| Disc 1 | ||||||
|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 1. |
| 4:47 | 
|
|||
|
(feat. Ludacris, Static & Tity Boi)
(Intro: Man with deep voice) I, I came to bring the pain, pain I, I came to bring the pain, pain I, I came to bring the pain, pain I, I came to bring the pain, pain I came to.. I, I came to bring the pain (grrr!) (grrr!) I came to, I, I came to I came to, I came to (Chorus: Lil' Flip, Tity Boi, Static) (Lil' Flip) I came to bring the pain nigga! (Static) And I came to bust them things nigga (Lil' Flip) The night'll rearrange your frame nigga (Lil' Flip) You scared nigga! (Static) You scared nigga! (Lil' Flip) One more time (Lil' Flip) I came to bring the pain nigga! (Tity Boi) And I came to change the game nigga (Lil' Flip) The night'll rearrange your frame nigga (Lil' Flip) You scared nigga! (Tity Boi) You scared nigga! (Lil' Flip) Oh oh! (Verse 1: Lil' Flip) Get out my face, get out my face! (you is a hoe hoe) You talk behind my back, back (but I know know) I pack a 4-4 (and I bust bust) And I ain't leaving this mess (in hand cuffs cuffs) You better put your hands up (what?) Get them little budget then wrap your fans up but you still won't catch up Cause I'm connected on the East (East), I'm connected on the West (West) I ain't saying I'm the best (best) but I feel like I'm blessed (blessed) I got thirty on my neck (neck) and twenty in my mouth (mouth) But if I feel disrespected, I'm a call your ass out They gone haul your ass out now you crying like a bitch I told you not to fuck with the Screwed Up Clique (Chorus: Lil' Flip, Tity Boi, Static) (Verse 2: Tity Boi) Bring the pain, hard core, selling cane Sun, snow, water, rain Shorty I will flip this stuff until the task force came Tried to rearrange the game, tried to bang, I suck at slanging New slang I had to switch it up, wrap a pimp cursing on the track The mack will leave you on your back, strap will leave you with a gap Stop smiling! - glances you see visions of the past You see niggaz with masks, up in cars with no tags When we balling! - I'm from the apartments, started with all of it Different day same clip, so close I can't miss Tity, Flip, Ludacris, got bricks, roosters, chicks Snatching bread then we dip, it's South Side - represent! (Verse 3: Ludacris) Now the clique is called D.T.P. so get your crew right We peer pressure fools, even +Dudley+ don't +Do-Right+ So go on your city, it's a South rebellion We putting "foots" in your asses, how we speak Australian? I'm trained in the art of whoop ass, check my accolades Got a knife and I'm giving out free after shaves Plus a new acting gig, take a look at the CLIP! It's called one up in the chamber and four on the HIP! I snatch your girls in the club and use them as throat throttles Then you'll get hit with fifteen mini Moe bottles Got glocks for your stocks and that thing for your chain And uh, mutual guns for your mutual funds main! (Chorus: Lil' Flip, Tity Boi, Static) (Outro: Man with deep voice) I came to I, I came to bring the pain I came to I, I came to I came to I came to bring the pain I, I came to bring the pain |
||||||
| 2. |
| 2:23 |
|
|||
|
(Chorus)
In this world I'm gon' pity I was raised in the ghetto-out the city (Naaaaah, mmmmmmm) In this world I'm gon' pity I was raised in the ghetto-out the city (Naaaaah, mmmmmmm) (Verse 1) Look I was raised in in the (ghetto) I got payed in the (ghetto) alot of gangsta's got made in the (ghetto) alot of wanksta's got, got in the (ghetto) got shot in the (ghetto)-but not popped in they metal I use to hang out with the ol' G's and peep game they use to send me to the store and tell me keep the change now it's eight years later and I run shit kiss the ring 'cause now I'm on some dumb shit and I ain't with that kissing ass shit dawg you owe me stacks, don't hold me back-I'm backin heat with the Heatmakers I can spitt it from the head I don't need a piece of loose sleeve paper you wonder why I never mix and mingle I'd rather roll a dutch and mix my single and I don't know about ya'll but I'm workin and I don't know about you but I ain't hurtin' (Chorus) In this world I'm gon' pity I was raised in the ghetto-out the city (Naaaaah, mmmmmmm) (Verse 2) My neighborhood ain't shit like Mister Rogers cause in the(ghetto)niggaz quick to squabble everybody unemployed in the (ghetto)-well fair, health care shit the game ain't fair-alot of ya'll never come back to the (ghetto) 'cause ya'll greedy ass f**k niggaz don't take care of they kids they'd rather by a new truck you wanna be a ghetto star and ride in the hood cause when the D's post up it's goin down in the hood it's understood that more paper, bring more haters everybody wanna coach but we need more players in eighth grade I got paid on a regular basis I'm stepping out with Air Max with the regular laces (Chorus) In this world I'm gon' pity I was raised in the ghetto-out the city (Naaaaah, mmmmmmm) Something is holdin me back (repeat til the end) |
