Young Bloodz

ACTIVE:	1990s -
DEBUT:	1999년 / Against Da Grain
STYLE:	팝 랩/힙합
MANIADB:	maniadb/artist/133154

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I'Mma Shine

Youngbloodz

3:37

from Step Up (스텝 업) by Aaron Zigman [ost] (2006)

I`m gone get it and we gone get it
and you gone feel it and you gone get it * 4

[Chorus]
I`mma shine, I`ma make it
It ain`t nothing to it to it
I`ll take it (I`ll take it)
I feel it (I feel it)
I`ll flip it (I`ll flip it)
Pull it pull it I`ll straight get it
I`mma climb
I ain`t waitin`
Theres no need with the money I`m makin`
For streetin` for chasin` we get it in
The crunk hatin`

Enough don`t believe you don`t succeed
And if you don`t apply you won`t achieve
You keep ya head up high
Feet down low follow your heart
Till you get to the door
Bells and wheels and wheels away
Never trust a soul I`m here to say
Stop dependin` on and be yourself
And grab a hold and don`t look left
So take a swing and heres your chance
You got nothing to lose so make a stance
The clock is tickin` and time ain`t waitin` with ya
All alone see thats what your facin`

[Chorus Repeat]

Ya I know I`mma make the albums pay for this
I`mma with ya in the eye lookin for the ten for this
And I don`t steal for this I pimp for this
I`ll ryme for around one hundered round clip for this
What happen to the struggle its called
And eviction notice
Now people strong self evicken notice
Perscription cops serve keep it real
That fine but if I get wit it I`mma face some time
And its hard being young and rich
Trying to survive
Trying to keep a shot to shine
On the poor headed ties
Couple of meals in a vine
And a new whip for the wife
Top that shit but this is my life

[Chorus Repeat]

I`m gone get it and we gone get it
and you gone feel it and you gone get it * 4

[Chorus Repeat] * 2

I`m gone get it and we gone get it
and you gone feel it and you gone get it * 4

Chop Chop

Youngbloodz

4:42

from Young Bloodz - Ev’rybody Know Me (2006)

chop chop (chop chop)
yeah I'm back on da block (on da block)
chill like that shyt dem nigga's cook up and rock (cook up and rock)
0, 6 yeah im fit to just drop (just drop)
had to have it went and got it off the lot (of the lot)
its essential presidential like my green (like my green)
premit the scene and cold dean naw lean (naw lean)
stay clean mug alwayz mean (mug mean)
still ride with the red bean team (bean team)
still post it up still same spot (same spot)
shit workin out the block five hot (five hot)
money get maid nigga's gettin paid (get paid)
nigga's keep em workin chevy's gettin sprayed

(chorus) repeat 2x
chop chop (chop chop) yeah I'm back on the block
we got it ready for you staight out the pot
chop chop (chop chop) yeah I'm back on the bock
eh we got it ready, yeah we got it ready

now inspite of what ya heard im the god damn truth
ima down south head busta monsta in this crew
ima hard core bad ass
a soldier from the backstreet
and tell a motha fucker who, who ever try to cross me
some call me J-bone, some call me Har???-bone
and yes see ima youngblood
and dese bitches they wont leave me lone
right or wrong
you should know the difference not to never speak
run and tell yo mama and yo daddy how your shit is weak
50 deap
yeah nigga
this aint what you want in life
or what you need
cuz see our pressure will bust a pipe
cuz like tonight
aint no dought we blowin on that thing
that purple cush
that presidential shit is what i mean

(chorus) repeat 2x
chop chop (chop chop) yeah I'm back on the block
we got it ready for you staight out the pot
chop chop (chop chop) yeah I'm back on the bock
eh we got it ready, yeah we got it ready

lets get to it (lets get to it)
gatta get dis money man (get dis money man)
no one stop us countin hundreds man (countin hundreds man)
game was gravy shorty i can count a hundred thangs
snatchin engines every week and got me ridin lovely man (ridin lovely man)
24's, engine from another frame (notha frame)
26, but shawty knee deep in the game (in the game)
get me 26, i snatch a nigga chain
26 years of pain, you'll do the same thing (same thing)
but im gettin older me and god aint got closer
still keep a toaster
fuck around and i'll roast ya
talk big shit, nigga swang big thangs (big thangs)
when that trunk pop that thang go chop man

