Webbie - Savage Life (2005)

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RELEASE DATE:	2005-06-21
DURATION:	-
# OF TRACKS:	18
ALBUM TYPE:	정규, studio
GENRE/STYLE:	팝 랩/힙합 서던 랩 이스트 코스트 랩
ALSO KNOWN AS:	-
INDEX:	91

INTRODUCTION

Lil' Boosie & Webbie 듀오의 한 쪽인 서던 갱스터 랩퍼 Webbie의 2005년 데뷔 앨범 [Savage Life]!! 'Bun-B'와 함께한 히트 싱글 "Give Me That", Trina와 함께한 "Bad Chick Remix" 수록!! Lil' Boosie, Bun-B, Mannie Fres ....

TRACKS

Disc 1

G Shit

Webbie

3:16

Yeah, trill entertainment young savage
I'm all the way gangsta
I heard they wanted G-shit
Well, I'ma G it to you nigga

Tell me what you know about me
W E be be I E
A K A trill E N T
Young S A V A G E nigga

In the streets that where I be that's where I'm at 'cause
That's where I was way before the fuckin' rap 'cause
Tryin' law cap get yo ass capped 'cause
Or in the muthafuckin' trunk behind the speakaz

I pack gatz like them old school beepaz
Bitch you got that work but you workin' them people, yeah
Talkin' shit like a hoe about me huh
So like a man I'ma murk you when I see ya

Catch yo bitch on that cell phone shoot up up her Nokia
You ain't stupid you got ears bitch you know I'm for real
Get that chainsaw and let you feel that pain that I feel
Slice yo ass all the way down from yo brain to yo ear

You want G-shit shit
You want G-shit shit
You want G-shit shit
You want G-shit shit

Well, I'ma give it to ya
Well, I'ma give it to ya
Well, I'ma give it to ya
Well, I'ma give it to ya

I'm about business nigga an' in the kitchen nigga
Got long bread I can hit you from long distance nigga
I'ma bad bitch getta, a picky picky nigga
Gotta have a straight face some ass and some titties nigga

I'ma untamed gorilla cut throat muthafucka
Threw my eighteen years I done pulled all types of hustles
You don't wanna start nothing 'cause the whole boot comin'
Might ass well ask Stevie Wonder nigga I ain't seen nothing

Fuck another nigga business I'ma mind my own
Before I get in another nigga shit I'ma find my own
Yeah, play with me and bullets slang like stones
Ain't no sense in wearing vestes 'cause those bullets catch domes

But'cha know my vest I never leave without that
Since them pussy ass niggas tried to shoot in my chest
We want that real gangsta shit that's what the real niggas stress
Put the savage in the mic it's a bet

You want G-shit shit
You want G-shit shit
You want G-shit shit
You want G-shit shit

Well, I'ma give it to ya
Well, I'ma give it to ya
Well, I'ma give it to ya
Well, I'ma give it to ya

I ain't at home unless I'm right where the block at
I keep a ghetto ass bitch out the projects
Don't sell weed 'cause I smoke it bitch I sell crack
Don't buy pussy 'cause it's free bitch I buy lacs

I got stacks 'cause I'm all about cake
Real niggas I done jacked real niggas bare face
Keep a muthafucka K, keep more than one clip
I'ma muthafuckin' playa I keep more than one bitch

The real deal so they steal my shit
It's all trill real rappers don't stop with these hits
It comes to real, I'm the realest, I'm the trill familylidist
You want gangsta shit so that's how you gone get it

You want G-shit shit
You want G-shit shit
You want G-shit shit
You want G-shit shit

Well, I'ma give it to ya
Well, I'ma give it to ya
Well, I'ma give it to ya
Well, I'ma give it to ya

Yeah, trill entertainment young savage
I'm all the way gangsta
I heard they wanted G-shit
Well, I'ma G it to you nigga

Tell me what you know about me
W E be be I E
A K A trill E N T
Young S A V A G E nigga

In the streets that where I be that's where I'm at 'cause
That's where I was way before the fuckin' rap 'cause
Tryin' law cap get yo ass capped 'cause
Or in the muthafuckin' trunk behind the speakaz

I pack gatz like them old school beepaz
Bitch you got that work but you workin' them people, yeah
Talkin' shit like a hoe about me huh
So like a man I'ma murk you when I see ya

Catch yo bitch on that cell phone shoot up up her Nokia
You ain't stupid you got ears bitch you know I'm for real
Get that chainsaw and let you feel that pain that I feel
Slice yo ass all the way down from yo brain to yo ear

You want G-shit shit
You want G-shit shit
You want G-shit shit
You want G-shit shit

Well, I'ma give it to ya
Well, I'ma give it to ya
Well, I'ma give it to ya
Well, I'ma give it to ya

I'm about business nigga an' in the kitchen nigga
Got long bread I can hit you from long distance nigga
I'ma bad bitch getta, a picky picky nigga
Gotta have a straight face some ass and some titties nigga

I'ma untamed gorilla cut throat muthafucka
Threw my eighteen years I done pulled all types of hustles
You don't wanna start nothing 'cause the whole boot comin'
Might ass well ask Stevie Wonder nigga I ain't seen nothing

Fuck another nigga business I'ma mind my own
Before I get in another nigga shit I'ma find my own
Yeah, play with me and bullets slang like stones
Ain't no sense in wearing vestes 'cause those bullets catch domes

But'cha know my vest I never leave without that
Since them pussy ass niggas tried to shoot in my chest
We want that real gangsta shit that's what the real niggas stress
Put the savage in the mic it's a bet

You want G-shit shit
You want G-shit shit
You want G-shit shit
You want G-shit shit

Well, I'ma give it to ya
Well, I'ma give it to ya
Well, I'ma give it to ya
Well, I'ma give it to ya

I ain't at home unless I'm right where the block at
I keep a ghetto ass bitch out the projects
Don't sell weed 'cause I smoke it bitch I sell crack
Don't buy pussy 'cause it's free bitch I buy lacs

I got stacks 'cause I'm all about cake
Real niggas I done jacked real niggas bare face
Keep a muthafucka K, keep more than one clip
I'ma muthafuckin' playa I keep more than one bitch

The real deal so they steal my shit
It's all trill real rappers don't stop with these hits
It comes to real, I'm the realest, I'm the trill familylidist
You want gangsta shit so that's how you gone get it

You want G-shit shit
You want G-shit shit
You want G-shit shit
You want G-shit shit

Well, I'ma give it to ya
Well, I'ma give it to ya
Well, I'ma give it to ya
Well, I'ma give it to ya

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How U Ridin

Webbie

4:08

trill fam. young savage you can catch me (catch me)
fresh kicks, fresh bows, and a fresh tee (fresh tee)
we two crucial ass hoes yea that's me (that's me)
look at him his eyes closed he ain't even sleep
say boosie chill wit all that swervin' too much dope in here
nigga slow down you betta think about big head and pimp
y'all want that savage shit (savage shit) i gotta represent
y'all want some rider shit (rider shit) well here it is then
(chorus: repeat 2x)
how you ridin?
bad bitch hair did nails feet too
how you ridin?
leather seats tv's with the beat too
how you ridin?
gettin big behind tint you can't see through
and my rims way bigger than yours
(webbie)
red truck, blue truck, green truck, black truck
suburban, excursion, that tahoe, that 'llac truck
fuck it a bucket, a delta, a cutlass
a regal, a montigue whatever you thuggin'
it's suped up, it's couped up, it fold down with grey sound
when summer hit you gotta keep the roof up or it go down
that bad bitch now she be in that mustang or that sebring
or stuntin her ass off in that '05 her man bought
how much your paint cost?
look like it just got rained on
tell me this when you stop do your rims stop or they keep goin
your nissan, your neon, your old man caprice own
you finna take off them twenties and put them big 23's on
watchin the latest dvds with the tv's on
it's hot ac in winter can turn your heat on
you hear them loud pipes as soon as you put your feet on
bicycles, motorbikes, whatever you on the street on
(chorus)
(webbie)
you went the cheap route or do that deck pop out
you gon' let that tech pop out if that mess pop out
how you ridin
want you ain't worried bout flossin
you hollerin fuck what i'm talking your shit better than walkin
it's five stickers up on it look like the junkyard on it
the 26's up on it and boocu bitches up on it
what kina motor up in it think it can fuck with that hemi
i gotta cutlass 350 will leave your ass by a distance
you ain't customly did it or oringally interior
your like them westside niggaz'll sit that thang on them switches
them by 9's be tickin you broke the rearview mirrors
but that's the 415 shit i run with the 412
i gotta 'llac chrome grill on the factory rims
hoes piled up in here all on laps be still
cant wait to get to the room nimblin on my ear
y'all gon' get it just chill let me control this wheel
(chorus)
(webbie)
hot gun half a bird man i ride like that
i ain't even tryna swerve i just drive like that
with a beyonce face and some thighs like that
attitude like trina and a ass that fat
fuck it i done told my cousin you can have that lac
gon get your shine on watch what i'm gon' snatch
i don't know but off the top i'm spendin 85 stacks
with them cozy ass seats that massage my back
jacksonville, mississippi a-town y'all niggaz wit me
they talk funny but them boys makin money in new york city
took some trips up to houston be all the d-town bootin
greg street whats happenin to they love that gangsta musik
if you gon' do it then do it from the benzes to buicks
let your ends look stupid drop them up 22 it
y'all niggaz is clueless don't you worry bout trill
this another hit for y'all stupid clowns to steal
gametime

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Like That

Webbie

4:02

[Chorus]
Like that like that,
Bounce ya ass like that like that.
Bounce that ass like that like that.
Bend over let me see it from the back.
Like Beyonce, like Trina, like a big bootie ass black diva, like a
Stripper, up and down like flippa, bend over let me see it from the back.

Double shots of hennessy
Let it get you groovy.
Gone work yo ass do ya thang,
I'm a do me.
I done switched to doucher,
And the switcher got a room key.
Act like you auditioning for a video or movie,
Bend towards the floor I want your hands where your toes be.
I'm a Squeze all on you booty all nasty,
Done made 18 girl I'm legal you can harass me.
Cash and a bemmer I can't seem to find a bad beat,
A big fat ass like Trina make me happy.
Titties shake thighs shake vibrate while she dancing,
Like to shake her ass like Ciara real fancy.
Wonder if Ciara can shake her ass on this nine piece,
Betcha Jada Pinkett shake that ass real classy
Ain't ready for the real betacha she be actin' Will have it.
You see me I'm picky I rate that ass,
I got a ask 50 how Vivica shake that ass

Like Beyonce, like Trina,
Like a big bootie ass black diva,
Like a stripper, up and down like
Flippa, bend over let me see it from the back.
Like Beyonce, like Trina, like a big bootie ass black
Diva, like a stripper, up and down like flippa,
Bend over let me see it from the back.

You see big fine you when I find you,
I'm a beat that pussy from behind you.
Mess yo lil' thang up girl I ain't tryin' to,
I'm trill young savage boo must I remind you.
All I need is one night and just a few minutes,
I'm a handle that there and then I'm through wit it.
Tell me is you bullshittin' or is you cool wit it,
Our baby parents ain't got nothing to do wit it.
I want a J. Lo yonce' coke bottle shape object,
Cook soul food bake cake straight out the projects.
A female savage straight bad bitch prospect,
Baby Phat, Apple Bottem big booty Gucci and Prada.
I be lookin' for the kinda lil' mama that's bout some dollars,
350 dollar bottles that's all she want to swalla.
And if you ain't a big balla she ain't even trying to holla,
She gone take ya lil' measly dollas and walk off like a model.

