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Hi, this is the Lifestyles of the Rich and Famous
Today we're interviewing Lil' Flip (what's up man) So Lil' Flip tell me, how long have you been rapping (man I've been rapping ever since)... [Lil' Flip] 1995, I was in junior high I saw a lot of shit, so I was glad to be alive A lot of people died, but a lot of people here And when I turned 15, my vision got clear It's time to be a man, time to make a plan It's cool to make a hundred, but it's best to make a grand My Granny got sick, and then they found cancer We got to pay the doctors, but God got the answer The surgery went good, my Granny doing well My baby on the way so I can't go to jail And to my niggas on the block, stop selling rocks 'Cause I'm a tell the truth you can't outsmart the cops You see what I did, I only drop hits Chopping up game, why'all chopping up bricks And some niggas snitch, cause they can't take the heat How we gone go buy a system when the system got his beat [Young Redd] Hey, I'm from the home of the Astros, home of the Rockets Born to rap yo, with a microphone in my pocket Always thought I was grown, you couldn't tell me nothing I would talk shit if you tried to tell me something But I regret that, I had some minor setbacks Old people thought my future would be jet black All my years growing up, I thought life was a game You can't make it real far, thinking life is a game Yeah we lost a couple of friends, I almost lost my brother I don't know what would of happened if we lost eachother Everyday is something new, I just take it in stride You only got one life, so enjoy the ride Sometimes I was paid, sometimes I was broke Me and Gray started hustling but my mama didn't know But it's cool, cause now I'm into this music The man gave us a gift and we loving to use it And if you look real close you'll see That you can only be you, and I can be me 'Cause can't nobody ever live my life but me But you will never see what I see like me huh me [Chorus: x 2] And you don't know what I've been through So you shouldn't judge me And you don't know what I will and I won't do So you shouldn't judge me [Lil Ron] It's getting harder now I just don't understand Why the people in the world disgrace the black man All that I could say, is pray and let it be Little right and try your best not to end up like me See I was the nigga that slang dope and steal cars Glad I stopped before it led behind bars Heart aches and scars, help me feel my way Understand today I got a decision to make Now do I want to live right or continue going wrong I'm never at home this music keep a nigga gone But this is what gets me, who are you to judge 'Cause I'm young and black, people still hold a grudge Just a nudge right now'd push me over the end When I was 14 I lost a very close friend And ever since then my life ain't been the same That's the biggest reason why I had to make a change [Lil' Flip] Never judge a book by it's cover, a man by his wealth And if you already on your feet why don't you help somebody else This what I was taught, so that's what I live by 'Cause you can't take none of this shit with you when you die So everyday I try, to keep my head high But these bird ass niggas always jump fly Should I take em out the game, naw I'ma use my brain I'm a kill em with kindness, and blow up my name I came from nothing, and now I got a little change A nigga happy now but I went through some pain And everyday it rain, there's gone be some sunshine I never thought I could put my whole life in one rhyme [Chorus: x 2 |
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Duke E Loud, Lil' Flip, you see what we doing
You see what we driving, you see how we living You see the rims spinning, you see the platinum grill Still man in it, uh uh I pulled up in the jag (you see it) Everybody know I got Texas cash (you see it) I'm like Juve throwing up a soldier rag (you see it) In H-Town I throw up a Clover flag (you see it) On T.V. I'm still leaning to the left (you see it) Got a deal but I didn't sign with Def (you see it) Got a deal with Sony now we richer (you see it) Look me up I'm in The Source see my picture (you see it) I got hoes just coming to my shows (you see it) I got niggas just running to my do' (you see it) You see everything we smoke is endo (you see it) It's a truck but it's made by Benzo (you see it) I'm Lil' Flip I'm in the Dirty Dirty South (you see it) I got about fifty grand in my mouth (you see it) I represent for my nigga named Screw (you see it) Some niggas claim red, some claim blue (you see it) [Chorus:] Nothing less than twenty thousand on my wrist (you see it) You got cars in your yard but none like this (you see it) Candy frame, I'ma swing on twenty inch (you see it) I ain't got to tell these hoes that