(chorus) repeat 2x
chop chop (chop chop) yeah I'm back on the block
we got it ready for you staight out the pot
chop chop (chop chop) yeah I'm back on the bock
eh we got it ready, yeah we got it ready

see what done happened it we back up on your block again
dem damn fools out da attick stackin dividens
Atlanta Georgia out to get ya so dont be afraid
just be aware and watch yo ass when you from the play (?)
maniacs off the wall
real nigga's never fall
pimpin by the day and through the week im gone keep it raw
i put it down
let em know there's plenty wayz of makin dough
cuz all i buy i smoke and i got plenty more
through the door
stanpeden like a pack of hungry wolves
and still keep it poppin, hopein, wishin, notha nigga would
back woods
dirty south, dont make me bust you in the mouth
dont make me act a fool
and clear this whole damn place out

(chorus) repeat 4x
chop chop (chop chop) yeah I'm back on the block
we got it ready for you staight out the pot
chop chop (chop chop) yeah I'm back on the bock
eh we got it ready, yeah we got it ready

(chorus) repeat 2x
chop chop (chop chop) yeah I'm back on the block
we got it ready for you staight out the pot
chop chop (chop chop) yeah I'm back on the bock
eh we got it ready, yeah we got it ready

now inspite of what ya heard im the god damn truth
ima down south head busta monsta in this crew
ima hard core bad ass
a soldier from the backstreet
and tell a motha fucker who, who ever try to cross me
some call me J-bone, some call me Har???-bone
and yes see ima youngblood
and dese bitches they wont leave me lone
right or wrong
you should know the difference not to never speak
run and tell yo mama and yo daddy how your shit is weak
50 deap
yeah nigga 
this aint what you want in life
or what you need
cuz see our pressure will bust a pipe
cuz like tonight 
aint no dought we blowin on that thing
that purple cush
that presidential shit is what i mean

lets get to it (lets get to it)
gatta get dis money man (get dis money man)
no one stop us countin hundreds man (countin hundreds man)
game was gravy shorty i can count a hundred thangs
snatchin engines every week and got me ridin lovely man (ridin lovely man)
24's, engine from another frame (notha frame)
26, but shawty knee deep in the game (in the game)
get me 26, i snatch a nigga chain
26 years of pain, you'll do the same thing (same thing)
but im gettin older me and god aint got closer
still keep a toaster
fuck around and i'll roast ya
talk big shit, nigga swang big thangs (big thangs)
when that trunk pop that thang go chop man

see what done happened it we back up on your block again
dem damn fools out da attick stackin dividens
Atlanta Georgia out to get ya so dont be afraid
just be aware and watch yo ass when you from the play (?)
maniacs off the wall
real nigga's never fall
pimpin by the day and through the week im gone keep it raw
i put it down
let em know there's plenty wayz of makin dough
cuz all i buy i smoke and i got plenty more
through the door
stanpeden like a pack of hungry wolves
and still keep it poppin, hopein, wishin, notha nigga would
back woods
dirty south, dont make me bust you in the mouth
dont make me act a fool 
and clear this whole damn place out

(chorus) repeat 4x
chop chop (chop chop) yeah I'm back on the block
we got it ready for you staight out the pot
chop chop (chop chop) yeah I'm back on the bock
eh we got it ready, yeah we got it ready

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Datz Me

Youngbloodz

4:01

from Young Bloodz - Ev’rybody Know Me (2006)

I'm talkin' dirty, wit' bout 80 thousand in my mouth
I'm stompin' through this bitch, movin' 'em in, and shippin' 'em out
Breath smell like Hennessey, my clothes smell like weed
ATL & Tennessee, I'm right up the street
In the club where the thugs be, it be hard to breathe
Sean Paul said we gon' bust they head before we leave
I brought so good wit me, and I got my hood wit me
Cadillac'n all through College Park, I'm talkin bout wood grippin'
Dirty South, they bullshittin', you can't ride on them down here
Niggaz can damn well fit inside their rims round here
And our hoes drop it down to the ground like they supposed to
Or fuck a nigga whole crew, anytime we roll through
Young Buck and Youngbloodz, we came here to show you
Just how to start a fight and what that Grey Goose and dro'll do
Snatch me a ho or two, niggaz know howe we do it
Ain't nothin' change, you know the game, it's G-Unit!

