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[Baby]
For sure, lil' one Off top, playboy Look here These lil' young jive motherfuckers just jumpin' off the porch [B.G.] Let me at 'em [Baby] Better catch they motherfuckin' cut, nigga Look, this block is mine And I don't need these niggas playin' with our hoes 'Cause they're my hoes (say, playboy) I done fucked the whole block already, ya understand [B.G.] We don't even want you comin' 'round no more [Baby] Bitch-ass nigga, catch your cut We got this shit, wodie [B.G.] Gotta hustle {verse 1} [Baby + (B.G.)] Back where I started on my set in black (Uh-huh) Hopped out the passenger side of my 'Lac (Then what?) Under my nuts was two ounces of crack (Yeah?) My lil' nigga, Geezy, say he needed a stack (For sure) Fronted my lil' wodie a ounce of crack The bricks look the same, but them youngsters be strapped From snortin' dope smokin' momo's, and jackin' Old folks scared that's why they be snappin' (What?) Callin' the law look (?) I told the young nigga to learn the mack Poppin' two, short tape [B.G.] Four in the mack [Baby + (B.G.)] We hard-headed head bustas We don't give a fuck - untamed motherfuckers Jumped off the porch as a young motherfucker (What?) My mind went dead (What?) My daddy's dead (What?) My brother's a dope fiend, I'm duckin' the Fed (You lyin') Word got around that a nigga was paid (Yeah?) Supplied the whole uptown - word was said (Yeah?) With quarters and halves (Yeah?), chickens and bricks (Yeah?) Bundles of dope and ounces and shit We drive Bentley's and Jags (What?),Corvettes and bikes (What?) Two Mercedes Wagons with kits and lights (What?) (?) and Prowlers (What?), Suburbans and jets (What?) Twenty-inch momo's with a-thousand a bet (For sure) (Hook2x [B.G.]) Big Tymers - they g's, too Them niggas'll creep, too They'll slang iron where your family sleep, too Big Tymers - they thug, too Them niggas sell drugs, too They don't just stunt - Baby and Fresh'll bust, too [Mannie Fresh + (B.G.)] What? Now, I know you been waitin', playa, all night long (For what?) For me to say, ""Fuck a bitch,"" in a tight-ass song (What?) Well, this the one, lil' daddy: fuck that bitch (Fuck her) Y'all know who I'm talkin' 'bout - she can suck my dick (Eat up) They want (?) with a nigga when your money come right (For real?) When shit get bad, them hoes clean outta sight (For real?) B.G. downed the broad and he passed her to Juvy (What?) Baby got the bitch, and he put her in a movie Triple-X rated (Huh?) Joe Casey say, ""The bitch ate it."" Our two D.J.'s say, ""The bitch can't be faded."" Once again, it's on The bitch jammed up with Stone (Then what?) Wayne and Turk did the bitch when we left her alone Then the sharks, nigga (Sharks?) Yes, the sharks, nigga (Yes, the sharks, nigga) Fucked the bitch in her ass in the park, nigga (In the park, nigga) I don't know that lil' nigga, but I'ma pass her to him Motherfuck that dog ass, jive bitch: Kim (Hook [B.G.]) Big Tymers don't trust hoes Big Tymers don't love hoes After they finished with 'em, them niggas, they'll shove hoes Big Tymers - they toss hoes They don't brown-nose They think they all that, they got the whole clique down them hoes Big Tymers don't trust hoes Big Tymers don't love hoes After they finished with 'em, them niggas, they'll shove hoes Big Tymers - they toss hoes Them niggas don't brown-nose They think they all that, they got the whole clique down them hoes [Lac] What, what, what, We put diamonds, and Rolies, and bracelets, and rings, and necklace, and pendants, and $'s, and chains, and twenty's on Bentley's, and Prowlers, and Jaguars Cadillac's, and Benzes, and Beamer's, and fast cars Houses and mansions with marble and mink floors Movie-screen TV's with automatic glass doors Hoes say they love me, but friendships don't last, though We rich but we fucked up from shit with the last hoes The dollar ain't on the chest, the body is still tatted Ride or die for CMR - get outta line, get battered Lil' Wheezy more platted Baby more platted Big Tymers, Hot Boys, and them sharks - they all gatted My watch thirty karats - Suga Don the grand-daddy Rappers, while you're hatin' your car, we now have it (?) we move packages, (?) jack it Man stood and rest in piece - head bustas was his jackin' Dog, when I grow up, I wanna be just like me: A millionaire, bobbin' his head to a Mannie Fresh beat And I swear under my shirt, June Miami heat Around my neck with some fingers'll last 'til