||||||
| 3. |
| 4:31 |
|
|||
|
(Lil' Flip)
Yea, this track right here making them bounce - y'know Jump in the old chevy and bounce Yea, uh, play ya skillz on the track (Chorus repeat 2 times: Lil' Flip) Now bounce for yo click nigga! (bounce) Bounce for yo hood and throw it up Throw it up, throw it up!!(where you from) Now bounce for yo town nigga! (bounce) It's goin down, throw it up Throw it up, throw it up!!(where you from) (Lil' Flip) Now where you from? Homey Im from the southside (southside) And when I pull up it the maybach and leave your mouthwide (mouthwide) You better get your mind correct like the color changing clique Before I correct your mind and fuck around and bang your chick (nigga) One time for all my ladies, 2 times for all my thugs If you wearin a fake jacob you know you a scrub You gotta step it up, I got a special cup I get my shine on But no these aint no rimestones I got my clothing line I got my liquor coming And if you on a verse each part 1500 Nigga you do the math I never use a cab I'm from the derrty, I rock custom jerseys (Chorus) (Lil' Flip) I pack a k nigga (k nigga) I blow that haze nigga (haze nigga) I'll be at frisco fuckin with them bay niggaz Them niggaz bump screw, and they will jump you They pick me up from the airport with them pumps foo And we ready nigga so bring it on ho I be at Harlem nights but don't step on my big toe One time for all my gangstas, 2 times for all my wankstas I made a lot of yall careers and and yall aint tell me thank ya But Im a grown man, I hold my own man Not from ATL but I'm killin Mikes like Killer Mike Half the time I don't write I just grab an ounce Tell play to fresh record And watch these niggaz bounce (Chorus) (Lil' Flip) I'm on luda shit, screwed up, track 8 Plus I did rock n' roll with Fam Lay In VA, Norfolk to be exact I did a track with Swiss Beats, yea I got that crack My niggaz got my back Yo niggaz quick to run And leave you there lookin dumb (now that's gangsta) One time for all my pimps, 2 times for all my hoes I went from gold, white to plat Back to rosegold (Chorus) |
||||||
| 4. |
| 2:56 | 
|
|||
| 5. |
| 3:52 |
|
|||
| 6. |
| 3:26 |
|
|||
|
(Lil' Flip)
I thank god everyday For paving the way Cause he made me what I am 2day A young entrepreneur with amazing talent In order 2 b the best you must take the challenge I'm trying 2 b number 1 cause number 2 don't matter People trying 2 pull you down when you climb the ladder Niggaz hate 2 c u up but they love it when you down That's why I'm always proud when I come around cause talk is cheap that's why I rap I'm getting NBA money with no salary cap Mama it feels good to put money in your mailbox This for my niggas locked up in the cell blocks (Chorus repeat 2 times) Cause the sun don't shine That's why I spit these rhymes To ease my mind For real I got to get away (Lil' Flip) In life you go through drama and pain And when someone close dies it'll give you a migraine And a whole lot of stress, a whole lot of tears The days turn into nights, the nights turn into years I'm not happy here, I'm on another atmosphere I got to get away just to get my mind clear That's why I smoke so much it relieves my stress Just imagine everyday I got to wear my vest I got to watch my back Cause niggas hiding the jack When you see these moving like crack you feel that To all my niggas in jail you better keep your head up To my niggas in the hood keep your bread up (Chorus repeat 2 times) (Lil' Flip) If I died today shit lived my life And if I could do it again Id do it twice No more moving white or shooting dice Or creeping late night trying to screw your wife Cause I'm a changed man with the heart of a lion Even if I was a midget id be fighting a giant Ill never give up I'm from the home of the braves I'm still ballin like pac from the cradle to the grave (Chorus repeat 3 times) |
||||||
| 7. |
| 4:32 |
|
|||
| 8. |
| 4:10 |
|
|||
|
(feat. Will-Lean)
