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Parents should go out and play with their kids...
Cause we ain't no damn role models (Verse 1: Rich Boy) Right there in between Florida and Mississippi Mobile Alabama this is Rich Boy city And the bricks get flipped 'cause we close to the water If ya ain't gettin' ya dope from me, nigga ya oughta I f**ked the mayor's daughter, he hate it when I call her But I'm still ridin' 'round in that Beamer that he bought her (phone rings) There she go now But I'm busy gettin' money on the other side of town So I ain't a f**kin' john I'll split yo' wig And I ain't got shit to do wit' yo' kids Look, Rich Boy quit, doin' hardcore shit Lil' nigga, f**k school, cop five mo' bricks (Chorus: (David Banner)) I see you ballin', what's up This is a motherf**kin' stick up (We'll take yo' shit and think nothin' about it We'll take yo' shit and think nothin' about it) I'll fall off at the club wit' the thang on my waist Lyrics Lay down the whole place (We'll take yo' shit and think nothin' about it We'll take yo' shit and think nothin' about it) (Verse 2: Attitude) Let me welcome you to my world, Chevy's and dirt roads Cheap liquor, pimp niggas that work hoes Big trucks, niggas gettin' they swerve on Country niggas ain't slow, f**k what you heard homes Get a Swisher, lit it, switchin' on some killa shit Poke out'cha chest, ball up ya fist buddy ya still a bitch My niggas ignorant, foolish bunch of belligerants We hit the V.I.P. pullin' bitches and spillin' shit So if it seem like I'm buzzin' I'm sholliz F**kin' wit' my country cousin and them, from Mobile 'Bama bred backwood niggas we so trill Let the foot watch me and lil Rich gettin' in hoes' ears What it is? Damn right, we ain't a role model Half-pints to half a gallon, we drank the whole bottle That's why them hoes holla, they know I'm 'bout a dollar And they might, get to ride Impala, only if they swallow (Chorus) (Verse 3: Rich Boy) I see the kids wanna rap like me 'Cause ya see me wit' the bitches livin' life on T.V. Around in my hood, boys fillin' graves up Niggas talkin' that shit, see the techs raise up Hangin' wit' the convicts and my boy Attitude I was f**kin' plenty bitches in the back of the school Can't you tell motherf**ker I was raised by the streets F**k you studio gangstas, niggas reppin' on beats My uncle doin' fed down in Talladega bitch It ain't shit you can tell me about Lil' Rich You better take ya lil' kids to the pastor Rich Boy ain't a role model for them bastards (Bridge:) We ain't role models (we be smokin') We ain't role models (we be drankin') We ain't role models (we be f**kin' these hoes) We ain't role models (Chorus) |
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| 3. |
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This what I'm talkin' 'bout boy (Hey bitch!) Looka here
(This the A ho! This the A ho! Yeah This the A ho!) It's Alabama! Fuck talkin' get to it boy looka here Rich Boy really do it boy looka here We can buy the bar all night looka here I can show you what a stack like looka here Boy looka here, boy looka here Looka here, Looka here Off top I'mma tell ya this some playa shit A real nigga here now, better get ya bitch Yeah, 'cause big pimpin' in the house now If ya real then you know what I'm talkin' 'bout Rich Boy, I don't know what these niggas thankin' Bet a thousand shoot a thousand what you niggas bankin'? Comin' down like snow in the winter time I don't know about you but I'm gettin' mine D-I-P never, cold nigga, hell yeah Zone 4, gon' pull up in the ATL Gettin' money already know what it is Huh, don't stop bitch what the business is Get mo' ass then a lazy boy sofa Keep my toaster, warm in my holster See you got ya lil' jewelry but I'm chunked out All the hatin' playboy, get ya stomped out Fuck talkin' get to it boy looka here Rich Boy really do it boy looka here We can buy the bar all night looka here I can show you what a stack like looka here Fuck talkin' get to it boy looka here Rich Boy really do it boy looka here We can buy the bar all night looka here I can show you what a stack like looka here Naw I don't wear tight shirts wit' the cuff links See them big VS stones make ya eyes blink Say I talk slow, and I rhyme funny But I ain't thinkin' 'bout nothin' but the big money Big cake, big shrimp on a big plate Nigga so iced out like a snowflake Don't hate, big crib wit' the big lake Say she wanna taste, some of that milkshake Put'cha money where ya ass at and run that Just gettin' started nigga we done done that What you know about them folks that was shootin' it off? While y'all was