January (Hook3x [B.G.]) Big Tymers stunt very hard Drive the finest cars Big Tymers got that work Got a Impala, and got it hard Big Tymers - they live in lavish Neck and the wrist is platted Every kind of diamond that they got, them niggas have it [B.G.] For sure, nigga (For sure, nigga) B.G. and the fam' If you gotta be a B.T. ([B.] It's like bein' a H.B.) A H.B. ([B.] Ya understand) Ya understand Ya undersmell that Ya gotta go get it Damn, Baby, you're blindin' me, yeah You're blindin' me, yeah Boy, you're blindin' me, yeah You're blindin' me, yeah ([B.] Turk and Lil' Wheezy) Lil' Wheezy ([B.] To then B.Geezy) To then B.Geezy, to O.Geezy How you love that And it's all good, nigga (It's all good, nigga) ([B.] Get your mind right) Get your mind right Big Tymers been doin' this here (Been doin' this here) Since '92, nigga Pimpin' ain't easy (Pimpin' ain't easy) ([B.] Been stun'n) Been stun'n ([B.] Repped out like a motherfucker) Number-one stunna, nigga ([B.] Uptown New Orleans, nigga) The world's number-one stunna, and the world's best producer, nigga The Big Tymers |
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[lil' wayne]
What, what what, what, huh Huh, huh, big tymers, huh Better act like you know it I be comin wit' it And you saw wayne from a distance in the expedition I'm on chrome, 20 inches you know who I be Oh yes, you know me 4 feet, millionaire, that's h-o-t Whoa-ty, slow down, you might be a hater Slippin' 'tal in your drawers, hot boy ______ Get up, cardion, lobster regular And you can call me on my cell-ular, what? Celebrate and pop the don p Beep, that's me that drop the funk beat, uh uh Me and lil' travis stun'n hard off 'less my daddy grab it I got a roley on my wrist with 10 karats And i'ma shine but I'm still bout blastin', huh? Nigga rollin' short about paper Bedroom, 2nd floor, in the 'vator I'm a superstar (star), money makin' pimp Up in the double r (r), just me and slim I'm getting cheesed by the milk stackin' cake, boy Cash money, how you luv that, playboy (playboy)? Don't hate me, baby cause I'm beautiful 3x How you luv that, playboy? [verse 2] We go lights, action, camera We here to hammer ya Go ask pamela or your baby momma lil' tamera Feel like a samurai or zorro Rich niggas don't borrow Cut a check or wait til the bank open tomorrow Look at ya sorrow, ends gotta meet, kids gotta eat While we make a meal, rhymin' in and out of beat Am I to see shit? don't even look for it, it's way off Concerts sellin' out like chicago bulls playoffs So stay off the ground cause it's dangerous, whoa-ty Too many riches, these bitches don't, won't hang with us, whoa-ty It's a gang of us, whoa-ty You see one everywhere you go, ain't no thang with us, whoa-ty You get it either it show We go to the bank so much, bitch, we got a bedroom With hoes countin' money and giving niggas head, room So when you hear the leg boom, bitch you better get somewhere Somebody gettin' hit somewhere, butt on the run, startin' shit somewhere, Playboy [chorus] Don't hate me, baby cause I'm beautiful These flashy cars ain't new to y'all Don't hate me, baby cause I'm beauiful These flasy cars ain't new to y'all, playboy [verse 3] I got these niggas takling about this black-on-black hummer I scored that last summer But this year playboy, I'm gonna stretch that motherf**ker I bought a yukon for my main bitch with my newborn Pictures of other ol' ladies suckin' on my dick While you be loving the stupid bitch Now I guess I been playing with about 10 million and something These hoes been giving me they pussy like it ain't nothing Going to the club with 10 g's and a bar tab that's all on baby Lettin' these hoes and niggas drank for free Playgirl but you gotta understand one thang, that shit all on cash money Well here's another case, where this hoe sprayed mace in my face Cause I wouldnt give this hoe no plate Tellin' me I think my shit don't stank cause I got a benz, a hummer, a lexus And a penthouse that say "hoe hater" With tatoos with number one stunner With billionaire on my left arm, and millionaire on my right arm Bitches be lovin' this gold grill, homey I spent 20 g's on my earrings, homey Nigga, I aiin't met a nigga who could drop a beat like fresh And I ain't met a nigga that could out shine me See I gotta clip that called pussy-go getters Now playboy, these hoes be lovin' these cash money niggas [chorus then talk til the end] |
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[B.G.]
