I can do it RRR RRR RRR Now everybody in this place is as high as me, so why the hell is you over there eyein' me? Peace with me, I know you ain't tryin me, if you is I'll show you how loud I'll be. My bad, did I pull your freight? Where my burn at, go hide, I see. Yeah I'm sign, don't get caught in tha hpye, if you do watch how quick I'll be like...
[Chorus] Mother fuck this, Mother fuck that, Fuck that bitch, Fuck that cat, (Dirty) I aint the type that like to talk alot I got something for your ass in the parking lot Mother fuck this, Mother fuck that, Fuck that bitch, Fuck that cat, (Dirty) Once i get to the parking lot I've got something for your ass that'll spark a lot
[J-Kwon] [Verse 2]
Seriously, we can be real with the flow. J-Kwon, deal with the flow. Kwon P, cuz I make money, all cuz my wide face is shaped funny. Look ya'll, watch what you're saying, I put that on my mama, and I'm not playin. Trip, get hit when the time right, it's a round trip clock, I don't know if the time right. Yo, why your boy hoggin me, hell girls, quit buggin me, wouldn't of been hollared if you weren't ugly, that douf get hit, niggas buggin me. Whoa, you niggas gettin ugly! Jigga wit me, and you in my spotlight, nah, I'll be like...
[Chorus] Mother fuck this, Mother fuck that, Fuck that bitch, Fuck that cat, (Dirty) I aint the type that like to talk alot I got something for your ass in the parking lot Mother fuck this, Mother fuck that, Fuck that bitch, Fuck that cat, (Dirty) Once i get to the parking lot I've got something for your ass that'll spark alot [J-Kwon] [Verse 3]
Now I don't like talkin alot, I got two words for you, parking lot. He mad, cuz the way we renting the spot, Our sidekicks came out tending the spot. Open Hands, bringin the spot, that make them wrong or right, right or wrong? You hatin cuz our haters ain't finished the song. Motherfuckers, oh I supposed the heat gone? Baby we all know the album droppin, I'm for real with the clips I got them on the poppin. You, I get your daughter to like me, just bought a gun it's a new artist, like me. We gonna get you chucked cuz your step wrong. You wanna bang, we don't even gotta fight. If we do..
[Chorus] Mother fuck this, Mother fuck that, Fuck that bitch, Fuck that cat, (Dirty) I aint the type that like to talk alot I got something for your ass in the parking lot Mother fuck this, Mother fuck that, Fuck that bitch, Fuck that cat, (Dirty) Once i get to the parking lot I've got something for your ass that'll spark alot Mother fuck that, Fuck that bitch, Fuck that cat, (Dirty) I aint the type that like to talk alot I got something for you ass in the parking lot Mother fuck this, Mother fuck that, Fuck that bitch, Fuck that cat, (Dirty) Once i get to the parking lot I've got something for your ass that'll spark alot
My mic on, my mic on, oh oh oh my mic on. Hey yall dont dont yah hate when When people waste a perfect a a good beat on a intro? I mean yah yah i i could of bought another beat for my intro I i could of bought another beat for my intro But but FUCK THAT I went and spent my money on a trackboyz charm fo my chain, I went and spent my money on Dub for my rig yo and I went and spent my money a half of pound of that good So with no further or do i would like to introduce myself J-Kwon And welcome to the Hood Hop album Drum roll please
Ay world, this Streets 101 I'm fin ta give u half a pound of J-Kwon And a quarter bird of TrackBoy Music
[Chorus:] Hey hey hey hey hey Now all my life (dirty), I been livin (dirty) And I'ma keep it (dirty) until I'm gone (dirty) So where ya at (dirty)? where ya at (dirty)? Where dey at (dirty)? Where dey at (dirty)?