lyin', runnin' and movin' ya moss Homeboy we ain't goin' for the okie doke 'Cause we'll pop it off quick wit' the gunsmoke See what I tote? Keep it in my lap If these hollow points hit'cha nigga it's a wrap Fuck talkin' get to it boy looka here Rich Boy really do it boy looka here We can buy the bar all night looka here I can show you what a stack like looka here Fuck talkin' get to it boy looka here Rich Boy really do it boy looka here We can buy the bar all night looka here I can show you what a stack like looka here Yeah I ain'tsta... don't die naan nigga Rich Boy, Alabama ex-figure Stack quicker, drank good hard liquor Fuck a squad, better have God wit'cha Cool like a muh'fucka wit' a pimp cup All my folk gettin' money put'cha rank up Yeah real deal playa, gon' ball out Come drank what'cha drank 'til ya fall out Where my girls at baby, make 'em pay mo' Gon' show a nigga how you make it shake slow Yeah, represent tell 'em who ya click Throw 'em up nigga gon' show 'em who ya wit' |
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| 4. |
| 4:24 |
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(Intro:)
Gangstas in the house Zone 4 Get money New money It's what you been waiting on (Chorus: x2) Rich Boy sellin' crack Fuck niggas wanna jack Shit tight no slack Just bought a Cadillac (THROW SOME D'S ON THAT BITCH) Just bought a Cadillac (THROW SOME D'S ON THAT BITCH) Just bought a Cadillac (Verse 1 - Rich Boy:) Rich Boy sellin' crack fuck niggas wanna jack Shit tight no slack just bought a Cadillac Took it to the chop shop Got the damn top dropped two colored flip flopped Candy red lollipop There's hoes in the parking lot But I still got my glock hot New money motherfucker don't you see the big knot Don't you see the big chain Don't you see the big grills Wonder who they hatin' on lately Baby it's him Candy paint, Gator skin seats call me Dun Dee Up in your hood I'm the one that you wanna be Haters wish they could feel the wood in my '83 Ridin' with no tint so the motherfuckers know it's me (Chorus: x2) Rich Boy sellin' crack Fuck niggas wanna jack Shit tight no slack Just bought a Cadillac (THROW SOME D'S ON THAT BITCH) Just bought a Cadillac (THROW SOME D'S ON THAT BITCH) Just bought a Cadillac (Verse 2 - Polow Da Don:) I never slip, I never fall, A lot of hoes give me they numbers but I never call A real O.G. look at V.I.P. and see a nigga ball Then after we hit the club baby then I'm gonna hit them draws I'm gonna break you off (and that's all) Every freak should have a picture of my dick (on they wall) Polow be the shit, zone 4 be the click yeah this (for my dawgs) Yeah gangsters, hustlers, wanksters, busters (Wait a minute motherfucker) (Chorus: x2) Rich Boy sellin' crack Fuck niggas wanna jack Shit tight no slack Just bought a Cadillac (THROW SOME D'S ON THAT BITCH) Just bought a Cadillac (THROW SOME D'S ON THAT BITCH) Just bought a Cadillac (Verse 3 - Rich Boy:) Hit the block on some new 10 thousand dollar wheels Kinda strange how I feel, Toucha gator on my wheel Got peanut butter ice cream petter pan seats Just gotta fresh cut Now we looking for them freaks Take her back yella bitch Make her drop them draws Imma show you how to ball Middle finger to the law So fuck them niggas what they wanna do Hating on a player 'cause my 'lac 'scade 22's. When I pull up imma park right at the front door Lean in my cup got purp in my blunt Imma real pimp Bitch I ain't playin' like a trick Just bought a new 'Lac and put them thangs on they bitch (Chorus: x2) Rich Boy sellin' crack Fuck niggas wanna jack Shit tight no slack Just bought a Cadillac (THROW SOME D'S ON THAT BITCH) Just bought a Cadillac (THROW SOME D'S ON THAT BITCH) Just bought a Cadillac |
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| 3:42 |
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(Lil Jon)
Hey! Hey! Rich Boy... Lil Jon (what's up Polow?) It's a lot of motherfuckin' bad bitches in this motherfucker (uh-huh) I think I'mma walk over to one of them motherfuckers and tell 'em this (Chorus - Sean Paul & Cutty) What it do? What it be like? (Can I get ya telephone number baby?) What it do? What it be like? (Can I get ya telephone number girl?) What it do? What it be like? (Can I get ya telephone number baby?) (Picture you naked in the back of my Chevy) (Verse 1 - Rich Boy) The cars, the clothes, the hoes, I know that That purp, that kush, that dro, we blow that we popp-in', rollin', drinkin', smokin' Puffin', passin' now, we chokin' The pa-parazzi, snap, and shoot me The Prada, the Louis, the Fendi, and the Gucci The diamonds so big she tell a nigga "look daddy" A nigga so jealous that he don't wanna look at me Nigga look at me (why ya knockin'?) We ballin' and shoppin' them bottles poppin' The rims, the paint, the ride, so fly The twen-ty eights, be sit-tin' high The lows, the highs, the mids, the tweeters Bang-in' hard, you hear, my speakers (Boom boom boom boom) the trunk be knockin' The bit-ches strip-pin', lean-in' rockin' (Chorus 2 - Sean Paul & (Cutty)) What it do? What it be like? (Can I get ya telephone number baby?) What it do? What it be like? (Can I get ya telephone number girl?) What it do? What it be like? (Can I get ya telephone number baby?) (Picture you naked in the back of my Bentley) (Verse 2 - Rich Boy) We ball, we shine, we all, be grindin' My chain, my rang, you see, the diamonds We leanin', sip-pin', drankin', pourin' Prometh-azine, that pur-ple ocean So what it do, ya know, ya boy Ya know, I got-ta keep, that toy So pass the K, I make, 'em feel me These nig-gas hat-in', tryin' to kill me The seats in the ride like peanut butter and jelly The pedal to the flo', I'm bossin' in the Chevy Ooh, what it be like baby? Show me Some hoes wanna blow me but they, don't even know me My jewel-ry sick, it's so, contagious You see, my wrist, the shit, outrageous Mon-te Carlos, and Impalas Mon-ey, rub-berbands and dollars (Chorus 3 - Sean Paul & Cutty) What it do? What it be like? (Can I get ya telephone number baby?) What it do? What it be like? (Can I get ya telephone number girl?) What it do? What it be like? (Can I get ya telephone number baby?) (Meant to be naked, we were meant to be naked) |
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Good things don't last forever baby
something bout you girl that drives me crazy aint no ifs, ands, buts or maybes you will always be my friend you will always be you will always be say you'll always be... my friend she wanna kno whats the reason im sayin she can be my friend but baby i'mma player, ain't no reason to pretend mighta seen me in MIA ridin phantom of the benz with a beautiful bitch her hair blowin in da wind (see I'm true to this shit) hopin that you can comprehend what im spittin is pimpin and the rules dont bend yup you lookin good, but yo' mind aint right some niggas been tellin ya she quite alrite you gotta suit you need to let me put this iron in your life, not the booze from behind from the side how you like i dont wanna spend forever witchu baby jus tonight if you can hop on my backseat that'll be a delight from the looks of that ass you and nigga type if you can bring me some cash, baby you mrs. right you say you gotta man and you dont know if this is right (Thats why i need you to be like polow da don!) Good things dont last forever baby something bout you gurl that drives me crazy aint no ifs, ands, buts or maybes you will always be my friend you will always be you will always be say youll always be... my friend you're the only girl that i wanna see daily and a lot of hoes sayin you could be my lady lets take it to another level, remember the first day i got you what you wanted and it wasnt even your birthday nah, now we kicked it too hard, you went to deep, you say you feel it in your heart so i'mma be real cuz you give me what i want and ain't gonna tell you that "i love you" if i don't i understand that you got a man at your crib but he don't even care or understand how you feel but if you stop comin around, and i don't see you again... i guess we could just be friends Good things don't last forever baby something bout you gurl that drives me crazy aint no ifs, ands, buts or maybes you will always be my friend you will always be you will always be say youll always be... my friend (Keri - spoken) Now ladies I know ya'll know what I'm talking about I don't want a man who's gonna be dippin in out of my life See I want a friend who's gonna be there through thick and thin You know what I'm sayin I want take it back to the Isleys I want someone who's gonna always run back to me And trust I will always be here with that good thing. if i couldn't walk again, would you still be there for me if i lost it all today, would you care for me Yea, would you write me in the pen, the kinda friend thatll be there without the benz like an angel from above god sent me you never ask me bout tha money that you leant me nah, you look good with ya body, your the type of girl that the money cant buy me |
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| 4:06 |
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| 3:45 |
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(Yeah Rich Boy man I'm pimpin' like that)
