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[Lil Jon:]
Yeah (Yeaaaahhhh!) Theres a lotta fuck niggas in the club tonight, (fuck em, fuck em, fuck em) But its gonna be aight, (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Cuz me and my clique we dont give a fuck nigga. Trick Daddy, Jim Johnson, Big D, Lil Jon [Hook:] Lets Gooooo! (Lets Gooooo!) If you want it you can get it let me know (let me know), I'm bout to fuck a nigga up, Lets Gooooo! (Lets Gooooo!) If you want it you can get it let me know (let me know), I'm bout to fuck a nigga up, Lets Gooooo! (Lets Gooooo!) [Trick Daddy:] If you want some, come get some, Cuz where I'm from we tote big guns, And everybody know somebody that Know somebody that know somethin bout it, And I want answers now who, what, where, When and why, See, a lotta dudes like to act a fool And all get all loud but that aint my style, And he who he gonna get and what he gonna do, Run up on me if he want to, Out there impressin his homies, But he stood up in front of his mama, I mop up the flo wit em, And I kick in the door and let the .44 get em, I got fools that'll go get em, This for him, the crew and the dudes that run wit em. [Hook] [Twista:] Gotta spit for the murderas, And the killas, And the thugstas, That be fuckin up the ballas, And the dealas, And the hustlas, Got me comin at you bogus in the V.I. While they bumpin lil jon I'm a brush ya, Its the psycho nigga twista from Chicago rollin with the Miami nigga that'll crush ya, We already been lookin for drama If a nigga try to get it to, but what if, still gotta get em, Feelin fury from my tough shit that cant never be true And no penicillin I'm telling you Trick I'm fitna steal em Got me swingin crysie and hennessy bottles, In the club with my thug homies goin for the skrilla, Don't get it twisted with that Overnight celebrity you better be scared Of me in my city I'm a killa. [Hook] [Trick Daddy:] I ain't that rappin type arright, And I that actin type arright, This sulphane in my script, I'm a play on you and you just a square, See, once that hennessy into Me the whole industry is my enemy, If you aint no ten to me or friend to me, Bitch don't pretend to be, I'm strictly for the thugs, I'm part of the streets and straight out the hood, That moments ghetto (ghetto), Got me deep in gats for you wheezly cats, I'm straight out the county of Dade, Played on fire nigga M-I-A, Never gone south of the border, Americas most wanted you gonna get slaughtered. [Hook 2x] [Trick Daddy:] The AK go chop, chop, chop, chop The SK go fire, fire, fire, fire The AK go chop, chop, chop, chop The SK go fire, fire, fire, fire |
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I know 'Pac woulda loved this one here
<i>[Chorus: Trick Daddy]</i> This gangsta livin, weavin dope dealin, oh how it's changed It's gettin strange, and dangerous, but that's the way shit goes <i>[Trick Daddy]</i> This nigga needs no introductions I'm on this book, and I'm stuck, I'm really the wrong one to fuck wit See T-Double known for startin problems but K-cutter be the problem solver, if I sell you a book nigga stick it Cause for every you check you slippin they can call me Flipper I only I missed a few niggaz (uh-huh) But he lost a couple more vis-a kidney and his liver Had to tell him mind me a nigga I was like uh-huh, click click, c'mere, don't run nigga All I wanna know is Where yo' connect, where the sack, where the money where the blow is I heard papi got them freighters Now either he gon', give 'em to me, or a nigga gon' take 'em The dope game's just too overrated And to tell y'all the truth a lot of y'all ain't gon' make it Done went from crack slingers to R&B singers Before the mic's on, you was already singin It's just a song was a big hit He named me and his bitch on the remix <i>[sing]</i> <i>[Chorus - 2X]</i> <i>[Trick Daddy]</i> And to hell with bein a man about it Shit they got fo' niggaz and one gun, fuck bein 21 Somebody better tell 'em And put him up on {?} somebody fuck around and kill him You see cause snitches get stitches And there ain't that much of a difference between tellin and snitchin And I ain't gon' keep on talkin to you niggaz I'm gon' walk right up to you niggaz and go off on you niggaz And I ain't leavin no witnesses And don't get drunk and confess to none of y'all misses See I know how to control my Hennessy I speak no ingles, play crazy like them Dominicans See cause poppa was a rolling stone He said, son get your gun, it's a war and it's on So y'all go on and bob your head to the song Throw up the 4's for the niggaz, that's dead and gone <i>[Chorus - 2X]</i> <i>[Trick Daddy]</i> I'm tired of smokin 'bama-ass weed Niggaz out there sellin backyard boogies full o' stems and seeds They whoopin the rocks and we compressin the coke They makin it hard for them {?