-N-S S-N, S-S-N-S We sendin' this to all you (All you) So you can do (Do it, do it) what you want to (Bop, bop, bop) This is the funk (That funk) it's something new (Uh-huh) We sendin' out this message to <i>[Money Mark]</i> All the pretty little young and sexy women And they great-great grandma's love they way we are Make them shake they body, bodies It's the number one clique who love to party We from the bottom, M-I-A Came to have a ball and y'all, it's okay Money Mark and the S-N-S, we don't play No day, no way, WHAT YOU SAY? <i>[J.V.]</i> I got my eye on a victory that'll take my crew down in history (Huh!) <i>[C.O.]</i> S-N-S so fresh so clean, and can't none of y'all fuck wit my team Anything less than that, it's just a dream We gotta be sittin' on top ya'know wha'I mean Y'all done slipped so we slidin' in We sellin' records like Goofy trapped again Bet yo ass this shit won't stop You know C.O. got shit on lock (Huh) Big boy takin' over the block Got kids on the curb goin' (Bop, bop...) <i>[Deuce Poppi]</i> Now hold up, wait a minute Let me get a lil' gangsta wit it Can you pig and pop the Belve And swig your jaw rap out we live it Poppi gon' get it, seven digits Seats in the six coupe made of lizards And we won't stop like puffin' it Whether it's crack or rap hustlin' Cuz we drop the hits that'll funk the hardest Radio gon' play this regardless S-N-S, bust like an SKS Betta ask somebody who the best (Yes) <i>[Hook]</i> <i>[Trick Daddy]</i> Call me - Rosco, Peeko Tran And I come through in that seven tre thang (Uh-huh) Play wit us, spray the damn thang See down here that's an e'eryday thang It's guns and greens on dub dukes Cop deuces half price from the boosters See thugs wasn't big enough You wanted beef wit the thugs, but the club wasn't big enough All the G's to the V.I.P. Hoes follow along right after me It's - SNS in this bitch Matter fact, I be the best in this shit Put me on your next remix Now count the spins that you get (Uh-huh) See shit get crazy dogg I'm takin' this shit way back to the eighties y'all We're packed in jumbo jets Line it up, the boy bought to bring it back For <i>[Hook x2]</i> |
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from Trick Daddy - Thug Holiday (2002)
All aboard!!!
We ride, we ride We ride, we ride We ride, we ride <i>[Hook]</i> S-N, S-S-N-S S-N, S-S-N-S S-N, S-S-N-S S-N, S-S-N-S We sendin' this to all you (All you) So you can do (Do it, do it) what you want to (Bop, bop, bop) This is the funk (That funk) it's something new (Uh-huh) We sendin' out this message to <i>[Money Mark]</i> All the pretty little young and sexy women And they great-great grandma's love they way we are Make them shake they body, bodies It's the number one clique who love to party We from the bottom, M-I-A Came to have a ball and y'all, it's okay Money Mark and the S-N-S, we don't play No day, no way, WHAT YOU SAY? <i>[J.V.]</i> I got my eye on a victory that'll take my crew down in history (Huh!) <i>[C.O.]</i> S-N-S so fresh so clean, and can't none of y'all fuck wit my team Anything less than that, it's just a dream We gotta be sittin' on top ya'know wha'I mean Y'all done slipped so we slidin' in We sellin' records like Goofy trapped again Bet yo ass this shit won't stop You know C.O. got shit on lock (Huh) Big boy takin' over the block Got kids on the curb goin' (Bop, bop...) <i>[Deuce Poppi]</i> Now hold up, wait a minute Let me get a lil' gangsta wit it Can you pig and pop the Belve And swig your jaw rap out we live it Poppi gon' get it, seven digits Seats in the six coupe made of lizards And we won't stop like puffin' it Whether it's crack or rap hustlin' Cuz we drop the hits that'll funk the hardest Radio gon' play this regardless S-N-S, bust like an SKS Betta ask somebody who the best (Yes) <i>[Hook]</i> <i>[Trick Daddy]</i> Call me - Rosco, Peeko Tran And I come through in that seven tre thang (Uh-huh) Play wit us, spray the damn thang See down here that's an e'eryday thang It's guns and greens on dub dukes Cop deuces half price from the boosters See thugs wasn't big enough You wanted beef wit the thugs, but the club wasn't big enough All the G's to the V.I.P. Hoes follow along right after me It's - SNS in this bitch Matter fact, I be the best in this shit Put me on your next remix Now count the spins that you get (Uh-huh) See shit get crazy dogg I'm takin' this shit way back to the eighties y'all We're packed in jumbo jets Line it up, the boy bought to bring it back For <i>[Hook x2]</i> |