I'm a pimp (you see it) Be banging the Jaguar behind the ten (you see it) Hydro chronic smoking know you smell the scent (you see it) Got my heater under my Iceberg fit (you see it) I'm the shit, I got these hatas pissed you see it, you see it You got a Cartier but it's little (you see it) Look at mine I got X's in the middle (you see it) I go to sleep on a Iceberg bed (you see it) I'm feeling smart cause I always get head (you see it) I might ride candy red, or black (you see it) If it's called a Escalade it's a Lac (you see it) If you sitting on twenties then they shine (you see it) If it ain't endo, we call it pine (you see it) Down here everybody got gold (you see it) Still flipping cause we all got hoes (you see it) Still rich cause we all got shows (you see it) Couple of friends but we all got foes (you see it) Down here Lil' Flip run the South (you see it) Owe me money there's a gun in your mouth (you see it) Want a show you better send my deposit (you see it) As far as Sucka Free camp go I got it (you see it) [Chorus:] Pump your breaks my rims be spinning in place (you see it) Don't worry we ain't got bad breaks (you see it) This frozen water got my gums feeling numb (you see it) I'm like naw cause I know I got a gun (you see it) Got a thug girl, a slugs hit me brain freeze (you see it) I'm like Alicia cause we move the same keys Niggas know I got more dope than Homer (you see it) I'm getting head from your gal in the sauna (you see it) My strap's sticking in my lap but never hit me (you see it) I got some millions but I'm still on a mission (you see it) A million that dot com tatted on my arm (you see it) The Screwed Up Click written in platinum on my charm (you see it) I'm bending corners in that Lac, I'm gripping grain This that Dirty Dirty what we do is swang We gone ball and we gone never be ashamed Platinum versus, platinum teeth and platinum chains [Chorus:] You see it (Repeat 4X) |
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| 3:55 |
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It's the 8 rulez on the streets
You live by this, you won't get holed up 1, never let a nigga know yo business 2, always start what you finish 3, stay on yo note, don't slip 4, be careful 'cause these streets are a trip 5, always keep a glock in yo whip 6, real niggaz stick to the script 7, don't slang crack where you stay 8, just don't do it, okay? In my hood all you see is dope fiends an' dope dealers Rats an' roaches, police an' 4 wheelers [Incomprehensible], pawn shops, liquor stores 30 year old men, chillin', drinkin [Incomprehensible] Stop signs, but don't nobody ever stop It's ten groups in my hood, but don't nobody drop Plus the block is hot an' this dope game cold Through rain, sleet or snow, birds gotta get sold Birds get sold, I stand an' watch the game unfold Thing gets low, I told my connect right in the snow They exchanged the dough, leave the scene wit no clue 4 words you gotta remember, 'Don't break the rules' Use your tools, it's kinda like you move, you loose If you don't fuck wit me, I ain't fuckin' wit you Check the game 'til you see my weapon aim Nigga, I ain't a rookie I'm a veteran, mayne 1, never let a nigga know yo business 2, always start what you finish 3, stay on yo note, don't slip 4, be careful 'cause these streets are a trip 5, always keep a glock in yo whip 6, real niggaz stick to the script 7, don't slang crack where you stay 8, just don't do it, okay? Hustle for yo whip, stack Benjamins Buy a cookie cutter, whip it, ship it, then I'm in the wind Back to home base, I'm on a paper chase I'm not a case catcher, so I can't catch a case Money on my mind an' how am I gonna get it I dress like I'm broke, but I'm really runnin' the city Bricks turn into crumbs, gallons turn into ones Drugs, violence, distributin' narcotics usin' guns Money, cash, hoes, swangin' glass folds Get the dough, pay the bills, man, that's all I know Hustlers never sleep an' sleepers never hustle Down on the interstate with a brick in my muffler Keep it on a low 'cause niggas be snitchin' They'll do anythin', so they won't see prison Man, you never know, yo brother could be a snitch A month later, now you got Undercovers shakin' yo piss I'm off the block, somebody better call the cops I'm haulin' rocks, somebody better call the doc I'm shippin' an' handlin', when I'm not chicken dismantlin' The family don't feed me, I feed the family 1, never let a nigga know yo business 2, always start what you finish 3, stay on yo note, don't slip 4, be careful 'cause these streets are a trip 5, always keep a glock in yo whip 6, real niggaz stick to the script 7, don't slang crack where you stay 8, just don't do it, okay? 1, never let a nigga know yo business 2, always start what you finish 3, stay on yo note, don't slip 4, be careful 'cause these streets are a trip 5, always keep a glock in yo whip 6, real niggaz stick to the script 7, don't slang crack where you stay 8, just don't do it, okay? |