} to smoke I went to jail tryin to get high; nigga told me to go to hell went and called him, told him come get me out So our father, who art in heaven It must be the devil cause somethin wrong with these niggaz Nope - and crazy ain't the word They say the stupid shit like Trick why don't you front a nigga a bird Fo' what, so you can smoke it up? Impress hoes, buy clothes, and make a nigga come fuck you up? The game hard on a player You coulda started with a block and now workin just for quarter fare With all the cards I sold the hoes left me all by myself And the game don't even care! <i>[Chorus - 2X]</i> |
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Heh, y'all remember back in the days
When niggaz used to get they ass whooped for snakin cars And had to go strip your own switch off the tree These are the days <i>[Chorus: Trick Daddy + (singer)]</i> (These are the days) These are the days (when we parlay) When we parlayed (just me and my team) Me and my team (out there livin our dream) Ha, ha ha, Lord (look how far we've come) Look how far we come (doin what we love) Doin what we love (cause these are the days) (ballin, we gon' hold on) <i>[Trick Daddy]</i> And I remember back in the days, if you ain't like a nigga You let him know, then you asked for a fave And then he coulda got a head up Me and you after school in the front and we can tear it up And everybody gon' know about it Yep, so put down your set, and shut up, and be sho' about it Cause everybody done lost one But don't come home cryin unless your ass mind another one And your ass better fight back And you bet' not run and let it get back to mom Cause, daddy ain't made no punks (uh-uh) And, momma ain't raised no chumps (no way) So, go 'head for what you know Cause a lil' childhood fight's alright, but that's as far as it goes Cause tomorrow we'll be best of friends Never ever disagreein, now that's a friend, c'mon <i>[Chorus w/ minor variations]</i> <i>[Trick Daddy]</i> Now leave the guns and the crack and the knives alone It's, T-Double on the microphone, and I can see trouble right in front your home Far as the kid's concerned, let him live and learn And let him grow to be older than us Teach him more than gangbangin, drug deals and hold-ups And slow up, hold that drinkin just a little bit And when they wanna get high, just let 'em hear this And let 'em hit it 'til they OD Cause when they sober up, they gon' love and respect us Now we havin mo' doctors, lawyers Teachers, preachers, and deep-sea explorers C'mon <i>[singer]</i> These are the days, Lord these are the days These are the days (these are the days) Lord these are the days (for the thugs) <i>[Trick Daddy]</i> Whatever happened to the momma and daddy jokes And why you cuss so much, right in front of these old folks That lady about seventy-five years old That's twice my age, and fo' times yours I know momma taught you better than that Believe stuff like this'll give the ol' girl a heart attack Always hollerin about child abuse and child neglect Where the hell did you get that? Shit the last time I checked You ever lost self-respect, you got it put on your ass for that And it happened right there where it went wrong Part one's now, part two's at home So from now on, it's yes ma'am or no sir Put that behind you, questions and answers Followed by thank you or no thanks Or father may I be excused without bein rude <i>[Chorus w/ minor variations]</i> <i>[ad libs]</i> <i>[Trick Daddy]</i> Hold on, so this here should teach you a lesson y'know Kids, y'know listen to your teachers at school and Parents, need to pay attention to your kids at home Therefore uh, know how to be hard on a child abuser Child neglecter, where e'rybody nobody call HRS on us Beat they lil' bad ass when they get out of line That's what my momma did - fo' sho' Ain't nuttin wrong with a lil' ass whuppin The swellin gon' go down and the bleedin gon' stop But your ass'll be alive, I'll bet you that And umm, I put that on Pearl |
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<i>[T]</i> Whassup little man, what's wrong wit'chu?