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from Trick Daddy - Thug Holiday (2002)
Thug holiday, go ahead you can cry it`s alright baby
Everything gone be gravy later, that`s right This the time when we take time to remember All the loved ones we lost in the struggle you know I dedicate this to my brother Hollywood, Toby, Bam My dog Itchy and Lil Trav, I dedicate this to the struggle Everybody in the county jail, state penn, check it out If it wasn`t for bad luck, hell I guess that a nigga wouldn`t have none But when I think about it, what would I be without my gun How could I, get away from the po-po`s, if a, nigga couldn`t run And why was I given a daughter when I always prayed for a son Life is crazy ain`t it, sometimes I even think the same thing I`ve been waiting on freedom to ring hell but ain`t a thang changed And I lost my brother in the struggle, and then he lost his mother And I was thinking if I lose mine, who`s gone raise my brother Not to be a thug, stay in school, don`t use drugs Who`ll teach him right from wrong and show them boys, true love So I pray for the better days, face the bomb had a run-a-ways And, I put my guns away and I pray for peace on Sundays, it`s crazy ain`t it Just like the soldiers, that ain`t coming home this year Just like the fellas, in prison, we miss you so much for real What about the children, who ran away, that ain`t coming home today Well here`s a message from coast to coast Cause when them thugs really need it the most a thug holiday Just like em, just like em, just like em, a thug holiday Here go one for, all these killings and all these conflicts in religion See the Muslims, Jews and Christians but know they are all God`s children There`s only, one him, plus ain`t none of y`all confronting him So blind in our own minds we wouldn`t even know God if `we was in front him` And, I read your books know all your remixes to the Bible What about a verse for the thugs, a cure for drugs and survival Let`s add some chapters named Martin, Malcolm and Farrakhan In all my history books, only one died was the Americans And, let`s point em out who`s responsible for Vietnam And, hold on there`s more, we had two World Wars And, how come the judges make more than the teachers is making When they the ones raising all the taxes and got us fighting for education Life is crazy ain`t it So many tears, through out the years Somebody tell me what`s going on And so many lives, but only God knows About the pain deep inside It gets so hard, you got to keep your head up I know you`re fed up, but stay strong Here`s a message from coast to coast Cause when them thugs really need it the most, thug holiday Just like em, just like em, just like em, a thug holiday - This is for my people in the ghetto I`m calling out, calling out To all my thugs in the ghetto Calling out, calling out It gets hard sometimes, but you Got to keep your head up, and be strong Here`s a message from coast to coast Cause when them thugs really need it the most,a thug holiday Cause we need it, gotta have it quit is hard, out here any street you know what I mean ghetto, I`m calling out, all my thugs in the ghetto Here`s a message from coast to coast Cause when them thugs really need it the most, thug holiday I said thug holiday, need it |
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from Trick Daddy - Thug Holiday (2002)
Thug holiday, go ahead you can cry it`s alright baby
