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Crawl 2 Fast Crawl 2 furious im to fast for ya (man) Crawl 2 Fast Crawl 2 Furious im to fast for ya man You just came home from doin' a bid Tell me what u gonna do Act a fool Somebody broke in and cleaned out your crib Boy, whatchya gonna do? Act a fool Just bought a new pair and they scuffed your shoes Tell me whatchya gunna do? act a fool now dem cops trying to throu u in da county blues boy, watchay gonna do? Act a fool Talkin' bout traps, cops, and robbers It's 911 please call a doctor! Evacuate the building and trick the pigs Since everybody wanna piece of me, we gonna split ya wigs See some fool slipped up and over stepped his boundaries You about to catch a cold? Stay the fuck around me Your peeps talkin' bout wat kinda shit he on You disappear like poof, Bitch be gone You think they gonna catch me? Gimme a break I'm supercharged with a hide-away license plate It seems they wanna finger print me and gimme some years They'll only get one finger while I'm shiftin' gears I got suade on my roof, wood grain on the dash Sheep skin on the rug, only grainin' the stash Hydrolics all around me, so i shake the ride We go front, back, and side to side Some boy just tripped up and made ya spill your drink Tell me watchya gonna do- Act a fool Now your car just stopped on an empty tank Boy, watchya gonna do? Act a fool If you got late bills and you lost your job Tell me whatchyour gonna do- Act a fool If your about to get drunk and you ready to mob Boy, watchya gonna do? Act a fool Lets take it to the streets cause I'm ready to c |
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Uh huh .. uh huh ..
Don’t be scared, represent it Yo county, yo city Who you know put Chevy’s like this Candy paint and the trunk full of funk like this Dade County gone ride ... Acorss the world we gone buy em booty red wit the Louie top and the rims keep spinnin everytime I stop Murder one, I’m killin em got everybody watchin but who gone stop me? The vert game sowed up Somebody tryed some mo shit bout some ole shit T Double done switched the game Got niggaz slowin down switchin lanes Chevy boys, we like it fast So I drop at the low, heavy at the gas Before you know it, be haulin ass Bout 145 on the digital dash Dade County, gone ride ... Where ever you from, represent it Yo county, yo city Where ever you from, represent it Yo county, yo city Now how you do a Chevy like that? Had the car 3 years, ain’t paint the bitch yet? Get off ya ass and get paid If ya ain’t bout money you ain’t from Dade See this strictly for the thugs this the shit that’ll get ya fucked up A lil nigga wit a big ole car and a big ole bank Shit if it stank we don’t dance And I don’t fuck wit the krippy green I’m strictly stuck on the brown team So ask dread for the hotbread if its brown sticky send that shit my way! Worm, tell Will to send the dust get the ball wit no cut y’all catch me in the cut this is strictly for the thugs Dade County dub rida Don’t be scared to represent it Yo county, yo city .. uh huh uh huh Don’t be scared to represent it Yo county, yo city .. uh huh uh huh Question - who the boy wit the itty-bitty rims? Fuck it, I don’t care cuz I don’t even see em Dub rida, don’t y’all forget it if they got a problem wit it, tell em I said it! I got connection wit the candy store I’m lookin for the wetter look im payin forrrrr! Bet make that candy green And it better be the wetter shit they ever seeeeeeeen! You know I had to put shoes on her so I put the 22’s on her, ??? Magic City, donk back to back haulin ass got there in two and a halfffff! Whats a man witout a Chevrolet? Thats like ridin in a donk in the trunk witout funk in it In Dade County, that shit won’t get it Dumb nigga, you gotta put funk in it Homeboy whats wrong wit cha? Ridin up to a nigga wit a Power Ranger engine Now we gone race donk to donk But if ya lose, you got to ride in the trunk Don’t be scared to represent it Yo county, yo city .. Dade County, uh huh uh huh, where we from Don’t be scared to represent it Yo county, yo city .. Dade County, uh huh uh huh, where we from |
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| 3:07 |
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(Tity Boi Talking)