This the new improved hoop hop I make ev'ry mu'fukka in this bitch, do the whop Dirty run his mouth til the album drop Why's that? Track Boy beat like a freak, work a king on the block I'm 17 name ain't the same on the block And beat and knock the nigger out his frame on the block And he'll come through and let it rain on the block And all they gots to say is its a shame on the block I'm hot homeboy, don't ever get it twisted Numbers unlisted stayed in third district, for real I'm ready to get naughty, best of both worlds so Hey Shawty Show me the party, and I'll show you the coke I can show you my dick you can show me your throat If a nigga trip trip, then we can show him the '4 If a niggas run up to you we'll show him some mo'
[Chorus]
Now I wish a nigga would run up like that Man i put that on the hood I'ma strike back And niggas talk shit but i don't like that Sayin I don't like G but I ain't write that And baby mamma's mad they ain't about shit Basically what i'm sayin dude fuck a bitch And if I had two i'd touch a bitch In the same breath, turn around and touch her clit And nigga if i said it, i fuckin meant it And nigga if it's rented i ain't fuckin in it TrackBoys give me money so i fuckin spend it Ya'll roll spreewells but not the authentics And fuck your fuckin '4 and your roof clown I got shit that'll turn your fuckin coupe round (gun cocking) You ain't heard i'm the truth now Matter fact, hook gon' break it down break it down
[Chorus]
Dawg It's a mystery, how we drop one single Left the game now the whole world miss me Freak this bitch like homegirl missy Like I'm sellin liquor got the whole world tipsy Sick and tired of old g's tryin to gip me So I put a lump in this shit like a hicky All i say is to them dudes "come get me" Watch em catch a crude desire, like a gypsy Funny how I can't loc in public, smoke in public Girl even joke in public, Got dough so that's why i'm so republic Cops hit the door, i start actin so republic I had a set they acitin like i had a brick or more So you got snitched on by the carni-whore Show off or show ass what these guns are for Or let the priest show her mom what these nuns are for
[Intro:] Teen drinking is very bad. Yo I got a fake ID though. Yeeah, yeeah, yeeah, yo, 2 step with me, 2 step with me.
[Verse 1:] 1, here comes the 2 to the 3 to the 4, Everybody drunk out on the dance floor, Baby girl ass jiggle like she want more, Like she a groupie and I aint even on tour, Maybe cause she heard that I rhyme hardcore, Or maybe cause she heard that I buy out the stores, Bottom of the 9th and a nigga gotta score, If not I gotta move on to the next whore, Here comes the 3 to the 2 to the 1, Homeboy trippin' he don't know I got a gun, When it come to poppin we do shit for fun, You aint got one nigga you betta run, Now I'm in the back gettin head from my hunz, While she goin down I'm breakin down what I done, She smokin my blunt sayin she aint havin fun, Bitch give it back now you don't get none.
[Chorus x4:] Now everybody in this bitch gettin tipsy, Everybody in this bitch gettin tipsy.
[Verse 2:] 2, here comes the 3 to the 4 to the 5, Now I'm lookin at shorty right in the eyes, Couple seconds passed now I'm lookin at her thighs, While she tellin me how much she hate her guy, Said she got a kid but she got her tubes tied, If you 21 girl that's alright, I wonder if a shake comin with them fries, If so baby can I get em super sized, Here comes the 4 to the 3 to the 2, She started feelin on my johnson right out the blue, Girl you super thick so I'm thinkin that's cool, But instead of 1 lifestyle I need 2 Her eyes got big when she glanced at my jewels, Expression on her face like she aint got a clue, Then she told me she don't run with a crew, You know how I do but I guess one gotta do.
[Chorus]
[Verse 3:] 3, here comes the 4 to the 5 to the 6, Self explanatory I ain't gotta say I'm rich, This single man ain't tryna get hitched, Liquor wasted on me man son of a bitch, Brushed it all off now I'm back to gettin lit, Goose and orange juice man this some good ish , Homeboy trippin cause I'm starin at his chick, Now he on the sideline starin at my clique, Here comes the 5 to the 4 to the 3, Hands in the air if you cats drunk as me, Club on the set Kwon cut out them trees, Dude I don't care I'm a P.I.M.P.