(Lil' Flip) It was all a dream... (Ha-ha) We finally made it (finally made it) One A, One B We came up from (Chorus, Lil' Flip) Rags to riches (wha) Rags to riches (wha) Me and Will-Lean came up from rags to riches (wha) Rags to riches (wha) Rags to riches (wha) (Will-Lean) We're Clover G's, pull up, we got the baddest bitches (Lil' Flip) Rags to riches (wha) Rags to riches (wha) Me and Will-Lean came up from rags to riches (wha) Rags to riches (wha) Rags to riches (wha) (Will-Lean) We're Clover G's, pull up, we got the baddest bitches (Verse 1) (Lil' Flip) I push a drop-top (Will-Lean) I push a Maserati (LF) I got five screens (WL) In my black Denali (LF) You know the ladies love us (WL) You know the niggaz hate us (LF) We learn to make the money (WL) Don't let the money make us (LF) We can't fuck with you fakers (WL) We keep a gat for jackers (LF) Them shots will hit ya ass (WL) BOOM! Harder than a linebacker (LF) I got a chip on my shoulder (WL) I got three clips in my holster (LF) Let's get it on nigga (WL) Before I spit ya dome nigga (LF) I'm nominated this year (WL) We need a Grammy nigga (LF) I'm at the Source Awards (WL) Down in Miami nigga (LF) I used to be broke (WL) Now we paid in full (LF) We back to back (back to back) (WL) Like the Chicago Bulls (LF) We came a long way (WL) You shouldn't have made a left (made a left) We made a right (made a right) (LF) You went the wrong way Now we coming up (WL) Y'all niggaz goin' broke (LF) We got our own weed (WL) Y'all still borrowin' smokes (Chorus) (Verse 2) (WL) I fuck with mad hoes (LF) You already know (WL) I got three chicks in Pensacola (LF) And two in Me-ji-co (WL) And we thuggin (LF) Rollin' on dubs (WL) I can't quit like Snoop (LF) We smokin' our stuff (WL) Nigga, you not hard (LF) You just a pop star (WL) You sweet in the middle (LF) You remind me of a Pop Tart (WL) You had a head start (LF) But you in last place (WL) That's what you niggaz get (LF) For movin' at a fast pace (WL) We number one for real-uh (LF) Just fire up the killa (WL) And if you wanna show (LF) Just wire us the skrilla (WL) We came to bring the pain (LF) And Johnny bring the chain (WL) What about the watch? (LF) We got special rocks (WL) Cause we got extra glocks (LF) With a few extra shots (WL) When I reflect a dot (LF) You gettin' extra dots (WL) We got Lexus drops (LF) Our paper never stop (WL) We Clover G's on top (LF) And we extra hot (Chorus) |
||||||
| 9. |
| 3:46 |
|
|||
|
Oh, next light bust a right.
It's not gonna be too hard. If there's no parking on the street pull up on their front yard. Don't bring no vodka, or whisky, we've got everything you need. Just bring a pair of your dancing shoes and get down to this beat. Not the lyrics to "AIN'T NO PARTY" ?, Please report that below. Let's go down. Wash that sugar down. You gotta realize that there aint no party like the party going on in my house. Better believe that it's gonna be the biggest night of the year. Because there aint no party like the party going on in my house, but it would be so much better if you were only here. ... Mmmm, oh, that's right. Mmmm, prom night, Oscar night, got all that BS beat. Do you know what album had this song, can you report to us below? There's twenty girls for every single boy and their crazy from this heat. We'll take you up and down and everywhere in between. Mom and Dad are out of town all week, so you better get on your feet. If you can not find the lyrics you want, You may want to request them. Let's go down. Wash that sugar down. Ain't No Party Because there aint no party like the party going on in my house. Better believe that it's gonna be the biggest night of the year, because there aint no party like the party going on in my house, but it would be so much better if you were only here. Mmmm. Oh I think it's gonna get hot tonight. To add comments to "AIN'T NO PARTY", You may scroll down and join the discussion Brothers and sisters moving in together so, so nice and tight. Everything you ever wanted from this life is gonna happen right now. Oooh, those girls tend to hide (?), and the temperatures rise, better reach for the sky and raise up the ceiling. ... To add comments to "ORSON", Go to the lyrics listing page Because there aint no party like the party going on in my house. Better believe that its gonna be the biggest night of the year. Because there aint no party like the party going on in my house, but it would be so much better if you were only here. If only you were here |
||||||
| 10. |
| 3:48 |
|
|||
| 11. |
| 4:05 |
|
|||
|
(talking)
Play-N-Skillz (Chorus: Repeat 2x) Is it cause dem boyz is out there shinin (shinin) Maybe cause dem boyz is out there grindin (grindin) Platinum pieces with canari diamonds (diamonds) But haters they talkin but never mind them (never mind them) (Verse 1: Lil' Flip) Well I'm back up in yo' ear once again cause I run this shit And I want rap about it unless I done that shit We catchin flights to Vegas, we stay away from haters We always chasin'paper-we ballin like The Lakers We stepping out in our gators, nothin but pimps and players All my close taylor plus I got hoes that at bayla I'm like Popeye the sailor 'cause I smoke me spinach And when my Benz pass by they be like "I hope he in it" They know my shit ain't rented (why?) cause I got two Yeah I got blue diamonds but these yellow rocks fool (Chorus: Repeat 2x) (Verse 2: Lil' Flip) I got bagguetes in the middle of my chain H2 in the middle of the lane-doin