<i>[T]</i> Why you lookin so sad - what's wrong? Man, I went to school today and the teacher said I couldn't be no rapper <i>[T]</i> Say what? Why she tell you that? She told me I had to be somethin, that's more realistic like I could actually be, like a construction worker or somethin <i>[T]</i> Man, construction workers ain't realistic man <i>[T]</i> You can't be out there done sawin all day, boy it's hot out there <i>[T]</i> Man, just keep on goin to school, get your education <i>[T]</i> That way, you can be anything you WANT to be <i>[Chorus: sung]</i> I just wanna sing, can I, sing you a song I bet you'll love it (I just wanna sing) yeah yeah yeah (I-I ain't askin for much) <i>[T]</i> Well go 'head then I just wanna sing, can I, sing you a song I bet you'll love it (I ain't askin for much) <i>[Trick Daddy]</i> Listen; I just wanna make music, I just wanna verse or two In fact, man, I wanna be a rapper too And I could probably sing the blues Cause I got problems too, plus I growed up in the projects too Well can you put me on your soundtrack? Cause I got a good theme song that Betty Right could probably sing on Yo, I just want a chance at stardom I just wanna be more than a thief or robbin Well, what about a remix? And I could probably make the beat and get it done all in less than a week And make it clean for the radio, so the kids could watch the video Yo, but y'all don't hear me doe Man, I just want a crack at it If I fail I'll be back, cause I refuse to be a crack addict I wanna prove the critics wrong What started off with a poem done turned it into a song Now I'ma sing it for you <i>[Chorus w/ minor variations]</i> <i>[Trick Daddy]</i> Listen to me! I wanna be a legend one day, that way I can be put in the same category with Barry White and Marvin Gaye And have a tribute dedicated to me Sell platinum records and win Grammys so that the world can see you could be anything that you want to be Play sports or make music, just put your mind to it And yo, I ain't the typical 'American Idol' But when I'm done, I'm sure the boy Simon'll like me Everybody can't act rap, and no matter how real the dream seem e'rybody can't sing But, there's another Michael Jordan or Tiger Woods somewhere right in the hood, plus Yo you ain't never seen a, meaner team of tennis players than Venus and Serena So, it's people like that that helped people like me And they gave me the courage to sing, so I'ma sing it for ya <i>[Chorus w/ minor variations]</i> <i>[Trick Daddy]</i> I wanna do commercial and TV shows I wanna blow and sell records like the BeeGees sold And I don't really need a chaffeur, I don't need a maid or a cook Just a vacumn cleaner and coasters And I can cook and clean for myself - with the right promo team I feel, I can really do big things, and I could probably write me a book With all the stuff I got to tell 'em, it's got to be a best seller And it's way deeper than a Coke and a smile Why go to schools when the teachers ain't helpin us out? My art teacher drive a Benz but he ain't bein artistic I got music second period but the class won't listen I wanna sing <i>[Chorus w/ minor variations]</i> <i>[Trick Daddy over Chorus as it repeats]</i> So, to all the kids All the mothers and fathers, sisters and brothers of the world Y'know? Our kids need encouragement We need a reason, y'knahmsayin? Let's show 'em somethin, let's give 'em somethin to look forward to So all you teachers that ain't doin your job, y'all step aside Cause I got a little brother and sister that's gon' grow up one day and be a teacher, and she gon' actually TEACH somethin Y'know? She gon' make it worth comin to school y'know? It's deeper than free lunch now I just wanna sing I used to be just like you But thank God, we got greater later |
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<i>[Chorus: kids singing]</i>
Children hold on, to your dreams Believe in love, let love be the light to show the wayyyyy And love will shine on you one day <i>[Trick - speaking over kids]</i> Hold on, to your dreams at least And believe in love It'll show you the way, it'll show you the way That's right, uh-huh <i>[Trick Daddy]</i> God bless the souls of those that impose a threat Better yet, let's forget 'bout this foolishness And though I never asked for forgiveness If you wanna pray to him, here's some things I might say to him Lord thank you for my wife, my father and mom And God thank you for my daughter and son You know the devil he's been doin us wrong And I love both of my kids, but they momma can't raise 'em alone And yo, I just want a better understandin There's got to be another way to handle it And well we got to be mature about it We both made our mistakes, and can't no one get us out it My little girl's a little lady And though she often act crazy, she still my baby And I anticipate the day that I can see the smile on her face when she speak to Little J <i>[Chorus]</i> <i>[Trick - speaking over kids]</i> Hold on, to your dreams, you gotta believe Believe in love - that's right Believe in love and the Lord It'll show you the way okay, it'll show you the way, just lead Shine your heart on it (America has a problem) <i>[Trick Daddy]</i> You see the problem with the world is That there's way too many faces and way too many races They done even