[J-Kwon] Come on..yeah Come on..yeah Come on..yeah Come on..ay
[Verse - J-Kwon] Call me, I'm the man You need a hand boo I got a couple hundred grand Dayton's on ya feet, diamonds in ya piece And I like the way ya ass move to the beat You a freak, that's summin you can be Keep playin' wit me, then I gotta hit ya peeps The girls love me, 'cause I'm from the streets In the bed, I'm goin' thirty at least Show-Offs on the cap, plus her ass fat It's so big she gon' let me hit it from the back Not knowin' she a rat, she suckin' on my tat I gotta rub her, so there's nuthin' wrong with that the weed hold that, the blunt roll that And when you give me head, please don't hold back Where your eyes at? lickin' the Kodak And when I'm finished, then you comin' it's yo pack Now..
[Hook - J-Kwon] - x2 Show your ass, gon' hit the flo' Show your ass, gon' hit the flo' Show your ass, gon' hit the flo' Show your ass, gon' hit the flo'
[Verse - Eboni Eyes] I hops out the Jag, pocket full of cash Wish your ho would try to jump like she bad Jeans fittin' tight, weave fittin' right The way I feel my ass make the ballers blow they cash Step up in the party, sippin' the Bacardi Betta watch your man cause I'm feelin' kinda naughty I'm lookin' to my left, over to my right I head to the flo', time to get this bitch hype Niggaz in the place, all up in my face Somebody touch my ass I might have to catch a case Don't let the face fool ya, I'll give it to ya Peel a right hand jab like Zab Jooda I say what I mean, mean what I say You wanna fuck wit' me, you gotta pay like you weigh No shame in my game, if you cannot hang Get the fuck up out my face and let me do my thang
[Hook - J-Kwon] - x2 Show your ass, gon' hit the flo' Show your ass, gon' hit the flo' Show your ass, gon' hit the flo' Show your ass, gon' hit the flo'
[Verse - J-Kwon] Gon' hit the flo'...gon' hit the flo' Well I hops out the 'Lac, diamond in the back You can tell by the way I made "Tipsy", I'm a mack Show-Off in fad, Show-Off the fact Give me a Coupe and several hoes, I'll brag Yeah I got a grammar, some say it's country But the truth is none of y'all gettin' money I tried to stay humble, but her ass rumble Give her the ball, guaranteed she gon' fumble
[Verse - Eboni Eyes] Skin tight denim, fat ass in 'em I can tell by the way he lookin' at me I can pimp him This nigga herre lame, he got no game His shoes ran over wit' a fake ass chain Never big spenders, on my agenda Get him to surrender, colder than December I'm rockin' my stilettos, box of Ameretto's Before the night is over I'ma probably have to check hoes
[Hook - J-Kwon] - x2 Show your ass, gon' hit the flo' Show your ass, gon' hit the flo' Show your ass, gon' hit the flo' Show your ass, gon' hit the flo'
Thursday 1:11 am (beep) Everbody In Club Get Tipsy Everbody In The Club Get Pissy Yo Tar Boy It's Ya Boy Musty Still Ain't Wearing no Deoderante Till The Day I Die eeeeeeea (Coff Pause) Woo It's Get Blowed Yo Ya Boy J-kwon He's A Mothafucking Law In The Making Baby Wooo Woo But Got one problem Tar Back to The Crib bang That Mothafucker Banger Ha Ha Just Tell'll Turn It down aaaaaaa nanananann Two Three Notches Taking Mothafucking pictures off my wall but Hey Don't Want No Problems (coff) Boy you fucking Track Boys Are Crazzzzzzzzzzzy You Get This Msg Call Me Back You Know We Can rap mon o E mon o But You Know On The House Fone 555-55 uh???????? 5 yea Thats it Call me Back A Sap Baby 1 Or is It 2 fuck it Add all Up 3 Baby Holla Back Peace All Msg Have Been Played