Everything gone be gravy later, that`s right This the time when we take time to remember All the loved ones we lost in the struggle you know I dedicate this to my brother Hollywood, Toby, Bam My dog Itchy and Lil Trav, I dedicate this to the struggle Everybody in the county jail, state penn, check it out If it wasn`t for bad luck, hell I guess that a nigga wouldn`t have none But when I think about it, what would I be without my gun How could I, get away from the po-po`s, if a, nigga couldn`t run And why was I given a daughter when I always prayed for a son Life is crazy ain`t it, sometimes I even think the same thing I`ve been waiting on freedom to ring hell but ain`t a thang changed And I lost my brother in the struggle, and then he lost his mother And I was thinking if I lose mine, who`s gone raise my brother Not to be a thug, stay in school, don`t use drugs Who`ll teach him right from wrong and show them boys, true love So I pray for the better days, face the bomb had a run-a-ways And, I put my guns away and I pray for peace on Sundays, it`s crazy ain`t it Just like the soldiers, that ain`t coming home this year Just like the fellas, in prison, we miss you so much for real What about the children, who ran away, that ain`t coming home today Well here`s a message from coast to coast Cause when them thugs really need it the most a thug holiday Just like em, just like em, just like em, a thug holiday Here go one for, all these killings and all these conflicts in religion See the Muslims, Jews and Christians but know they are all God`s children There`s only, one him, plus ain`t none of y`all confronting him So blind in our own minds we wouldn`t even know God if `we was in front him` And, I read your books know all your remixes to the Bible What about a verse for the thugs, a cure for drugs and survival Let`s add some chapters named Martin, Malcolm and Farrakhan In all my history books, only one died was the Americans And, let`s point em out who`s responsible for Vietnam And, hold on there`s more, we had two World Wars And, how come the judges make more than the teachers is making When they the ones raising all the taxes and got us fighting for education Life is crazy ain`t it So many tears, through out the years Somebody tell me what`s going on And so many lives, but only God knows About the pain deep inside It gets so hard, you got to keep your head up I know you`re fed up, but stay strong Here`s a message from coast to coast Cause when them thugs really need it the most, thug holiday Just like em, just like em, just like em, a thug holiday - This is for my people in the ghetto I`m calling out, calling out To all my thugs in the ghetto Calling out, calling out It gets hard sometimes, but you Got to keep your head up, and be strong Here`s a message from coast to coast Cause when them thugs really need it the most,a thug holiday Cause we need it, gotta have it quit is hard, out here any street you know what I mean ghetto, I`m calling out, all my thugs in the ghetto Here`s a message from coast to coast Cause when them thugs really need it the most, thug holiday I said thug holiday, need it |
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from Trick Daddy - Thug Holiday (2002)
Hey wut dat is? You Hey you hear dat shit. Damn dogg i know it aint what i think it is Hey man hey hey you selling trick daddy cd's? YES, NO NO NO NO So wut is that? Saaalllsaaa Madenga Fuckin Latin (Trick in the background) Ohhh Madenngee So no trick daddy? No no trick daddy Do you like trick daddy? YES So you not selling Trick Daddy? No Ok good good my friend good (Trick and Frind leave and door closes) FUCK TRICK DADDY I NEEDED MY MONEY |
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from Trick Daddy - Thug Holiday (2002)
Hey wut dat is? You Hey you hear dat shit. Damn dogg i know it aint what i think it is Hey man hey hey you selling trick daddy cd's? YES, NO NO NO NO So wut is that? Saaalllsaaa Madenga Fuckin Latin (Trick in the background) Ohhh Madenngee So no trick daddy? No no trick daddy Do you like trick daddy? YES So you not selling Trick Daddy? No Ok good good my friend good (Trick and Frind leave and door closes) FUCK TRICK DADDY I NEEDED MY MONEY |
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from Trick Daddy - Www.Thug.Com [Edited Version] (2002)