They'll like this here It's time to represent the slums Know what I mean 2-0(yeah) Tit (bitch) Shawnna (yeah) (Bitch) [Verse 1] (I -20) 2-0 get it right from the get go Go broke fuck around pull the kit closed Talking shit in the dec here the clip go Sit down smoke dro I'm a let tit flow (Tity Boi) This is for my nigga Bo locked in the pen Done sold caine and even raised his kids My folks in the holodome even know I'm know where in the world bin Ladin is (Shawnna) Slow down yall why did them niggaz want some And we a show them motherfuckers they'll get some I'm from the city of shitty niggaz and big girls Til we met tit and shawnna bring them the big thugs (I-20) Luda Fate Tity Ho I'm the Southside Face down ass up with her mouth wide You know the drill slangin pills tryna get green I'm 2-0 but got a m-16 [Chorus] (T) Slums (I&S) all them niggaz and them bitches with there own ends (T) Slums (I&S) who riding cutless and them caddies on them grown men (T) Slums (I&S) who's in the trap and make them papers till the folks come (T) Slums (I&S) You know that they'll never change unless they owe something [Verse 2] (Tity Boi) I'm like this corner I gotta stay bent I need every quarter I gotta pay rent I see you nigga you got fans and shit But you gotta stop shakin and get your dancin ??? (Shawnna) She hit a motherfucker straight up of the block serving rocks Trying to get in my socks before the cops see And if a nigga wanna take it to the glocks wanna shock Quicker then a motherfuckers wanna pop me (I-20) Keep it chill what you know about Scottsdale Even late fighting pits and the glocks tale Mack 10's church preachers even cops tell And now he pleading over bread cuz the block fell (Tity Boi) When I was dead broke I didn't like postas Stuntin round me might stunt your growth Draw down on four pound on Pick shawnnas ass from up off the ground holmes [Chorus] [Verse 3] (Shawnna) I wish a mothefucker would try to come test a bitch In the back ty's niggaz wanna base a bitch It's them Cadillac trucks and them lexesus And cant none you niggaz stand next to this (I-20) Drug dealer legend in my own time Nike signs happy faces and the whole nine Pop pills pop pussy poppin crist nigga Lil fate I double ludacris nigga (Tity Boi) I'm like fuck everysingle free-throw Even tho I might nigga wit a pink toe The game is fast but the cash is slow Why they wanna come to tit like he know (Shawnna) You go down the block in that black 6-4 Smoking that stuff in the pack that tit bought Project niggaz with project flow Slum ass niggaz wit them slum ass hoes [Chorus] |
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| 4:54 |
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Man we talking race cars nigga, this ain't no joke (Hello, hello) Uh, yea (Hello, hello) Fresh out the kitchen (Hello, hello) So don't touch it yet, (ha ha) its hot (Hello, hello)? Uh, we bout to cross the finish line ladies and gentlemen (Hello, hello) I suggest you common (Hello, hello) Shh shh shh shh, Woo, Shh shh shh shh, Woo (Hello, hello) Tyrese, Uh, Luda, Kells (Hello, hello, hello, hello) WHEN YOU HEAR THE... [R. Kelly] Hello [Girl Voice] Hello [R. Kelly] Hello, hello [Girl Voice] Hello [R. Kelly] Hello, hello [Girl Voice] Hello [R. Kelly] Hello PICK UP THE PHONE! [R. Kelly] Hello [Girl Voice] Hello [R. Kelly] Hello, hello [Girl Voice] Hello [R. Kelly] Hello, hello [Girl Voice] Hello [R. Kelly] Hello WHEN YOU HEAR THE... [R. Kelly] (Hello, hello) yo wassup, this is Kells (Hello, hello) Im not in right now (Hello, hello) Leave your name and number at the beep (Hello, hello) I'll get with cha (PICK UP THE PHONE!) [R. Kelly] Hello [Girl Voice] Hello [R. Kelly] Hello, hello Common [Girl Voice] Hello [R. Kelly] Hello, hello [Girl Voice] Hello [R. Kelly] Hello AHHH...Common [Tyrese] Everywhere I go, its another show Its another party, its another ho And everywhere I go, its another hommie Its another drinkin, its another room And getting that cash, its always a tailor Always a true love, always a hater When youz a star, theres never a way outR These broke ass niggaz is gon' have they hands out Im tiiiiired of the drama (Ho) Im bout to hop my ass off in my hummer (Ho) And hit |
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Comin from the top of my, dome when I'm droppin my own type of style and, ain't nobody stoppin my rise to the very top, hit 'em up with all I got Superstar, no I'm not, green weed, black glock E'rybody want a piece, dirty like a pair of cleats Niggaz run they mouth a lot, like bitches and parakeets (Whoa!) How you want it pimpin? (Whoa!) I'm so cold wid it (Whoa!) Make other boys wanna do it just because I did it I'm like a legend or, some kind of prophecy Sent here to set you free, rest play or follow me into another world, deep inside yo' own soul This shit here way bigger than tattoos and cornrows |
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| 4:20 |