[J-Kwon talkin' over music] Ya know, right now, whatever you smoke, Right now cuz they ask me, and they ask me, And they ask me, they ask me
[Verse 1] Now they ask me How you know so much at 17 What you mean? You never seen a disfuctional teen Mama cared for me Papa wasnt their for me Older brother sold dope and murph blurr for me Times got hard I had to get harder Let me take that back I had to get smarter 16, I had me a daughter Hold up J-Kwon lets get shit in order Baby mama thats a whole nother story Both too young both too horney Cell phone rung, but I didnt anwser Check my voice mail, my grandma got cancer Now she layin up in a old folks home When it seamed like yesterday she was home A month later stroke poped up Her brain cells gone The last thing she said was let no one steer you wrong, I'm grown
[Chorus] They ask me, do I believe in God So I ask them, did I defeat the odds [2x]
[Verse 2] Shit fucked up but I can't turn away now Sold dope around the town, self esteem way down Jessie made me tougher, he boxed me up My mama put me in the system, she locked me up Now this around the time that we lived on Haley When I think about it I don't know none of my family Except, for the immediate ones Thats why I run to the streets and the gennies hand guns He don't talk much so everybody wanna fight him Every school I went to nobody liked him Never could it be right I'd try sometimes So I chilled by myself and cry sometimes And all I ask from Gods to buy sometime Would I bring his name in it If I was lyin' Now look at what the fuck I did done, done Terry Jones last son, this is a blessing I'm grown
[Chorus]
[Bridge] La, la, la, la, la, la, la Now they ask me how you know so much at 17 What you mean You never seen a disfuctional teen La, la, la, la, la, la, la, woah Times got hard I had to get harder Let me take that back I had to get smarter
[Chorus] Got pussy everywhere Weed in the air I'm in my underwear My under the underwear Liquor everywhere Condoms over their I'm in my underwear My under the underwear
[Verse 1] Come on ma, I'm ready to get naughty Don't act like you ain't know this a house party Gangsta boo, and I know you ain't try to harm me But don't worry bout it cuz I got the condom on me Live in effect, yeah affect and live I like ya style, mama I'll just take it in stride Look in my eyes Do I look like the type of guy That run up on you and tell you a damn lie Ooh boo I'm tryin to get it Now tell me is you wit it And if it's simple as that Then tell me can I hit it I don't go it it do you go it it You don't go it it Thenn act a bull wit it
[Chorus 2x]
[Verse 2] You 17, wit the ass of a women I know you gettin Tipsy cuz the liquor keep on comin' Lookin' right in ya tank tops and underwear But ma I'm tryin to see whats under their Oh, you like the crib You diggin the gold shower In the gold shower I'm handin out gold showers Right now, I'm thinkin lets do this 17 dude, ready to ram I'm St.Louis You wanna smoke a little I always got a bag But don't tell my mama cuz she always say I'm bad Country wit my boxers and sneakers on Right now my third leg need a sneaker on
[Chorus 2x]
[J-Kwon talkin over music] Oh, now why is you The only mutha fucker in here wit yo, pants on Ain't no other ga' got they pants on ma I'm sayin naw I mean I'm not tryin to offend you or nothing I'm just sayin' I-I'm tryin' to amend you or somethin Man quit playin and take ya clothes off NOW!!!!!