managed to modernize slavery They clonin little babies, these people goin crazy And white America's on high alert Black America's still starvin and livin in public housin You still eatin off your food stamps That's why one out of every three black boys end up in boot camp And not to mention the ones we'll be missin Let's face it, e'rybody can't make it And e'rybody wanna escape it (no way) But if it's thug life we live, then thug life it is But just remember, somethin gotta give That's why, so many and die and, so little live I can't explain it, but that's how it is And God forbid, but it is what it is <i>[Chorus]</i> <i>[Trick - speaking over kids]</i> Hold on, to your dreams, and believe in 'em Feel the strength, I know He'll show you the way, he'll show you the way He'll show you the way <i>[Trick Daddy]</i> The Lord have mercy on 'em For they young and dumb, and that's why I come to pray for 'em Though some of us are better than most of us You can't involve the kids with our differences And since memories are all we have Don't you agree that all little kids deserve to laugh? I'm, teachin the facts about our black leaders Cause they be strong people, just keep readin, it gets deeper We're all God's people So regardless of color and race, we all is covered in grace And you gotta be stronger than most Therefore, we only supposed to go when we chosen Cause God for the thugs too Just be sincere at heart and dawg, God'll still love you So to all my fallen soldiers, the struggle's over All in the name of Jehovah <i>[Chorus]</i> <i>[Trick - speaking over kids]</i> Hold on, to your dreams, c'mon, y'know Believe in love, and love be the light I know, you know, that's right - he'll show you the way I know, it'll shine on you, c'mon And just pray with me, sing with me, c'mon Sing with me, c'mon Believe in love - he'll show you the way I know you will - he'll show you the way, okay? Just believe and pray This is for Me'da'buta |
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| 7. |
| 4:20 |
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<i>[Trick Daddy]</i>
This one goin out to uhh, that nigga Bub (the game done changed) Young Black Boy, Rick Growley, that nigga Wayne Parker (ha ha) You know, all the niggaz I know that was told on Yesterday's, killers, today's fuck niggaz huh? <i>[Verse One]</i> My lifestyle's quite complicated I'm an ex-drug dealer, corner sto' nigga, still mob affiliated I'm disrespectful, ill-mannered and quite fiesty That's why fuck niggaz and slap bitches never did like me But Lord, if you're listenin, please God forgive me If I end up doin one of these niggaz out to ruin me and kill me But the devil leaves me only a few choices I gotta kill him or he'll kill me, y'all niggaz don't hear me See y'all got choppers that's splittin when these niggaz go to {?} sippin and set trippin like (FUCK NIGGAZ LISTEN!!) I'm just doin my thug thizzle, and I ain't fuckin with a nigga So why they fuckin with a nigga huh? I guess it's part of the strip, where you step out of line get flipped out the lip, fuckin 'round get killed So let them niggaz know I'll never forget 'em Through the rain sleet or snow, I'll always remember yo <i>[Chorus 2X: Trick Daddy]</i> You never know, you never know You never know, you never never know You never know, you never know that know that.. (know that..) <i>[Verse Two]</i> And even though my, childhood was low budget, shit Some of the shit I couldn't have, I wouldn'ta have if the niggaz wouldn'ta took it I wanted things my momma couldn't afford And that's crazy, cause as a little shorty it made me even want it more But now the police got the spot hot Doin an undercover drug ring, sellin X pills and cocaine And some sets up a reverse thang; what makes it worse is that them jerks lost they spine against my own team I heard how bad them boys really want me But most likely, they gon' indict me, for keepin it real homey After all, I done exposed a few of they rats And done told on a few cats to get a few years up off they back And all the shit that I can tell 'em, tell 'em Two times convicted felon so, ain't much I can sell 'em Plus I'm a slug and my third strike's my whole life I know the money's lovely but hell I'll hold tight cause <i>[Chorus]</i> <i>[Verse Three]</i> (One murder comin right up) Who got beef for the Daddy Dollars And wearin wires around they collars Yo, y'all fuck niggaz I'll stop ya And I declare war on any pussy boy And tell his momma his son a whore Him give dem crackers what dey lookin for See the Boogie Man's got a backup plan And I'll, back up sprayin, so y'all don't act up man I was just a law-abidin citizen And I never been a shit started, but I been well known to finish it See, and you can fuck around, and have a whole truck of young stupid muh'fuckers, 'cept that now they lookin for ya And all they need is a minute in the clear Where all the witnesses in they ass done be worth a whole life chance So y'all keep playin all the crackin, den throwin bricks at 'em The next bitch they catch, bet they ass sendin matches You never know, cause they never know, and they never will Why? Cause real niggaz never tell, c'mon <i>[Chorus]</i> |
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<i>[Cee-Lo]</i> Uh huh