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Unh.. Unh, Unh.. Chingy, gettin' it, Yeah.. Unh, Unh.... Hope you know how to get it Cuz right herre, we gon' get it, its like this... [ ] We gettin' it We gettin' it, we gettin' it (I'm gettin' it!) We gettin' it All my hustlers are... Gettin' it, we gettin' it, you gettin' it? (I'm gettin' it!) We gettin' it Just so you could start! Gettin' it, we gettin' it, you gettin' it? (I'm gettin' it) We gettin' it All my ladies are... Gettin' it, we gettin' it, you gettin' it? (I'm gettin' it!) We gettin' it Just so you could start! Gettin' it [After every line in ] [ One: Chingy] I'm on top of my game Droppin' the flame My name, got me dodgin' the fame Watchin' the dames, surround us, when we poppin' champagne Coppin' the range, plus thems got it dropped on them thangs Flossin's a shame, i'm countin' thousands, doin' some poutin' Then I'm throwin I-owa, back-stage, girls are shoutin' Haters hate, but it alright, if its a race then we won Took some yearrs, to get herre, now Mama, look atcha' son Blastin' em witout a gun, just a mic and some beat No mo' eatin' where its cheap, ad-just-in' to fine meat Women lookin' like, " that's him", like they seen the pope Wallet full of crispy bills, now I'm never goin' broke Cuz I'm... [ ] Gettin' it We gettin' it, we gettin' it (I'm gettin' it!) We gettin' it All my hustlers are... Gettin' it, we gettin' it, you gettin' it? (I'm gettin' it!) We gettin' it Just so you could start! Gettin' it, we gettin' it, you gettin' it |
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| 4:12 |
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Pump p p pump pump p p p pump Pump p p pump pump it up Pump p p pump pump p pump p pump Pump p p pump pump it up (Just Blaze) Pump p p pump pump it up We gon do it like (Uuh, uuh, uuh) Look, pump it up if you came to get it krunk With a dame and shit that's drunk You came to get it on, more than 5 O's in your bank Then get it on, roll up like that stank And get it on, slank that fitted on Came to get it on Hold up she want work that twork that Then again let me hurt that murk that Til you gotta hurt back Can't spit it out, boo you gotta slurp that Can't cuddle after we done, it wasn't worth that Joey I'm responsible for bringin Jersey back (And we bad huh) She at the bar stylin' she throwing it up She drink a little hypno, throwing it up But I'm only dealing with freaks that wanna cut Ma if you agree I want nut Camcorder, get it played late night on BET Uncut (uhh) Fellas - do your thing let me do my thang I mean - do your thing let me do my thang Shorties - move that thing, mami move that thing C'mon - move that thing, mami move that thing Hustlers - do your thing let me do my thang Please tell the DJ - pump p p pump pump it up! I see some haters grilling I see some ladies chilling I see dat girlie I been plottin to get See can hop in the whip And we can Pump p p pump pump it up OK we was leaving we was done Then she said can my people's come Here we go I see it don't stop They wanna ride in something were the rims don't stop Look baby you fine, but your girlfriends not And then she wanna hold out getting cute o |
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| 4:33 |
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We together on the same track now, baby! Whatchu gon call us now?! Holton Street, Dean Street (click clack) Prezident (uh huh) nostril out (DP's) (Marcy) Orange Al (RBGs) T-Town (Who wanna ride?) Brooklyn, Come on, Come on Sittin' in the living room on the floor Hunger pain got me on some migraine shit But I'm a maintain Nigga got 2 or 3 dollars to my name And my homies in the same boat going through the same thing Ready for our cake, steady plottin for the paper We been living in the dark since April On the candle, gotta get a handle My homie got a 25 automatic added to the gamble Nigga get the phone book look up in the yellow page Lemme tell you how we fend to get paid We gonna order pizza and when we see the driver We gonna stick the 25 up in his face Lets ride, stepping outside like warriors Head to the notorious Southside One weapon to the four of us Hiding in the corridor until we see the Dominos car headlights White boy in the wrong place at the right time Soon as the car door open up he mine We roll up quick and put the pistol to his nose By the look on his face he probably shitted in his clothes You know what this is, it's a stic up Gimme the do' from your pickups You ran into the wrong niggaz We running down the block hot with these pizza boxes So we split up and met back at the apartment Hell yeah (yo ain't you hungry my nigga?) Hell yeah (you wanna get paid my nigga?) Hell yeah (ain't you tired of starving my nigga?) Hell yeah (well lets ride then) Hell yeah, Hell yeah I know a way we can get paid You can get down but you |
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| 4:09 |
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GO!!!(*echos*)(Elite!!)