[Verse 3] Girl quit playin the party almost over Ain't nobody old enough to drink But ain't nobody sober Finna take my whities off You wanna match this thug We can bang on floor, or the mattress rug In the bed I don't play In em' in trains She said she wanted me to be gentle Hand me this band-aid Tried to give it to her rough But she don't want it like this But everytime I through a party It just happen like this
[Chorus 2x]
[J-Kwon talking over music] I mean this right here, this This is true to life pimpin You just can't put anybody in the lab and just tell em' to go and they just stary pimpin See it ain't been no big pimpin It has to be small pimpin first And uh, girl you lookin good but You tryin to hold ya little clothes on and have to get greezy wit ya for you to take em' off You might as well take ya belt off cuz ya pants fallin down anyway And when I say I'm wit the Trackboyz And the Trackboyz don't step, they 2 step And we don't short step we will step And it's like that
A nig girl mutha fucka in dis bitch do the wop. Dis the new improved hood hop A nig girl mutha fucka in this bitch do the wop I aint tryin to change Hip hop Put money aside and make your hip hop Not dirty right always flip flop, DING! More flip cot, dirty pick rocks G.I . Just lean on em Bitch get scared and swing on em Problem too big, put the team on em They still running up, put the beam on em I don't give a damn if you dun like me I aint gonna do the right thing I ain't Spike Lee Lopside 9 in ur ice tea, choke em while I sex em like Ike T. St. Louis aint ridin, that aint likely I roll with some real fellas that on strike three Snatch ya ass up if you strike me You aint happy with that coward, then bite me [Chorus] Now do you gotta gun? Welcome to the hood Do you gotta pocket full of crack? Welcome to the hood Lost your money shooting caps? Welcome to the hood Have you ever been car-jacked? Welcome to the hood Now do you gotta gun? Welcome to the hood Do you gotta pocket full of crack? Welcome to the hood Lost your money shooting caps? Welcome to the hood Have you ever been car-jacked? Welcome to the hood Uncle Tars said the Gang Needs me So I keep the red bling to make the aim easy You put me on gang the baby train weazy An' all he told me dude pimpin aint easy You used to pop big poppa work Now my diamonds big and blue like Papa Smurf And rude I'll pop a jerk Had my homie ride his brothers now his pockets hurt Like Jay I did it my way I didn't get it here from freestylin Friday Kwon dun care if and or talk child ways I got work up and down king's Highway Plus you bring the hood to the rap gangs Wanna bet, Some like the crap gangs Rings these gangs better have my exact change B'Fore I run in the boy and clap thangs [Chorus] Third gifted so I represent In the white city You look like a peppermint Shake your frame Its whats on peppermint Cops cant spray dudes face with peppermint Man cuz I put the ern on em Every start, put the whole 9 on em Every spark, now the dirt land on em Who's my bad found out it was laying on em Got a flat, Needa car-jack Betta yet, needa strap that's the car jack Crack Boyz where the stores at Have you gotten to the track like ?? cats Now I never leave my hood dirty If I fell, then the money got my hood dirty Even when I get this brick thirty I'mma be in the hood with this brick thirty [Chorus] [Chorus]
Im pretty sick and tired Im getting sick and tired Very sick and tired Homie
[Verse 1]
If I had a coop right now, it’ll be on E First time I feel I ain’t pretty, gimme TLC Raise ya hand mutha fucka if ya feel like me Live like me and ya know dis real like me Thers beef for da cats who aint got nuthin And humble too But damn fucked up shit hada humble you It ain’t ova it jus feel like it crumbled boom Now it diss you, said I wanna rumble too
Now if ya sick and tired say it quick say it proud If ya sick and tired say it now say it loud Finally got the crowd poppin and crack cockran Gabbi represent’n St. Louis and ain’t stopping I’m sick and tired of this lame brain shit Kwon getting money, now Kwon getting fittyz Say whatever you say how you say its about me How look at this crowd be sick and tired without me
[Hook]
You aint gotta like me I aint gotta like you And I aint gotta like you You aint gotta me And You aint gotta like me I aint gotta like you First time its Fuck Me Then nigga its fuck you