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| 3:35 |
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huh huh
I had to do somethin like dis ya know huh I shoulda listened I shoulda listened <i>[Lil' Flip - Verse 1]</i> I shoulda listened, when ya said boy go and get a job I shoulda listened, cause you gotta sell dope or rob I shoulda listened, when you told me I need to go to college but right now I'm tryin to money in my wallet I shoulda listened, when you said boy make good grades but instead I was worryin about dem new j's I shoulda listened, when you said boy dont get no tattoos now it's 2 years later and now I got 22 I shoulda listened, when you said keep playin basketball but I was makin mo money standin in the hall I shoulda listened, when you said I need to be in the church but that's hard "why" cause everyday I gotta concert I shoulda listened, when you said I need to watch my friends cause yesterday my partner got jacked fo' his Benz I shoulda listened, when you said dont stand on the corner cause all black folks do is smoke marijuana <i>[Chorus: repeat 2X]</i> I shoulda listened, when yo told me dont do that I did it any way I shoulda listened, when yo told me dont hustle but I gotta get paid <i>[Lil' Flip - Verse 2]</i> I shoulda listened, when you said quit standin on the block cause all that do is make it easy fo the cops I shoulda listened, when you said it dont matta what car you drive long as you pay yo bills long as you survive I shoulda listened, when you said dont be hangin at the club cause people get drunk and wanna shoot the club up I shoulda listened, when you said you cant please everybody right now I'm findin out I dont need everybody I shoulda listened, when you said dont bring dem niggaz to ya house cause when you aint there theyll try to break in ya house I shoulda listened, when you told me you reap what ya sow so everybody I meet I cant treat'em like a hoe I shoulda listened, when ya told me do somethin wit my time so I picked up the pen and paper and now I'm writtin ryhmes I shoulda listened, when you said forget the money put God first so that's the way I gotta end my verse <i>[Chorus - repeat to fade]</i> |
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| 4:00 |
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(Lil'Flip)
Lil' Flip Represent 7-1-3 Now when you see me in the Lamborghini speeding, bumpin Screw I know you see my license plate, "Lil' Flip #2" I use to skip summer school, hit the block and move work That was enough to buy some shoes, pants, and a new shirt Now I'm shinin like Puff, wearin diamonds like Puff We got everybody else music sounding like US So hold up! You better get your own style Cause we been bumpin Screw down here for a while! And when you see me at the mall, Just me and my dawg I'm shoppin with them, Cause I ain't trickin for a broad I do shows and rock crowds, And then I get paid Summer time, I'm on dubs, Winter time, I'm on blades My whole click livin laid, man we all got Vets My crib so big, I ain't even see my room yet But hold up! You better get your own style Cause we been buyin six-figure homes for a while! Now when you see me in the Vibe, Murder Dog and The Source And the XXL, standing next to a Porsche I get paid with my voice, so I pimp these beats I hate commercial rap, so I pimp these streets You don't work you don't eat, that's a known fact I just don't rap, nigga I know how to act But hold up! You better get your own style Cause we been fuckin with magazines for a while! (Chourus x1) Because we represent the 7-1-3! The type of Rappers y'all never goin be! We makin money y'all never goin see! Because we represent the 7-1-3! Houston, Texas nigga! Now when you see me with Tigga, On BET Or 106 and Park, with AJ and Free Or MTV, come take a look at my house And after that, come take a look at my mouth Yea I represent the South, like Pastor Troy And I'm still Fresh and Clean, like Andre and Big Boi But hold up! You better get your own style Cause we been talkin shit on TV for a while! Now when you see me with a sweet, blowing smoke out my nose 9 times outta 10, I'm probably blowin Hydro So don't blow my high, just leave me alone! Cause I get high like Cheech and Chong Call me 'Afroman' when my hair ain't braided I got 20 tatoo's but I'm still educated But hold up! You better get your own style Cause we been smokin high-time weed for a while! And when you see my at the club, I gotta get my floss on Techno, my ring shinnin, and I got my cross on I gotta brand new phone, Cause I'ma rich nigga And when people call, you can see they picture