Baby gangsta got an A.K. With 50 shots for that ass We play it raw on V.L. If you lame you can't last No hesitation in my trigga finga is to blast Any false move will leave a nigga on their back Wodie I'm young but strictly bout my cash Fuck petty check I want it in thousand dollar stash I'm a nigga that's on the grind for six figures I'm a chilla but bring me out my back I'm always splita You kill me it really don't matter to lil B.Geezy It's cool whoa I'm waitin' to see my nigga L.Teezy No bullshittin' I fuck bitches by the pack Hoes be wishin' to watch t.v's in the Expedition Me and Lil Wayne keep it real like we supposed to It's a few niggas carros (???) that i get close to Any other I put a slug above their shoulder It ain't no secret I represent uptown soldiers [Lil Wayne] Now I be gettin' down and dirty from the U.P.T. Nigga try to test bless his soul he rest in peace You mess with me and you will see how messy it be Lil Wayne hat tipped Dickies fall to my feet I done went a lot of places The same nigga that be jumpin' out some cases Yes I pull up in my Compresser (Mmm-hmm) You seen me earlier in the Lexus That's how we do it What, got something against me and my cash money brothers Yeah I thought but nigga know that I'm a young head buster I come to tear this mother...Don't say that I keep it real like a mamasita don't play that What's happenin' Shipa (???) Hot Boy gangsta rap writer I write your crew when you spit but my beats tighter My nigga Fresh come with tracks that'll move you He hit you with the *erre-check-erre-check* One-Two (Ha Ha) Now wait what where my guns at Where all my niggas who ready to bust back Now check this look: I don't think you niggas ripped ever what I can bring 20 or 30 bullets close range to your frame This h-o-t-b-o-y-u-p-t be where I'm found *inhales* Smoke on a pound and come to tear your neighborhood down Look here neggey you think you really ready? No, I hit make 'em sick like a *choghs* bad cold Lil Doogey and I ride the 4 by 4 shh Nigga I'm too fast you can't slow my roll What [Mannie Fresh] Whoa Kemosabe, Big ballin is my hobby 2 bitches in the room 2 bitches in the lobby Baby what!? Tear this motherfucker up You don't want it in your mouth put it in your butt Breathe it up like town I represent down 7 ward nigga with a mean-mug frown Knock a bitch out, then wake a bitch up Then knock a bitch out again Y'all pick the bitch up I ask a bitch like Mia How the fuck you gonna see a Bad ass mad ass captain bitch beater (MMMM) What's the difference between me and your pipes Please, 20 G's you dick suckin' morphodites I got the brand new car the Downtown Superstar Saint Bernard to DeVille nigga you know who i are Project pecker, scatter site wrecker Comin' out your 'Bauds hoes y'all wait a second How the fuck you gonna kill this These bitches love the willist (realist) Ask your pa who the man (Mannie in old man's voice) I ain't gonna lie, he the realist [Lil Wayne] Y'all niggas ain't ready for us Get your guns up We come and tear it up (what) Y'all niggas ain't ready for us Get your guns up We come and tear it up (what) These niggas ain't ready for us (huh) Y'all niggas ain't ready for us (what) These niggas ain't ready for us 6 figures hot boys cash money brothers (uh-uh) These niggas ain't ready for us (what) These niggas ain't ready for us We come to (what) Put your guns up We come to (what) Tear this mother up (huh) |
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Awww man, Man I sure believe this one here man, gon' be so beautiful