Yeah, double R uh (wooo) Come on, Crafty Plugz, what (wooo) GO!!!(*echos*) What up Amaury, yeah (wooo) GO!!!(*echos*) Haha, yeah, let's go, c'mon (Chorus) PEEL OFF If you got a system in the trunk Shoes on your whip and you rollin up a blunt PEEL OFF If you wild, racin for the dough And the flag hits the floor and they yellin out GO! PEEL OFF If you see the pigs on your tail Knowin if you get locked that you won't make bail PEEL OFF Whatchu gonna do PEEL OFF (Verse 1) When I, cruise the strip you know that it's me Split the crowd in half like Moses did to the seas 0 to 60 in 4 flat, make you look inferior Funny how my throwback matches the interior I ain't scared of ya, c'mon let's be serious Can't catch me I'm "2 Fast 2 Furious" (Part two) Bullshit walks and cash talks (What's that sound??) My low pros burnin up the asphalt Drop top Spyder in the summer I'm good Lost your words soon as you look under the hood Twin cam turbo, your man's in shock Only words comin out your mouth (Damn that's hot!) Got a spoiler on the back everytime I skate off You thinkin it's a jet that's about to take off Cash and pink slips, whole enchilada Soon as the lights turn green, you know that you gotta (Chorus) (Verse 2) I got a, need for speed, I'm freezin up time Wanna, race the kid, throw your keys on the line I'm switchin gears, never brake for the curb Cross the finish line twice before you make it to third With a fly ass shorty in the passenger side One hand on the wheel, one hand on her thigh Y'all can't see me, peekin through the tinted windows Just to get a glimpse of Francine Dee Let the, haters talk, I've been called rumors See me on the cover of the Import Tuner Lookin at the skyline, I cocked for the race Even got an Evo 8 that ain't dropped in the States This ain't for no amateurs Everytime I roll through hot imports nights it's lights, cameras Action, you know who's the headline Do a buck sixty everytime I redline (Chorus) (Verse 3) Ain't a damn thing stock, you see the difference is I'm a Pioneer just like your system is Two screens on the dash, you choose the best view Wireless control for the PS2 Skip the bullshit, and the foolishness too They say we Disturbin Tha Peace like Ludacris crew You want war? I'm settlin' the score No lookin back now put the pedal to the floor (Chorus) - repeat 2X (Outro) All my people in the place to be, uh Let me hear you say...(wooo) Uh, if you rockin with me Let me hear you say...(whaa*car drivin by*wooo) Uh, double R, uh yeah (wooo) Haha, oh c'mon (Tyrese) You ain't ready, I run these streets!!! |
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| 3:01 |
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[Fat Joe]
They shootin...This is the sound baby...We ridin on these bitch ass niggaz...Joe Crack...Here we go [Chorus] + (with adlibs from Fat Joe) La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la... This is the sound when we ride on our enemies [Verse 1: Fat Joe] I thought I told you stay back You aint listen the first time He's the one that I spit in my first rhyme Now I'm knockin' at your door With the pistols little bitch niggaz you aint ready for war, my enemies He's running scared screamin " Crack's back" So my nigga take that Niggaz tryin' to hate Crack I'm bringing '88 back We stay strapped comin' for cowards Fuck the 9's man we comin' with choppers Like brat-dat-dit-at(gun shot in background) That's the sound of them guns When we come And you run Cause you scared and you fear everything you heard about about us We murder cowards I know you heard about my words...now niggaz bow down [Chorus 2x] + (ad libs from Fat Joe) [Verse 2: Fat Joe] One time for my nigga Cool, two time for my nigga Dre The whole M-I-A I don't know what you tryin' to portray But you don't want to see them send my spray Goin' against our way Stop, admit it God forbid it The way these choppers spit it You drop in minutes(uhh) And I don't know how you dare Nigga stop acting like a bitch you scared Niggaz listen here And we aint finished until your mamma in the church Screamin "Why they took my son up on off this earth" I know it hurts And this is the sound when we ride Niggaz die When our crews collide My enemies [Chorus] + (ad libs from Fat Joe) [Fat Joe] Uhh Cool and Dre on this one Cali, Whats up nigga Ohh shout out my nigga ? All my buddies with money and gold teeth We ridin 'Fast and Furious' My nigga Shocker hit me up I said this is sound when we ride on our enemies [Chorus] till fade + (ad libs from Fat Joe) |