Like Beyonce, like Trina,
Like a big bootie ass black diva,
Like a stripper, up and down like
Flippa, bend over let me see it from the back.
Like Beyonce, like Trina, like a big bootie ass black
Diva, like a stripper, up and down like flippa,
Bend over let me see it from the back.

I need something like Nia Long make you wanna bring her home,
Feed her bone and don't even treat her wrong.
Ever seen that movie monster ball,
Bend over like Halle Berry on that part when ole boy knocked her off.
I'm a dog I like it soft I like to rub I like to grip,
To tell the truth I like them loose cause me and my thugs we like to flip.
I like the friends who get involved all the broads say I'ma trip,
I like the picture takin' pictures while you catch it on ya lip.
I like to sneak and take ya shoppin' when ya niggas start to trip,
Drink my liquor out the bottle on his couch and watch you strip.
Stick a couple fingers in ya make it tickle make ya drip,
Make ya holla like I'm robbin' ya like a pimp and then I dip.
I want to get an ounce of hydro get Alicia eyes low
Take her to the suite and make her hit all of her high notes.
Strapped up fa sho' cause I don't trust no hoes anybody can go Eazy E perfect example.

Like Beyonce, like Trina,
Like a big bootie ass black diva, like a stripper, up and down like
Flippa, bend over let me see it from the back.
Like Beyonce, like Trina, like a big bootie ass black
Diva, like a stripper, up and down like flippa,
Bend over let me see it from the back.

Double shots of hennessy
Let it get you groovy.
Gone work yo ass do ya thang,
I'm a do me.
I done switched to doucher,
And the switcher got a room key.
Act like you auditioning for a video or movie,
Bend towards the floor I want your hands where your toes be.
I'm a Squeze all on you booty all nasty,
Done made 18 girl I'm legal you can harass me.
Cash and a bemmer I can't seem to find a bad beat,
A big fat ass like Trina make me happy.
Titties shake thighs shake vibrate while she dancing,
Like to shake her ass like Ciara real fancy.
Wonder if Ciara can shake her ass on this nine piece,
Betcha Jada Pinkett shake that ass real classy 
Ain't ready for the real betacha she be actin' Will have it.
You see me I'm picky I rate that ass,
I got a ask 50 how Vivica shake that ass

Like Beyonce, like Trina, 
Like a big bootie ass black diva, 
Like a stripper, up and down like
Flippa, bend over let me see it from the back. 
Like Beyonce, like Trina, like a big bootie ass black
Diva, like a stripper, up and down like flippa, 
Bend over let me see it from the back.

You see big fine you when I find you,
I'm a beat that pussy from behind you.
Mess yo lil' thang up girl I ain't tryin' to,
I'm trill young savage boo must I remind you.
All I need is one night and just a few minutes,
I'm a handle that there and then I'm through wit it.
Tell me is you bullshittin' or is you cool wit it,
Our baby parents ain't got nothing to do wit it.
I want a J. Lo yonce' coke bottle shape object,
Cook soul food bake cake straight out the projects.
A female savage straight bad bitch prospect,
Baby Phat, Apple Bottem big booty Gucci and Prada.
I be lookin' for the kinda lil' mama that's bout some dollars,
350 dollar bottles that's all she want to swalla.
And if you ain't a big balla she ain't even trying to holla,
She gone take ya lil' measly dollas and walk off like a model.

I need something like Nia Long make you wanna bring her home,
Feed her bone and don't even treat her wrong.
Ever seen that movie monster ball,
Bend over like Halle Berry on that part when ole boy knocked her off.
I'm a dog I like it soft I like to rub I like to grip,
To tell the truth I like them loose cause me and my thugs we like to flip.
I like the friends who get involved all the broads say I'ma trip,
I like the picture takin' pictures while you catch it on ya lip.
I like to sneak and take ya shoppin' when ya niggas start to trip,
Drink my liquor out the bottle on his couch and watch you strip.
Stick a couple fingers in ya make it tickle make ya drip,
Make ya holla like I'm robbin' ya like a pimp and then I dip.
I want to get an ounce of hydro get Alicia eyes low 
Take her to the suite and make her hit all of her high notes.
Strapped up fa sho' cause I don't trust no hoes anybody can go Eazy E perfect example.

Like Beyonce, like Trina, 
Like a big bootie ass black diva, like a stripper, up and down like
Flippa, bend over let me see it from the back. 
Like Beyonce, like Trina, like a big bootie ass black
Diva, like a stripper, up and down like flippa, 
Bend over let me see it from the back.

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Full Of Dat Shit

Webbie

3:12

[Webbie:] I'm Full Of Dat Shit
[Boosie:] I'm Full Of Dat Shit
[Webbie:] I'm Full Of Dat Shit
[Boosie:] I'm Full Of Dat Shit
[Webbie:] I'm Full Of Dat Shit
[Boosie:] I'm Full Of Dat Shit

[Webbie] Now if you ever catch me leanin to the side red eyes in my ride wit the music up high bad bitch up on my side I might be gettin on her ass or im
gettin on her thighs flag me down dont even try it
Im Full Of Dat Shit
[Lil Boosie] Now you might catch me wit my cutie riddin bumpin dat Boosie one hand on the wheel the otha hand on her coochie big stacks,big gats,Nextel
Motorolas doja afta doja
Im Full Of Dat Shit
[Webbie] In tha club by the bar wit my niggas we twistin gars spendin 50's wit my boys jumpin stompin makin noise on tha block servin junkies makin money
dumpin toys I aint in tha mood 4 it
Im Full Of Dat Shit
[Lil Boosie] We in tha club throwin bows pourin 4's blowin joes fresh clothes got a nigga head dro V.I.P doors is where we go when we go party dat ex got
us retarded (extasy)
Im Full of Dat Shit
[Webbie] Duckin off countin cheese wit Bossie in Tennessee red bitches on there knees suckin and catchin ceemen wit some dark lopes on the sun aint even
beamin you aint even tryna see me
Im Full Of Dat Shit
[Lil Boosie] Im in da room wit sumthin nasty big fine and sassy on top dat girl be actin she even call me daddy I hit her in tha caddy on tha way to the
classic fell asleep all in traffic
Im Full Of Dat Shit
[Webbie] In the room wit sumthin sexy caramel complexion both of us butt naked dont give it 2 me i'll take aint no time fo no cakin im stabbin it like im
Jason im swervin like im crazy
Im Full Of Dat Shit
[Lil Boosie] U can catch me by tha school zone wit my McKinley blue on wit a tool on that'll have you you you and you gone you niggaz hatin on a boy cuz
we Trill and we drink all nite
Im Full Of Dat Shit
[Webbie] Sharp as a bow-and-arrow 2 deep in da Camaro clutchin a double barrel hollin "bitch it dont matta" wit da class clown actin no sense n goin get
dat paddle dat'll have me actin badda
Im Full Of Dat Shit
[Lil Boosie] Im n da room wit Halle Berry I swear dis gurl Halle Berry cuz she shave around her cherry and she smile when she get ready and her people got
dat fetti we riddin heavy chevys gettin high err second
Im Full Of Dat Shit
[Webbie] On my way 2 da mall wit a bad lil broad slob all ova my balls she lickin em' through muh draws got my main mayne wit im hittin em' on tha phone
thats my motha fuckin dawg
Im Full Of Dat Shit
[Lil Boosie] I hit da stage buckin hard got tha whole club rockin Hennessy and Hypnotic got me thinkin bout tha projects stop it thats my goal nigga
errtime u see me im pourin 4's niggaIm Full Of Dat Shit
[Webbie] Drivin on tha side walk in tha dark like i dont care flyin through tha stop signs like dem bitches wasnt dere steady bouncin 2 the ceilin spillin
Hennessy and beer be done shot ya in ya ear
Im Full Of Dat Shit
[Lil Boosie] Im in New Orlenes wit Lil Wayne platinum chains platinum women if the girl stick me then you know they come and get me they goin rub me they
goin lick me they goin keep a nigga smilin i cant stop wildin
Im Full Of Dat Shit

[Webbie:] I'm Full Of Dat Shit 
[Boosie:] I'm Full Of Dat Shit 
[Webbie:] I'm Full Of Dat Shit 
[Boosie:] I'm Full Of Dat Shit 
[Webbie:] I'm Full Of Dat Shit 
[Boosie:] I'm Full Of Dat Shit

[Webbie] Now if you ever catch me leanin to the side red eyes in my ride wit the music up high bad bitch up on my side I might be gettin on her ass or im
gettin on her thighs flag me down dont even try it 
Im Full Of Dat Shit 
[Lil Boosie] Now you might catch me wit my cutie riddin bumpin dat Boosie one hand on the wheel the otha hand on her coochie big stacks,big gats,Nextel
Motorolas doja afta doja
Im Full Of Dat Shit
[Webbie] In tha club by the bar wit my niggas we twistin gars spendin 50's wit my boys jumpin stompin makin noise on tha block servin junkies makin money
dumpin toys I aint in tha mood 4 it 
Im Full Of Dat Shit 
[Lil Boosie] We in tha club throwin bows pourin 4's blowin joes fresh clothes got a nigga head dro V.I.P doors is where we go when we go party dat ex got
us retarded (extasy)
Im Full of Dat Shit
[Webbie] Duckin off countin cheese wit Bossie in Tennessee red bitches on there knees suckin and catchin ceemen wit some dark lopes on the sun aint even
beamin you aint even tryna see me 
Im Full Of Dat Shit
[Lil Boosie] Im in da room wit sumthin nasty big fine and sassy on top dat girl be actin she even call me daddy I hit her in tha caddy on tha way to the
classic fell asleep all in traffic 
Im Full Of Dat Shit
[Webbie] In the room wit sumthin sexy caramel complexion both of us butt naked dont give it 2 me i'll take aint no time fo no cakin im stabbin it like im
Jason im swervin like im crazy 
Im Full Of Dat Shit
[Lil Boosie] U can catch me by tha school zone wit my McKinley blue on wit a tool on that'll have you you you and you gone you niggaz hatin on a boy cuz
we Trill and we drink all nite 
Im Full Of Dat Shit
[Webbie] Sharp as a bow-and-arrow 2 deep in da Camaro clutchin a double barrel hollin "bitch it dont matta" wit da class clown actin no sense n goin get
dat paddle dat'll have me actin badda 
Im Full Of Dat Shit
[Lil Boosie] Im n da room wit Halle Berry I swear dis gurl Halle Berry cuz she shave around her cherry and she smile when she get ready and her people got
dat fetti we riddin heavy chevys gettin high err second 
Im Full Of Dat Shit
[Webbie] On my way 2 da mall wit a bad lil broad slob all ova my balls she lickin em' through muh draws got my main mayne wit im hittin em' on tha phone
thats my motha fuckin dawg 
Im Full Of Dat Shit
[Lil Boosie] I hit da stage buckin hard got tha whole club rockin Hennessy and Hypnotic got me thinkin bout tha projects stop it thats my goal nigga
errtime u see me im pourin 4's niggaIm Full Of Dat Shit
[Webbie] Drivin on tha side walk in tha dark like i dont care flyin through tha stop signs like dem bitches wasnt dere steady bouncin 2 the ceilin spillin
Hennessy and beer be done shot ya in ya ear 
Im Full Of Dat Shit
[Lil Boosie] Im in New Orlenes wit Lil Wayne platinum chains platinum women if the girl stick me then you know they come and get me they goin rub me they
goin lick me they goin keep a nigga smilin i cant stop wildin
Im Full Of Dat Shit