<i>[T-Dubl]</i> Yeah <i>[Cee-Lo]</i> Aw man I got a sweet tooth, can you dig it <i>[T-Dubl]</i> After this one you gon need a root canal then <i>[Cee-Lo]</i> I love sugar all of it <i>[T-Dubl]</i> This one for all the clean, decent women <i>[Cee-Lo]</i> Lay it on me girl <i>[T-Dubl]</i> Pay Close Attention <i>[Hook: Cee-Lo]</i> She put that sugar on my tongue Shes gonna Gimme gimme some She put it right there on my tongue (Sweet Sweet, Lover Lover) Right there on my tongue (She turns me on, like no other) <i>[Trick Daddy]</i> And gimme some of your butter pecan Put it right there on tip of my tongue, hold it Right jeeeah Cuz baby, if I bite you I bet you like it French Vanilla's a hell of a flavor for me With strawberries, two cherries and whipped cream The best things are the wet dreams And uh, the rest is just a flick without a sex scene Orally, I speak the truth Cuz the blacker the berry The sweeter the juice Cuz, Florida oranges and Georgia peaches When they nice and ripe, they the best for eatin' Southern boys we crave for old slice of pie after they main course So if you game for it I came for it I got a thing for ya That I can't ignore <i>[Hook - 2X]</i> <i>[Ludacris]</i> She put that sugar on my tongue, tongue Yippie Yippie, Yum Yum Goodie goodie gum drop Put me in a tongue lock Did it till my body went numb, numb Laid her on her back, back Turned her round, gave her bottom a smack, smack She's a woman from the block with the best of weave But I won't stop till I'm pullin out tracks, tracks It was lust at first sight And she couldn't help sayin that she wanted to get with me And my size was just right Cuz she wanted a man with a little sec-ur-ity Said I been around the world twice And my name ring bells from Atlanta to Sic-i-ly Said she wanted it all night So put the bubbles in the tub and Ludacris and me <i>[Hook - 2X]</i> Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeeeah Yeeeah Yeah Yeah Yeah <i>[Trick Daddy]</i> Sweetie you look so incredible So delicious and so damn edible All I need is some honey or syrup With a lil' butter to rub down all your curves And no need for the lemonade Just a twist of lime and some grape Kool-Aid Can I call you Caramel? Cuz I'm bout to go coo-coo to taste your Coco Puffs One bowl ought to fill me up But that milk gotta be cold enough So supper time that'll hold me up I might choke myself if I don't slow it up, but Honey, you look like a honeydew melon Or strawberry with the whipped cream filling Of the top part of the peach cobbler But uh, the fruit platter ought to do me better <i>[Hook - 2X]</i> |
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| 4:52 |
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| 10. |
| 3:15 |
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<i>[Trick Daddy]</i>
We gettin dollas (dollas,dollas,dollas,dollas) Yours Truly,I know ya'll been waitin' for it And it's about time,ain't it? What I'm a need ya'll to do cause I got what you want I want all the bitches to report to the dance floor Right Now I need a bitch to make that ass ? Make it clap,tune it up and shake it a lil' faster One cheek at a time,left cheek,right cheek,do it all to da beat It's easier on ya g-string, and you can free ball Bitch and you ain't gotta wear drawers How low can you go? Look back at it , and make it jump like a jack rabbit Take it down down to tha flo' Shake ya booty break it down get low and low work the flo' like a runway now vogue wit it,point a nigga out and tell him come get it boom boom skeet skeet goddamn now grind on it,bitch bounce up and down on it let him hit it from the back put a arch in ya back and let him hit it like that <i>[Chorus]</i> Now to the beat just jump on da dick <i>[Khia]</i> Don't eat,sucka suck on da clit <i>[TD]</i> That's right just jump on da dick <i>[Khia]</i> all night sucka suck on da clit <i>[TD]</i> just jump on da dick <i>[Khia]</i> sucka suck on da clit <i>[TD]</i> just jump on da dick <i>[Khia]</i> sucka suck on da clit <i>[TD]</i> just jump on da dick <i>[x2]</i> <i>[Khia]</i> sucka suck on da clit <i>[x2]</i> <i>[Khia]</i> Hush,Shut up don't say nothin WhenI'm ridin in,slippin slidin in, and the more you in it the better it gets and it's it to you how wet it get,and it's up to you how many ya get My nigga you don't know who you fuckin wit Who you suckin up,who you love to fuck You see a bitch like me I neva stopI like to take it from the bike and ride on top All night,all day I'll be on my way When you call,if ya call all you to say (Jump on the dick) Bitch do yo thang And imma get fucked up and suck ya up So what you think about that,you wanna give it to me? Then baby show me what you got and give it to me cuz.. <i>[Chorus]</i> <i>[Verse 3]</i> I'm ma playa well know dick layer Talk out a bitch out her pussy don't pay her Hey(hey) what you say? Good pussy bitch slang it this way You don't like niggas hold you gay Keep ya mouth open bitch and turn this way Lemme stick somethin it you in it you like You can spit and slob but don't bite You like when rap hits a mic, so spit a lil somethin that a nigga like Turn ya ass ova and tho in bike,cuz dick and pussy they love to fight If a notha pussy jump in it's on tonight No child support bills,so swallow my kids ho <i>[Chorus]</i> Don't say nothin |
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| 11. |