I'm still Lil'Flipper, but my money got taller And my Benz got wider, and your hundred got smaller But hold up! You better get your own style Cause we been acting bad, drivin cars for a while! When you see me Big Pimpin, like UGK I'm choppin on blades, candy-paint, Jog Grey I'm sittin on Twenty's, but I'm twenty-one I'm ridin with an AK, you still got a B-B Gun So you need to Back, Back, and gimme 50 feet Cause you ain't sellin records like Sucka-Free But hold up! You better get your own style Cause we been ridin around with straps for a while! (Chourus x2) Because we represent the 7-1-3! The type of Rappers y'all never goin be! We makin money y'all never goin see! Because we represent the 7-1-3! Houston, Texas nigga! |
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| 4:44 |
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Heyyy, Ho (This is the way we ball)
This ain't the regular version You know what (This is the remix y'all) Ha ha, this for Lafayette, Arkansas Alabama, Streetport, Louie Ville, Baton Rouge Austin, Corpus Christi (This is the way we ball) <i>[Chorus - 2x]</i> And we like to floss, all my diamonds gloss I represent the dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty South (This is the way we ball) And we riding blaze, Jags and Escalades We Third Coast born but we all sections paid (This is the way we ball) <i>[Lil' Flip]</i> Uh I'm Lil' Flip, I'm back on this track, I'm still pushing Lacs But this time around, H.S.E. got my back Now we got paper stacks, cause we keep making tracks My pockets like Oprah, they getting so fat (fat) Cause I can do that, you know we been balling We got Playstation 3, and four DVD's falling My engine never stalling, so I'm speeding like flash I changed my name to ATM, cause I've been having cash I've been blowing hash, I been driving Jags With Burberry paint, and now I make your gal faint When she touch my car, and if she Give head, she can't puff my 'gar But now a nigga grown, so I need grown money I don't wanna split shit, cause I need my own money Then I'ma see Johnny, and buy another chain And since I'm in a big body nigga get out my lane <i>[Chorus - 2x]</i> <i>[Lil' Ron]</i> I like this grape now, everyday we ball out This purple stuff all day, until we all out We ride black drops, sitting on twenty two's And blow dro all night, back through the afternoon I keep it coming, cause Lil' Ron's a bread winner Better remember, chain froze up like it's December Get your mind right, we playas of the decade We ride blades on Jaguars and Escalades <i>[Young Redd]</i> Me g, I'm riding blades well on gold We repre-sent for the South where the music's slow And this is, sipping purple and blowing hays This is, grinding and getting paid And you can keep your six hundred, give me a drop top Plus a iced out watch, the size of a shop cart This the, boy from the block wait but that ain't all This here is the remix, and Redd and Ron gone ball, y'all <i>[Chorus - 2x]</i> <i>[Lil' Flip]</i> I'm swinging, about to rip the kizzerp, sipping on my syzzerp And on the back of my throwback it say Larry Bizzerd Cause all we do is shots, all we do is drink I'm the only one who went to the prom in a mink So how you love that, or do you really hate it Or do you love the rims on my drop top Mercedes I pack a 3-80, cause I got to watch my back I'm still jamming Screw, I'm still jamming Pat I represent the South, and you know we keep it crunk We been having paper, you can ask my nigga Hump And if you ever come to my town just holla Cause Lil' Flip and Sucka Free all about they dollas <i>[Chorus - 2x]</i> |
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[Talking]
For the hoe ass niggas This for the niggas, hoe ass niggas Look at the nigga right next to you, look at him Is he real, is that nigga real, is that girl real Is that girl real, huh [Chorus] He a hoe, he a hoe, he a hoe, he a hoe If that nigga owe you money, he a hoe She a hoe, she a hoe, she a hoe, she a hoe If that hoe won't let you fuck, she a hoe He a hoe, he a hoe, he a hoe, he a hoe If he don't want to sell you weed, he a hoe She a hoe, she a hoe, she a hoe, she a hoe If she don't want to give you head, she a hoe [Lil' Flip] They call me Thunder Cat, cause I got so many hoes They call me cookie man, cause I sold so many o's Did a lot of shows, made a lot of cash Slid out the Benz, jumped in a jag Jumped out the Jag, then I hopped in a Hummer Guess what I drop, underground this summer But get ready, for the shit about to hit the air And bitch you ain't smoking endo, so I don't care [Chorus] [Lil Ron] Say Flip, look at all these hoes Some are girls, but its niggas also I'm tired of getting attention, when walking in places Niggas is hating, I'm fin to hurt they faces Change the paces, winning the races Money