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Give Me That

Webbie

4:28

(Oh) Girl give me that
(Oh Oh Oh) Girl give me that
Girl give me that (pussy)
(Oh Oh Oh) Girl give me that
Girl give me that (pussy)
(Oh Oh Oh) Girl give me that there
Girl give me that pussy
(Oh Oh Oh) Girl give me that

[Webbie - Verse 1]
You know you want it
Girl don't act like you don't want it
Girl I want it just as bad as you do
And look see I can tell from this lil vibe
You got me feeling that you dig me
Boo I'm digging you too
You wanna be one of the chosen few
Then gon jig up in this motherfucker
Maybe me and you can do it big up in this motherfucker
Sit you in a crib where you can chill
Don't have to move a muscle
Give you some be good now you be good
Daddy gon hustle
Come here let me Whisper in your ear
I gotta tell you something
Listening to this song kinda make a nigga want something
Did some daydreaming
Now I'm fiending like I'm on something
Girl don't hold it from me
Cause right now I'll be don strong on ya
I ain't the type to ruin your life
By running game and throwing your dreams
Get in your brain suit your game
Ease your pain and show you things
Sit you on some leather seats while blowing green
And switching lanes
Girl stop playing games let me beat it out the frame

[Chorus - repeat 4X]
Girl give me that pussy
Girl give me that
Girl give me girl give me that there

[Bun B from UGK - Verse 2]
She five foot seven a hundred and thirty nine pounds
Thirty six twenty four thirty eight pretty fine brown
Bad lil broad I ain't seen her in a minute
Since the All-Star game and I'm still tryin to hit it
Got a baby for this nigga that I used to sell things
He caught a fed case and he ain't leave her no change
She sold all his jewels she sold all his cars
Now she dancing in the shaker club stripping for the stars
Sliding down the pole slow drop it to a split
Pussy popping on a handstand man she the shit
She still looking tight though
Still built right though
Run my game right and after the club
She might go back to the telly with me
Shake her jelly with me
Let my people bust on her face and her belly with me
I got Lil Webbie with me and he ain't hating
We some players in this bitch so baby stop hesitating

[Chorus - repeat 4X]
Girl give me that pussy
Girl give me that
Girl give me girl give me that there

[Webbie - Verse 3]
Now I can tell from your size that that pussy is fire
So I'm here and willing to give you whatever it require
For you to lay down on your back and then open your thighs
Long sharp deep and wide have you rolling your eyes
You a big fine horse I had no choice but to try it
Look like it's worth a couple g's but ain't some shit I buy
Let me whisper in your ear again I ain't gon lie
I might share a lil meal just don't tell nobody
Look you know you want it
Girl don't act like you don't want it
Girl you want it just as bad as I do
But check this out
You gon be wishing that you been gave me your number
By the time I finish rumbling with you
Wop, Wop get loose, let's take this shit to the room
And you just keep yourself excited til we get to the room
Cuz I've been rocked up since I met you
I'm ready to give you the blues
Don't stunt now take off your shoes
Don't act confused you know what time it is

[Chorus - repeat 4X]
Girl give me that pussy
Girl give me that
Girl give me girl give me that there

[Webbie - Verse 1]
You know you want it 
Girl don't act like you don't want it 
Girl I want it just as bad as you do 
And look see I can tell from this lil vibe 
You got me feeling that you dig me 
Boo I'm digging you too 
You wanna be one of the chosen few 
Then gon jig up in this motherfucker 
Maybe me and you can do it big up in this motherfucker 
Sit you in a crib where you can chill 
Don't have to move a muscle 
Give you some be good now you be good 
Daddy gon hustle 
Come here let me Whisper in your ear 
I gotta tell you something 
Listening to this song kinda make a nigga want something 
Did some daydreaming 
Now I'm fiending like I'm on something 
Girl don't hold it from me 
Cause right now I'll be don strong on ya 
I ain't the type to ruin your life 
By running game and throwing your dreams 
Get in your brain suit your game 
Ease your pain and show you things 
Sit you on some leather seats while blowing green 
And switching lanes 
Girl stop playing games let me beat it out the frame

[Chorus - repeat 4X]
Girl give me that pussy 
Girl give me that 
Girl give me girl give me that there

[Bun B from UGK - Verse 2]
She five foot seven a hundred and thirty nine pounds 
Thirty six twenty four thirty eight pretty fine brown 
Bad lil broad I ain't seen her in a minute 
Since the All-Star game and I'm still tryin to hit it 
Got a baby for this nigga that I used to sell things 
He caught a fed case and he ain't leave her no change 
She sold all his jewels she sold all his cars 
Now she dancing in the shaker club stripping for the stars 
Sliding down the pole slow drop it to a split 
Pussy popping on a handstand man she the shit 
She still looking tight though 
Still built right though 
Run my game right and after the club 
She might go back to the telly with me 
Shake her jelly with me 
Let my people bust on her face and her belly with me 
I got Lil Webbie with me and he ain't hating 
We some players in this bitch so baby stop hesitating

[Chorus - repeat 4X] 
Girl give me that pussy 
Girl give me that 
Girl give me girl give me that there

[Webbie - Verse 3]
Now I can tell from your size that that pussy is fire 
So I'm here and willing to give you whatever it require 
For you to lay down on your back and then open your thighs 
Long sharp deep and wide have you rolling your eyes 
You a big fine horse I had no choice but to try it 
Look like it's worth a couple g's but ain't some shit I buy 
Let me whisper in your ear again I ain't gon lie 
I might share a lil meal just don't tell nobody 
Look you know you want it 
Girl don't act like you don't want it 
Girl you want it just as bad as I do 
But check this out 
You gon be wishing that you been gave me your number 
By the time I finish rumbling with you 
Wop, Wop get loose, let's take this shit to the room 
And you just keep yourself excited til we get to the room 
Cuz I've been rocked up since I met you 
I'm ready to give you the blues 
Don't stunt now take off your shoes 
Don't act confused you know what time it is

[Chorus - repeat 4X] 
Girl give me that pussy 
Girl give me that 
Girl give me girl give me that there

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Crank It Up

Webbie

4:00

Young Savage, I gotta give it to 'em
Come on, crank it up, crank it up, crank it up

Say hello to tha nigga dat came from nuttin'
Now I got boo koo whips, boo koo chips
Boo koo clips, I'm thuggin'
Everywhere I go I get hoes, my girl be buggin'
And I fuck wit nuttin' but killas nigga I ain't bluffin'

The block hot like dat got damn oven
My team got weight we steaks y'all chicken McNuggets
Death right around tha corna comin' for me it ain't nuttin'
I'm out chea wit a machine somethin' dats green somethin'

But I be clean as a whistle dou
Come on playa get ya hoe, she tryin' to kiss me
Like we standin' unda the missletoe
Bogaurdin' dat pussywhole, man, we had dat same bitch
At da six suckin' dick doin' tootsie roll

Mane y'all lil bitches ain't shit couldn't make 10 Gs
If one of deez niggas gave y'all a brick
Y'all fakin' y'all shit, imitatin' my hits
I'm takin' ova what a nigga got to say about da shit

Stop playin', man, I hope you lil niggas ready
I heard da streets out hea yellin' for Webbie, I'm tellin' you nigga
Stop playin', y'all nigga betta get on ya shit
Or get you some bricks or get you a hit get serious
'cause I'm sayin', the Savage work to hard for dis I'ma get to da top of
Tha list regaurdless pussy bitch hold up
Crank it up, crank it up, crank it up, nigga
Crank it up, crank it up, crank it up

I'll leave one of y'all lil rap niggas stankin' before this rap I was hangin'
What da fuck y'all lil rap niggas thankin'
While you was gettin' ya grades up
I was gettin' my change up a gangsta armed and dangerous

Dey tellin' me commercial my flow but Bun be said, "No
Keep it gutta lil nigga, don't change it up"
Y'all pussy niggas hang it up hollin' trill y'all ain't us
Boo gave me a light and a mike told me crank it up

Partna I got ya you just chill and watch me take over dat streets have And dees niggas freaks jockin'
We been distributers so let's distrub hits and profits
I'm all real so ain't no way in hell dey can stop us

Leave my niggas da blocks and get dis legal money poppin'
And ride and smoke doja dat potion da top droppin'
Da heat unda the seat rims spinnin' all chrome
TVs fliippin' cell phone and I ain't lyin' dat nigga on

Stop playin', man, I hope you lil niggas ready
I heard da streets out hea yellin' for Webbie, I'm tellin' you nigga
Stop playin', y'all nigga betta get on ya shit
Or get you some bricks or get you a hit get serious
'cause I'm sayin', the Savage work to hard for dis I'ma get to da top of
Tha list regaurdless pussy bitch hold up
Crank it up, crank it up, crank it up, nigga
Crank it up, crank it up, crank it up

I'm in da streets like dem yellow lines or a new SUV
I'm in da hood all da time like a burned CD
Some G Nikes or some Jays or some fresh ass rees
Hard, soft, pills, weed, rain, snow, hail, sleet

And I ain't goin' home until everythang gone
It don't neva take long, I keep orders on my phone
Wit a sick click wit me wit a big clip wit me
Wit dat good white pretty big zip 650

I'm da eat on da streets a beast on da beats
Da puzzle to the piece dey need to make dis industry complete
I'll run it so neat, so fresh, so clean
I can go on any street no vest wearin' bling

I'm trill young savage, I do my thing straight
No king no prince no queen
And I'ma leave it right dea
Wish a nigga get crunk
I ain't shootin' no curves no slurs straight pumps

Stop playin', man, I hope you lil niggas ready
I heard da streets out hea yellin' for Webbie, I'm tellin' you nigga
Stop playin', y'all nigga betta get on ya shit
Or get you some bricks or get you a hit get serious
'cause I'm sayin', the Savage work to hard for dis I'ma get to da top of
Tha list regaurdless pussy bitch hold up
Crank it up, crank it up, crank it up, nigga
Crank it up, crank it up, crank it up

Young Savage, I gotta give it to 'em
Come on, crank it up, crank it up, crank it up

Say hello to tha nigga dat came from nuttin'
Now I got boo koo whips, boo koo chips
Boo koo clips, I'm thuggin'
Everywhere I go I get hoes, my girl be buggin'
And I fuck wit nuttin' but killas nigga I ain't bluffin'

The block hot like dat got damn oven
My team got weight we steaks y'all chicken McNuggets
Death right around tha corna comin' for me it ain't nuttin'
I'm out chea wit a machine somethin' dats green somethin'

But I be clean as a whistle dou
Come on playa get ya hoe, she tryin' to kiss me
Like we standin' unda the missletoe
Bogaurdin' dat pussywhole, man, we had dat same bitch
At da six suckin' dick doin' tootsie roll

Mane y'all lil bitches ain't shit couldn't make 10 Gs
If one of deez niggas gave y'all a brick
Y'all fakin' y'all shit, imitatin' my hits
I'm takin' ova what a nigga got to say about da shit

Stop playin', man, I hope you lil niggas ready
I heard da streets out hea yellin' for Webbie, I'm tellin' you nigga
Stop playin', y'all nigga betta get on ya shit
Or get you some bricks or get you a hit get serious
'cause I'm sayin', the Savage work to hard for dis I'ma get to da top of
Tha list regaurdless pussy bitch hold up
Crank it up, crank it up, crank it up, nigga
Crank it up, crank it up, crank it up