You aint gotta like me I aint gotta like you And I aint gotta like you You aint gotta me And You aint gotta like me I aint gotta like you First time its Fuck Me Then nigga its fuck you
[Verse 2]
I been bamboozled, too many times with fucken lood Dawg Im sick and, I’m sick and tired of ya gurlz Keep it Deuce Deuce, HOO, tucked in a room Fuck her, stash in da car, I Got Haash in the car Looken as they chink I got ass in they jaw Im tired of these hoes tryin to tell Kwon to go, Been Raw Im a gangsta mutha fucka, fuck who you are I told you Kwon been drinkin, then piss on the bar I don’t give a damn and you niggaz know it (know it) Im durty you pussy now where your pussy, J-Kwon gon’ show it Gunz im holding and you don’t wanna get ta trippin One sqeez of the trigga, eerbody limpin Im from a block where eerbody crippin Eerbody sniffin, and eerbody pimpin J-Kwon and Trackboyz, this is tha take off And dude im sick and tired of takin shit, Take off
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
Im high (ya me) Sumthin like Jay Z Howz that cause I clap (ya me) Ya back (ya me) Strap (hella queen) Man ya know they clap? (ya me) Keep a stash in da dash wateva im rollin Bought or stolen im Holly Wood like Hulk Hogan Cmon boy niggaz they cool off in da start, colding Don’t get mad at me cause that chick jaw, swollen Cause I kick they haters yaa Im like max-a-million I make ya smack yaself with ya dick, beaters Ya click sweeter? you don’t have the time niggaz On the block ya don’t ever wanna battle rhyme niggaz But see a me right thurr I shine like a light burrn I look so bright I brought light to the night club Fucken with Kwon, ya must really like starz Im the black brand pink and this is tha fight club
[Chorus] (Jermaine Dupri) they my enemies,dressed in my friends clothes ridin thinkin i dont know they my enemies,dressed in my friend clothes smile in my face but pop shit behind doors
[Hook] (Jermaine Dupri) i wake up, knowin im bout to see'em all in my face like wat up? these muthafuckers all over the place im fed up, homie im angry and i need me my space and good luck, with all that thinkin u gonna take my place
[Verse 1] Jermaine Dupri theres allota niggas in this club popin bub thats phony actin like they aint got nothin but love for the homie straight two-face, they like them niggas at sony (now aint u the mayor?) im the one and only for the longest me and my niggas been hittin this town like a storm and now u gotta see me and penny arm to arm one day u dont get it, keep tryin nigga ya right u ballin, keep lyin nigga i know allota ballers, half of'em hatin me bankrupt, bitch u must aint see my moms lately be damned if u like me, give a fuck what u rate me i only know two words the nigga thats payin me now we fin stop talkin shit about J.D. cuz he he been doin this shit since yall was babies how you goin try to degrate me yall aint my friends i aint crazy
[Chorus x2] [Hook]
[Verse 2] (J-Kwon now ima chicka-chill till the moment i lose mine and when i lose mine gun stores gonna lose nines i thought u knew Kwon keep eight on the waist line im from the Lou, Kwon flip ace to waste time i spit it for nigga dude dont feel my shit she a whore i dont like her u can kill my bitch u wanna war what for i peel this bitch body lifted, nothin with it i dont need this shit u my enemy, dressed in my friend clothes but when theres a shoot out u do better than Shaq do with free throws a bunch of niggas trippin they got the game wrong a bunch of niggas feelin like me who bumpin the same song im evil, why u thinkin u gonna take my spot waitin till my album drop, quit thinkin u pac and u rappin hardcore and u knowin u pop and u sayin u a realer when u knowin u not
[Intro] I mean, I just need to talk to you right now Yeah, yeah, where I begin Right, yeah, yeah
[Verse 1] Sunny day, age 14 When I first saw you, you was lickin a ice cream Knew you had freak in ya blood from the get go Yo' you showed a nigga some love from the get go Cute too, so you ain't get caught in the image Friends got in I shouldnt of tossed out our business So religious, yeah In other words, sorry couldnt explain the way I was feelin Back to the story - 'member when we used to hit concerts Mainly legit and Nore's Tryin to get on that was exciting for me And exciting for you that was something to see Plus you had ass and I loved that Back in this I was ya boyfriend I rubbed that Tryin to get on, girl I accheived that Everybody hands out from you I recieved that