(Chorus One: Young Buck)
Totin' guns, rollin' blunts, Gettin' crunk - That's Me
Switchin' lanes, grippin' grains, Got them thangs - That's Me
Swervin Lac's, Servin X, Countin' stacks - That's Me
Cook it up and bring it back, That's a fact - That's Me

(Chorus Two: Sean Paul)
Stay fresh, white tees, sharp crease - That's Me
In the Chevy grippin' grain, drippin' paint - That's Me
In the club, 'bout drunk, stay crunk - That's Me
Represent the A-Town, best believe - That's Me

(Sean Paul)
Now on the realer, I'm a hell of a nigga
Like when I was down in that 'Cedes Dealer came out a winner
I'm a big bank flipper, purple syrup sipper
Stuntin' ass nigga, cost my thunder for some spinners
Don't you see the chain and watch, bitch, we chillin' like December
Finna change the weather when I stick it out the window
And I don't want no sack, mayn, don't give me that ever
And if the price the lo'-lo', then gon' give me two mo'
Give me two-lo, when I ride out with two hoes
One dark skin, one light skin, wit two though
Let the top down and let them hoes hair blow
Fired up some dro, this like ridin on two fo's wit' two hoes

(Chorus Two)

(Chorus Three: J-Bo)
Stay slizzard on Patron, Herringbone - That's Me
In the club tippin' strippers, sippin' Goose - That's Me
Ridin' clean, blowin' good on that dro - That's Me
Dirty South, Straight Country, 105 - That's Me

(J-Bo)
See I can tell by the way they look me in the eye
That he's a ho, and she's a bitch, and often many try
But like a soldier, I'mma rid til' I fuckin' die
Swerve on the buster, run up and put one in the sky
And if you ain't comprehendin' what I'm sayin' to ya
It's 105, Youngbloodz, and I ain't playin' wit'hca
Now watch me break 'em down, back 'em up, and ship 'em out
Even steady, comin', breakin bread, what I'm talkin' bout
Cause what you didn't know, is how I get so many hoes
How I keep it pimpin' never, sippin' cause I'm all pro
And yeah, I see you like the way we do it big
Pull up in the old schools, blowin, hoppin' out the whip

(Chorus Three)

(Chorus One)

(Chorus Two)

(Chorus One: Young Buck)
Totin' guns, rollin' blunts, Gettin' crunk - That's Me
Switchin' lanes, grippin' grains, Got them thangs - That's Me
Swervin Lac's, Servin X, Countin' stacks - That's Me
Cook it up and bring it back, That's a fact - That's Me

(Chorus Two: Sean Paul)
Stay fresh, white tees, sharp crease - That's Me
In the Chevy grippin' grain, drippin' paint - That's Me
In the club, 'bout drunk, stay crunk - That's Me
Represent the A-Town, best believe - That's Me

(Sean Paul)
Now on the realer, I'm a hell of a nigga
Like when I was down in that 'Cedes Dealer came out a winner
I'm a big bank flipper, purple syrup sipper
Stuntin' ass nigga, cost my thunder for some spinners
Don't you see the chain and watch, bitch, we chillin' like December
Finna change the weather when I stick it out the window
And I don't want no sack, mayn, don't give me that ever
And if the price the lo'-lo', then gon' give me two mo'
Give me two-lo, when I ride out with two hoes
One dark skin, one light skin, wit two though
Let the top down and let them hoes hair blow
Fired up some dro, this like ridin on two fo's wit' two hoes

(Chorus Two)

(Chorus Three: J-Bo)
Stay slizzard on Patron, Herringbone - That's Me
In the club tippin' strippers, sippin' Goose - That's Me
Ridin' clean, blowin' good on that dro - That's Me
Dirty South, Straight Country, 105 - That's Me

(J-Bo)
See I can tell by the way they look me in the eye
That he's a ho, and she's a bitch, and often many try
But like a soldier, I'mma rid til' I fuckin' die
Swerve on the buster, run up and put one in the sky
And if you ain't comprehendin' what I'm sayin' to ya
It's 105, Youngbloodz, and I ain't playin' wit'hca
Now watch me break 'em down, back 'em up, and ship 'em out
Even steady, comin', breakin bread, what I'm talkin' bout
Cause what you didn't know, is how I get so many hoes
How I keep it pimpin' never, sippin' cause I'm all pro
And yeah, I see you like the way we do it big
Pull up in the old schools, blowin, hoppin' out the whip

(Chorus Three)

(Chorus One)

(Chorus Two)

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Diamond Rings

Youngbloodz