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| 4:09 |
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Here we go Welcome to my world nigga of Cadillacs and stacks Triple X throwbacks with my name on the back Uh, I know you see us You wanna be us With Jam Master Jay on my Adidas Plus I ride around in two-seata's I hope its cold cuz i'm comin wit my heata I'm on Fleeta doin 150 Can't you tell my cut i'm pimpin And if I hit one time shes limpin And if he trick one dime he's simpin Cause we don't do it like that over here All we do is grip grain on the stair Like Killer Mike all I do is dream about sex But when I wake up I have a dream about a check And after that I burn rubber when i jump in my Vette Yet his hoes raise up but it ain't come out yet, I'm Speed Racin On 20's (On 20's) Wheels Spinnin(Wheels Spinnin) These hoes grinnin I pulled up with the top off On 20's (On 20's) Wheels spinnin (Wheels Spinnin) these hoes grinnin Futuristic tennis shoes when I hop off Yeah, Yeah, Yeah I got a need for speed get in da truck wit me Or we can start the Bentley doin a buck fifty I'm so gangsta, chickenheads dont' wanna fuck wit me But you can love me or hate me baby you stuck wit me And I'm a flow til the police come and get me We run dis city, you can't do nothin wit me Its young red ya'll I'm rollin something sticky You see them 20's believe they worth three a penny And I ain't really got nuthin to lose So announce on 22's start spreadin the news Lets speed it up a little Hoes love to choose Soon as the spot the drop Man it gotta be the shoes The fast lane is where a nigga live ev'r night Look for the grain stay away from the red light Them old folks hear me creepin up the st |
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Oye, que vuelta come pinga? Uh, uh, uh Hey true, bang it up for the track We gon' take it to the top and that's the truth Truth hurts Ha, ha [Hook] Oye! If you broke but you still pimpin', drinkin', smokin', then say Oye, oye! If you ballin' buyin' bottles, then say Oye mami! If you pimp in your steps and your ass is fat, then say (Oye papi!) If you willin' to fight then we fuckin' tonight, then say Oye, oye! (Oye!) Oye, oye, oye! [Verse 1] Ahora que si, all the mamis pull your thongs up and party with me On the count of three, everybody claim where your from One, two, three! The Bottom, that's where I'm from, that's where I reside That's what I represent till I die Tuck your chains in, put your drinks down and your sex up and get wild for the night Pit Bull rock stikes move like a Lex truck mami you got the next stunt (Alright) Piccalo in the V.I.P. whip, four fingers in the air hollerin' for life I'm the chico that'll put it down for his people Get my hands on any and everything But I always keep my hands clean Cuz Miami's full of dirty money and dirty things [Hook] [Verse 2] Mami look good from far, but when she got close she was far from good, and I was like "oooofff" I got the vodka, Cubo's got the cranberry juice now it's time to get looooooose! Esto aqui es para los marimberos que tienen mas cadena que cuello Con dinero y una panza que parece que se comieron el lechon entero I see mami who messes with nothin' but big tymers who loves to get her "Roll On" (Roll on) Askin' me if I could get my hands on some vitamin E and I was like mami hold on But she must've loved Pac cuz she was grabbin' me, tellin' me "Papi picture me rollin" So I pictured it, and it would've been a sight for the blind to see So I gave it to her for free [Hook] [Verse 3] Verse three, I said it once and I'll say it again I want all y'all to eat but first me Get it? Got it? Good It's good that you got it cuz I got no time to be misunderstood I don't know if it's the liquor that's got me lit but damn, mami's thicker than thick If you like coke roll a dollar, snort it up If you like weed then you know the routine Roll that shit, light that shit, smoke that shit puff puff then pass that shit Mami, mami! Shake ya ass, but watch yourself Cuz - messin' with me, you might end up in a movie literally watchin' yourself, ha Starrin' yo boo, in the hit movie called Amtrack Choo-chooooo! |
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