(Rich Boy) I keep flickin' these dollars girl and... you know I just got somethin' on my mind... Hold on Polow man stop throwin' money man let me see what's happenin' wit' this man (Chorus) It's one thing I gotta ask, can I touch that ass? Touch that ass, yeah touch that ass If I fly ya first class, can I touch that ass? Touch that ass, yeah touch that ass Now I don't mind throwin' cash, can I touch that ass? Touch that ass, yeah touch that ass Ya homegirl kinda bad, can I touch her ass? Touch her ass, yeah touch her ass (Verse 1) Catch me on Cheetah's wit a down dick eater Standin' on the block in a fresh wife beater Filet mignon, me and Polow Da Don Why they call you Rich Boy? Look at my charm Look at my bracelet and look at my arm Shakin' my wrist might just start a snowstorm Up in the club and we gettin' it on Poppin' big bottles and spillin' Patron D-Boys be the squad Zone 4 be the label Got a 645 wit' the satellite cable They say I wouldn't make it but I still made it happen One point three mill' and just start rappin' Yeah I got a room when you suck on my dick 'Cause if you suck on my dick you better swallow that shit Ya young bitch, niggas still runnin they mouth (gunshots) (Chorus) (verse 2) One dollar, two dollar, three dollar, four When I leave the club I take two whores Maybe one more, back to the Doubletree Hoes wanna double me and sip bubbly Let's play a lil' game, Simon Says Simon Says "why don't you give Rich Boy some head?" No lie, I'm a cool dude Not tryin' to be rude, just tryin' to touch you Yeah, I'm lookin' for that super dome I ain't talkin' 'bout the field they throw the ball on I'm a ball on, make that ass roll Pussy look like gold comin' down that pole Got the whole club out of control Fake ballers in the bitch throwin' rent money, stupid bitch I laugh at that shit, what you wanna do? I got hundred dollar bills, tens and twenties too (Chorus) (Verse 3) I'm takin' my money and spendin' it all All these thick girls that I wanna take home Throwin' big faces until they all gone While I watch all these girls take off they thong Mr. DJ won't you turn up my song Bouncin' that ass I don't see nothin' wrong One bitch, two or three bankrolls Eighty-five thousand dollars worth of Russian rose gold Take a picture of ya broad, put it in my iPod She lick it dry clean when my dick get hard Ain't playin' wit'cha baby can I get a lil' grip Spend a couple chips, I break ya off a big tip (Chorus) |
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| 3:39 |
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All I do is HIT THAT BITCH!
(Chorus) On the regular, on the regular All the time, on the regular (All I do is HIT THAT BITCH!) On the regular (You'll never find me smokin') On the regular On the regular, on the regular (Verse 1) It's a part of me, make me lust ya Makes me wanna touch ya I tongue kiss ya where I f**k ya baby girl, ooh (So how you look?) You are so beautiful (You look so good) From head to toe wonderful Your mind's incredible (HIT THAT BITCH!) (Chorus 2) You know how we do it (on the regular) How we gettin' this money (on the regular) (all the time, on the regular) All I do is HIT THAT BITCH! (on the regular) You'll never find me smokin' (on the regular) We be poppin' these bottles (on the regular) We be shoppin' and ballin'(on the regular) I can take you wherever you wanna roll, LET'S GO! (Verse 2) A full time G wit' this ballin' shit These other niggas part time playin' they skits I make ya feel good while they make ya sick From ya nails to ya hair to ya outfit You thick, you the shit girl I must admit This Rich Boy baby so the truth I spit Yeah, it's official everythang I'm tellin' ya And you won't ever see me buyin' nothin' thats regular Hey, I fell in love wit'cha look The way them lips move when ya talk got me hooked Hey, I can take ya to the top of the world Have ya body draped in diamonds and pearls, make ya my girl Come on, so we keep it on the hush Can't fight the lust I gotta touch Hey, so if you really wanna roll Hop in, wit' a playa let's go (Chorus 2) (Verse 3) We can go where you wanna go Fly out to Capedro everythang paid fo' Hey, get a room at the Larmatage Get a massage, the boy do it large Hey, so lady like, you my lady right Baby do me right, come on over here spend the night Hey, and we ain't gotta check out So let's stay it's a beautiful day to fly away Hey, do the G thang in ya G-strang I don't even pay attention to the weddin' rang No, so ride wt' me baby, get high wit' me baby You can do it, just try for me baby, hey On the regular, this how it feel to be rich On the regular, I be f**kin' ya bitch On the regular, hey hey hey OH! (Chorus 2) |