Back in the days It wasn't no AIDS It wasn't no AK's More afros than braids Wasn't nuttin for a boy to get a straight fade But not no mo Niggaz done twist up the fro Let it lock and grow Quick to go to gunplay bout that fro Nigga you don't know And I'm thinkin bout when Round the time i was ten And way before the pen The worst thing i ever remember seeing Was a boy get his whole head bashed in But now they gettin blown off Whole chest torn off Whole block roped off Two clips in his house for fuckin round Runnin off at his damn mouth Yep back in the days it wadn't bout fame And it wudn't bout a name Plus it wudn't no thang To kill a nigga and do the rest of ya life in the chain gang But na shit done changed And I know it seem strange But I'm a maintain So I'm a stack my flow and say "fuck you hoes" stay the fuck out the chain gang hook Some hoes no shame Other hoes play games See they'll fuck ya for the fame And when the heat is on and they cant hang Theyll give them crackers yo name Thell say it under oath And swear to tell the truth Run down what ya do How ya clown wit ya crew Along with that a list of shit like who fucked in who house Tell a ho about ya spot Where ya threw away the glock But every bitch that ya shot Every key that ya caught And every car that ya drop The ninety-seven drop tops And them Carolina trips And then they grill you the flip Time and date when ya dip Every deal you done dealt And every crib you done built With no muthafuckin guilt Back in tha days It wudn't none a this Ya couldn't pay a bitch to snitch It just goes to show that Fuck niggaz and slimy hoes make the world flip the script hook See back in the days All pimps got paid And all hoes got slayed Alot a money got saved And every playa had it made In Dade We was slayed before then Boys was made before then Way before them Raisin poor men With no choice Way before them But na shit done changed I mean a nigga done came Ya done took our name We done peeped yall game Ya ovalooked our pain Man, and we aint tryin to be friends Ya wudn't tryin back then Had a problem with my skin Got together with ya clan And send a young poor black man Straight to the pen Ya had beef with the blacks But na the blacks got the gats So if a cracker talk slick his ass gon get whacked And you can bet that See nigga Back in the days I was young and afraid So dumb in a way I was trapped in a maze So hey hook |
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from Trick Daddy - Www.Thug.Com [Edited Version] (2002)
hook Gotta change my life Lord knows I aint livin right Yall know i aint chillin right Smokin out everyday and night Gotta ease my mind Gotta find time to rewind Cause I'm fallin way behind Me and my dogs we known to ride Gotta watch my back Represent for the soldier Die couple years older Have boulders a lil soda Get rich with a motive Now shit done changed Niggaz gunnin in the rain On straight cocaine And it aint no thang Since the game in his arm Straight aim at his arm Gotta watch my back Gotta stack my flow Gotta pay my bills Leave bread in the will All to the old girl See yall hoes betta chill Now back to the game Lotsa niggaa been dying for this Done lost they lives to this Got me on this survival some type of AK rider Na I started with thug A thug with a heart Took a trip with some heart Had a dude he was scarred See his maom in the park Tears dried up Mom what's wrong (what's wrong) Your son's gone Is he ever comin back home She said you straight young nigga Take a look in tha mirror I was there when you was gone Now back to the streets Where young niggaz like me Gon do what we got to do You aint nuttin without ya crew Betta light in tha night and I'm thinkin bout you In the bedroom tied uo With ya mouthpiece wired up Just shaped on tha floor Had none of ya guns keep muthafuckaz fired up An see that's the truth I done told my nigga this street shit aint a game But it seem the same Young nigga get slanged For a lil bit a fame and cocaine Try to do thangs Just for the benzs and beamers and bithces Thinkin riches gon take care snitches And niggaz wit triggaz Niggaz betta watch they back Cuz the same time I'm tryin to speak to you and realease to you Some shit ya need Young nigga wit greed gon try to put the heat to you speed to you hook(x1) They callin in the gat In the dunge with a guy Ski mask and a vest Let his heart do the rest Thuggin, broke niggaz be the best Yes, and gon die if ya buck So get fucked right up Come back if ya like Bring ya gat if ya like And get stacked if ya like On ya back if ya like All I neded was a chance A MAC-10 and a benz So I can clown with my friends Show the world I'm a man