[Chorus- Sadiyyah] Don't need no ice and no billie I just wanna have you here wit me I'm there for you, always be true It's just you and me, you and me (I can't promise that) You don't have to go doubble platinum I'll be there and I'm always goin' back em' I'm there for you, always be true It's just you and me you and me (I can't promise that)
[Verse 2] So I know just because How you said them words it had to be love Basically it had to be us Against the world not giving two fucks But know soon as shit picked up I start actin different so you switched up I don't blame you, but I blame us Kept shit smooth even when it got rough But, I don't see that no more Got one half our wait hope he sore What the fuck is hopin' for When I can't be the man I used to be no more No time, we don't go out to eat no more Barely home, you don't see me before you sleep no more You love me, and I know you ain't playin Cuz the first week gone, you callin' me sayin'
[Chorus]
[Verse 3] Business got good, but we got bad Money got happy, but we got sad But in the midst we had a daughter Evern though we floatin' clear like ocean water Came home two bags of Fendi It was gone that started to offend me Child support hit, that really offend me Puffy was right it's all about the benjie's Bitter now cuz the loves still in me In my boxers on couch, sippin' Remy Thinkin' that she need to be killed like Kennedy Then I listen to I got the remedy After all I still give you what you need, cuz we got a daughter to feed Though you supposed to be here at least you sold me that Why the fuck did I listen when you told me that stupid
[Chorus 2x]
[J-Kwon talkin over music] You know, you feal my story Write me or something ya know what I'm sayin Or I'll be in a town near you or, or Your town or whatever ya know Come see me and come tell me that ya know It's been a long time traveling Though you was supposed to be here So uh, ya family can't say I'm wrong
[Intro] Father, forgive me for I have sinned You know, we all fall short in the glory of God ya know But uh, true life is just so har you know Espically when you tryin to find a way out All I need is a sign Lord just give me a sign Can you just, just show me a sign
[Verse 1] Dig it I dug it, some hate it some love it Politic in the game, I'm just a puppet for the public If I, spit it you can quote it If you, read it then I wrote it Knew it's dirty in this bitch yall let me in it so I sold it Niggas pussy (why) Cuz they givin they clothes up Sayin that they pimpin' But really givin they hoes up (?)sake exactly from takin care of the family Carry a scar on my nose, that came from my granny A major player in this game Knew it since day one Lookin for shit to be the same Nigga keep waitin I done done, all I can do for the streets Humble now I'm waitin to see what the streets do for me Got a child, so I'm like payin support Still a child, now who the hell paiyn support I can slang and bang on St.Louis streets Better yet keep it grimey till I'm 6 feet deep, come on
[Hook] We love gettin high to the morning light We gettin high till the morning light Gettin high till the morning light We gettin high like da,da,da Gettin high like da,da,da Da,da,da,da,da,da We gettin high till the morning light We gettin high till the morning light Till the mornig light We gettin high like da,da,da We gettin high like da,da,da Da,da,da,da,da,da
[Bridge] Forgive me father I have sinned on this one Hail Mary 10 times but this aint the last one [2x]
[Verse 2] Feelin strange, cuz deaths upon me Damn I should of knew man was not gone warn me Still rappin, while watchin my papers stackin Tryin to leave coke alone But the streets callin me back in And I ain't actin Watchin homie subtracting Check the murder rate I ain't lyin thats a fact and I'm from a city where they want they corners back Body bags whole tag If you don't know how to act Picture that, niggas straight scrambling for crack Baby mamas keep up drama But I love where I'm at If you ain't never been to the Lou This here lyrical too And if you thinkin bout comin then you best be good come on
[Hook]
[Hook 2] We nobody until somebody kills you Gettin high till the morning light (We gettin high till the morning light) [2x]
[Intro:] Teen drinking is very bad. Yo I got a fake ID though. Yeeah, yeeah, yeeah, yo, 2 step with me, 2 step with me.
