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(feat. Will Lean)
(Hook) Lil' Flip always smokin' that la la la Will Lean always smokin' that la la la Play-hef always smokin' that la la la It's Clover G's and you know my lullaby, come on Excuse me bitch, you know I'm rich So don't snitch about how I hustle Cause I got muscle, skip all that shit Just gimme a brick bitch (Will Lean) I'm a gangsta, it ain't love at first sight You's a freak so we fucked the first night I'm in the back seat puffin' that la la la Me and my niggaz gettin' high high high You better ask around, that I smokes a pound Four four desert eagle what I tote around Nigga, in that Coup de Ville Hit ya wit the steel nigga let loose ya grill You choose to squeal, it's the truth I kill With that infra red beam let loose ya grill nigga Uh, and I take ya head off when I grab my shit And start lettin' this lead off (Hook) Yeh, you know how we do it man If you in ya motherfuckin' car Cut this shit up nigga (cut it up) (Lil' Flip) Yeh, we got the dro fire it up You want me to do it show you gotta wire it up Go to Western Union and call me back Gimme the tracking number nigga and I can do that I need the dro nigga top of the line You got clothes in yo closet but they not like mine You got hoes in yo camp but they can't flow like us You got weed in yo yard but it don't grow like us Inhale exhale, Sprints and Nextels Gotta write letters to my niggaz that's in jail (keep ya head up) Locked up they baby momma knocked up If niggaz play wid my money my guns get cocked up I franchise like a Houston Rocket Every eight months is when I usually drop it Every eight blunts is when I usually stop it Every eight glocks is when I usually pop it (Hook) (Play) Ain't wid that huggin' and kissin' and lovin', bitch I'm wid that smokin' and drinkin' Cause I gotta keep it thuggin And I'm bumpin' and grindin' Got to put the snake to bite R kel's I'm up all night put up a good fight If you gon' jack somethin' make sure ya jack good Cause if not, then I pop and I go get my guns I rap for Clover G's and I rap for P-T-P I rap for all them gangstas out there gettin' they cheese I Double XL or Source to make bread I need pots a few bricks to go slice my bread Me Flip and Will will flip and lean on you Take ya truck that's not ya rap and fuck a rap After Lil' Flip album ya ass is crap You know me Play-hef and the tracks we lacin' Smokin' on that bubble that sticky Canadian bacon Fuck a lil hand stamp that shit (Hook) |
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Uh-uh, yeh yeh, mic check
We watchin' y'all watch us Pay attention man Gon' take a while for y'all to catch up Knaw wha I mean?, know how we do it man well do it (Lil' Flip) Things ain't quite like it used to be A lot of y'all rappers confusin' me One day you wanna do a track wid me The next day y'all thinkin' about jackin' me I pack my heat my nigga I don't play that shit If you see me wid a nine I'ma spray that shit If you reachin' for my chain I'm reachin' for ya brain Your Cadillac about to have another red stain Niggaz know I got a gat wid fifty I mean I got a fuckin' track wid fifty Niggaz play, but we don't play When we, get ass nigga we don't pay I pray every night, pack K's every night If the cocaine is tan how the fuck can it be white We got it whippin' and shippin' we gettin' bread My nigga we gettin' head like pistols we packin' lead We'll bust a nigga never ever trust a nigga You talkin' all sweet I'ma cuss a nigga I call ya a bitch, I slap ya momma Nigga I'm vested up, so I'm prepared for the drama Put yo bitch ass in trauma you layin' up Hospital bill goin' up and you payin' up I told ya not to watch Scarface too many times How you talk shit and wasn't packin' too many nines Yup, you just watchin' from the sidelines Pay attention to the books and the guidelines It's my time, it ain't yo time I need bread before mic check and show time nigga These promoters wanna act like they broke When you fuck wid my money I put my hand on your throat I slap ya, choke ya, provoke ya, steal ya, kill ya Bitch nigga I just don't feel ya (Will Lean) Yeh, nigga you know what I'm packin' I seein' ya team homie I know what ya lackin' I got dollars nigga fuck the cents I paid cash off the lot now I got trucks to rent nigga And I'm buckin' ya down, while ya weavin' and bobbin' and duckin' these rounds We stay on the road, y'all stuck in the town Will Lean the chemist nigga I ain't fuckin' around Uh nigga, and I got the Big Shasta Double wrong nigga we gotta blast ya woah Cause I'm keepin' it real In a six hundred wid jimmy, keepin' the steel Uh nigga, it's the chemist I'm full fledge Botany big shot nigga takin' off heads Leavin' ya for dead when I bust the lead Hit ya in the front takin' off ya dreads woah, nigga I'm buckin' these shells a nigga like me ain't gon' be Stuck in the cell bitch (Hook) Everywhere that I go I got people I know Niggaz I used to fuck wid We don't kick it no more When they heard I got dough Niggaz started to flock Niggaz actin' like bitches So I'm packin' my glock (The watcher) |