| 4:04 |
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Good evening ladies and gentlemen, hehe (ladies and gentlemen)
This is yours truly T-Double, and umm first of all I would like to introduce to y'all, one of my first cousins He go by the name of Jazze Phizzel, Washingtonzel, c'mon <i>[Chorus: Jazze Pha]</i> If you want it you got it, foreva (y'all put y'all hands together) Baby this is no one night stand (uh-uh, no way, no how, uh-huh, c'mon, c'mon) If you need it you got it, whateva (c'mon, mm-hmm) Baby we can just fly away (just fly away, fly away with me baby, c'mon) <i>[TD and JP ad lib]</i> <i>[Verse One: Trick Daddy]</i> Now I ain't ever been a man with manners But I, think I can handle, bein a lil' romantic Now we can Crist' it up or Moet it I can kick gangsta shit or get ghetto poetic What's your name lil' momma, I'm T-Double I been sent here by God, so I can look out for ya And you gon' love what I got for ya Tender lovin and care, anything your heart could spare Look here, my demeanour may seem to scare ya But baby I tell ya I ain't no ordinary nigga I'ma, a little Marvin Gaye, and Barry White, and Teddy P Mixed in with a little Billy Dee And this is a gentlemen's song And little children, girls and boys, I'm sendin 'em home When I say turn off the lights, y'all turn 'em off I'm bout to deal with your issues while I get'cha right, c'mon <i>[Chorus w/ new Trick Daddy ad libs]</i> <i>[Verse Two: Trick Daddy]</i> Leave me your number and I'll holla back You prefer your pet name, nickname, no big thang girl, I'll call you that Won't be no problem with no other woman Cause you the one I chose, in other words, fuck dem other hoes And if a man, gon' be a man, are you really a wo-man Is this really what you want, and is you sho'? Are you ready to be committed? Do you plan on spendin the rest of your life with a nigga? Have you even thought about it, weighed out all your options Made your mind up with no doubt about it If not, we oughta talk about it But stick with it, don't let dem sick bitches, talk you out it Cause baby I'm in love wit'cha And I couldn't stand to see you with another man, so Dearly beloved, we gathered here today Homey to marry and see a couple in thug matrimony <i>[Chorus w/ more new T-Double ad libs]</i> <i>[Verse Three: Trick Daddy]</i> I need a woman that's down for me, one who'll love respect and honor her nigga, do it all no matter what Just one lifetime - wouldn't be long enough for us to be together, at least not for us And if I'm ever in a jam, be there for me And keep it real with a player cause you care for me With no strings attached, when you rub on my back Greasin my strap, kissin my neck baby I'm lovin that I got this thang that I do with my tongue I wanna do it to you, but it might make you cum But it'll cure you of your back spasms Have you floatin while your motion in your ocean gotcha backpedallin And we can take it to another level And get elevated, gettin way mo' creative And you can slap me if it makes you happy But if you scratch and bite me, that only shows me you like me See, we can do big thangs I make you scream my name and blame it all on the whip cream And if you're down with me, I'll have you down and dirty I do my thang for certain, just tell me if it's hurtin <i>[Chorus and more new Trick Daddy ad libs as Jazze Pha sings cut out]</i> |
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| 5:14 |
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<i>[Trick Daddy]</i>
Our father who art in heaven Thank you Lord Lord thank you Lord <i>[Trick Daddy speaking over chorus]</i> That's right Y'all could stand up and rejoice now We about halfway through the road We got about another hundred years to go Thats for sure God is good thats right God is good In fact God is not good sometimes He's good all the time <i>[Chorus 2x: Ron Isley]</i> No matter how hard I cry It just don't seem loud enough Lord I hope you're hearing me This goes out to the lonely streets And all my brothers sick of crying yall <i>[Verse 1]</i> I got a letter from my nigga in prison He said he shooked them and its Too far to drive don't even worry about a visit All he needed was a couple pictures And a few dollars That way he ain't have to worry about borrying From a nigga Told me to check on his old girl Make sure its all good For her and the kids But hell I already did And then he asked me about his shorty I hate he asked me about his shorty Cause its been some years since I saw him Him not knowing his baby's momma's horror And ever since the days he's been gone She's kinda trapped in a storm But he goes on and on about when he gets home And then he mention every nigga that did him wrong Put him right back where he started at But he ain't snitched So he feels them that niggaz in his click They ought to pay for that He did his time day for day without turning snake Cause real OG's don't even take pleas <i>[Chorus 2x]</i> <i>[Verse 2]</i> See when I pray I pray for everybody I pray that God bless America That way these terrorist can't tear us up But I'm sick and tired of a lot of other things And the bottom line is We gotta set examples for the kids We first ought to teach em love Cause these days us niggaz got Too much hatred installed in us The radio and TV they just can't