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| 2:42 |
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| 11. |
| 3:19 |
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(Rich Boy)
Here I come (Chorus) When niggas get to poppin Get get down, get get g-get get down (down) Get down, g-g-g-g-get down When niggas get to poppin (Verse 1) Money, cars, stars, they be ballin Playas, pimps, dem hoes, dey be callin Microphone check (check), one (one), two (two), four (four) Who? Da fourth is you I shut da whole block down like motherf**kin' P.D. Niggas wanna be me, dey friends come and see me Crack, rock, da block is hot Dem niggas hate'n on me for da hoes dat I got But I ain't even trippin off a trick as bit Cause ya'll motherf**kers ain't hittin off shit Broke ass nigga, joke ass nigga Mess around and be a little smoke ass nigga Rich Boy chillin Polo chillin What mo' can I say, we bout millions That's what we get, we got it good And you know we in yo hood (Chorus) When niggas get to poppin Get get down, get get g-get get down (down) Get down, g-g-g-g-get down When niggas get to poppin (Verse 2) Dem boys stillin, dem boys dealin Up in da hood, dem boys killin I'm cold, put ya sweaters on like lil Charlie Brown I got enough rounds to lay da whole place down 35-thousand dollar watch, 100-thousand dollar drop 3-million dollar spot One, two, it don't stop...bitch Getcha money hustle up Bubble 10 double up You a motherf**kin squirrel tryna get a nut (nut) From top to bottom, dem hoes, I got em Don't ask me how, don't know who shot em You snitch ass nigga, bitch ass nigga Mess around, getcha self killed little nigga (Chorus) When niggas get to poppin Get get down, get get g-get get down (down) Get down, g-g-g-g-get down When niggas get to poppin (Verse 3) Rich boy chillin Polo chillin What more can I say, we bout millions Dats what we get, we got it good And you know we in yo hood (Chorus) When niggas get to poppin Get get down, get get g-get get down (down) Get down, g-g-g-g-get down When niggas get to poppin... ...When niggas get to poppin |
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| 12. |
| 4:32 |
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(Verse 1 - Rich Boy)
I remember when I met'cha I was only sixteen Who would ever thought that me and you would get this cream? We took a lot of trips together, you stayed down Remember when we start hoppin' on that Greyhound? She say she like to play hide and seek in the ride And sure I'll open up the trunk and hide her inside She say she think I'm cheatin' wit' a girl named Jane You ain't just my babay, bitch, you my everythang I was broke but you maintained better As long as me and you together we can get this cheddar Whatever, her name white Sally I met her through my homeboy Rico out in Cali I thank Reagan for the haters when ya got hard Ya bought me jewels, gator shoes and some big cars Yeah you took me out the hood gave me good thangs Now we on a private plane eatin' chicken wangs (Chorus) (And I love you) You the reason why I ride good You the reason why I shop good, drink good, smoke good (And I love you) You the reason why these hoes choose You the reason why a nigga sprayed candy on my old school (And I love you) You the reason why I quarterback Took a nigga out the projects, put me in a cul-de-sac That's why I get it how I live boy 'Cause you took me from a young broke nigga to a rich boy (Verse 2 - Pastor Troy) And I love you babay, mwah, hugs and kisses F**k them niggas and f**k them bitches Been in this game since 1998 Nigga take the safety and shit but I'm great Maybe it's fate destiny, you tell me Damn near ten and that shit been free But I'm P.T. so I gots to cruise nigga Really ain't shit to prove to y'all niggas All the cars, all the clothes Wit' all the stars, and all the hoes First class flights a nigga live in the lights But see you in the dark, this stuff is kinda hard See where I park, valet costs a note Drop another fifty just to check my coat Probably leave wit' yo' chick, know how I do It's Pastor Disaster baby, I love you (Chorus) (Verse 3 - Big Boi) Took me from a gun totin' nigga to a Big Boi Too legit to slip now I got papers on my shit boi And not just my weapons I'm talkin' 'bout titles and deeds You payin' rent you can't afford and can't break out of ya lease I'm out of ya league, I might as well be Ivy All over ya ass like injections in a stripper's hiney Rhyming is a skill that requires timing Like dual ejaculation while my lady's riding I'm 'bout to cum (I'm 'bout to cum) at the same time You satisfied? (I'm satisfied) that's how I slang mine A generation came up under my style From penetration of the nation when I was just a child Now, who's really in the critics top five me Andre 3000 and three mo' niggas that's really fie Let me break it down, I get fly at that mouth I, stay fresh to the hosiery we 'posed to be Them niggas from the south so One to the two the three the fo' Satisfied? (I'm satisfied) Then I'mma hit 'cha some mo' (Chorus) |