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Clover G's, bitch nigga
We make them girls get down on the floor We make them girls get down on the floor Like a pimp, yeh, yeh [Lil' Flip] As I walk in the do' I'm watchin' hoes on the flo' Niggaz dressed in fake throwbacks trickin' all they dough Me, I'm a pimp I ain't payin' for no ass I rather be, in the Clover tryna count cash I got alotta hoes, and they carry all my weed You give that hoe yo money and she bring it straight to me Got a bigger pimp cup, got a bigger Escalade You know how we do that shit it gotta be a better way Run the rap game used to run a crap game Niggaz can't even go low ain't that a damn shame I blew up in a couple of years Got drunk wid a couple of beers Sold crack wid a couple of peers I'm the king of the year [Will Lean] I make them sluts lick down on my pole You can take a hoe of the streets but not a hoe, out a hoe Will Lean yeh I know, and I'm all about my dough I'm on the block everyday and I'm pushin' that snow On the road nigga pimpin' these bitches Niggaz hittin' switches leavin' jackers up in ditches I'm givin' niggaz stitches if they fuckin' wid my dough It's the Chemist (and Lil' Flip and we don't love them hoes) Cause nigga I'm a pimp so hoe bring me my green Fore I slap yo ass bitch wid my iced out pinky ring [Hook] We make them drops squat low on the flo' We make them drops squat low on the flo' Like a pimp, like a pimp We make them girls get down on the flo' Here we go [Lil' Flip] Now don't you hate them old, lyin' ass niggaz Actin' like they all gangsta You ain't rollin' wid no triggas That's why you ain't got no figgas That's why you ain't got no deal You playin' with the wrong nigga But you ain't got no skill [Will Lean] Yeh for real grab the K's and kill I got that four, fifth steel and I sprays at will You lil bitch bust ya head, like I'm poppin' a pill Take you out, with the chopper on top of the hill [Lil' Flip] We make 'em, swallow the nut so, follow the Benz You can, call all your friends tell 'em to, swallow my friends We can, do this again when I, come to your town But when you see me at a show bitch don't hunt me down When I come around I want that dro I want yo hoes I do that show, this year, I ain't doin' no more promos [Outro] Haha, yeh Lil' Flipper nigga You know Clover G's nigga Will Lean the Chemist, Will like a pimp I got a bigger pimp cup now David Banner go get that nigga album nigga You know how we do it nigga, yeh yeh yeh Play and Skillz, check out them niggaz Oh yeh my album comin' too you gotta feel me |
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(Hook)
Hey ho (hey ho), let's go (let's go) I know, cause we can get it on tonite You fine (you fine), I pimp (I pimp) And I walk with a limp Man you know the dro got me feelin' tight I'm rich (I'm rich), you po' (you po') Now you know, it's time to hit the block and grind I pimp (I pimp), I ball (I ball) And twenty's how I crawl Can't stop a nigga in his prime (Lil' Flip) Now I was in Washington at the playas ball Every pimp was there yeh in gator's and all I had to fade 'em all I had to pop my collar Valet my car yeh I'm in the drop Impala You got to swallow if you givin' me brain I'm goin' for the chart don't be givin' me pain You can get in the car don't touch shit in the car Do this, get on that plane put this brick in ya bra Come back, bring me the change in a hundred stacks Cause you know how we do it when we makin' that I'ma gi' you your cut and you gon' gi' me my shit And that's the way we do it now I'm in the lab droppin' hits Undergrounds get me paid, shows I'm on stage Hoes go in a rage when they see me on stage Cause I'm iced out when they see my chain they be like who cut the lights out, niggaz at the stores tryna figure out when I drop, I'm comin' sooner than you think In the summer time tanktop winter time mink (Hook) (Will Lean) Hey ma, I done seen bitches come and go That skeeze and fiends that have dreams to become a hoe Scream Geronimo, ya deep in the Pacific (I can hit it all night), if you wanna be specific Baby feel terrific when ya shake that ass Ain't no end when your friends tell you to make that cash Go on make it fast, see if you make it last After every niggaz smash, you mistaken for thrash Bitch where's my cash?, Will Lean the pimp Pimp cups up bitch with codine to sip I'm a Clover G, and I walkin' in dough And every twenty five feet nigga I'm walkin' on mo' Lil' Flipper, yo we gots the gats Them botany boys motherfucka, we gots them stacks S.U.C and we holdin' it down Cloverland on top and we holdin' the crown (C-Note) I know this chick from the north side that like to freak Fucked the hoe in the back of the jeep, Clover G's ain't weak Watch me creep, holdin' on a wood grain wheel Plus I got the diamond grill uh We be winnin', I love the way this free world spinnin' We been hot from the beginning shit It's Botany Boys, creepin' wid them chopper toys Quick to break ya off proper boy shit Call her cell, take her to the next hotel Young bitch know how to fuck like hell Call her friends, they pull up in a big bod Benz I guess we ain't the only one that playin' wid ends |