I know everyone out there gon' hafta love this one, ya heard that? (Verse 1) Now, who the fuck cars for days Crazy hoes and momos with the 20 inch blaze Picture me and the missus driving Expeditious The backstabbin' friends blowin' kisses Chrome-struck bitches, wood grain wenches Leather seats, la la la, anything else itches I done done it, the Bubble IGS 300 Anything else around here, playboy I run it Bought the black Yukon, new Storm, microwave with futons She not white, unh unh, she Cub-an Karats on my fingers, fuckin' R&B singers 1998 Lexus, dickslangers Nuts-hang-us from South American Don Perrion, Mil cousin, move on Can you top-uh Nigga with a Calico to helicopter Move, shake, shove that Ask yourself nigga, "How you luv that?" (Chorus) How you luv that? 20 cars on chrome, nigga How you luv that? 20 shows in the dome, nigga How you luv that? 20 hot girls to bone, nigga How you luv that? BRRTTT! 20 Primeco phones (x2) (Verse 2) Nigga, how you gon' tell me that shit ain't changed When niggas used to play curls now the playin' braids And In my crib I got an elevator fuckin' with these hoes heads With alligator pillows cases in my bed I gotta scream, "Cheese-y" so bad Playboy, I had to get approval from the city and the motherfuckin' feds I said fuck these white folks 'til I'm dead Cause I'ma ball 'til I fall and spend 20 G's at the mall Now playboy, you can tell me how you luv that I bought my son a rolex with diamonds embezzle When 9 months, a Cash Money medallion with 20 diamonds in each letter, son So peep this, nigga I got a million dollars worth of cars all on chrome, can you compete with this? That's beautiful, these 6 ties with that Range Rover Earrings costing 15 G's with T.V.'s Nigga, I'm trying to put a screen on the hood of the Humvee With my face on top, nigga, can you see me? I got so much money, I'll never do time I'll play them white bitches like they play me at all times I got 20 G's to put on they leather seat Or for all the coke chargin', 3-time felon on one rap sheet What the fuck I look like? Choppin' tree and pickin' cotton When I should be fuckin' hoes and money clockin' I'ma Big Tymer, ask Lac, you can believe that Playboy, nigga, tell me how you luv that? (Chorus) (Juvenile) Baby, what you mean that Juvenile ain't bout matin'? You besta get yo' mind right and go ahead with that hea-din' What? You must think these diamonds ain't real or sumpin, huh? All of this shinin' gon' get me killed for nothin' huh? Nigga, fuck that, I'ma ball 'til I fall from Carolton by the lake to General Digaul So baby, buy me Cristal, shiny jewel Hit the caddilac, 2 wheel with 20 inches Rolex with diamond bezzles, 20 G cel My floor shinin' from mar-ble, cross-connect In my position, we make nothin' but G's If you rich, then you belong got CMB Don't hate us nigga, cause we beatiful, nigga please You think I'm stun'n now, just wait 'til I come back with them keys Niggas fear this, they hate, but they don't come near this I done wrote a song about the bitches, you wanna hear this? They say Juvenile, you motherfucker, you off the heesy I got these hoes pussy poppin' tell they cheesy and greasy Can you see me in that Bubble I, how you luv that? Can you see me in that BMW-ah, how you luv that? (Chorus the Lil' Wayne talks til end) |
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Whazzup
This the life nigga Check Lil' Wayne: I got ten round my neck, twenty on my wrist Million dollar luck ah, million dollar kiss Pull up in my Lexus, sippin on Dom P Call me lil' baby but you ain't know it was C.M.B. I floss everyday wooday Knowin to shine like a crushed wined face Roley What the deal on the real it's all about scrill Pretty grills, pretty broads, and plenty mills ah Ridin to myself up in my baby benz Playin tens, goin shoppin with my lady friends Flyin to Nashville, me and bob splittin eighty Then I chill on Washatona with Slim and Baby See the $ on my back symbolize my click See the $ around my neck symbolize we rich Always wonderful, but Baby gotta see it to believe it All this ice and rich heights man it's off the heezy Fifteen and I'm workin wit a hundred and better And you can put