I'll leave one of y'all lil rap niggas stankin' before this rap I was hangin'
What da fuck y'all lil rap niggas thankin'
While you was gettin' ya grades up
I was gettin' my change up a gangsta armed and dangerous

Dey tellin' me commercial my flow but Bun be said, "No
Keep it gutta lil nigga, don't change it up"
Y'all pussy niggas hang it up hollin' trill y'all ain't us
Boo gave me a light and a mike told me crank it up

Partna I got ya you just chill and watch me take over dat streets have And dees niggas freaks jockin'
We been distributers so let's distrub hits and profits
I'm all real so ain't no way in hell dey can stop us

Leave my niggas da blocks and get dis legal money poppin'
And ride and smoke doja dat potion da top droppin'
Da heat unda the seat rims spinnin' all chrome
TVs fliippin' cell phone and I ain't lyin' dat nigga on

I'm in da streets like dem yellow lines or a new SUV
I'm in da hood all da time like a burned CD
Some G Nikes or some Jays or some fresh ass rees
Hard, soft, pills, weed, rain, snow, hail, sleet

And I ain't goin' home until everythang gone
It don't neva take long, I keep orders on my phone
Wit a sick click wit me wit a big clip wit me
Wit dat good white pretty big zip 650

I'm da eat on da streets a beast on da beats
Da puzzle to the piece dey need to make dis industry complete
I'll run it so neat, so fresh, so clean
I can go on any street no vest wearin' bling

I'm trill young savage, I do my thing straight
No king no prince no queen
And I'ma leave it right dea
Wish a nigga get crunk
I ain't shootin' no curves no slurs straight pumps

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Laid Way Back

Webbie

4:19

Laid way back behind black gettin' blowed
Full of high dro and you can smell it on my clothes
Laid way back behind black gettin' blowed
Full of high dro and you can smell it on my clothes

Laid way back behind black gettin' blowed
Full of high dro and you can smell it on my clothes
Laid way back behind black gettin' blowed
Full of high dro and you can smell it on my clothes

Man I live up in B.R, I'ma die up in B.R
I got shit to do today so I can't die until tomorrow
I done stole a bag of dro I'm gettin' high 'til tomorrow
Nigga play with me right now I'm bussin' nine 'til tomorrow

My shit got a bad motor I ain't promised 'til tomorrow
So as long as I got gas I'ma drive it 'til tomorrow
Lookin' for a bitch that's bad so we can act until tomorrow
Put that hoe up on this dro and beat that ass until tomorrow

Baby momma ass just gonna be mad until tomorrow
Me and boosie rollin' guards and acting bad 'til tomorrow
How 'bout we get pessy drunk and then stagger until tomorrow
Yo bitch tight, I want me borrow her, let me have her 'til tomorrow

Don't give a fuck about who smellin' when its comin' out ya car
I'm inhalin' and exhalin' gettin' blunted 'til tomorrow
Let's go posted up at the spot and make some change 'til tomorrow
If I'm laid shit I might do the same thang tomorrow

Laid way back behind black gettin' blowed
Full of high dro and you can smell it on my clothes
Laid way back behind black gettin' blowed
Full of high dro and you can smell it on my clothes

Laid way back behind black gettin' blowed
Full of high dro and you can smell it on my clothes
Laid way back behind black gettin' blowed
Full of high dro and you can smell it on my clothes

I was s'pose to go drop my red bone off or not
For some fit she trynna cop said she need right now
What had happen was I had stopped by my nigga be spot
And he had a big blunt of that dro and I forgot

I was s'pose to go to the studio I got some hits to drop
But a bitch had hit me on the phone and told me to come pick her up
Cause how she fuck my dick got hard
She tellin' me how she so wide

She took those draws off and I forgot
Went to check the mailbox
Some sepeana from the mothafucka
Tellin' me my court date in two weeks for beatin' on my older woman

Showed up at that hoe apartment
Smokin' somethin' ran into her
Put it in her mouth and charges dropped
Man you know a nigga

Laid way back behind black gettin' blowed
Full of high dro and you can smell it on my clothes
Laid way back behind black gettin' blowed
Full of high dro and you can smell it on my clothes

Laid way back behind black gettin' blowed
Full of high dro and you can smell it on my clothes
Laid way back behind black gettin' blowed
Full of high dro and you can smell it on my clothes

When I walk up in the mall with that big ass stack
Fresh kicks fresh boes with the jersey to match
You know I got to do it big nigga give me the hat
Manager comin' out the back 'cause all he smell is that dro

When I go and see my hoes my eyes be all low
My clothes be full of smoke they mommas be knowin' I'm blowed
Them ghetto mommas don't trip they be askin' you got some mo'
Let her momma hit the dro and all she smell is that dro

When I hit the club they can tell 'cause I'm puttin' it in the air
Hoes ask can they hit niggas askin' is it for sale
Security don't be trippin' they puttin' in the air
When you in here that's all you smell high dro is what we smokin'
When we be

Laid way back behind black gettin' blowed
Full of high dro and you can smell it on my clothes
Laid way back behind black gettin' blowed
Full of high dro and you can smell it on my clothes

Laid way back behind black gettin' blowed
Full of high dro and you can smell it on my clothes
Laid way back behind black gettin' blowed
Full of high dro and you can smell it on my clothes

Laid way back behind black gettin' blowed
Full of high dro and you can smell it on my clothes
Laid way back behind black gettin' blowed
Full of high dro and you can smell it on my clothes

Man I live up in B.R, I'ma die up in B.R
I got shit to do today so I can't die until tomorrow
I done stole a bag of dro I'm gettin' high 'til tomorrow
Nigga play with me right now I'm bussin' nine 'til tomorrow

My shit got a bad motor I ain't promised 'til tomorrow
So as long as I got gas I'ma drive it 'til tomorrow
Lookin' for a bitch that's bad so we can act until tomorrow
Put that hoe up on this dro and beat that ass until tomorrow

Baby momma ass just gonna be mad until tomorrow
Me and boosie rollin' guards and acting bad 'til tomorrow
How 'bout we get pessy drunk and then stagger until tomorrow
Yo bitch tight, I want me borrow her, let me have her 'til tomorrow

Don't give a fuck about who smellin' when its comin' out ya car
I'm inhalin' and exhalin' gettin' blunted 'til tomorrow
Let's go posted up at the spot and make some change 'til tomorrow
If I'm laid shit I might do the same thang tomorrow

Laid way back behind black gettin' blowed
Full of high dro and you can smell it on my clothes
Laid way back behind black gettin' blowed
Full of high dro and you can smell it on my clothes

I was s'pose to go drop my red bone off or not
For some fit she trynna cop said she need right now
What had happen was I had stopped by my nigga be spot
And he had a big blunt of that dro and I forgot

I was s'pose to go to the studio I got some hits to drop
But a bitch had hit me on the phone and told me to come pick her up
Cause how she fuck my dick got hard
She tellin' me how she so wide

She took those draws off and I forgot
Went to check the mailbox
Some sepeana from the mothafucka
Tellin' me my court date in two weeks for beatin' on my older woman

Showed up at that hoe apartment
Smokin' somethin' ran into her
Put it in her mouth and charges dropped
Man you know a nigga

Laid way back behind black gettin' blowed
Full of high dro and you can smell it on my clothes
Laid way back behind black gettin' blowed
Full of high dro and you can smell it on my clothes

When I walk up in the mall with that big ass stack
Fresh kicks fresh boes with the jersey to match
You know I got to do it big nigga give me the hat
Manager comin' out the back 'cause all he smell is that dro

When I go and see my hoes my eyes be all low
My clothes be full of smoke they mommas be knowin' I'm blowed
Them ghetto mommas don't trip they be askin' you got some mo'
Let her momma hit the dro and all she smell is that dro

When I hit the club they can tell 'cause I'm puttin' it in the air
Hoes ask can they hit niggas askin' is it for sale
Security don't be trippin' they puttin' in the air
When you in here that's all you smell high dro is what we smokin'
When we be

Laid way back behind black gettin' blowed
Full of high dro and you can smell it on my clothes
Laid way back behind black gettin' blowed
Full of high dro and you can smell it on my clothes

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Gutta Bitch

Webbie

4:03

Look hop in my ride
Stash this,
Hold that,
Be cool turn
The sound up and roll that
Now you my gutta bitch
Lil moma don't get it twisted
No trippin,
No house buiness you kno I got other bitches
I mean its plain and clear im a mother fuckin player
don't worry about the other teammates long as you straight and takin care of
Look here don't worry about me boo
Just worry bout you fallow my playa hand rules and everything will go smooth
Just wait for me ill be back I aint gon be gone long
Gotta make a couple rounds hold it down while im gone
This some gutta ass G, shit girl I cant tell ya I love ya but you aint just some other ho I kinda got feelins fo ya you just play you your part right don't slip
An stay focus somebody might get laid off and you'll just get promoted been thugin like you supose ta real to me vise-versa I kno you wont get close to it
Aint the time im andy cursor
[chorus]
You my gutta bitch who im with when im in shit you my other bitch when my other bitch be on some other shit like oh girl I need you to keep my secrets
Man look you my gutta bitch who im with when im in shit you my other bitch when my other bitch be on some other shit like oh girl I need you to keep
My secrets
Im a hustla
I don't have quality time to spend on what im sayin
And then im split it in 10's
So like a man ima come as soon as I come
Let me beat it cuz I don't kno when ima be leavin again
Thats just me
That how I play it
I hit the pole and roll cuz
I kno no money and drugs done come to the front door
Now don't go and get it wrong
Thinkin im actin funny
I cant give you to much time because time is money
And if my main boo knew
you just don't know what she'll do to you
Ohh, she might go off and get to shootin you
so on the real
Keep it cool is what we gonna do
Ahh ah don't call me ima call you
You miss my call then fuck it
Don't do that *67
Call back or nothin
Gotta keep that low profile
Gotta be up to par
You gutta bitch
You betta not get me caught
You my gutta bitch who im with when im in shit you my other bitch when my other bitch be on some other shit like oh girl I need you to keep my secrets
Man look you my gutta bitch who im with when im in shit you my other bitch when my other bitch be on some other shit like oh girl I need you to keep
My secrets
See you gota old man
I respect that
I aint even gonna check that
Thats real I betta get the same respect back
When you see me wit my old lady
Ridin in my cadillac
I don't wanna horn ta honk
And I don't want a smile back
You do that shit I bet we aint gon be smilin back
We might just swerve on yo ass straight up tryin to handle that
Ill wright you
Sign it webbie
Theres no need to rep it
I wana fuck her too so don't even tell ur best friend
Talkin all that gansta shit realy don't impress me
But keppin it on the down low then ill be impressed then
Don't even tell ur damn self
It aint nobodys buisness what we do where we go how we come where we been
You my gutta bitch who im with when im in shit you my other bitch when my other bitch be on some other shit like oh girl I need you to keep my secrets
You my gutta bitch who im with when im in shit you my other bitch when my other bitch be on some other shit like oh girl I need you to keep my secrets

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I Got That

Webbie

4:00

[Webbie Talking]

Boosie I swear to God Ima hurt one of these lil bitch azz niggaz in here
Trill Entertainment Young Savage nigga I'm Webbie ya heard me look

[Verse 1:]