get enough This great big old world I guess it still just ain't big enough But y'all listen cuz I'm holding on playa The Lord ain't brought me that far Just to drop me off here Y'all keep arguing about religions While y'all referring to y'all old books of the bible Y'all all out to miss the last bus to heaven See everybody gonna wait Aint gonna do be no fighting, no pushing, no cussing Nope not at the gate Cause everybody gonna meet there Niggaz you ain't even like in your first life They gonna walk by you and speak So <i>[Chorus 2x]</i> <i>[Bridge - Ron Isley]</i> No matter no matter no matter How hard I cry how hard I cry Oh no matter how hard I cry Ooh Yea <i>[Verse 3]</i> Even and 'Pac and Biggie become the best of buddies Invest some money stay together in heaven I know them niggaz gonna have so much gangsta shit to tell me And its gonna feel so good seeing them together So I'm sending my deepest condolences To those who lost family members To the hands of the men that befriend us Y'all remember we all in this together But whosever ain't forgiving Y'all gonna have hell getting in heaven <i>[Repeat Chorus till fade]</i> |
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| 4:00 |
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<i>[Intro: Cool & Dre]</i>
Good god, a ha ha Yo Trick I think we done did it again man (<i>[echo:]</i> of course, of course) Miami's finest, T Double D (haha haha) Y'all know who we be <i>[Chorus: Cool & Dre]</i> I wanna be your homie, your homie, love, and friend I wanna be your boy that you holla at night on the weekends (ooh baby) I wanna be the 'G' that your girlfriends brag about, that's what talkin' bout Ohhh girl come and let me show you what a thug's about <i>[Verse 1: Trick Daddy]</i> I ain't the type of nigga, who get a little bit of cheddar And start hanging on the beach and think he better than the next nigga (next nigga) Though I'll prolly go to Bay Harbor about Gucci, Louis, or Prada For my wife son or daughter, yeah (wife, son, or daughter) They gon talk about us, you should expect that Look at them bitches, they broke, they can't afford this They still livin' with they momma and they wonder why niggaz fuck em' And won't do nothin' for 'em Pump ya brakes lil' mama, some are down to bitch Stay out my face if you ain't got shit good to say And my wife don't like ya (don't like ya) Matter of fact when she see ya, she might wanna fight ya Ho, I tried to keep it real witcha' (keep it real witcha) But by ya runnin' ya mouth and takin' pills, I can't deal with ya Bitch you got real issues (real issues) and I'm a real nigga Deal wit' 'em and I wanna chill witcha <i>[Chorus (w/ adlibs from Dirtbag)]</i> <i>[Verse 2: Dirtbag]</i> Now you ain't neva had a stunna You ain't neva had a gunna You ain't neva had a dirty ass gangsta motherfucker Now you glad you did First you was scared Poppin champagne bottles, go on take a swig You see this life I live is for the real and not the fake So when we walk the streets girl I'll make ya feel safe (huh) I know you lovin how I'm thuggin all dayyy Your momma hate me but she thank me when the rent payyyed Say my name and watch how ya friends act I got a brother and a cousin they can get at First you was shuddered wit niggaz that get in trouble Then I got you in the cover no other did it so betta Tropical colors on ya dresses impresses me I ain't worryin' about yo 'exes' come flex with me YEEE!! Girl what's gooood You lookin' for love and now you found it in the hooood <i>[Chorus (w/ adlibs from Trick Daddy)]</i> <i>[Verse 3: Trick Daddy]</i> You see the problem is You accept too many promises (too many promises) And you subject yourself, where you can't help yourself But I'm here to help (I'm here to help), so tell the busta to step And baby have no fear cuz "Thug Life" is here And I got a remedy for you to get replenished in But hot showers, clean towels, and a double hennessey And I hope you got plenty energy Cuz' when K-9 these felines, shit gets finicky (whoa, haha) Anyways, I got plenty ways, to make ya stay But Im'a keep it straight, it's better that way I'm better gettin' wetter that way And I'm bigger than ya last, and we gon' need "Magnum" In fact I'm ready right now (right now) We can get butt naked and I'll hit it right now (right now) But we homies, so let's stay homies (stay homie) Conversation only Okay homie (okay homie) <i>[Chorus (x2)]</i> |
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| 14. |
| 4:40 |
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<i>[Trick]</i>
