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from Snoop Dogg - Tha Blue Carpet Treatment (2006)
Who ride We ride Who ride We ride Who ride WE RIDE On three We ride One two three WE RIDE One two three WE RIDE One two three WE RIDE Beat up on yo' pads C'mon little homie go on and beat up on yo' pads Yeah beat up on yo' pads Ha ha Steelers Steelers Yeah beat up on yo' pads C'mon little homie go on and beat up on yo' pads You love football Well beat up on yo' pads If you down with Snoop Dogg go on and beat up on yo' pads All my little homies beat up on yo' pads C'mon little homie go on and beat up on yo' pads If you're runnin the ball then speed up on 'em fast Ain't no need to play with 'em go on beat up on yo' pads They bang every Saturday and Sunday loc S Y F L man it ain't no joke Helmets and shoulder pads ain't no bulletproof vests See ain't too many options on the wild wild West See I've been blessed so I guess that I can give back Football in the hood dog you dig that I brought the demos back and that's just one I'm in Pomona with the Steelers come and get some Want some'n bad enough take it Them runningbacks dippin cuttin and shakin you ain't gettin none Inside out hit the eight gap I love it when they say that who's house C house G house P house D house Well we house wherever we go blowin 'em out Lettin 'em know never know that you could shine It's all for the kids and plus they havin a good time And as long as I live I'm a stay doin positive and helpin the kids So when you see me on the football field I need to holla at you Doggy Dogg Homie chill chill nigga Now what you need to do is read up on my past 'fore I have my little homies go and beat up on yo' ass Matter fact little homie go and beat up on yo' pads Show 'em how we get out ball on beat up on yo' pads Yeah go on and beat up on yo' pads All my little homies go ahead and beat up on yo' pads If you a ball player then beat up on yo' pads S Y F L homie beat up on yo' pads Yeah go on and beat up on yo' pads All my little homies go and beat up on yo' pads Aw yeah beat up on yo' pads Ain't nuttin to it but to do it beat up on yo' pads pads Yeah go on and beat up on yo' pads C'mon little homie go on and beat up on yo' pads Celebratin just beat up on yo' pads All in together now just beat up on yo' pads Yeah go on beat up on yo' pads All you football players go on and beat up on yo' pads All in together now c'mon y'all Go on beat up on yo' beat up on yo' beat up on yo' pads pads For all my little homies in the Snoop Youth Football League Yeah you know Coach Snoop love y'all Ain't nuttin to it but to do it uh For all my future N F L stars Yeah from the S Y F L to high school get it On to college on to the big leagues That's what it does |
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from Hip Hop: The Collection 2008 [Explicit Version] (2008)
(Eminem)
So I changed huh? You got a phone pick it up, call me How Come.. we dont even talk no more And you dont even call no more We dont barely keep in touch at all and I dont even feel the same love when we hug no more And I heard it through the grapevine.. We even Beefin Now After all the years we been down.. aint no way no how This bullshit cant be true We Family.. aint a damn thing changed.. unless its you! We were so young So full of life and vibrance side by side, wherever you was riding, I went So close, almost on some bonnie and clyde shit When Ronnie died you was right by my side with a shoulder to cry on and tissue to wipe my eyes and a bucket to catch ever tear I cried inside it. You even had the same type of childhood I did.. sometimes I just wanna know why is it that you succaim to yours and mine I survived it. You ran the streets, I 9 to 5ed it we grew up, grew apart as time went by us.. and I blew up to both yours and mines surprises. Now I feel a vibe I just cant describe it much as your pride tries to hide it. you're cold your touch is just like ice. And your eyes is a look of resentment. I can sense it and I dont like it. How Come.. we dont even talk no more And you dont even call no more We don't barely keep in touch at all and I don't even feel the same love when we hug no more And I heard it through the grapevine.. We even Beefin Now After all the years we been down.. aint no way no how This bullshit cant be true We Family.. aint a damn thing changed.. unless its you! (Kon Artis) It was my dream at first to be off spitting a verse on my own album with a deal but shit got worse fore I came out I woulda killed a nigga first for I let him disrespect me, or check me over some worthless bitch that I wasnt with I woulda hit it and quit but you were fitting to talk with her and tell her she was the shit I told you dont get involved with her you would smoke in the car with her coming outta the bar with her stumbling half drunk like you were husband and wife or somethin but me catching her fuckin other niggas musta hurt your pride or something cause you were openin your mouth to people like you wanted with me. when all I tried to do was show that your bitch was shifty. And every sister, fares and all the shit that I produced you acting like I aint your man and lying like she cant be loose. But I am really your friend, I'm just trying to tell ya the truth. Dont hate the game or the player the one thats changing is you. (Eminen) How Come.. we dont even talk no more And you dont even call no more We dont barely keep in touch at all and I dont even feel the same love when we hug no more And I heard it through the grapevine.. We even Beefin Now After all the years we been down.. aint no way no how This bullshit cant be true We Family.. aint a damn thing changed.. unless its you! (Proof) Its gets lonely at the top cause my homie had to stop now we acting like I gotta live only for the block. And homies in the hood only see me on the tube So they gossip on the porch Get ta speaking all rude. fools I used to rap wit all expect magic like my finger get to snappin and poof it just happen. But proof is just acting out the part he was thrown, shady made it so my babies aint starving at home. See the devil in your glance, since the ghetto we been friends, forever real intellegence, thats forever till the end. I peep the hatred in your eyes, and the satan in your lies, aint wasting my time with these snakes in disguise. (HOW COME) When you talk it's with bitter and spite? (AND HOW COME) It's my fault for what you did with your life? And everytime I go to hear you play, you look away, we barely embrace, you cant even look me in my face. (Eminem) How Come.. we dont even talk no more And you dont even call no more We dont barely keep in touch at all and I dont even feel the same love when we hug no more And I heard it through the grapevine.. We even Beefin Now After all the years we been down.. aint no way no how This bullshit cant be true We Family.. aint a damn thing changed.. unless its you! |
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