that on my diamond Gucci bezel What Chorus:(x2) I got ten around my neck (mm mm) And baguettes on my wrist (*Bling*) See we ball till we fall (la la) Livin a millionaires dream (wootay) Verse 2: Since I done hit me a lick, I done got some shit That most niggas out chere can't fuck wit Sixty- Five on rims to get they mind right Then took the Cash Money piece and put twenty all night Now I'ma ball till I fall if it kills a bitch Check the crown of the Roley from the flick to the wrist Six figures ain't enough for this game that I'm in If I can make a hundred G's then I can make a million Rice and Baby in a loader fuckin around with them hoes Me and Slim was parlaying makin deals in the rose Wayne and Manny in a hummer spit 'n game to a bitch B.G. and Juvi in a benz bumpin hot boys this Big Tymers oh it's nothing nice I ain't sellin for shit If it's a Bentley that I want, it's a Bentley I get Drop-top, CD changer, come equipped with the phone Cash Money Big Tymers and we ride on chrome Playa Haters want to picture me fallin' If you could picture 'Pac rollin, then you can picture me ballin Living good, lookin good, playin cards with the ??? CMR Hot Boys Big Tymers for life, nigga Yeah we drinkin diamonds and gold For the nine scrilla, biatch (echo) (Chorus) Baby Nigga I got million stashed so I can buy these buildings And duck these killings And tipping these niggas tryina have billions I just wanna raise my two children Going to these white folks and demandin millions Havin 'em saying Cash Money worth figures And tippin 'em just like Suge Knight did 'em And I done did my dirt in the process tryna' make millions See I done did a lot of shit in my lifetime Like, makin money, committing these stupid crimes But I still got my ghetto stripes When I'm pimp in the game Cuz, I love to hustle all through the night Cuz, when I hit my block it's like the Pope done stopped I have them lil' children sayin, "Baby please don't stop" Worth six figures and I'm rich and these hoes and right Hustlin all night so Lil' Bryan can eat right I'm going holla at my people in Melph to make sure shit right ??? so I'ma cruise to the next life Me and Bryan got to bitches we goin fuck tonight If they don't give up the pussy hotel they get left tonight That's how it be worth some G's Man you can play them hoes like they ain't worth shit You dig (Baby Talking) (Chorus) Manny: Young niggas wearin cracka gators All my life eatin steak and potatoes Valet please get the beige Mercedes It's beautiful, la la, don't hate us Back up for the most spectacular, cake stackular Performance like Acura, got these stayin like Dracula Vroom, how you like that diamond bezel Blindin everything up in this bitch when I hit the shiny pedal It's marvelous, the life I live Smile pretty child got plenty Crystal to give Rolex's for everyday of the week Blowin gars in all kinds of cars will my brother Keith Steaks and fetuccini, lil' girls in bikinis Maybe Baby might let me use his beige Lamborghini Givin all these project hoes the weenie On radios and videos y'all hoes seen me Life styles of the rich and richer Look on any bad bitch wall you goin see my picture Wildlife on my feet everyday of the week Now how that shit hit you Look here Baby I'ma get wit you |
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[Baby]