donuts in the middle of the rain If you in a wreck can I get alittle brain I ain't gotta spend a thing for me to hit ya dame I smoke so much dro hoe I might forget yo name Stop (wheels screech) don't make me cock it, and pop it And reload quick I'm like Bone Crusher I ain't never scared bitch! I'm into making bread bitch and ridin candy red shit I'm doin this for Pimp C and my nigga Head bitch 'Cause when the feds hit I don't wanna be around I'm a be real with you I don't wanna be in town 'Cause when I'm on the road I'm gettin more dough I'm gettin unreleased Jordans straight from Tokoyo (Chorus: Repeat 2x) (Verse 3: Lil' Flip) Whenever I'm buyin (ice) I'm like fuck the (price) 'Cause no matter how much I spend Johnny gon'have me (right) Johnny gon'have me (right), yellas mixed with (white) Yo chain shinin in the day but look at mine when it's night You see the differance in the rocks they look like blocks Red, white, and blue diamonds got me lookin like the cops (Sirens) everybody pullin over cause they think they gettin stopped Oh mybad that's my chain and my mothafuckin watch (Lil' Flip) Heh that's how we doin it man, Lil' Flipper Play-N-Skillz on the track this that shit that make niggaz bounce If you in a drop top make that mothafucker bounce Stick ya mothafuckin pinky ring out the window cause (shinin) southside, (grindin)northside, (diamonds)eastside (never mind them) westside Haha that's how we do it man Lil' Flipper underground legend U Gotta Feel Me, U Gotta Feel Me I ain't fuck off my budget U Gotta Feel Me Haha WOOOOO!, yeah ya'll buyin them ol'high ass tracks I'm like fuck it shit I ain't settlin I'll fuck wit Play-N-Skillz haha bitch bitch |
||||||
| 12. |
| 3:45 |
|
|||
|
(feat. Lea)
(Intro: Lea, (Lil' Flip)) (Lea) Uhhhhhhh (Lil' Flip) Yeeah (Lea) Ohh, ohh, ohh, oh baby (Lil' Flip) Lil' Flipper (Lil' Flipper) (Lea) Ooh baby (Lil' Flip) My girl Lea (my girl Lea) hit it (Chorus: Lea) Sunshine I can call you my baby boy You can call me your baby girl Maybe we can spend some time (some time) I can be your sunshine! I can call you my baby boy You can call me your baby girl Maybe we can spend some time (some time) I can be your sunshine! (Verse 1: Lil' Flip) Look, I know you wanna chill wit a player But all you got to do is keep it real wit a player Just answer your phone whenever I call Cause I'm riding on chrome whenever I ball I like them short and tall but not too thick I just walk in the spot and take my pick And they wanna roll cause they like my style And when I pop my collar I make them smile I need a lady in the streets but a freak in the sheets That know how to cook cause a nigga like to eat Spaghetti, shrimp and steak and I'll adore you I'll treat you like milk, I'll do nothing but spoil you (Chorus: Lea) (Verse 2: Lil' Flip) I know your friends wanna holla cause I got them dollars Push the Maybach Monday, tuesday Impala I switch whips like kicks I'm a balla (I'm a balla) And if I get your phone number I'm a call ya (I'm a call ya) And we can meet up the next day and chill But I'm always on the road baby girl, that's how I live I got bills to pay, I got moves to make But when my plane touch down, pick me up at 8:00, don't be late (Chorus: Lea) (Verse 3: Lea) We don't have to be in love (love) We can just be friends! I will be right there, beginning to the end! I can bring my girls (girls), you can bring your friends (friends) We can both have fun, don't want this stuff to end! (Verse 4: Lil' Flip) They say love is pain and pain is love I know ya Momma mad cause you talk to a thug You think you know my type but you ain't got no clue About - what a nigga like me do I like to stack my bread and flip my chips And I can change ya life if ya get wit Flip I take private jets to Vagas, man It's twenty bread each pick cause I'm major man We can cruise the world in a Bently Azure But don't worry, the chauffer open the door You couldn't ask for more cause we got it all (we got it all) Cause you my baby girl right?, right? (Chorus: Lea) (Outro: Lea) We don't have to be in love (love) We don't have to be in love (love) |
||||||
| Disc 2 | ||||||
| 1. |
| 4:52 |
|
|||
|
(feat. Diplomats)