Then broke but those in the pen When I'm off in the club Much love for the thugs See hennessy in the clubs Got all these rabid ass, maggot hoes they love the thugs hook(x2) Now bout dem hoes Try to find them a man That can pay they bills And yes they can Weight 28 grams Take a tour of the land Aint got no plan They'll wait for a thug Go give em a hug Show em how to be loved Then suck em up Straight fuckin em up Then get in his benz Get with all his friends Take all his ends Then send him to the pen Then do it all again Amen But lord forgive em Have mercy on they're souls For livin like hoes And say a lil prayer for me and my life Cuz I aint livin right you know I hook(till fade) |
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from Trick Daddy - Www.Thug.Com [Edited Version] (2002)
For the thugs Yes sir ha ha I'm doin' this one for the thugs Yes sir My boy dooda wa's up fool (Down South) Tut ha ha haa We've been seen (Aye yo C!) they on a roll hurry up nigga come on they got guns (I'm doin' this one for the thugs) They got big guns! They wanna go to war nigga Hah?(Yes sir for the thugs) they don't wanna die they don't mean that Hah [verse 1] If it wasn't for the Hennesey and thug livin' for my enemy my brother still be alive and apart of me so I, say a prayer for that playa and I, take my fire everywhere, see Its kinda hard when you missin' yo' dawgs another name on the wall they keep takin the fall yes I be livin though dead and gone befo' we twenty fo' or in jail but cha'll don't here me though is this world about to end if not then explain to me, how come I'm losin my friends and why I'm livin' wit my kid and why I'm fifty grand short from gettin' me a brand new benz its kinda hard for the black man I watch the million man march for the black man and through the sun and rain I love enjoyin' pain I know we be livin' strange but we'll maintain hey [chorus] I'm doin' this one for the thugs and the niggas on the corner sellin' drugs for the thugs yes sir For the thugs and the boys down south much love for the thugs yes sir For the thugs and the boys in the city much love for the thugs yes sir For the thugs and the dogs in the grove much love [verse 2] See, I, I, gotta called from the crib my dawg got killed gotta all my homies in tears and we don't know who the killas is it could of been the lick it could of been the hit I 'on't know we stayed in some shit so we put his face on a shirt and shedded tears for the game (a thug in memory boy) cuz it's hard to hide the pain they teach us some better thangs the shoes his mama a back cuz she could use the change thats how you ride for yo dogs, shit ride or roll take sides for yo dog suppose to die for your dogs, shit hard time in gangsta livin' and got us villian chillin' try to start no crossin' me and you so and you cry for yo' dogs Hell, I don't understand man, I say a prayer to all of y'all and for the cause for my motherfuckin' dogs Nigga! [chorus] I'm doin' this one for the thugs and the niggas on the corner sellin drugs for the thugs yes sir For the thugs and the niggas Overtown sellin' drugs for the thugs yes sir For the thugs and my Carol City niggas much love for my thugs yes sir For the thugs and my niggas out in Gouls for the thugs [verse 3] If it was a hundred dollar bill would ya, could ya ride for me start a fight, better yet, would you die for me under oath baby girl would you lie for me getta gackin open 5 for me now would you cry for me turna trick, or do or die for me food stamps, if you apply for me well certified for me can't count but you'll try for me or do it all for me Huh? [chorus] I'm doin' this one for the thugs (for the thugs) (for the thugs) (for the thugs!) I'm doin' this one for the thugs and the niggas on the corner sellin' drugs for the thugs yes sir For the thugs and the niggas out in Opa-Locka for the thugs yes sir For the thugs and the boys doin' time in the pen for the thugs yes sir For the thugs and my dogs out the Heights much love for my mothafuckin' dogs fuck y'all fuck y'all, others motherfuckers faze brothers suckers, bluffers, we ain't nonthing but sho' nuffers Bitch, feed ya fish (for the thugs, for the thugs) |
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