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| 13. |
| 3:57 |
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Rich Boy and Polow Da Don
It?s the way that we go I wanna see you ?hey ya This is for the ladies, all the sexy ladies Get up stand up for your life I said stand up for your life young girl Get up stand up for your life Get up stand up for your life Even darkness comes to light I said young girl Even darkness comes to light young girl I said Get up stand up for your life I said young girl Get up stand up for your life Get up stand up for your life young girl Even darkness comes to light He said Even darkness comes to light Young girl Young girl Young girl Young girl It was a girl named Shanda Drove a Honda Stayed talking back and get smart with her mama The real grown type She was always right Couldn?t get along with Pops cause they stayed in a fight If it ain?t skipping school going out with grown men Better your man named Sam with a white Benz He used to take her out and buy Shanda the world And even told Shanda You my only girl One night it was late, they kissing and hugging Next thing you know they kissing and loving Two days go by and Sam ain?t showed up Now Shanda on the bathroom floor sick throwing up Mamma found out and had Sam arrested Now Shanda at the doctor?s cause she wanna get tested When the results came back it was positive That?s the thing about life; you learn and you live Get up stand up for your life I said young girl Get up stand up for your life Get up stand up for your life Even darkness comes to light I said young girl Even darkness comes to light young girl Get up yourself Get a man who ?.. Even though sometimes you may be lost girl Don?t worry about..this is your world, your world Get a man who ?. Even though sometimes you may be lost girl Don?t worry about..this is your world, your world It was a girl named Courtney She was fine as hell She was looking for a man with a lotta mail She had big dreams about the real good life And everything she wanted had a real high price Like Dolce Gabbana, Gucci and Prada So if you ain?t spend big Courtney ain?t holler She all about the dollar, but let?s go way back When Courtney was going with this hard working cat A drug dealer came along and ? Next thing you know she was taking it right We part of the reason why she at where she at Now her ex-man got a million dollar car jack His pockets are fed but Courtney is still broke Cause her old man got caught with a lil dope She stuck with two kids and no child support I did it for girls taking life for a joke Get up stand up for your life I said young girl Get up stand up for your life Get up stand up for your life Even darkness comes to light I said young girl Even darkness comes to light young girl I said Get up stand up for your life young girl Get up stand up for your life I said young girl Get up stand up for your life Get up stand up for your life young girl Even darkness comes to light He said Even darkness comes to light Young girl Young girl Young girl Get up yourself |
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| 14. |
| 4:03 |
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(Polow Da Don)
Shit, we tryna get it for real... OH! Rich Boy! You niggas better get focused... Get money muthafucka! Get money muthafucka! (Verse 1 - Rich Boy) Let me take ya through my hood where I was born and raised Where niggas tote semi-automatics, bustin' them K's Heavy guns and dope boys harrassed by the police Still gettin' pulled over and asked by the police 'Bama wasn't made for a nigga to win See the color of ya skin get'cha put in the pen It's real life, over dice, Dwayne dead and gone Sendin' niggas to the pen or the funeral home I be feelin' like the Lord'll never answer me back So I'm holdin' on my gat just in case they attack Bullet holes in ya house'll make it hard to sleep Ya see the fiends on the street want the hard for cheap 'Lotta niggas doin' life from undercovers and fake friends It's real how them penitetiary bars'll break men Niggas doin' life from undercovers and fake friends It's real how them penitetiary