Lil' Flip, Jim Jones {*repeat 4X*} (Chorus: Lil' Flip - repeat 2X) Y'all don't want it with us, y'all don't want it with us Y'all don't want it with us (Clover Gs!) Y'all don't want it with us, y'all don't want it with us Y'all don't want it with us (Dip Set!) (Verse 1: Lil' Flip) This sixteen bars of my brain, I show my scars through my pain I write my bars on the plane, I bring my boys on the plane There's nothing like it, I swear Can't no other rappers compare Cause I can spit it or write it Just admit it, you like it I'm the hottest around Niggaz know how I get down But this ain't Making The Band I'm tired of shaking your hand I got the piece to the puzzle, I'm on the streets when I hustle I got the heat with the muzzle, Okay (Okay) You think you know it all, but I proove to show it all When I move, you get one shot, hope you don't blow it, dog Don't bite the hand that feeds you You just a lukewarm, bookworm nigga and believe me, I can read you I'm tired of snakes and rats, I'm moving forward, you pacing back While I'm in N.Y. collaborating, blazing tracks You gotta face the fact, I got the only platinum plaque I did it well, even when I'm gone, my shit'll sell (Chorus) (Verse 2: Jim Jones) Just let my movement protrude (Dips) Or we will move on you dudes (Fuckers) And you niggaz that's beefin, okay I'll chew you like food (Yummy) Don't get Houston confused (No) Cause they music is screwed (Purple) They ain't slow for a second, cause they sippin on lean They will roll up with weapons, the four-fifth and the beam (Boom!) Get you tore up, we stretch 'em, you talk shit to my team (R.I.P.) We controllin' our section, raw shit for the fiends (I'll smack you) The boys controllin' my section, cause we gettin' that cream (Squalie!) And we roll in Rovers, iced out birds and frozen clovers (Blingin!) You know I'm smokin dozers, with that thing I roll with soldiers (East Side!) So if you want it fam, you'll get it fam, I'll hit you man (Unnh) And when I grip that blam, POP! POP! POP!, Dip Set the fam (Chorus) (Verse 3: Lil' Flip) I'm ready to let you have it Glocks and automatics I put them in your chest You shoulda wore your vest Cause we comin to your house With the forty cals Dumpin twenty five rounds Now bitch, lay it down (Jim Jones) So when we pull up to clubs, they say we known for the brawlin And all these bottles I'm poppin, it's uncontrollable ballin Straight from the projects, I'm still cased up with charges It only takes me three seconds to straight spray out a cartridge I'm prepared for the streets, and I ain't scared of police You know my gangstas ride out, we know to fliz with them heats We cop cars with them spinners, I be in Texas for breakfast Sippin' on Purple and Sprite and back in Harlem for dinner (Chorus) |
||||||
| 2. |
| 4:36 |
|
|||
|
(feat. Pastor Troy, Baby D & Killer Mike)
(Pastor Troy) We-we ain't playin (ain't playin wit ya) we-we ain't playin (ain't playin wit ya) we-we ain't playin (ain't playin wit ya) (Verse 1:Lil' Flip) Uh, I'm smoking blunts with my niggaz-I'm pullin triggers for cash promoters comin up short we put that heat on they ass 'cause when that shot gun blast, it ain't no stoppin the shells you doing shows everyday but you ain't clockin no mail I'm in the A-T-L fuckin with killers and thugs just book me for a show and watch me fill up the club I gets nothing but love-I ride nothing but dubs you steadily talkin that shit but you want box me with gloves don't make me fuck up ya mug, don't make me wire ya jaw I'm never scared like Bone Crusher so go hire a law so he can watch yo back, I hope he got yo gat you ain't sound scannin so how you got yo plaque? (nigggaa) (Chorus: Pastor Troy) We ain't playin' (what they stressin nigga) we ain't playin' (what they yellin nigga) We ain't playin' (what they stressin nigga) we ain't playin' (what they yellin nigga) (Verse 2: Pastor Troy) I'm bout to bust me a head, I'm bout to hurt me a hoe I'm in the club on this riddlin nigga and puffin the dro' you already know bitch it's PT! and ain't naan nigga in here (bullet shots) gon' fuck wit me I roll with Little'Flip lettin them hollows rip straight at yo chest plate I can't fuckin wait until a nigga cross my path you do the math I got thirty in my clip, tell them niggaz Little'Flip (Chorus) (Verse 3: Killer Mike) Nigga roll wit ya self bring more drama then a Shakespeare play when I pull that K-up off the shelf shot the deputy and the chief got my crew need no one else lose my crew smoke by myself, drink by myself sit at the crib and plot by myself back to the block serve rocks by myself back to the block nigga break yo self got somethin I need don't play yo self you can freestyle I'm a pay myself, money over bitches I'm a stay myself you love hoes-I love myself wake up in the mornin and hug myself when I hang with Flip we leanin left with a flock of hoes like we some pimps (Verse 4: Baby D) When I step in the club everybody gettin up cause they know I came to make 'em jump from the North, to the South, to the East, to the West put 'em up, represent it, and get it crunk throwin bows when ya bouncin on the flo' let me ask ya lil'shawty what you really, really wanna do I know you got 50 niggaz but I got 50 niggaz matter-of-fact me and Flip make 52 stay ready to act a fool, throwin them blades up on the stage give me three step back my nigga or get hate delay my mind state, you get (??)up fa sho it's goin down tonight and you know, kickin in do's givin 'em hell, makin 'em second bout the rhicter scale A-T-L keepin 'em bouncin off the hook leavin haters shook and we ain't playin my nigga we'll fuck you up (Chorus) - repeat to end |