[Verse 1:] 1, here comes the 2 to the 3 to the 4, Everybody drunk out on the dance floor, Baby girl ass jiggle like she want more, Like she a groupie and I aint even on tour, Maybe cause she heard that I rhyme hardcore, Or maybe cause she heard that I buy out the stores, Bottom of the 9th and a nigga gotta score, If not I gotta move on to the next whore, Here comes the 3 to the 2 to the 1, Homeboy trippin' he don't know I got a gun, When it come to poppin we do shit for fun, You aint got one nigga you betta run, Now I'm in the back gettin head from my hunz, While she goin down I'm breakin down what I done, She smokin my blunt sayin she aint havin fun, Bitch give it back now you don't get none.
[Chorus x4:] Now everybody in this bitch gettin tipsy, Everybody in this bitch gettin tipsy.
[Verse 2:] 2, here comes the 3 to the 4 to the 5, Now I'm lookin at shorty right in the eyes, Couple seconds passed now I'm lookin at her thighs, While she tellin me how much she hate her guy, Said she got a kid but she got her tubes tied, If you 21 girl that's alright, I wonder if a shake comin with them fries, If so baby can I get em super sized, Here comes the 4 to the 3 to the 2, She started feelin on my johnson right out the blue, Girl you super thick so I'm thinkin that's cool, But instead of 1 lifestyle I need 2 Her eyes got big when she glanced at my jewels, Expression on her face like she aint got a clue, Then she told me she don't run with a crew, You know how I do but I guess one gotta do.
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[Verse 3:] 3, here comes the 4 to the 5 to the 6, Self explanatory I ain't gotta say I'm rich, This single man ain't tryna get hitched, Liquor wasted on me man son of a bitch, Brushed it all off now I'm back to gettin lit, Goose and orange juice man this some good ish , Homeboy trippin cause I'm starin at his chick, Now he on the sideline starin at my clique, Here comes the 5 to the 4 to the 3, Hands in the air if you cats drunk as me, Club on the set Kwon cut out them trees, Dude I don't care I'm a P.I.M.P.
[Intro:] Teen drinking is very bad. Yo I got a fake ID though. Yeeah, yeeah, yeeah, yo, 2 step with me, 2 step with me.
[Verse 1:] 1, here comes the 2 to the 3 to the 4, Everybody drunk out on the dance floor, Baby girl ass jiggle like she want more, Like she a groupie and I aint even on tour, Maybe cause she heard that I rhyme hardcore, Or maybe cause she heard that I buy out the stores, Bottom of the 9th and a nigga gotta score, If not I gotta move on to the next whore, Here comes the 3 to the 2 to the 1, Homeboy trippin' he don't know I got a gun, When it come to poppin we do shit for fun, You aint got one nigga you betta run, Now I'm in the back gettin head from my hunz, While she goin down I'm breakin down what I done, She smokin my blunt sayin she aint havin fun, Bitch give it back now you don't get none.
[Chorus x4:] Now everybody in this bitch gettin tipsy, Everybody in this bitch gettin tipsy.
[Verse 2:] 2, here comes the 3 to the 4 to the 5, Now I'm lookin at shorty right in the eyes, Couple seconds passed now I'm lookin at her thighs, While she tellin me how much she hate her guy, Said she got a kid but she got her tubes tied, If you 21 girl that's alright, I wonder if a shake comin with them fries, If so baby can I get em super sized, Here comes the 4 to the 3 to the 2, She started feelin on my johnson right out the blue, Girl you super thick so I'm thinkin that's cool, But instead of 1 lifestyle I need 2 Her eyes got big when she glanced at my jewels, Expression on her face like she aint got a clue, Then she told me she don't run with a crew, You know how I do but I guess one gotta do.
[Chorus]
[Verse 3:] 3, here comes the 4 to the 5 to the 6, Self explanatory I ain't gotta say I'm rich, This single man ain't tryna get hitched, Liquor wasted on me man son of a bitch, Brushed it all off now I'm back to gettin lit, Goose and orange juice man this some good ish , Homeboy trippin cause I'm starin at his chick, Now he on the sideline starin at my clique, Here comes the 5 to the 4 to the 3, Hands in the air if you cats drunk as me, Club on the set Kwon cut out them trees, Dude I don't care I'm a P.I.M.P.