I fuck a bitch till she real tired
And I ain't fuckin wit her less she real fine I gotta lot money I ain't gotta lie play me on dat funny
Style nigga gotta die why you spit dat nut out bitch apologize its real deal pimp shit bitch recognize bitch
Say get her some shoes then I reply all you get is a big dick dat circumsized boosie dat 745 hurt they eyez
You got dat LI so ima get dat other kind a mothafuckin straight gangsta dat who is I get outta line ima
Stank ya don't even try murda murda kill kill all in my eyez me I take dat beef shit and tenderize it I got
Them fuckin skeletons all in my closet and it no class experiment some missing bodies bitch

[Chorus]

you want beef (I got dat)
Dope (I got dat)
Hoes (I got dat)
Dro (I got dat)
Money (I got dat)
Cars (I got dat)
Pistol (I got dat)
Niggaz (Get shot at)

[Verse 2:]
I know you heard to me that beef ain't nothin but a word ya heard I creep and serve bullets they swerve and
Calm ya nerves fuck you nigga I ain't throwin no slurs all I know is streets and birds broads and cars and
Malls big splurgin I used to steal wallets and purses now I feel wallets and purses all the real niggaz
While off my verses boot up retarded and send boys to hurses don't get me started cause boy I might hurt ya
Drunk as a alcoholic ill woop ya ass purple slap ya and kick ya and treat you like urkle swang through and bang you
No I don't think you heard me ku klux klan hang you then light you and burn you young savage what you wan do nigga

[Chorus]
You wan beef (I got dat)
Dope (I got dat)
Hoes (I got dat)
Dro (I got dat)
Money (I got dat)
Cars (I got dat)
Pistol (I got dat)
Niggaz (Get shot at)

[Verse 3:]
[Boosie]

We come threw we stomp you, you owe us we chomp you we soldiers who want to knock a fuckin dome loose ima
Always be a savage ima always tote dat plastic ima always be smart so boosie always gon wear masks I'm gon
Always hit dat classic gon hold BR down with a whip so sick dat make you boys turn around now we burnin off
Da ground the sickest in the town boosie and webbie got dat crown you other niggaz bow down to the feet of
Some youngsta who don't sleep we body bag niggaz and we toe tag da feet we fuckin in da back seat we ain't playin
Wit no rookie we take dat money and we gon throw a party on dat pussy my life style is too cold my niggaz
We run threw hoes pass'em down like newports and rockin dem like new bauds got syrup by the case loads
We leanin like dem Texas boys and we don't karo dat shit we ain't tryna stretch it boy and if you know me you
Know me from gettin loaded you know me from lookin sported you know me from pistol toatin you know me from candy
Coatin my cars rollin wit superstars bondin my niggaz out when they stretchin behind bars (thug life webbie)

[Webbie Talking]

Boosie I swear to God Ima hurt one of these lil bitch azz niggaz in here
Trill Entertainment Young Savage nigga I'm Webbie ya heard me look

[Verse 1:]

I fuck a bitch till she real tired
And I ain't fuckin wit her less she real fine I gotta lot money I ain't gotta lie play me on dat funny
Style nigga gotta die why you spit dat nut out bitch apologize its real deal pimp shit bitch recognize bitch
Say get her some shoes then I reply all you get is a big dick dat circumsized boosie dat 745 hurt they eyez
You got dat LI so ima get dat other kind a mothafuckin straight gangsta dat who is I get outta line ima
Stank ya don't even try murda murda kill kill all in my eyez me I take dat beef shit and tenderize it I got
Them fuckin skeletons all in my closet and it no class experiment some missing bodies bitch

[Chorus]

you want beef (I got dat)
Dope (I got dat) 
Hoes (I got dat)
Dro (I got dat)
Money (I got dat)
Cars (I got dat)
Pistol (I got dat)
Niggaz (Get shot at)

[Verse 2:]
I know you heard to me that beef ain't nothin but a word ya heard I creep and serve bullets they swerve and
Calm ya nerves fuck you nigga I ain't throwin no slurs all I know is streets and birds broads and cars and
Malls big splurgin I used to steal wallets and purses now I feel wallets and purses all the real niggaz
While off my verses boot up retarded and send boys to hurses don't get me started cause boy I might hurt ya
Drunk as a alcoholic ill woop ya ass purple slap ya and kick ya and treat you like urkle swang through and bang you
No I don't think you heard me ku klux klan hang you then light you and burn you young savage what you wan do nigga

[Chorus]
You wan beef (I got dat)
Dope (I got dat)
Hoes (I got dat)
Dro (I got dat)
Money (I got dat)
Cars (I got dat)
Pistol (I got dat)
Niggaz (Get shot at)

[Verse 3:]
[Boosie]

We come threw we stomp you, you owe us we chomp you we soldiers who want to knock a fuckin dome loose ima
Always be a savage ima always tote dat plastic ima always be smart so boosie always gon wear masks I'm gon
Always hit dat classic gon hold BR down with a whip so sick dat make you boys turn around now we burnin off
Da ground the sickest in the town boosie and webbie got dat crown you other niggaz bow down to the feet of
Some youngsta who don't sleep we body bag niggaz and we toe tag da feet we fuckin in da back seat we ain't playin
Wit no rookie we take dat money and we gon throw a party on dat pussy my life style is too cold my niggaz
We run threw hoes pass'em down like newports and rockin dem like new bauds got syrup by the case loads
We leanin like dem Texas boys and we don't karo dat shit we ain't tryna stretch it boy and if you know me you
Know me from gettin loaded you know me from lookin sported you know me from pistol toatin you know me from candy
Coatin my cars rollin wit superstars bondin my niggaz out when they stretchin behind bars (thug life webbie)

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10.

What Is It

Webbie

4:26

[Repeat x2]
Is it my cars, is it my clothes
That make these ho's want fuck fo' sho
Is it my style the way I roll
That makes these haters want hate some mo'

Is it that fifth that I drink, when
I'm in my whip wit the fresh ass paint
That make these ho's
Want look at my face
An make these niggas
Wan be at my place
Or tell me is it my shirt,
That cost three hundred
That make me have to go to heaven with a gun,
Gone make a nigga hate my mommas son
Maybe it's my style, this the way I come
Or maybe its these ho's
That I've done be's
Maybe is yo sista or yo niece
Or how I rock my boes wit no crease
Or how I'm just so throwed and off the leash or
Tell me is it these shoes on my feet,
An how they matchin my fists so perfectly
That make a hata wanna
Go about they way on me
Nigga I don't even you, want to hate on me

[Repeat x2]
Is it my cars is it my clothes
That make these ho's want fuck fo' sho
Is It my style the way I roll
That makes these haters want hate some mo'

Is it my bitch? If it is which one
Moly bitch up in the city
Or the one in the country
O how a nigga so hot numba one
In the country, ever since I did it big
Big money big stuntin'
Or is it my nigga that ? Bun be,
Y'all don't like hearing me
With the UG Kings or
Tell me is it my looks,
That make you ho's scream
And how every mouth all witten want suck on me,
Or tell me is it that screen
As you see inside,
When I be high rollin by
Let me cop one ride
Or tell me is it my style how I'm just so fly
Now a nigga so wow plus I'm on right now
Tell me is it my hood,
How that bitch rode
365/24 wit them quarters and ho's
Or how I holla at my people
Befo they get you some mo'
Handalin' Bentleys with the
People to avoid them folks

[Repeat x2]
Is it my cars is it my clothes
That make these ho's want fuck fo' sho
Is It my style the way I roll
That makes these haters want hate some mo'

Is it my cake, or my bundles of crack
Or how I made this here whip
Mannie Fresh on the track
Or is it the platinum plaque
I'm about to snatch
Cause you know I signed a deal
And it my turn to act
Go put them big 24's
And that brand new Lac

[Repeat x2]
Is it my cars, is it my clothes
That make these ho's want fuck fo' sho
Is it my style the way I roll
That makes these haters want hate some mo'

Is it that fifth that I drink, when
I'm in my whip wit the fresh ass paint
That make these ho's
Want look at my face
An make these niggas
Wan be at my place
Or tell me is it my shirt,
That cost three hundred
That make me have to go to heaven with a gun,
Gone make a nigga hate my mommas son
Maybe it's my style, this the way I come
Or maybe its these ho's
That I've done be's
Maybe is yo sista or yo niece
Or how I rock my boes wit no crease
Or how I'm just so throwed and off the leash or
Tell me is it these shoes on my feet,
An how they matchin my fists so perfectly
That make a hata wanna
Go about they way on me
Nigga I don't even you, want to hate on me

[Repeat x2]
Is it my cars is it my clothes
That make these ho's want fuck fo' sho
Is It my style the way I roll
That makes these haters want hate some mo'

Is it my bitch? If it is which one
Moly bitch up in the city
Or the one in the country
O how a nigga so hot numba one
In the country, ever since I did it big
Big money big stuntin'
Or is it my nigga that ? Bun be,
Y'all don't like hearing me
With the UG Kings or
Tell me is it my looks,
That make you ho's scream
And how every mouth all witten want suck on me,
Or tell me is it that screen
As you see inside,
When I be high rollin by
Let me cop one ride
Or tell me is it my style how I'm just so fly
Now a nigga so wow plus I'm on right now
Tell me is it my hood,
How that bitch rode
365/24 wit them quarters and ho's
Or how I holla at my people
Befo they get you some mo'
Handalin' Bentleys with the
People to avoid them folks

[Repeat x2]
Is it my cars is it my clothes
That make these ho's want fuck fo' sho
Is It my style the way I roll
That makes these haters want hate some mo'

Is it my cake, or my bundles of crack
Or how I made this here whip
Mannie Fresh on the track
Or is it the platinum plaque
I'm about to snatch
Cause you know I signed a deal
And it my turn to act
Go put them big 24's
And that brand new Lac

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11.

Back Up

Webbie

4:25

Trill Entertainment nigga mic check, Webbie and Boosie
Ya heard me, this how its goin down nigga, check it out
Back up bitch, back up bitch, back up
C'mon, trill entertainment
Yo hood can't fuck with mine

Now I know, that you ain't really bout that shit that you be talkin' about
And you be just runnin' ya mouth but you'll get knocked out, drug out the club house
Showin' up with yo thugs, me and my thugs'll make yo thugs bounce
I, suggest that you respect it, disrespect Ill have to check it and when I check it gets hectic
You don't want no savage doin no damage to yo section,
While I fuck yo baby mama she say fuck my babydaddy
If a nigga wants some static let'em have that's the G-Code,
Since 94' I been throwed up in beast mode
Street life is all I know, sellin yo money,
Cars and clothes run for real don't fuck with hoes, unload and reload
We G's y'all hoes, y'all ain't ready to swang with us,
Since youngstas growin' up y'all people wouldn't let y'all hang with us
Yo people prolly 'don't play with guns boy they dangerous',
My peeps don't play with guns they stay with guns and I slang 'em

Bitch back up back up back up bitch back up
Back up back up back up bitch back up
Bitch back up back up back up
Bitch back up
Back up back up back up bitch back up
Bitch back up back up back up bitch back up
Back up back up back up bitch back up
Bitch back up back up back up bitch back up
Back up back up back up bitch back up

Now when I enter this bitch I was ready to get off in my some shit,
Cause I love my hood and I'm a represent in this bitch
Now in the parkin lot,
I had that for glock
Ready that jig goin' keep me hype when I be watchin' over Webbie
In my city A.P. glocks and Smith and Weston,
Thugs who be second guessin' them the ones who be restin'
God gave me a blessin, told me get the crowd crunk,
Say Boo don't change yo style give the crowd what they want (look)
Now I'm that rumble in the jungle 2004 Hummer stunna,
My momma she still wonder why her sons a young gunner
Back back, back back, get out my way let me mob,
All that poppin' in a nigga played out in 95'

Bitch back up back up back up bitch back up
Back up back up back up bitch back up
Bitch back up back up back up
Bitch back up
Back up back up back up bitch back up
Bitch back up back up back up bitch back up
Back up back up back up bitch back up
Bitch back up back up back up bitch back up
Back up back up back up bitch back up

I see y'all actin nigga, oh yeah y'all act a fool,
Betta' stop that actin' lil' savage'll beat you black and blue
I been abused you gotta excuse my attitude,
Plus I been smokin' Hy-dro and drinkin' yak and bruise
I been a fool out here packin tools s
Ince middle school
I been a fool I had the most lud up in the school,
A phone book a referrals I ain't follow no rules
Be quite in class, don't act back and raise ya hands was old rules
I skipped the class act the ass and sold some crack to white dudes
Between class smoked Kools and big blunts before school
Straight up, many niggas glad I ain't go to your school,
Played them hoes I woulda played you like a hoe too
That's tat boy I don't, he start fights erywhere he goes to,
But proudly I don't give a fuck, try me I'll fight you
Hold up back up a bit you fuckin' up my white shoes,
Alright I ask you once, bitch move!