||||||
| 3. |
| 4:08 |
|
|||
| 4. |
| 3:21 |
|
|||
|
(Lil' Flip Talking)
Wooo wooo this wat i want you to do. I want you to go to the bar and buy the most expensive drink and pour It on the nigga you dont like We aint come here to rock the crowd We came to start a fucking fight You know how we do it (Lil' Flip) We came to get it crunk We came to get drunk We came to chill in vip and smoke a couple of blunts And pull a couple of dimes And spit a couple of rymes Ya nigga im fly i got a couple of nines Im ahead of my time Imma stay on my grind Cause most niggas be letting people play with their minds But not me cause homie dont play that You see me witha strap cause homie goin spray that Shit where your face at Talking i take that Talking out the side of your neck dont make me brake that Slap you slap him Clap you clap him Cause i aint got time for all that rastlin Im just a cool dude When im in a good mood But when im pissed off My attitude is fuck you Im like a tatoo i never go away Thats why i ride with a tech and a throw away (Chorus) All my niggaz (my niggaz) And my bitches (my bitches) Throw your hood in da mothafucken air (throw it up) And if yall get money like we get money Let me hear yall scream ohhh yaaaa (ohhh yaaaa) All my niggaz (my niggaz) And my bitches (my bitches) Throw your hood in da mothafucken air (throw it up) And if yall smoke weed like we smoke weed Let me hear yall scream ohhh yaaaa (ohhh yaaaa) (Lil' Flip) Throw yo hood up And tear the club up While im in the parking lot trying to tear my dubs up Im cadillac pimpin like the youngbloods So come to texas and some the best bud (nigga) I got wat you want i got wat you need Cant nobody throw a party like me So quit your frontin and quit your cappin Thats why you cats never flippd the platinum (Chorus 2x) |
||||||
| 5. |
| 4:36 |
|
|||
|
Yeah, play and skillz, just let it bang
Na'm sayin' ha ha, feelin' it Yeah I'm feelin' this one We talkin' bout music Pay attention, listen up 'cuz I I rock and roll, this is how a glock explode My music is like crack 'cuz I rock the shows You got to know that can't nobody stop my flow My concert's like drugz, 'cuz fans got to go I rock and roll, this is how a glock explode My music is like crack, 'cuz I rock the shows You got to know that an't nobody stop my flow My concert's like drugz, 'cuz fans got to go I'm like crack, whenever I perform on a track 'Cuz if you from outta town you about to get taxed And that's that, I ain't changin' my price for nobody You can keep them points 'cuz you ain't gon' sell four cotties 'Cuz ya style too sloppy, ya beats ain't knockin' And when you in public, them freaks ain't boppin' My 6-4 hoppin' when I'm ridin' down the street I still feel like I'm hustlin' why? 'Cuz I'm raw with these beats You can put me on a plane or put me on a train 'Cuz no matter where I perform they understand my slang They understand my pain and how I took over the game From this day on, rap'll never be the same I rock and roll, this is how a glock explode My music is like crack 'cuz I rock the shows You got to know that can't nobody stop my flow My concert's like drugz, 'cuz fans got to go I rock and roll, this is how a glock explode My music is like crack 'cuz I rock the shows You got to know that can't nobody stop my flow My concert's like drugz, 'cuz fans got to go I need 25 a show, I need 30 for a verse Them video's on BET, yeah I know how much I'm worth How much? I'm worth a lot, 'cuz I really work a lot And since Will Lean my nigga, I gotta help him out So I'ma put him out man, so nigga kick ya feet up And when the stores sell out then it's time to re up So keep yo D up, 'cuz we comin' with the heat man And if you get a deal make sure yo' niggaz eat man And to my fans, I appreciate the love So holla at ya boy when I'm at the club 'Cuz I ain't Hollywood, I'm from the Hollyhood The difference between me and them, my music good I rock and roll, this is how a glock explode My music is like crack 'cuz I rock the shows You got to know that can't nobody stop my flow My concert's like drugz, 'cuz fans got to go I rock and roll, this is how a glock explode My music is like crack 'cuz I rock the shows You got to know that can't nobody stop my flow My concert's like drugz, 'cuz fans got to go Ha ha, ya we flippin' these tracks like crack Y'all niggaz tryin' to double y'all money Nigga I'm tryin' to triple my stacks Ya play 'n skillz on the track, yea Lil' Flip'll spit it fast Ha ha ha ya, let's go to the next track man They ain't ready for this type of shit We ahead of y'all niggaz man, you know what I mean Shit, you could put this album out 10 years later And it'll still sell more records than you now, ha ha bitch |