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(Talking)
There's too much paper to get fuck a bitch... There's too much paper to get fuck a bitch It's too much paper to get, for real But I can't count it all Fuck being around a bitch I wanna be around my dogs, whoo!, uh I'll do the hook like that just let it play do the verse (Verse 1) I'm thinkin' of a master plan Like y'all niggas movin' too slow I got a faster plan I got a faster hand and a faster mind Real gangstas never have to scream pass the nine Cause we masterminds when it come to gettin' loot in half the time, we ride around in drop top coupes Oops I did it again another bitch in my Benz homes When times get hard who can a nigga depend on? A few niggas, my true niggas From day one, DJ Screw niggas I coulda hurt niggas but I tried to help niggas I'm spittin' fire cause everytime I melt niggas I got three mics plus one on my arm The Freestyle King and the fuckin' Leprechaun I'm from the dirty dirty, I know you niggas heard me And if you owe me you better fuckin' reimburse me bitch |
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[Talking]
We flip the hits We flip the chicks We flip the bricks yo [Hook] I like it when you do that right thurr (right thurr) Come here, let me whisper in ya ear (in ya ear) You know, I'ma tell you what you wanna hear (wanna hear) You wanna get it on let's do it right here, OKAY! [x2] [Verse 1] I like that chick right thurr (right thurr) But it ain't no fun hoe if ya don't share Go to the mall and get me a white fur I'm pushin' a Vi-per And believe me I might swerve You got nice curves I'm a pimp you ain't heard? It's three of us and one of you you ain't scared? We at the Adam's mart downtown over thurr (over thurr) Tell ya girlfriend stop wearin' horsehair I'm in a home team throwback Andre wear It ain't no rules why should I play fair We V-I-P at the club all year Just meet me at the back and pull up a chair [Hook x2] [Verse 2] I don't know how to make love music I make thug music, I make club mu-sic Now all these niggas tryna battle rap But that shit don't add up to a platinum plaque I'm like Shaq move bitch get out the way I'm finna dump I move a hundred and fifty out the trunk I hit the jackpot before I got my deal I keep my ear to the streets like Holyfield I got the keys to the crib and it's three in the mornin' I paid for five bottles but three of 'em gone I'm real fucked up plus my eyes gettin' blurred If you wanna do a track and split the grand to a pair |
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(feat. C Bo & Big Shasta)
(Hook: Big Shasta) Now we can roll some berry blunts Supersize two feet long And when it's done stuff the bong So we can smoke on You know we got the sticky trees That's why we make smoke songs One thing I know for sure Is that I'm so gone (C-Bo) Yeh M-J baby you mean everything to me I built all my raps and goals, and life around you I don't care what they think, I ain't right without you I don't dip whip shit, through the night without you Swisha, ciguerilla, cause you just so potent Put the towel under the do', cause you just so open I can see me wid you all in my life I'm in my drop top rollin' down Sunset all through the night Cause when I, fire ya up right, they know you're the truth I just look at them other niggaz, cause they want a hit too But I ain't into sharin' mines, less you one of my dogs If you wid us it ain't shit we blow one of my logs I keep the dro loose, like it's supposed to So when they hit it they just choke like they supposed to You wanna blow to?, you gon' need dough fool You hit my blunt I snatch it back like I don't know you (Lil' Flip) Imagine ridin' down the highway eyes all blurry Cops pull me over cause they know I'm in a hurry I ain't worried I ain't ridin' dirty but I'm high as fuck I hoppin' out like damn, you wanna buy my truck? It must've been my luck, for me to get stopped It must've been your luck, for you to get dropped I roll the creme of the crop, the best shit nigga We ain't fuckin' around wid that stress shit nigga I went to Amsterdam, in a tannish Lan I ain't wear my fuckin' jewelry they know who I am I Lil' Flipper, the nigga who was leanin' to the left Just, freestylin' eversince Jazzy Jeff, and the Fresh Prince Well I'm the fresh king, you wearing little stones I got begets in my ring, I got green weed purple weed No more commercial weed, hah ha That's how I do it smoke one G (Hook) |
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