I'm making, cookies a nigga baking Feeling my status, above average Lil Ron be ready for all that static [Lil' Flip] We got automatics, nigga we still thuggin' Nigga we still hustlin', all the hoes still loving The way that we flowing, the cars that we driving The way that we hustle, that's the way we surviving Going to shows, going to clubs Riding on Blaze, riding on Dubs We from the south, we country as hell why'all smoking that brown weed, we got that funky smell The dro and the do-do, the blueberry endo Riding on low-lows (Flip there go the po-pos) Step out, let me see your license And your insurance (nah, cause) You a hoe, you a hoe, you a hoe, you a hoe If the laws pull you over, he a hoe She a hoe, she a hoe, she a hoe, she a hoe If she want child support, she a hoe He a hoe, he a hoe, he a hoe, he a hoe If he fucked up your car, he a hoe She a hoe, she a hoe, she a hoe, she a hoe If she tear up your Bentley she a hoe [Redd] I ain't never been the type, to be in love with a hoe Instead I'm trying to leave, out the club with a hoe A basket case, I spit in a bastard's face Walk in, crash the party, and trash the place Fuck it I tried to tell em, some niggas wouldn't like it Too bad, you should of seen it coming like a psychic Then its, back to the Benz that's sitting on chrome men Waving at the hoes, yelling aiight then [Chorus] [David Banner] Ki's from over seas, for me that's just some cain 30 g's and robbing lanes, that's just some change Bows from them hoes, you know, that's just them thangs Listen to my pimp game, listen to my pimp game Yeah fuck em, my nuts let em suck em and let em go Mississippi, p-p-p-pimping, mayne fa sho Coming down, gripping grain up on the do' On the flo man you slow, and not knowing that she's a hoe You give her all your feelings, she giving me all your do' I'm shopping all day, for Polo and hydro Weed greed man, her pussy is what you need I'll fuck her in the puss, she giving you all them seeds [Lil' Flip] All my down south niggas get crunk (get crunk) And all my eastcoast niggas get crunk (get crunk) All the westcoast niggas get crunk (get crunk) All the up North niggas get crunk (get crunk) All the midwest niggas get crunk (get crunk) All the K.C. niggas get crunk (get crunk) All the H-Town niggas get crunk (get crunk) All the Pensacola niggas get crunk (get crunk) [Redd] Whenever you see a hoe, point em out (point em out) Whenever you see a hoe, point em out (point em out) Even if you know a hoe, point em out (point em out) Whenever you see a hoe, point em out (point em out) [David Banner] All my Mississippi niggas get crunk (get crunk) All my Mississippi niggas get crunk (get crunk) All my Mississippi niggas get crunk (get crunk) [Talking] That's all I know my nigga, nah for real though Baton Rouge, you know I'm talkin bout Oklahoma coming down and L.A. |
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| 3:15 |
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<i>[talking]</i>
Uh, Lil' Flip, them hatas still mad Man look, Big T <i>[Chorus: Big T]</i> Why y'all haters still mad I said I don't know why baby Cause Screwed Up Click acting bad Cause Screwed Up Click acting bad <i>[Lil' Flip]</i> You might see me in the benzo, sitting on Lorenzos, blowing on some endo It's five o'clock so I'ma drop my top, and let down my window I'm candy paint with DVD's and Playstation 2 I got a mic with a crown on top that say R.I.P. DJ Screw But I'ma hold it down like it's supposed to go, make this Screw shit coast to coast I can't be stopped like a locomotive, M-P-C H-P eighty rolling My paper folding like laundromats, S-P-S black Cadillacs E-S-1's cause cataracts, Gucci suit with the hat to match Like Fat Pat I'm on chrome, my Prime Co. on roam Sold out shows at the Astro Dome, y'all ain't know my money long Y'all money gone cause we changed the game, and came with tighter flows I wear expensive clothes got plenty hoes, cause nigga that's all I know Like shopping sprees and credit cards, two ways and cellulars Smoking blunts and pulling broads, everyday I'm switching cars But I'm a superstar like Denzel, but I ain't gone win a Grammy I sold a hundred thousand now I see why niggas can't stand me <i>[Chorus]</i> Why y'all haters still mad I said I don't know why baby Cause Swisha House acting bad Why y'all hating the way y'all do Why y'all haters still mad I said I don't know why baby Cause Screwed Up Click acting bad Cause Screwed Up Click acting bad <i>[Lil' Flip]</i> All these cars I got to flip one, all these rims I got to whip one All this wood I got to grip some, Texas boys off the hook huh Chain and charm with two my chain, project corner with too much weight Sleep day time and work at night, making cash is my life Sipping Sprite and breaking mics, winning money shaking dice