||||||
| 6. |
| 5:00 |
|
|||
|
(feat. Grafh, Gravy & Will-Lean)
(Grafh talking) Uh huh yeah look here O-kay black kingdom stand up my name Grafh ya'll-my nigga Lil' Flip my nigga Gravy it's all gravy nigga watch this, uh uh let me show you what it's where I'm from ya hear me....it's like this listen up brick uh, yeah I said, I said (Verse 1: Grafh) Now where I'm from we got fiends that'll kill ya-4 that crack to serve they keep it under they skin until it snap they nerves they clap them burners that go(raaaattt)ya heard now every bullet gotta name-and every cap is deserved the odyssey ain't gotta be my team we tryna be the last of a dyin grave, we blast if you tryna play then spell it out for ya ass if you tryna read you fall like the spot behind ya knees you get sufforcated when you tryin to breathe I dare you to try to sneeze lil'nigga-please lil'nigga my snipers squeeze I gotta connect this dianese tryna keep dope and his rice and beans I'm tryna show you what it's like in Queens ya heard me I've sold dimes of green and if I ran out of sticky-icky I'd sell a nigga dimes of seeds motherfucker I'm a hustler (go get a dutch bruh) (Chorus: Lil' Flip + Grafh) Where I'm from niggaz down to ride or die niggaz don't get high off ya own supply Where I'm from niggaz pack glocks and guns we invest in bricks-fuck stocks and bonds Now where I'm from niggaz sell crack all day and where I'm from niggaz be buckin they mac all day and where I'm from niggaz'll hustle and pack all day and where I'm from they'll clap off strays better run nigga! (Verse 2: Lil' Flip) I'll pistol whip a nigga in front of his click don't play with my money-you son of a bitch! I'm a greedy motherfucker when it comes to mine so I put in extra work in the summertime 'Cause ain't nobody in the world gon' give you shit and don't nobody in yo' hood wanna see you rich so fuck that I'm all about goin and get it and if anybody in the way they gonna get it I'm a G I was raised by killers and thug niggaz that'll sufforcate you(hard breathing)and leave you in a tub nigga hub niggaz for kilo's-and take they work play with me and they gon' have yo face on a shirt I don't play, won't play, I never did I fucked up I could've been a better kid but now it's too late to turn back-stripes on my shirt I earned that (Chorus: Grafh + Lil' Flip - Repeat 2x) Now where I'm from niggaz sell crack all day and where I'm from niggaz be buckin they mac all day and where I'm from niggaz'll hustle and pack all day and where I'm from they'll clap off strays better run nigga! Where I'm from niggaz down to ride or die niggaz don't get high off ya own supply Where I'm from niggaz pack glocks and guns we invest in bricks-fuck stocks and bonds (Verse 3: Gravy) Yo where I'm from we do or die for that money ain't nothing funny, niggaz is bummy, and hungry strugglin, hustlin don't mean shit where they sleep at tryna get off they G-pack, I'm from the (???) haters ain't never stop me yet I made a couple of mistakes but ain't nothing I don't regret it's $5.00 a pop in the hood for some cigarettes where I'm from niggaz'll pop up where you rest where I'm from it's too much for a man to digest where I'm from niggaz lose sleep and get no rest where I'm from it's too much for a man to digest where I'm from niggaz lose sleep and get no rest where I'm from we aim shoot at ya neck(where I'm from) (Verse 4: Will-Lean) Where I'm from I run with a pack of killers and ex con's that'll run in ya drought them three bricks right there they come with them rats and if the cops hit the spot, I'll have 'em runnin in laps I'm the same young nigga pumpin that crack I'm the same young nigga dumpin the gat I'm the same young nigga that'll jump out the 'Lac hit you with the mac and watch that shit jump out ya back throw the gun in the back, plus the bump, and the mac motorize stash box for that so know you know we don't keep 'em under the mat fuckin with the Clover nigga have you under attack (Chorus: Lil' Flip + Grafh - Repeat 2x) Where I'm from niggaz down to ride or die niggaz don't get high off ya own supply Where I'm from niggaz pack glocks and guns we invest in bricks-fuck stocks and bonds Now where I'm from niggaz sell crack all day and where I'm from niggaz be buckin they mac all day and where I'm from niggaz'll hustle and pack all day and where I'm from they'll clap off strays better run nigga! |
||||||
| 7. |
| 5:17 |
|
|||
|
(talking)