Bitch back up back up back up bitch back up
Back up back up back up bitch back up
Bitch back up back up back up
Bitch back up
Back up back up back up bitch back up
Bitch back up back up back up bitch back up
Back up back up back up bitch back up
Bitch back up back up back up bitch back up
Back up back up back up bitch back up

Now I know, that you ain't really bout that shit that you be talkin' about
And you be just runnin' ya mouth but you'll get knocked out, drug out the club house
Showin' up with yo thugs, me and my thugs'll make yo thugs bounce
I, suggest that you respect it, disrespect Ill have to check it and when I check it gets hectic
You don't want no savage doin no damage to yo section, 
While I fuck yo baby mama she say fuck my babydaddy
If a nigga wants some static let'em have that's the G-Code, 
Since 94' I been throwed up in beast mode
Street life is all I know, sellin yo money, 
Cars and clothes run for real don't fuck with hoes, unload and reload
We G's y'all hoes, y'all ain't ready to swang with us, 
Since youngstas growin' up y'all people wouldn't let y'all hang with us 
Yo people prolly 'don't play with guns boy they dangerous', 
My peeps don't play with guns they stay with guns and I slang  'em

Bitch back up back up back up bitch back up
Back up back up back up bitch back up
Bitch back up back up back up
Bitch back up
Back up back up back up bitch back up
Bitch back up back up back up bitch back up
Back up back up back up bitch back up
Bitch back up back up back up bitch back up
Back up back up back up bitch back up

Now when I enter this bitch I was ready to get off in my some shit, 
Cause I love my hood and I'm a represent in this bitch 
Now in the parkin lot, 
I had that for glock 
Ready that jig goin' keep me hype when I be watchin' over Webbie
In my city A.P. glocks and Smith and Weston, 
Thugs who be second guessin' them the ones who be restin'
God gave me a blessin, told me get the crowd crunk, 
Say Boo don't change yo style give the crowd what they want (look)
Now I'm that rumble in the jungle 2004 Hummer stunna, 
My momma she still wonder why her sons a young gunner
Back back, back back, get out my way let me mob, 
All that poppin' in a nigga played out in 95'

I see y'all actin nigga, oh yeah y'all act a fool, 
Betta' stop that actin' lil' savage'll beat you black and blue
I been abused you gotta excuse my attitude, 
Plus I been smokin' Hy-dro and drinkin' yak and bruise
I been a fool out here packin tools s
Ince middle school
I been a fool I had the most lud up in the school, 
A phone book a referrals I ain't follow no rules
Be quite in class, don't act back and raise ya hands was old rules
I skipped the class act the ass and sold some crack to white dudes
Between class smoked Kools and big blunts before school
Straight up, many niggas glad I ain't go to your school, 
Played them hoes I woulda played you like a hoe too
That's tat boy I don't, he start fights erywhere he goes to, 
But proudly I don't give a fuck, try me I'll fight you
Hold up back up a bit you fuckin' up my white shoes, 
Alright I ask you once, bitch move!

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12.

Bad Bitch

Webbie

4:11

The girl be cooking and cleaning and cleaning and cooking
She be constantly douching and cleaning her pussy
And when she step on the scene everybody be looking
And to get in them jeans everybody be wishing
But she only want players who far from rookie
And if you ain't got the cake
Can't play with the nookie
Her titties sitting pretty and she soft as a cushion
If you try to holla she might holla she tooken
And she walk like a bad bitch talk like a bad bitch
And go and get her hair and shit fixed is a habit
Now bad bitch go and buy Finch more than average
And bad bitches get to take trips with the savage
Can never tell a bad bitch a freak she too classy
But shit I can tell from her lips that she nasty
Expensive ass pant-ses grip to them asses
She mean as a pitbull sweet like care-bear

[Chorus]
Now that's a bad bitch (a bad bitch)
Now that's a bad bitch (a bad bitch)
Now that's a bad bitch (a bad bitch)
Now that's a bad bitch (a bad bitch)
Girl you a bad bitch (a bad bitch)
Girl you a bad bitch (a bad bitch)
Girl you a bad bitch (a bad bitch)
Girl you a bad bitch (a bad bitch)

Now see I can impress a bad bitch the girl gon smile
Caress the bad bitch now the girl gon wild
I'll feed it and treat it like that's my child
Then freak it up and beat it up and that's my style
You get a lot of head when your bread in piles
Cause I'm on right now and I'm saying that loud
A trifling ass bitch make the big dog growl
A bad ass bitch make the big dog proud
Which one is the baddest
That's the one I'm having
The with no kids or just one baby daddy
And she ain't hard-headed
Can listen and respect it
And you ain't a bad bitch if you got bad credit
A thong and press-ons and know how to cook neckbones
I want the MVP with that throwback dress on
Don't like to get dirty and don't mind working
And she don't mind giving me some mouth and lip service

[Chorus]

Now make yourself seen
Cause you a bad bitch
Girl you a bad bitch
Yeah you a bad bitch

Now show your ass off
Cause you a bad bitch
Girl you a bad bitch
Yeah you a bad bitch

Man I love them bad bitches with them sexy ass tattoos
Them bad bitches with them bad bitches attitudes
She a damn a fool got a crib she'll let me camp
Make sure her nigga stay filled with them foodstamps
I-N-D-E-P-E-N-D-E-N-T do you know what that mean man
Own damn house flossed out big screen man
I bring the whole hundred shit what you gon do for me man
Look at her own income she a beast man
Bad bitches holla business first then streets man
She ain't crying over no nigga she ain't weak man
The kinda bitch that put a real nigga on his feet man

[Chorus:Repeat x2]

Come here fa sho
Trill Entertainment nigga
I'm Webbie nigga
My name ain't Weebie ya heard me
Get it right
Mouse on the track
2004 this my year right chea
I'm out this bitch
I need a bad bitch
That's a bad bitch

[Chorus]
Now that's a bad bitch (a bad bitch)
Now that's a bad bitch (a bad bitch)
Now that's a bad bitch (a bad bitch)
Now that's a bad bitch (a bad bitch)
Girl you a bad bitch (a bad bitch)
Girl you a bad bitch (a bad bitch)
Girl you a bad bitch (a bad bitch)
Girl you a bad bitch (a bad bitch)

Now see I can impress a bad bitch the girl gon smile
Caress the bad bitch now the girl gon wild
I'll feed it and treat it like that's my child
Then freak it up and beat it up and that's my style
You get a lot of head when your bread in piles
Cause I'm on right now and I'm saying that loud
A trifling ass bitch make the big dog growl
A bad ass bitch make the big dog proud
Which one is the baddest
That's the one I'm having
The with no kids or just one baby daddy
And she ain't hard-headed
Can listen and respect it
And you ain't a bad bitch if you got bad credit
A thong and press-ons and know how to cook neckbones
I want the MVP with that throwback dress on
Don't like to get dirty and don't mind working
And she don't mind giving me some mouth and lip service

[Chorus]

Now make yourself seen
Cause you a bad bitch
Girl you a bad bitch
Yeah you a bad bitch

Now show your ass off
Cause you a bad bitch
Girl you a bad bitch
Yeah you a bad bitch

Man I love them bad bitches with them sexy ass tattoos
Them bad bitches with them bad bitches attitudes
She a damn a fool got a crib she'll let me camp
Make sure her nigga stay filled with them foodstamps
I-N-D-E-P-E-N-D-E-N-T do you know what that mean man
Own damn house flossed out big screen man
I bring the whole hundred shit what you gon do for me man
Look at her own income she a beast man
Bad bitches holla business first then streets man
She ain't crying over no nigga she ain't weak man
The kinda bitch that put a real nigga on his feet man

[Chorus:Repeat x2]

Come here fa sho
Trill Entertainment nigga
I'm Webbie nigga
My name ain't Weebie ya heard me
Get it right
Mouse on the track
2004 this my year right chea
I'm out this bitch
I need a bad bitch
That's a bad bitch

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13.

Pack Ya Shit

Webbie

(Chours)
Lets straighten it out x4
Now sit yourself down girl

Verse 1
When we started off girl you know it wasnt nothing like dis
Everything was all good we wasnt busten like dis
We used to cuddle all night now we touchen like dis
No open arms jus closed fist aint this some shit how i fliped
And i barely even hug you no mo sometimes i get tha feeling i dont even love you no mo
And it feel like you dont love me cuz it aint like you been round here tryin hug me
And why you always accuse me of being a cheat
Why you always holler'n choose me or choose tha streets
What its goin take for me to say to you to make the peace
To let you know that you can trust me and i aint tryn cheat
And then you wonder why i disappear for bout a week
Cuz i cant make no bread at home and boo we gotta eat
I think its time for all the pressure for to be released now lets get on tha same page baby you and me

(Chours)

Verse 2
Man why you always with that same shit asking the same ole questions about tha same chick
Girl wont you tell me why you stressing you my main bitch how many time i done told you
Stop all that trippen baby you who i come home to there go tha door you can go if you want to
No stay lets just talk it out like adults and get it straight and suck up on ya neck
And rough sex take place now you can smile again and lose the upset face your love is sensational
And cant no notha women replace ya and i break paper to lace ya in the finer things

So why you trippen about the minor things see you need to stick wit me i got all kind of plans
See this hustle her gonna get us all kind of things we goin go and see tha world up in tha private planes
All i need you to do girl is stop playen games

(Chours)

Verse 3
Boo i love you wit all my heart and all my soul
You make me wanna go places i thought tha i'd neva go
But i just wish you understood betta dis cheeta thing
Girl you act like you like tha hood betta
A whole lotta shit done switched since i first meet cha
Before this bread we had a vibe dur the bread came den the vibe left
Ya heart i want cha to tell me whats inside dur
Cuz i dont know and i sho cant read ya mind dear
The last thing im tryna do is make ya cry hear
I'd rather see that pretty smile then see them tears
So now you just wanna give up after all them years
To throw away what we made come on keep it real
I put you befo all tha fellas thats how deep it is
You used to tell me everything now ya secretive
Like dr cliff and clare hugstable how we can live
Its comen girl just chill look here

(Chours)