If I ain't a thug, you think I aint a thug then tell me what I am <i>[Chorus w/ Trey Songz]</i> cuz if I aint a thug, why do I feel this way why the steets stay on my mind since I am a thug, why do y'all get so mad why can't cha'll accept that, it's my life <i>[Trick]</i> If I ain't a thug then y'all tell me who is how many other mutha fuckas y'all know can do this yea I'm a thug fo ever and I never ever disrespect the game or cross one of my niggas (listen) slippin' already cost one of my niggas so I better select the fools that I be chillin' wit and I don't know nothin', didn't hear or see nothin' I can't remember, but yet still I won't forget 'em I'm from the dark side, born and raised in a thug life and I'm out the city from the drug dealers and wise guys if I ain't a thug, then you explain it cuz how come a young nigga livin' so dangerous and why my name always somehow involved in stuff it's obvious, y'all can't target us yea I'm a thug nigga, but I ain't a drug dealer Three time convicted felone, so should I know better <i>[Chorus]</i> <i>[Trick]</i> From day one I've been thuggin' and I'm lovin' every minute of it So all you crittics and haters I'm sayin mutha fuck ya I don't like ya, and therefor I don't trust ya You couldn't shake me up, now you tryin' to set me up It's bad enough we had it rough when we was growin' up You killed Pac and Biggie, now try to kill us but I throw my Fos up, cuz I'm foeva fo sho A thug rebal fo certain, that's why I never listen I ain't the snitchin' kinda nigga Yo, and I'm a different kinda nigga So you bustas can't leave me ain't no centamental nigga I'm sittin' on spinners nigga So when I'm draggin' my Denim don't you bustas try and hit em (hear me) I'm from the parts where the stars like to hear the stars Quality sound beatin down in each and every car Givin' them hell like I'm David Chappelle Prostitute boy there with plenty dick for sale <i>[chorus]</i> <i>[Trick]</i> Since I am a Thug, that's why you listen to me Cuz I'm a T.H.U.G. officially, you see A lot a niggas still doubt a nigga so when they conversatin they be playa hatin' bout a nigga but I expect them to, what else they supposed to do when they dead broke and I got more flow then they do and they mad cuz I don't fuck wit them Oh well stay mad cuz I don't kiss niggas ass (bitches) I'm too busy bein' a real nigga So if you fuck wit me you can fuck around and get killed nigga The truth is Mr. Dollars is the real deal Hell I'm the mutha fucker made county bail (yeah) And I'm strictly for the Thug cuz I'm showin off and I'm quick to straight fuck a nigga (what) Huh, pussy nigga, what For my mutha fuckin' thugs <i>[Chorus repeat till end]</i> |
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| 15. |
| 4:11 |
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<i>[Intro]</i>
form the south to the bottom, it's the brand new trick (M.I.A., down south, yo yo college park) and if u never been down south before we bout to show yall how we ridin (get up, get up) so where ever u from (yea) (let's lets go) <i>[Chorus:]</i> be like down south show a lil change for the gurls in the club that be shakin that thang and the got the young playas comin up wanna run things yall see them gurls when they in them g-strangs now everybody wanna be down wit da south (now everybody wanna be down wit da south) now everybody tryin 2 get down wit da south (now everybody tryin 2 get down wit da south) cuz in the club, (in the club) all them gurls that be shakin in the club in da club, (in the club) all the thugs they be playin in the club (ooooooooooh) <i>[Trick Daddy:]</i> yo I'm from the state where the sun shine where the women are pretty and they so fine where the dudes are rude but they so cool listen, good weather is better for a good fella and every ride will probably be on 22's or 24's on T-0's and you know like I know, we gon represent it everywhere we go and every time we drop hits, for hittin' everything we spit it gots to be the shit so gimme a fresh white tee a pair of preist jeans and some j's yall never seen man I cant help but win on heavy rotation on all of your stations down south takin over all of the charts we jus got started and will not stop <i>[chorus]</i> <i>[Trina:]</i> You aint never seen a big ol' ass like this and you aint never gon run across a badder bitch Im Ms Trina, miami's finest and you can ask your man who has the flyest playas who millionares try to buy this and I aint got shit to hide I like to squat and ride go front and back, side to side bend me over show me what you holdin and oh shit, now give it to me, gimme that big ol' dick first suck me up, and then buck me up go deeper, deeper, beat me, beat me, lets make a sequel for the naked people your whole click against my click now shake that ass, shake that ass shake that ass and make your baby daddy mad <i>[chorus]</i> <i>[Ying Yang Twins:]</i> Kaine here we come to fuck the whole floor ying yang twins kickin in your door scat like a rat when a cat comin out the house dir-ty south D-Roc my bad we done did it again trick daddy and the ying yang twins if you dont know, let me fill you in I hope you know we in it to win you didnt know we the super friends we done did another song again so i just know its on again we fonna put a joint to win yall gonna get rolled over like a bulldozer I hope you know the game over dade county the fullgest county we still run these god damn streets I dont think ima change in 10 years ima be doin the same damn thang Kaine nigga fuck hoes nigga do shows nigga get in trouble uh oh will i smoke if it aint dro hell no playa so fuck no <i>[chorus]</i> <i>[Trina:]</i> now shake that ass, shake that ass, shake that ass and make your baby daddy mad, now shake that ass, shake that ass, shake that ass and make your baby daddy mad, now shake that ass and make your baby daddy mad, shake that ass and make your baby daddy mad, now shake that ass and make your baby daddy mad, shake that ass and make your baby daddy mad |
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