Dj Kay Slay, Dj Greg Street - Six O'Clock. Vol 001 (2002) by Dj Kay Slay, Dj Greg Street (보컬) on maniadb.com

(feat. Mystikal, Jazze Pha, Qua Bo Gold)

[Hook x15]
WE GOT THIS HERE

[Qua Bo Gold]
Every since I could remember, I was a lil' ol' boy
I was ghetto natural baby, I never let em' steal my joy
Even though I had lonely days, I know he heard my praise
I didn't even know which way but yet I come all this way
I'm from red Claymore, I'm from Blessing Brook
I represent all them hood, I backwoods
Might not of been sure baby but I'm ridin' pure baby
I know if I have faith and guard maybe I can endure baby
I don't worry about facin' haters, I breaks em' off my dear
I put it on noon for life, I say we gots this here

[Hook x15]

[Jazze Pha]
Guess what we hot this year and you are not this year
Man you can't stop this here, first week in the number slot this year
Got shit on lock this year, glock gon' go pop this year
Candy toys gon' drop this year, niggas left in a maze lost this year
A pimp current gon' pop this here, the Impala don't stop this year
Ya girlfriend gon' cut this year, runnin' all up in them guts this year
We got this here, here
Y'all motherfuckers ain't ready, cut em' with the machete
Comin' down here nigga, drop top Chevy
Y'all ain't ready to mob with real heavy
Jazze Pha, the one ya love to hate
All in ya face with a slap this year
Give a fuck nigga who ya with
Nigga back on up, we got this here

[Hook x15]

[Mystikal]
The man right chea'
When I come up in this bitch ya can't stand right chea'
It's gettin' ugly, these niggas gettin' itchy
These bitches gettin' funky, it's gettin' real out chea'
Sick and tired of these niggas with the dumb shit, fuck shit
Y'all talk a whole lot of shit
But when I catch ya in the street then ya face off top
Like a man you a whole lot of bitch
I got this here
Keep ya hand out my pocket or get shot this year
Let the glock cock, snap
Watch a nigga get knocked back
Look, been about this here
I come in this bitch gully
People that smilin' stand up and rushin' the alley
And if ya prevaily
I'm bustin' they ass and bitch ya know it's there

[Hook x15]

(feat. Deuce Poppi, Trina)

[Hook 1: Deuce Poppi]
How could a thug like me get wit a girl like you
Tell me what should I do - to get a girl like you

[Hook 2: Trina]
How could a girl like me get wit a thug like you
Tell me what should I do - to get a thug like you

[Verse 1: Trina]
I'm a first class chick wit a platinum voice
See me in Bal Harbor in a platinum Porsche
I'ma stay that rich chick - never broke fa sho
You wanna send for me - baby charter the G4
That's the Leer Jet - that's how you break me off
Touchin in the cockpit while we takin off
You got me ridin in yellow Ferrari's and Harley's
Icey Bagari's, midnight manage's
"Take it to the House" - let me stretch you out
Lock you in my bedroom - I never let you out
I got you loose on X, get your mind rollin
Handcuffed to the headboard, blindfolded
Wit the candles lit - we gettin scandalous
The Maridia Suites - In Los Angeles
I'm the +Baddest Chick+ - wit that bump and grind
And I know just what it take for me to make you mine

[Hook 1: Deuce Poppi]
How could a thug like me get wit a girl like you
Tell me what should I do - to get a girl like you

[Hook 2: Trina]
How could a girl like me get wit a thug like you
Tell me what should I do - to get a thug like you

[Verse 2: Deuce Poppi]
Yea, yea, yea
You a bad lil summin - aint'cha?!
20 karat tennis bracelet 'round ya ankle
I got the chick like you - wit a lotta loot
Body cute enough disguise that body suit - just me and you
Round trip to Vegas and back
Pop Cris' - shoot dice - and make us a stack
You can drive the rest, now give a thug a try
I put you in that brand new Benz bucky eye
I aint trickin' baby girl but I break bread
You get the "Keys to the Range" like Jagged Edge
I wanna lay this pipe till ya half dead
I'll cut ya hard enough to break ya brass bed
I wanna teach ya everything that a thug learned
Doggystyle on the floor wit the rug burns
Lil' Momma if ya scurred, then go to church scared
Cause I'ma hit that thang harder than Jevon Kearse
Wha wha?!

[Hook 1: Deuce Poppi]
How could a thug like me get wit a girl like you
Tell me what should I do - to get a girl like you

[Hook 2: Trina]
How could a girl like me get wit a thug like you
Tell me what should I do - to get a thug like you

[Verse 3: Deuce Poppi]
Yea, yea, yea, yea, yea, yea, yea
Lil' Momma you finger lickin, like Roscoe's Chicken
Wussup wit this stitchin - that midnight trickin?
Yo body, I wanna ride like a Ducati
Like Kawasaki, mami don't get 'ocki
Plus I'm thick stocky and my wrist rocky
Just get on top me till that oochie get sloppy
Mirrors on the ceiling, look up, you can watch me
When you feel that nut comin, scream (Deuce Poppi!!)

[Trina]
Best believe - playboy when I lay witcha
I got "69 Ways" to play witcha
I'm a rich chick - I don't need ya bread
All I need is yo head 'tween my legs
Tell yo girlfriend you comin' home late tonight
You straight the night - I'mma get this thang actin' right
Admit it - I'm the best that ever did it
Anytime - any place - you know a chick wit it

[Hook 1: Deuce Poppi]
How could a thug like me get wit a girl like you
Tell me what should I do - to get a girl like you

[Hook 2: Trina]
How could a girl like me get wit a thug like you
Tell me what should I do - to get a thug like you
[x2]

(feat. Ludacris)

[People talking in the background]

[Ludacris talking]
Yeah, they never seen that shit comin'
Greg Street and Ludacris, Georgia to Texas
All over y'all ass
Dirty South nigga, check it

[Ludacris]
Now I'm an honest ho and all my hoes is honest
Luda make you brace yourself like orthodontist
I'm hooked on chronic and Smirnoff twist
But know ass in spandex is a turn-off bitch
It's not right like chapped lips if you givin' some mouth
Niggas want me on a song so I give em' the South
Thirty a verse, cars just for sixteen bars
And that's before I did this, so it probably went up
Eighty thousand dollar bonds, I ain't givin' a fuck
Cause that's change in my pocket, 45 I cock it
Click before I spit then it's time to scram
Bought a Cutlass on dubs, colored candy yams
And that's bowling ball paint so I roll the lane
Keep a poker face bitch and I fold the game
On a come up, get done up and it's time to creep
Freestyle motherfucker, nightmare on Greg Street