Play-N-Skillz (Chorus: Repeat 2x) Is it cause dem boyz is out there shinin (shinin) Maybe cause dem boyz is out there grindin (grindin) Platinum pieces with canari diamonds (diamonds) But haters they talkin but never mind them (never mind them) (Verse 1: Lil' Flip) Well I'm back up in yo' ear once again cause I run this shit And I want rap about it unless I done that shit We catchin flights to Vegas, we stay away from haters We always chasin'paper-we ballin like The Lakers We stepping out in our gators, nothin but pimps and players All my close taylor plus I got hoes that at bayla I'm like Popeye the sailor 'cause I smoke me spinach And when my Benz pass by they be like "I hope he in it" They know my shit ain't rented (why?) cause I got two Yeah I got blue diamonds but these yellow rocks fool (Chorus: Repeat 2x) (Verse 2: Lil' Flip) I got bagguetes in the middle of my chain H2 in the middle of the lane-doin donuts in the middle of the rain If you in a wreck can I get alittle brain I ain't gotta spend a thing for me to hit ya dame I smoke so much dro hoe I might forget yo name Stop (wheels screech) don't make me cock it, and pop it And reload quick I'm like Bone Crusher I ain't never scared bitch! I'm into making bread bitch and ridin candy red shit I'm doin this for Pimp C and my nigga Head bitch 'Cause when the feds hit I don't wanna be around I'm a be real with you I don't wanna be in town 'Cause when I'm on the road I'm gettin more dough I'm gettin unreleased Jordans straight from Tokoyo (Chorus: Repeat 2x) (Verse 3: Lil' Flip) Whenever I'm buyin (ice) I'm like fuck the (price) 'Cause no matter how much I spend Johnny gon'have me (right) Johnny gon'have me (right), yellas mixed with (white) Yo chain shinin in the day but look at mine when it's night You see the differance in the rocks they look like blocks Red, white, and blue diamonds got me lookin like the cops (Sirens) everybody pullin over cause they think they gettin stopped Oh mybad that's my chain and my mothafuckin watch (Lil' Flip) Heh that's how we doin it man, Lil' Flipper Play-N-Skillz on the track this that shit that make niggaz bounce If you in a drop top make that mothafucker bounce Stick ya mothafuckin pinky ring out the window cause (shinin) southside, (grindin)northside, (diamonds)eastside (never mind them) westside Haha that's how we do it man Lil' Flipper underground legend U Gotta Feel Me, U Gotta Feel Me I ain't fuck off my budget U Gotta Feel Me Haha WOOOOO!, yeah ya'll buyin them ol'high ass tracks I'm like fuck it shit I ain't settlin I'll fuck wit Play-N-Skillz haha bitch bitch |
||||||
| 8. |
| 5:13 |
|
|||
|
(hook)
(they call him little flip)whos the 1 had yall leanin 2 the left? (they call him little flip)who got the hottest rap album on the shelf? (they call him little flip)who went platinum wit 1 video? (they call him little flip)who smokin dro in every state he go? (they call him little flip)who made the world say i can do that? (they call him little flip)im ridin spinners on my caddilac (they call him little flip)who got every body wearin yellow diamonds? (they call him little flip)i aint baby but u no im big tymin (Verse 1) man grass green, rifin in the red jeep doin 150 niggaaa bitch u cant catch me u gone respect me, my glock 9 protect me im the 1 on how im livin wit dat candy jetski, elevators in my crib burberry in my car,i drove by the the bar, rubber on the tar cuz i like 2 show off, i usta b the class clown, but the teacher always said "flip sit yo ass down or you can leave the class now" so i left and got paid, but dont get it twisted i made strait a's, but skool didnt pay so i started 2 rap, cuz i wana ride rims i dont want no hub caps, so i picked up my pen but i rele dont need it, if i aint in that magazine then i rele wont read it i cant be defeated cuz im workin 2 hard " o my gosh that boys rims still spinnin on his car (hook) i get respect on the east i get respect on the west, i got plenty jewels on my neck 22's on my lex, im 22 years old wit 22 bad hoes cuz real playas get choseif u dont no now u no, u no i got crazy flo, n i make crazy doe, cuz wen evr im shoppin i make em close down the sto, u no we ballin 4 real nigga im tellin the truth if i evr go broke sorry im selln the clothes, but that aint gone happen cuz im gone keep on rappin n if i keep on grindin imma keep goin platinum sum people think im cappin but im jus livin my life cuz i married the streets dog and thats my wife (hook) yo that me and everything got a fee, i should be payin rent cuz i live on B.E.T.(they call him little flip)yup thats my otha nickname(daaaaaayum) das my otha big chain(they call him little flip) im in the hummer u aint redy 4 my whip games, rims so big my adapters wont fit man, look at my kicks man, all of em custom, i gotta make it cuz i cant go back 2 hustlin, im focust man, with no distraction, im multiplyin money nigga no subtraction im jus relaxin and livin it up niggaaa, u aint no pimp so give me dat cup (hook) |
||||||
| 9. |
| 3:36 |
|
|||
|