bars'll break men (Chorus - John Legend) It's where ya live, it's where ya play It's where ya learn, ya favorite slang Your world is, ghetto It's where I live, it's where I'm from It's where ya had, to tote your gun Your world is, ghetto (Verse 2 - Rich Boy) Can't explain how I feel growin' up in the gum Told my mama that I love her put nobody above her Doin' crimes, a hard time for food on the plate Know a couple of niggas ain't never comin' out the gate Movin' weight the only thing them street niggas know Servin' thangs at school, they never teach 'em, don't show But a .44'll get'cha money fast from robbin' Do or die situation when ya tired and stavin' Government'd never send me a dime for school So I went and started workin' like my nine my tool I'm a leader for the south, pa, open ya ears Young kids where I'm from wear permanent tears (Chorus) (Verse 3 - Rich Boy) I'm a product of the block, watch the fiends come back Got a couple white packs, 'cause they fiend for that Early five in the mornin' pigs showin' they badge Real niggas in the street still showin' they rags Speedbumps in the road start slwoin' me down See them fake niggas actin' like they know me now Got a chance to advance so I'm makin' my move Couple people still thankin' they got somethin' to prove Pay the card for the south, yeah the hood my home Told my mama I'mma leave the dope game alone On my knees every night conversatin' wit' God Niggas dyin' everyday 'cause they wanna be hard Still totin' my piece 'cause it ain't nothin' like the movies I'm wearin' my vest in case they hit me wit' the uzi Even if I take a trip around the world and back I'm representin' for the hoods, where they feel me at (Chorus) (Bridge - Polow da Don) Throw 'em up if you know what the hood like Throw 'em up if you lookin' for that good life Throw 'em up if ya... ghetto life Shit (John Legends ad-libs and music out) |
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Yeah, yeah, hey, hey hey
[Verse 1] R.I.P. Pooh Bear, that's my dead homie Fuck that other shit, hey, yeah get this bread homie Remember when they could catch a charge down in Atlanta They underestimate me 'cause I'm comin' from Alabama Martin Lee, innocent, he ain't even have a chance, They beat him in that boot camp 'til he died in that ambulance. That boy was only fifteen years old, fuck what they say he did So tell me how I'm 'posed to feel when police killin' kids? And then we can't get a job, ridin' we get them pounds If it ain't that coke then we get that 'dro and break it down See that ice, this dope man paradise Boy better think twice, that dope have you doin' life They tore down the projects, so where we gon' move next? They takin' them food stamps, they stop government checks Hey, money my motivator, my mouth my money maker Naw I don't see them haters, so let's go get this paper [Bridge 1] Yeah when you look at us just think about it, we don't own nothin'.. If we get money, we got a lil' few dollars, but our whole family tore up nigga you gettin' money for the people in ya family that ain't got nothin'.. When it's all said and done, what do you own? You don't own nothin', you don't own you... The nigga playin' basketball, he don't own that jersey, he can't even be in a commercial wit' his name on the back, so when it's really all said and done, what did you do this for? What difference did you make? [Verse 2] You see how the world changin'? Yeah, they look so dumb ain't it? Wish they just kill 'em all so now the Middle East they bangin' Preachers in that pulpit, say they teach that bullshit So know how we know it's bullshit? Same niggas I went to school wit' Grabbin' on yo' nuts and disrespectin' get you murdered Them young niggas got pistol grips, they been about they killin' shit But they all some hypocrites, haters they won't let me be When I come up to them gates, I hope you say you heard of me Now Kendrick Curtis gone, them angels took him home They gave my brother ten years, the system did him wrong Now we convicted felons, because they caught us sellin' And nine times out of ten yo' friend the one who tellin' I wanna go to Heaven, up to that Promised Land I need another chance, I wanna meet that man Money my motivator, my mouth my money maker No I don't see you haters, so let's go get this paper [Bridge 2 - Polow Da Don] Yeah! Surprise niggas! Hey we behind you nigga! Everybody talkin' 'bout they gettin' money... Y'all niggas ain't gettin' no muthafuckin' money nigga! I got millions nigga and I'm still broke nigga, 'cause that ain't no muthafuckin' money! Y'all playin' right into these muthafuckin' hands... Risk