(Chours)
Lets straighten it out x4
Now sit yourself down girl

Verse 1
When we started off girl you know it wasnt nothing like dis
Everything was all good we wasnt busten like dis
We used to cuddle all night now we touchen like dis
No open arms jus closed fist aint this some shit how i fliped
And i barely even hug you no mo sometimes i get tha feeling i dont even love you no mo
And it feel like you dont love me cuz it aint like you been round here tryin hug me
And why you always accuse me of being a cheat
Why you always holler'n choose me or choose tha streets
What its goin take for me to say to you to make the peace
To let you know that you can trust me and i aint tryn cheat
And then you wonder why i disappear for bout a week
Cuz i cant make no bread at home and boo we gotta eat
I think its time for all the pressure for to be released now lets get on tha same page baby you and me

(Chours)

Verse 2
Man why you always with that same shit asking the same ole questions about tha same chick
Girl wont you tell me why you stressing you my main bitch how many time i done told you
Stop all that trippen baby you who i come home to there go tha door you can go if you want to
No stay lets just talk it out like adults and get it straight and suck up on ya neck
And rough sex take place now you can smile again and lose the upset face your love is sensational
And cant no notha women replace ya and i break paper to lace ya in the finer things

So why you trippen about the minor things see you need to stick wit me i got all kind of plans
See this hustle her gonna get us all kind of things we goin go and see tha world up in tha private planes
All i need you to do girl is stop playen games

(Chours)

Verse 3
Boo i love you wit all my heart and all my soul
You make me wanna go places i thought tha i'd neva go
But i just wish you understood betta dis cheeta thing
Girl you act like you like tha hood betta
A whole lotta shit done switched since i first meet cha
Before this bread we had a vibe dur the bread came den the vibe left
Ya heart i want cha to tell me whats inside dur
Cuz i dont know and i sho cant read ya mind dear
The last thing im tryna do is make ya cry hear
I'd rather see that pretty smile then see them tears
So now you just wanna give up after all them years
To throw away what we made come on keep it real
I put you befo all tha fellas thats how deep it is
You used to tell me everything now ya secretive
Like dr cliff and clare hugstable how we can live
Its comen girl just chill look here

(Chours)

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14.

Mind Ya Business

Webbie

4:03

Hey, I Need Another Plate Nigga, Fuck

Yup,
Im A Get Seconds, Then Im A Get Thirds, Then Im A Get Fourths, Then Im A Get Fifths, Im A Keep On Eating.
Look

Niggas Posted On They Block
Nose Way Around The Corner
Sniffin Nutz Around Here
Man, You Stay Way Around The Corner
You Been Yapping Like A Hoe
That's What Say Around The Corner
If You Know It Like I Know
You Better Stay Around The Corner
I Don't Know Shit About No Murder
I Was Way In California
With Bun B Ridin Dirty
Smoking Purple All That Morning
I Don't Know Shit About No Robbery
Throwing The Wrong Charges On Me
I Was Chillin Wit Yo Wife
While You Was Flightin, An She Was Lonely
All That Pussy Azz Shit You Niggas Offering
I Don't Want It
I Don't Want To Hit Yo Weed
And I Don't Wanna Be Yo Homie
Man, Let Me Make My Cheese
Get The J's To Match My Jeans
Go Post Back Up In My Jeans
And Let 'em Go For 2 For 3
You Around Here Saying My Name
And Claiming I Ain't A Beast
Regardless Of My Fame
Bitch I'll Aim It Up At Yo Cheek
Before I Was Rhyming On A Beat
I Was Grindin On The Street
Pussy Ass Nigga Worrying Bout Me
Click, Clak

[x2:]
Say Lil Daddy, Listen Mind Ya Business
You Just Like One Of These Lil Bitches, Mind Ya Business
Being Nosey, You Your Sickening, Mind Ya Business
Ole Police Ass Nigga, Mind Ya Business

15.

Come Here

Webbie

4:08

(Intro)
whoa wuz up world this ya boy fresh and im fina give you some pimformation about the stiuation ya heard only holla at the bad bitches and im put
your number in my chicktionary ya heard and i'll and i got the next wit a bad ass cunt let me see if yall catch the voicesurprise yall

(verse 1)
yeah you think you all that dont cha caint nobody tell you shit you the shit everybody with a dick want you keep your hair and nails did up bet
you aint even got no kids oh you do you keep your kids up you go to school wat you going for to be a nuse lawyer a teacher do hair or what you aint even
got an old man hu oh you do do he spoil you give ya everything you ask for so ya point you a lady not a trap or slut not a freak you just like to back
your ass up ya mommy aint raised a dummy yous a fan but so the street fame and the money you could pass up keep on danceing im starting to understand ya
so you the type to make them hoes put they man up the fresh white tenne shoes or the sandles make a nigga lose maners gotdamn it.

(chorus:)
come here bitch come here bitch bitch come here bitch come here bitch (hollar at a pimp) come here bitch come here bitch bitch come here bitch
come here bitch bitch (ya nigga is a whimp) come here bitch come here bitch bitch come here bitch come here bitch bitch (i'll take you to the crib) come
here bitch come here bitch bitch come here bitch come here bitch bitch (were a trill nigga live)

(verse 2)
you say you got your shit strait you aint worried bout no man takein care of you you gone git yours any way thick girl pretty face big thighs
skinny waist dont really do the club you just hered that it was jiggalatin aint never been to jail couldnt take that cell dont smoke ? caint take that
smell smoke a lil color but a nigga couldn.t tell jiggle like a stripper but the cooche aint for sale your heart you never gave cause a nigga waasnt real

never felt played cause you can't play a playa instead of gettin hurt you rather chill so you chillin rather be alone then have him playin wit your
fealings im peepin how you actin ? like you aint wit it actin like you some kind of virgin i kinda digg it cause i aint one of them them clowns around
that be bullshittin neva slippin keep playin ima get it cause you sexy

(chorus)

(verse 3)
remind me of the movie playas club im tellin ya face like dimond shape like ebony ? one arched eybrows with a belly ring doing an old crazy ass
dance that i aint ever seen bet you took an hour tyring to squezze that ass up in them jeans is that your real hair or is you stunting come here let me
see ass out spittin butin open hold up better beeyes all low from all the smoke and i can bearly see ass break a hard dick in half girl marry me you like
this song hu young savage im the man to be im from louisiana but ????? i'l get some shit on camra you would never want your man to see me grippin your ass
cheaks pussy drippin water suckin boots and kikin screamin webbie f**k me harder your id on the dresser rite outside the camcorder and every body pisse in
the toilet im retarteded

(chorus)

(outro)
ay ay ay respect it pimpin picture me and yo bitch name on my licen plateon the front of my cutlus you heard me and yo hoe starin me and yo hoe
picture me and yo bitch at my crib on my posterpidict bed with the sleep number 16 matress stiff and im giving her big long hard country dick yeah respect that

(verse 1)
yeah you think you all that dont cha caint nobody tell you shit you the shit everybody with a dick want you keep your hair and nails did up bet
you aint even got no kids oh you do you keep your kids up you go to school wat you going for to be a nuse lawyer a teacher do hair or what you aint even
got an old man hu oh you do do he spoil you give ya everything you ask for so ya point you a lady not a trap or slut not a freak you just like to back
your ass up ya mommy aint raised a dummy yous a fan but so the street fame and the money you could pass up keep on danceing im starting to understand ya
so you the type to make them hoes put they man up the fresh white tenne shoes or the sandles make a nigga lose maners gotdamn it.

(chorus:)
come here bitch come here bitch bitch come here bitch come here bitch (hollar at a pimp) come here bitch come here bitch bitch come here bitch
come here bitch bitch (ya nigga is a whimp) come here bitch come here bitch bitch come here bitch come here bitch bitch (i'll take you to the crib) come
here bitch come here bitch bitch come here bitch come here bitch bitch (were a trill nigga live)

(verse 2)
you say you got your shit strait you aint worried bout no man takein care of you you gone git yours any way thick girl pretty face big thighs
skinny waist dont really do the club you just hered that it was jiggalatin aint never been to jail couldnt take that cell dont smoke ? caint take that
smell smoke a lil color but a nigga couldn.t tell jiggle like a stripper but the cooche aint for sale your heart you never gave cause a nigga waasnt real

never felt played cause you can't play a playa instead of gettin hurt you rather chill so you chillin rather be alone then have him playin wit your
fealings im peepin how you actin ? like you aint wit it actin like you some kind of virgin i kinda digg it cause i aint one of them them clowns around
that be bullshittin neva slippin keep playin ima get it cause you sexy

(chorus)

(verse 3)
remind me of the movie playas club im tellin ya face like dimond shape like ebony ? one arched eybrows with a belly ring doing an old crazy ass
dance that i aint ever seen bet you took an hour tyring to squezze that ass up in them jeans is that your real hair or is you stunting come here let me
see ass out spittin butin open hold up better beeyes all low from all the smoke and i can bearly see ass break a hard dick in half girl marry me you like
this song hu young savage im the man to be im from louisiana but ????? i'l get some shit on camra you would never want your man to see me grippin your ass
cheaks pussy drippin water suckin boots and kikin screamin webbie f**k me harder your id on the dresser rite outside the camcorder and every body pisse in
the toilet im retarteded

(chorus)

(outro)
ay ay ay respect it pimpin picture me and yo bitch name on my licen plateon the front of my cutlus you heard me and yo hoe starin me and yo hoe
picture me and yo bitch at my crib on my posterpidict bed with the sleep number 16 matress stiff and im giving her big long hard country dick yeah respect that

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16.

Retarded

Webbie

3:57

Retarded

[Verse 1]

I'm stackin,rappin but if I just so happen was itI probably would be posted up thugin, sellin crack are somethin
I had 2 leave it alone cause the rats are something
Look kike my return won't be long
The streets keep asking 4 me
Young savage on the mound game ova now
I'm in Houston and A Town where's the muthafuckin crown
I don't have no fuckin friends
I'm solo now
Put my trust and my mack 10 bitch don't let me down
Coloaborate
Just fuck wit them that's makin me sick
Sbroil bitches don't want share
So I'm taking dis shit
I'm a 110 street cat and had my back against tha hope
No money, no love,just tears,weed, blood, and hoes
I'm like slim these niggas don't feel my pain
A ninety-nine problems and but a bitch ain't one
Ghetto stories, gangsta musik, thank big labels ain't come
Shitd we just trying see which one

[Chorus:]

I'm so retarded
And I'm gon all hard and
My game mutheafuckin bitch brains up
And I just getting started
They hate 2 see a nigga ballin
They rather see a nigga coughin
But rap money, street money I'm gon see money
Bitch nigga ragarded

[Verse 2]

If the shit ain't funny den I can't grin And if it don't make money it don't make sense If you really
ain't bout nothing You better zip your lips cause around here stuntin nigga emp yo clip
My grand so ridickuless You can call me da clips
Cause I slap all my bitches you can call me a pimp I'm like the hood candy lady
I got them chips
I got hoes wit J.Lo faces and Beyonce hips
2 home boys doin 7 can't wait till da touch
So many people up in heaven dat I miss so much
vest up up wit my chest and stomach not becuz I'm scared
But no they coming i hope they don't shoot 4 my head

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
18 riding lacks nigga
How you hate dat?
Do it big bad bitch give me dat shake back nigga
y'all ain't got do shit
Just leave it 2 me Push record 4 yo boyand lay back and kick up yo beat
turn up da beat
A pen paper give me one sheet Put a barcode on it
Disrebute dis heat
I got tha biggest fuckin bug buzzin in dis streets
I know you heard a young savage Trill E-N-T
But you forgot bout me
Thought i was gone where i'm gone go
I run dis mutha fucker
I'm the spice in da gumbo
I'm bout my fuckin paper man dats all I fuckin want more
you gone gets wats mine
Oh no, you a dumb hoe
Still good,still can get you right on da down low
It never snow in Baton Rouge
I'm da nigga wit da snow
2 let y'all niggas do y'all thang so I hope y'all been gettin it
Wat up playa
I'm da new mayor of da city nigga