Hitting licks and shaking vikes, you want three chickens pay the price Bubble light on foreign wheels, iced out grill'll make me chill Peanut butter in my Seville, buy a pint and pop a sill <i>[Lil' Ron]</i> Buy a pint and I'll pop a sill, and my blaze chop like a south-mill Y'all hatas mad cause we in a Jag, and that Iceberg got us dressed to kill How you feel cause I'm fired up, pour me up another cup It's S.U.C. and Swisha House, and them big faces we fold up Lil' Ron make you hold up while I take a trip with Lil' Flip Blow'd get you wide up and it'll make your ass run off a cliff Kenoe got the track throwed, we making hatas hate us bad I'm a Rosewood thug that keeps my pants sagging <i>[Chorus]</i> Why y'all haters still mad I said I don't know why baby Cause Swisha House acting bad Why y'all hating the way y'all do Why y'all haters still mad I said I don't know why baby Cause Screwed Up Click acting bad Cause Screwed Up Click acting bad |
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| 5:14 |
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feat. Bizzy Bone
(talking) (Chorus: Bizzy Bone - 2x) We ain't scared, especially if you come up to us And try to bust and when you think we ain't for playa hating We ain't scared, and just because we Serious, mysterious and curious [Lil' Flip] You niggas acting like hoes, wearing eachother clothes Bragging about platinum, nigga that's white gold Fake niggas talk, and real niggas hush Fake niggas run, and real niggas bust why'all got me fucked up, I been a street nigga And when it's cold outside, I bring my heat nigga Don't beef with me nigga, cause I get down and dirty I make a call at one o'clock, you gone by one-thirty Nigga I ain't scared I pack, infrareds My enemies like batteries, half of em dead You heard what I said, I'm down with trigga play Cause all you see in convicts and killas, where I stay I know Hump, got my front and Redd, got my back I know Bizzy, got a tech and I'm coming with a mac So start riding your wheel, we coming with the steal And it's a fact, that most niggas mouth get em killed (Chorus - 2x) We ain't scared, especially if you come up to us And try to bust and when you think we ain't for playa hating We ain't scared, and just because we Serious, mysterious and curious [Lil' Flip] I cock and spray, hit you from a block away We ain't scared, believe me we got a lot to say And if you see me in the club with a smile on my face That don't mean shit cause I got a nine on my waist So you can play Superman and get your ass paralyzed Cause when it comes to my guns, they all super-sized You better recognize we ain't Sucka Free for nothing So when I say I'ma get you, you know I ain't bluffing Cause niggas turn into hoes when you pull a gun out And if I pull a gun out, I'm trying to knock a lung off Now who the boss, nigga you already know I got a team of headbusters, where ever I go And if you got beef let me know I'm ready for war I got a semi-automatic that'll machete your car And next time you talk down, I'ma teach you a lesson So call mama, and tell her she gone need her a reverend, what (Chorus - 2x) We ain't scared, especially if you come up to us And try to bust and when you think we ain't for playa hating We ain't scared, and just because we Serious, mysterious and curious [Bizzy Bone] Papi cholo, cops sniffing co-co, my deadly remedies Like hot topics, hit that body look like frishchami And that Bone Thugs-N-Harmony, telling everybody Hit the floor, so what in the fuck you think I came here for Warrior, ain't no other character, for the love of money yeah When I'm down in Houston, Texas niggas are gut playas Some of these niggas is dinosaurs abducted like flying saucers Niggas don't think like that, lick it down, on my alters The most of my grave suite, model mama, put em up now Daddy use to beat you deeply I stay on my tech with die-yah Tupac to Bob Marely, my six the holley Halle Berry touching my braids They ain't giving justice's name killing em black bald and all Game recognize game, fame recognize fame Niggas they hang, niggas they bang, niggas they slang Pick up your Mac 10 quickly and bring the pain One in the brain, one in the body it's an everyday thang (Chorus - 2x) We ain't scared, especially if you come up to us And try to bust and when you think we ain't for playa hating We ain't scared, and just because we Serious, mysterious and curious (talking) |
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| 3:06 |
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<i>[talking]</i>