ya life everyday for some bullshit! Huh nigga? What yo' bank account say nigga? Oh that's all? Haha! [Verse 3] Hey, hey, hey They shippin' them boys off, they fightin' in Iraq It's soldiers in that war that ain't never gon' make it back Niggas this the battlefield, fake niggas scream keep it real Yeah yeah, rob, steal, anything to pay them bills Hey nigga times harder, and so we grind harder We takin' chances wit' that cocaine comin' 'cross that border Tryin' to get up out this ghetto life ain't gotta be this way Them pigs they came and kicked my mama do' in yesterday I prayed a thousand nights, I did a hundred crimes And now I'm beggin' Lord that you don't let me down this time Money my motivator, my mouth my money maker No I don't see them haters, so let's go get this paper [Bridge 3 - Rich Boy] Our Father who art in Heaven, Please Lord forgive me for that crack sellin'... Thou kingdom come, thou will be done, these niggas dumb Haha. Yeah nigga gave my brother ten years nigga... what the fuck you s'posed to do wit' that nigga they gave my uncle twenty years nigga.. matter fact they gave my cousin life nigga... I can tell ya how I feel nigga be on that muthafuckin' stand nigga, lookin' the muthafuckin' judge in they face nigga... and he gon' tell you some stupid shit like "life" nigga.. They sendin' y'all niggas on vacation nigga 'cross the nation nigga, y'all niggas caught up in the muthafuckin' hype nigga... Sellin' that white nigga... I been there, done that nigga. Nigga I'm from Mobile, nigga they call that bitch con city nigga, you bring yo' black ass there nigga, you ain't gon' make it nigga... You guaranteed to go to muthafuckin' prison bein' black where I'm from nigga, I come from the muthafuckin' impossible nigga Now y'all niggas gotta deal wit' me nigga I'm here! Zone four new muthafuckin' money nigga D Boy Squad.. Rich Boy! Polow Da Donnnnnnn! Yeah! |
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(Intro:)
Gangstas in the house Zone 4 Get money New money It's what you been waiting on (Chorus: x2) Rich Boy sellin' crack Fuck niggas wanna jack Shit tight no slack Just bought a Cadillac (THROW SOME D'S ON THAT BITCH) Just bought a Cadillac (THROW SOME D'S ON THAT BITCH) Just bought a Cadillac (Verse 1 - Rich Boy:) Rich Boy sellin' crack fuck niggas wanna jack Shit tight no slack just bought a Cadillac Took it to the chop shop Got the damn top dropped two colored flip flopped Candy red lollipop There's hoes in the parking lot But I still got my glock hot New money motherfucker don't you see the big knot Don't you see the big chain Don't you see the big grills Wonder who they hatin' on lately Baby it's him Candy paint, Gator skin seats call me Dun Dee Up in your hood I'm the one that you wanna be Haters wish they could feel the wood in my '83 Ridin' with no tint so the motherfuckers know it's me (Chorus: x2) Rich Boy sellin' crack Fuck niggas wanna jack Shit tight no slack Just bought a Cadillac (THROW SOME D'S ON THAT BITCH) Just bought a Cadillac (THROW SOME D'S ON THAT BITCH) Just bought a Cadillac (Verse 2 - Polow Da Don:) I never slip, I never fall, A lot of hoes give me they numbers but I never call A real O.G. look at V.I.P. and see a nigga ball Then after we hit the club baby then I'm gonna hit them draws I'm gonna break you off (and that's all) Every freak should have a picture of my dick (on they wall) Polow be the shit, zone 4 be the click yeah this (for my dawgs) Yeah gangsters, hustlers, wanksters, busters (Wait a minute motherfucker) (Chorus: x2) Rich Boy sellin' crack Fuck niggas wanna jack Shit tight no slack Just bought a Cadillac (THROW SOME D'S ON THAT BITCH) Just bought a Cadillac (THROW SOME D'S ON THAT BITCH) Just bought a Cadillac (Verse 3 - Rich Boy:) Hit the block on some new 10 thousand dollar wheels Kinda strange how I feel, Toucha gator on my wheel Got peanut butter ice cream petter pan seats Just gotta fresh cut Now we looking for them freaks Take her back yella bitch Make her drop them draws Imma show you how to ball Middle finger to the law So fuck them niggas what they wanna do Hating on a player 'cause my 'lac 'scade 22's. When I pull up imma park right at the front door Lean in my cup got purp in my blunt Imma real pimp Bitch I ain't playin' like a trick Just bought a new 'Lac and put them thangs on they bitch (Chorus: x2) Rich Boy sellin' crack Fuck niggas wanna jack Shit tight no slack Just bought a Cadillac (THROW SOME D'S ON THAT BITCH) Just bought a Cadillac (THROW SOME D'S ON THAT BITCH) Just bought a Cadillac |
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