[Chorus]

Retarded

[Verse 1]

I'm stackin,rappin but if I just so happen was itI probably would be posted up thugin, sellin crack are somethin 
I had 2 leave it alone cause the rats are something 
Look kike my return won't be long 
The streets keep asking 4 me 
Young savage on the mound game ova now 
I'm in Houston and A Town where's the muthafuckin crown 
I don't have no fuckin friends 
I'm solo now 
Put my trust and my mack 10 bitch don't let me down 
Coloaborate 
Just fuck wit them that's makin me sick 
Sbroil bitches don't want share 
So I'm taking dis shit 
I'm a 110 street cat and had my back against tha hope 
No money, no love,just tears,weed, blood, and hoes 
I'm like slim these niggas don't feel my pain 
A ninety-nine problems and but a bitch ain't one 
Ghetto stories, gangsta musik, thank big labels ain't come 
Shitd we just trying see which one

[Chorus:]

I'm so retarded 
And I'm gon all hard and 
My game mutheafuckin bitch brains up 
And I just getting started 
They hate 2 see a nigga ballin 
They rather see a nigga coughin 
But rap money, street money I'm gon see money 
Bitch nigga ragarded

[Verse 2]

If the shit ain't funny den I can't grin And if it don't make money it don't make sense If you really 
ain't bout nothing You better zip your lips cause around here stuntin nigga emp yo clip 
My grand so ridickuless You can call me da clips 
Cause I slap all my bitches you can call me a pimp I'm like the hood candy lady 
I got them chips 
I got hoes wit J.Lo faces and Beyonce hips 
2 home boys doin 7 can't wait till da touch 
So many people up in heaven dat I miss so much 
vest up up wit my chest and stomach not becuz I'm scared 
But no they coming i hope they don't shoot 4 my head

[Chorus]

[Verse 3] 
18 riding lacks nigga 
How you hate dat? 
Do it big bad bitch give me dat shake back nigga 
y'all ain't got do shit 
Just leave it 2 me Push record 4 yo boyand lay back and kick up yo beat 
turn up da beat 
A pen paper give me one sheet Put a barcode on it 
Disrebute dis heat 
I got tha biggest fuckin bug buzzin in dis streets 
I know you heard a young savage Trill E-N-T 
But you forgot bout me 
Thought i was gone where i'm gone go 
I run dis mutha fucker 
I'm the spice in da gumbo 
I'm bout my fuckin paper man dats all I fuckin want more 
you gone gets wats mine 
Oh no, you a dumb hoe 
Still good,still can get you right on da down low 
It never snow in Baton Rouge 
I'm da nigga wit da snow 
2 let y'all niggas do y'all thang so I hope y'all been gettin it 
Wat up playa 
I'm da new mayor of da city nigga

[Chorus]

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17.

Gotta Show Me U Worth It

Webbie

4:05

Lets go balla pull dem mutha fuckin stacks out niggaz time 2 ball niggaz...stripperz....all dez hoez b talkin bout pay a hundred fifty for dis hundred fifty for dat...dey gotta show me they worth it

U got thighs and nice curves u gotta show me u worth it i kno u feel like u deserve u gotta show me u worth it imma nigga u aint heard? u gotta show me u worth it and i undastand u need yourz but u gotta show me u worth it

[bg:]
U wanna ride in da mercedes,u gotta show me u worth it,spend cake like its gravy u gotta show me u worth itdo it trill like crazy u gotta show me u worth it,u wanna hotboy baby u gotta show me u worth it

[webbie:]
I gotta main bitch thick thighs ten peice straight dime showed me she was worth it introduced her to da big time dat bitch dere big floss apple bottom lacoste like ta get her toes ssame color as her lip gloss son dat pussy bad but her cash like to shit talk drive a nigga mad right fast make ya hit off then done alotta deep throat off top freak hoe got dat kinda ass youll love to grip it fast tho charge a hundred fifty bust a couple pounds or 3 or 4 bounce one ass at a time u should see her go 2 or 3 at a time never tired want u ta feed her mo fuck alotta niggas long line nigga she a pro..now i aint kno dis ho was a pro when i met her matta fact i took her to a sweet when i met her ask me for jus 50 dollas i look like dat kinda fell say lil mama imma holla i aint buyin ya ill sell ya

U got thighs and nice curves u gotta show me u worth it i kno u feel like u deserve u gotta show me u worth it imma nigga u aint heard? u gotta show me u worth it and i undastand u need yourz but u gotta show me u worth it

[bg:]
U wanna ride in da mercedes,u gotta show me u worth it,spend cake like its gravy u gotta show me u worth itdo it trill like crazy u gotta show me u worth it,u wanna hotboy baby u gotta show me u worth it

[bg:]
If u need u can get it if u want it girl i got it u fuckin wit da realest u aint kno gizzle da hottest lemme see ya work ya body girl shake dat ass i aint mike tyson i aint gone take dat ass but ill break dat ass off proper yea u see bg plz dont stop chea i wont stop till u bust like nine or ten nuts i bust one on ya ass den bust one on ya stomach...u sayin its a money thing ya sleep ya shoulda lemme offer now ya cant get a fuckin thing imma g i aint payin for shit its really a privilege for u to get this dick i aint neva been a trick imma pimp till i die..ne ho say i payed she a muthafuckin lie...if its real real fire and the mouth is perfect i might throw u sommen only if its worth it

[chorus:]
U got thighs and nice curves u gotta show me u worth it i kno u feel like u deserve u gotta show me u worth it imma nigga u aint heard? u gotta show me u worth it and i undastand u need yourz but u gotta show me u worth it

[bg:]
U wanna ride in da mercedes,u gotta show me u worth it,spend cake like its gravy u gotta show me u worth itdo it trill like crazy u gotta show me u worth it,u wanna hotboy baby u gotta show me u worth it

[webbie:]
U want me to break da g code go in my pocket for yo profit neglect my bitch spend time,kiss ass,sneak and take chances miss a couple sales is it worth all dat shit im pimpin badly i treat hoes sadly hook up my music wit ya income taxes make ya tell lies to ya baby daddy do wat i want im trill young savage

[bg:]
Im da hottest ah da hot im da realest ah da real bitch get it how ya live gizzle aint payin ya bills lemme see it gimme dat but ya cant get nuffin back hair fixed nails done fresh fit non ah dat imma mack he a pimp imma pimp he a mack we puttin hoes in dey place ova dis mouse track ya want stacks bitch plz cant get a hundred gotta be unbelievable wit ya fuckin and suckin

U got thighs and nice curves u gotta show me u worth it i kno u feel like u deserve u gotta show me u worth it imma nigga u aint heard? u gotta show me u worth it and i undastand u need yourz but u gotta show me u worth it

[bg:]
U wanna ride in da mercedes,u gotta show me u worth it,spend cake like its gravy u gotta show me u worth itdo it trill like crazy u gotta show me u worth it,u wanna hotboy baby u gotta show me u worth it

Lets go balla pull dem mutha fuckin stacks out niggaz time 2 ball niggaz...stripperz....all dez hoez b talkin bout pay a hundred fifty for dis hundred fifty for dat...dey gotta show me they worth it

U got thighs and nice curves u gotta show me u worth it i kno u feel like u deserve u gotta show me u worth it imma nigga u aint heard? u gotta show me u worth it and i undastand u need yourz but u gotta show me u worth it

[bg:]
U wanna ride in da mercedes,u gotta show me u worth it,spend cake like its gravy u gotta show me u worth itdo it trill like crazy u gotta show me u worth it,u wanna hotboy baby u gotta show me u worth it

[webbie:]
I gotta main bitch thick thighs ten peice straight dime showed me she was worth it introduced her to da big time dat bitch dere big floss apple bottom lacoste like ta get her toes ssame color as her lip gloss son dat pussy bad but her cash like to shit talk drive a nigga mad right fast make ya hit off then done alotta deep throat off top freak hoe got dat kinda ass youll love to grip it fast tho charge a hundred fifty bust a couple pounds or 3 or 4 bounce one ass at a time u should see her go 2 or 3 at a time never tired want u ta feed her mo fuck alotta niggas long line nigga she a pro..now i aint kno dis ho was a pro when i met her matta fact i took her to a sweet when i met her ask me for jus 50 dollas i look like dat kinda fell say lil mama imma holla i aint buyin ya ill sell ya

[bg:]
If u need u can get it if u want it girl i got it u fuckin wit da realest u aint kno gizzle da hottest lemme see ya work ya body girl shake dat ass i aint mike tyson i aint gone take dat ass but ill break dat ass off proper yea u see bg plz dont stop chea i wont stop till u bust like nine or ten nuts i bust one on ya ass den bust one on ya stomach...u sayin its a money thing ya sleep ya shoulda lemme offer now ya cant get a fuckin thing imma g i aint payin for shit its really a privilege for u to get this dick i aint neva been a trick imma pimp till i die..ne ho say i payed she a muthafuckin lie...if its real real fire and the mouth is perfect i might throw u sommen only if its worth it

[chorus:]
U got thighs and nice curves u gotta show me u worth it i kno u feel like u deserve u gotta show me u worth it imma nigga u aint heard? u gotta show me u worth it and i undastand u need yourz but u gotta show me u worth it

[webbie:]
U want me to break da g code go in my pocket for yo profit neglect my bitch spend time,kiss ass,sneak and take chances miss a couple sales is it worth all dat shit im pimpin badly i treat hoes sadly hook up my music wit ya income taxes make ya tell lies to ya baby daddy do wat i want im trill young savage

[bg:]
Im da hottest ah da hot im da realest ah da real bitch get it how ya live gizzle aint payin ya bills lemme see it gimme dat but ya cant get nuffin back hair fixed nails done fresh fit non ah dat imma mack he a pimp imma pimp he a mack we puttin hoes in dey place ova dis mouse track ya want stacks bitch plz cant get a hundred gotta be unbelievable wit ya fuckin and suckin

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18.

U Don'T Want That

Webbie

4:17

Bitch ass nigga tellin folks wat he gon do when he see me
Nigga i dont even know about this fake ass beefin that perpertratin' ass bootin fo some fake ass reason i dont know but all I know you betta shot when you see me 19 since I was i was 12 i been packin them pieces runnin wild thru the hood in Baton Rouge with the beasts.13 goin to school in my nigga Caprices he'll fuck the aunties and I'll fuck the lil neice.High school all the hoes stretch Bauds and creases janitors,contruction workers,I supplied the people.I stay on that street shit and i dont lie to people aint wit that rap beef shit cuz i'll quiet them people. You probably wanna throw a brick and then hide yo fingas dont even try it nigga I'll send a riot to see ya.Bunch of regular ass niggas know the sky is the heater backin out into a war wat you surpise to see me.

U Don't Want That(A bunch of Trill niggas comin for yo muthafuckin stomach get blunted loadin tommies ya dig)
U Don't Want That(That ol red dot aimin fo yo top ghetto hot bullet comin to hit you while you runnin)
U Don't Want That(Walkin ya down like it aint nothin close-close can hit ya hit ya while stumbling)

U Don't Want That Uh-Uh Bitch ass nigga you don't want that, you don't want that

[Boosie]

RELEASES

2005-06-21

Atlantic

2005-08-00

Asylum (0075678382529)

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