<i>[Lil' Flip]</i> In elementary I used crayons, even chalk I learned to count money before I could read and talk And my mama told me son, you need to shine I couldn't stand at the back, I had to lead the line I use to make good grades, but I talked in class In middle school I was late when I walked in class I the teacher ran a aron, I taught the class And what I didn't know, I was about to ask And just because I played ball, I got easy grades And when I turned 13, I got even fades Everybody wearing Air Macs, Ree's and J's But all my parents cared about, was B's and A's In high school, I picked up my pen and pad I had dreams, of pulling up in a Benz or Jag I had to get it on my own, I couldn't depend on dad I had to grow up too fast, but then I'm glad Because the stuff I know now, I wouldn't believe it The main goals that I set, I wouldn't achieve it I'd probably be locked up, or running the streets I'd probably wouldn't have platinum, in front of my teeth I'd probably still be mocking, trying to earn a dollar I'd probably be in the hood selling sherm or powder But instead, I'm making bread legal dough Going to church and staying away from these evil hoes <i>[Chorus - 2x]</i> You only got one life, you better do what you can Cause when you turn thirteen, you are a man And I can't be broke so I'ma rock the crowd It's up to me, I gotta make my mama proud <i>[Lil' Flip]</i> There's a place called heaven and a place called hell There's a place called freedom and a place called jail And if you go to jail, they gone treat you bad Take your commissary, and beat you bad So I'm staying out of trouble, I'm chasing my dream I know you see your little boy on t.v. screens I'm blowing up, your little boy making it happen I'm not selling dope mama, I'm making it rapping So when you go to sleep at night, you know I'm safe Cause in Houston everyday somebody catching a case Like yesterday, my partner went to jail And he ain't coming home until he fifty seven He nineteen, so you do the math I got smart, man, I choose to rap So when I grow up, my kids can have a good life That's all I wrote, y'all have good night <i>[Chorus]</i> <i>[ad-libs]</i> |
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| 4:02 |
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Uh, the remix Lil Flip, Juvenile, Skip
I can do dat, sucka free UTP If I spill drank on my shirt, I can do dat It don't matter I got a lot of Iceberg, I can do dat I'ma spend 180 on tha house, I can do dat 'Cause I ain't got a lady or a spouse, I can do dat You know I'm ridin' S type Jags, I can do dat No belt, so my Guess might sag, I can do dat Cardiar is my wrist wear, I can do dat My bank account similar to Ric Flair's, I can do dat Next week I got a show wit tha dirty, I can do dat And everyday I wear a throw back jersey, I can do dat I'ma fly to Miami for a night, I can do dat We front row at the Roy Jones fight, I can do dat I just got a deal for 20 mil, I can do dat I'm like UGK 'cause I'm trill, I can do dat And I put new platinum in my grill, I can do dat And guess what, I did that before tha deal, I can do dat I still wear box wit da bows, I can do dat Like a bag a whole block fulla O's, I can do dat Throw a free party in the tunnel, I can do dat Niggas sip syrup through a funnel, I can do dat Turn a housewife into a hoe, I can do dat Stash a quarter million in tha flo, I can do dat Call a private meeting with the mayor, I can do dat Tell him quit hatin' 'cause I'm a playa, I can do dat I want a business talkin' in ebonics, I can do dat Fly to California for the chronic, I can do dat Pump my Rolls Royce in the jects, I can do dat Put 23's on my new Lex, I can do dat Pass on the sale for 10 keys, I can do dat A palm tree hid wit 10 G's, I can do dat Come through this bitch wit no clic, I can do dat Spit the remix with Lil Flip, I can do dat Hey, so if you see it, take it, hire it, shake it Money make it, microphone break it If you see it, want it, buy it, own it Drive it, flaunt it, factory chrome it I can turn a block into three, I can do dat Turn around and sell 'em all for cheap, I can do dat Hustle one day of the week, I can do dat The other six smoke weed and sleep, I can do dat Catch a plane from N - 0 to da ville, I can do dat I'ma blow about a half a quarter mil, I can do dat Then fly from tha ville to H- Town, I can do dat You Flip man I just touched down, I can do dat Nigga I'm foreva' like botany, I can do dat Meet me right here C-note got me, I can do dat Don't make me have to call will-lean, I can do dat Shouts out to my patna Mean Green, I can do dat I still throw money at my shows, I can do dat You still look funny wearin' gold, you can do dat I stopped wearin' gold last year, I can do dat And now, I get mo' sex than a papsmear, I can do dat I still got rocks on my wrist, I can do dat I still never shop for a chick, I can do dat I still got dem bricks on da strip, I can do dat Who run the south Juvenile and Lil Flip, we can do dat I put 20's on tha Land Rover, I can do dat I talk shit 'cause I'm a Cloverland soldier, I can do dat Fly to ATL and get drunk, I can do dat Blow a whole house with hood junk, I can do dat Hit Daytona for a week, I can do dat I had a show wit 8 Ball and MJG, I can do dat It only took a year and now I blew up, I can do dat But Dj Screw I'ma stay screwed up, stay screwed up Hey, so if you see it, take it, hire it, shake it Money make it, microphone break it If you see it, want it, buy it, own it Drive it, flaunt it, factory chrome it |