Now I'm feeling good and fine Smokin green and drinkin wine Ten thousand dollars at the bar (all on baby) I guess that makes me a super-duper star Drinkin ripple and tangarae A brand new drink I call it bri-barae (Chorus) My life is beautiful (Livin that good life) It's just beautiful (Livin that good life)(2x) [Baby] Take me baby to the motel When we're finished you can go tell Teresa, Lisa, and Dawn How we got butt-naked and got it on How I split ya, hit ya and brung ya home Stole ya chains and rings and herenbone (Chorus) (Hook) Dont hate me baby cause I'm beautiful These flashy cars aint new to y'all(2x) [Spoken : Baby] How you love that 1998 Thats Big Tymer style There's a lot of these niggas baller blockin Standin in the way Cause I'm gone shine All the time How you love that (yeah) On the bass Funky Fingaz can I get a woday On the keys just woday (woday) Just woday (woday) Big woday (woday) Take it to the bridge take it to the bridge (Bridge) Just rollerskate rollerskate Dont player hate player hate(2x) (Chorus) [Spoken : Baby] This here is platinum material Just light, light-weight track How you love that It's gorgeous out here I'm a neighborhood superstar I'd rather be young rich and local Than nationwide and broke bro All the time (all the time) All the time Y'all can say what you want about me I got this man Drinks is on me Everybody order something, drinks on me Everything on me (moet, moet) I love myself I love myself, I love myself Shouts out to the whole city The broads alright but the niggas pretty |
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[Baby]
And these hoes still lickin niggas earrings and shit, diamonds and shit Nigga break it up, rock it up, bake it up That's what homeboys do when they tryin to see somethin Nigga shake it up, warm it up, cut it up Playboy, won't you help a nigga come and move somethin Nigga tint it up, rim it up, paint it up That's what Cash Money do when they go and buy somethin Nigga spend it up, drink it up, throw it up That's the Cash Money modo, we don't give a motherfuck Nigga shoot it up, boot 'em up, snort it up That's what homeboys do when they beefin or somethin Nigga makem' up, stack it up, jack it up That's what playboys do when they come up on somethin Nigga ice it up, dress it up, bezel it up That's what Cash Money do when they lexin or somethin Hoes suck it up, lick it up, drank it up That's what hoes be doin tryin to come up on somethin [Wayne & Mannie] Tell me what kinda Nigga got diamonds that'll, "BLING", blind ya Tell me what kinda Nigga wear Roleys that'll out-shine ya Tell me what kinda Nigga got diamonds that'll, "BLING", blind ya Tell me what kinda Nigga wear Roleys that'll out-shine ya [Lil Wayne] Now now, it's Lil Weezy steppin on the gas, so smash I don't mean to drive fast but I'm in a Jag Catch me speedin up the block flossin, showin my golds Wit me drop top ridin 'til me ??? explode Got a vehicle wit games in it 30 thousand dollar Rolex wit Wayne in it Got a Benz and a truck, 20 on my feets Plus a house by the beach that I barely see Man this the life behind the wheel of a Diablo doin 90 Boltin my doors up so that you can see me shinin Tymer tymer, think you can phase, not hardely I'm still a rider, and I tote K's, can't harm me I pass ya block up, ya son amazed, but I'm sorry It aint my damn that ya'll aint never saw a Ferrari But you can check it, I aint gon' even much sweat it I'm headed to the casino wit 3 G's doin better [Wayne & Mannie] Tell me what kinda Nigga got diamonds that'll, "BLING", blind ya Tell me what kinda Nigga wear Roleys that'll out-shine ya Tell me what kinda Nigga got diamonds that'll, "BLING", blind ya Tell me what kinda Nigga wear Roleys that'll out-shine ya [Mannie Fresh] You could take the ugliest broad in yo city Dress her up and make the ugly duck look pretty Me? number one pimp, playa >From the Himalaya, broads love the way I say a... Mack-a-docious super knockout rap Sittin in the club wit ya bitch in my lap Now that's a cap Guess who's comin to dinner Captain weenie wit a beenie, best believe he fin' to Stick a pickle dead up in yo mouth Work it in and out If you gon' scream, then scream, if you gon' shout, then shout Your name should be "oh" 'cause the thangs you do Or suck that pickle, yeah, dat thang fit you Ya yuckey don't miss a dropped star I love it when ya do me in back of the car You's a hot heated porno shooter, sex tooter Barracuda, standin in the nud-a Girl you da, reason why my dick standin heavy Fuckin in the Chevy House, lake in front levy I want to dedicate this song to all the [edited] and they belly |
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Manny Fresh:
Everything on me, my skills pay the bills Buy my momma a house and buy my daddy some hot wheels I'm the number one pepper star, look at y'all Hat to the back, make my way to the bar When I'm in your town, bling, I'm gon' shine Gimme the best bottle of your best (glub, glub, glub) wine Can I have your attention, couple of things I'd like to mention I stay in a big ass house wit' a big gold fence and Wit' the Beemer, Benz, and a Trooper Living room Supa-Dupa Size, Suprose This a big ass diamond, y'all go ahead and cover y'all eyes Look out here I come, stunt man number one I'm makin' airplanes outta fifties just for fun The boat, the plane, the Viper man The 4 TV's in the black Range A black boy havin' all these thangs Now how should I ride man Baby: Captin stunter, I ride with a Mack 11 Cause I'm a Uptown hunter, a big dope fronter And 10 a ki still a number I ride Rolls Royce Canisus I took my main hoe out a Yukon and put her in a drop top Benzie I got these bitches trailin' me nigga, cause I got a little money Got these hoes wanna give me pussy cause I got a little money But I got 10 hoes, all with golds Wiot' my name tatooed on the back of they assholes Wit' 20 inch rims, that's how I ride nigga If you ridin' 16's don't ride beside me nigga I'll give to my niggaz, before I give to these broads My block on fire, my niggaz in heat We clockin' a hundred G's a week I boat the yacht, and a screen TV And put my face on the hood of the muthafuckin' Humvee So you niggaz could see me I'm bout to do somethin' dangerous I took the steerin' wheel from the left to right so I could look famous I wear 2 pair of drawers, wit' 2 Rolex watches Wit' 22 bitches on my log nigga I guess that's the thug in me I lie to these bitches 7 days a week I put that on my lil brother LD restin' in peace B.G.: They wan' know how I ride Still get high Wan' know how I cross and front the feds, still floss I'm the B.G., in ya car, shit rangin' I'm playin' cheddar cheese, Hot Boy$ ain't fakin' Wanna hang wit' B and Slim gotta have 10 G's Cause them niggaz spend money like it grow on trees We ballin' got cars from every company Expedition, Rams, even a Humvee Ain't that somethin' none of us over 25 Daog you think they really rapped and got Q thangs for 5 Now lil daddy you got a nigga fucked up You could live for 'Burbs but nothin' but speakers on that truck Ah hah, we floss all week man Every night I got a different bitch under my sheet man They see me in the drop Jag and get out the way They know who it is when they see me in the Rover the next day Cadillac: Call it ghetto wrist nigga, wear filled with bagettes Crushed out on my neck with the matchin' bracelet Uh, cocked to the side in my 98 bubble eye Put on your shades cause you can't stand it with the naked eye Why, cause I'm a shinda I got diamonds and golds that'll blind ya, blind ya Get out my way cause I'm comin' through Man that' 'lac in the Jag, yeah and I'm sittin' on 20's too Livin' my life like I'm a millionaire How many young black niggaz you know wit' Rollies and Carliare Wrist wear, niggafilled with jew-els Now everybody wanna shine like CMR Cartel Uh, Wodie, Put on your 'boks and your 'bauds Uh, and put some 20's on your Benz so you can shine when you roll We got the finest cars and the finest broads Buyin' mansions on Washingtoners we take our garage Uh, now you see now we ride, how we ride Wit' VCR's and Playstations, wit' the wood inside For sheezy boy How you luv that Done it again BGeezy off the heezy |
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