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<i>[talking]</i>
Yeah, it's Lil' Flip, Seville KnowI'msaying, we gone do This for the girls though huh <i>[Seville]</i> You wanna F-L-I-P with S-E-V-I-L-L-E Flip with Seville tonight - <i>[2x]</i> <i>[Lil' Flip]</i> You ain't got to stereotype me because I'm a rapper Cause after every show I be on another chapter Not running to them hoes, but I'm running to my do' Cause when I make money I don't shine, I just glow If I don't work, then I don't eat So I'm not tricking cause I'm looking for the treats And if you play it right girl we could take it far How bout walking in the park, rolling in my Jaguar <i>[Chorus: Seville]</i> You know you got me hypnotized up, sliding them thighs up Get ready to slide up, open you wide up tonight You know you got me hypnotized up, sliding them thighs up Get ready to slide up, open you wide up tonight <i>[Lil' Flip]</i> I wonder if I broke both arms would you right a flow for me If a girl scratched my car would, you fight a hoe for me Go out of town and go get the dough for me If I can't buy weed, would you grow for me If I go to jail will you come and get me out If a nigga got tickets, would you go and set it off I don't know but I'ma find out, that's what I wanna know Cause I'm looking for a girl, I'm not looking for a hoe Everyday I got a show, but I don't fuck around And a nigga making money as soon as I touch the town I'm a million dollar star, with a million dollar car We could get in the jacuzzi and blow a cigar With some hash in it, six car garage with some Jags in it Nigga got a trunk, and I got ten bags in it Went to buy some Gucci and some Prada And niggas know I'm a leader Lil' Flip will never follow, holla <i>[Chorus]</i> <i>[Lil' Flip]</i> I was lying, about taking a walk in the park But girl I got some weed, where's the lighter let's spark I'll tell you bout me, you tell me about you And if you play it right I might start calling you boo Got to cook for a nigga, write a hook for a nigga If you say the law's coming, then look for a nigga Cause a nigga need a gal, who's a ride or die chick Excuse my french, I need a ride or die bitch <i>[Seville]</i> All I want to do is come, inside Girl tonight I wanna make you feel alright Ooh baby girl you feel so tight tonight I like, I like, I like All I want to do is come, inside Girl tonight I wanna make you feel alright Ooh baby girl you feel so tight tonight I liiiike, the waaaaaay you feel, tonight - <i>[2x]</i> |
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i rhyme at school/ i rhyme in tha club
i got mo cheese than a rat/(want some) my game so deep/ like 2,000 sumthin leagues/ up under tha sea/ but i be on tha streets/ hustlin wit speed/ last of a dyin breed/ niggaz know my magic / i got tricks up my sleeve/ look at how i spit/ look at how i flow/ bet if i fucked up/ that i wouldn't hit tha floe/ case ya'll ain't know/ i ride wit guns n clips/ n got some wise words/ that'll be told like myths/ givin tha game whiffs/ on they shirt it might stain/ my words overflowin, like you caught in heavy rain/ tempo goes/ cornas covered up in snow/ bitch niggaz don't know how it work from tha stove/ cop it cook it chop it/ what ya'll want to do/ this that hot shit that ya'll need ta tune to/ what ya'll want to do/ what ya'll gotta say/ (fuck that screw down hea, okay) how you niggaz actin/ how you niggaz roll/ (fuck that nigga/ southside still on) 2x i'm lettin glocks dispearse/ ta some niggaz i am tha worse/ this tha second verse/ like tuts tomb i'll leave ya cursed/ rock niggaz like babys they be fast asleep/ i got heat/ specially knowin that tha talk is cheap/ but mine cost a whole lot/ of them dollaz n riches/ i keep a hot glock leavin victims wit stitches/ they in obituaries identified by they pictures/ can't be no dj if he ain't scratchin wit mixers/ my rhymes cappable of bein bought by tha latest/ my clique is on tha verge of bein considered tha greatest/ we like ta show off so them hatas gon hate us/ while sippin stonewall/ in tha club i git lazy/ gittin picked up/ bankers we leavin sticked up/ stats leave ya ripped up/ talk shit then step up/ niggaz betta rep(what) they claim/ i'm a head of tha game / 'cause they call me beretta 'cause i'm sprayin ya brain/ Lil Blake a.k.a Beretta High Point, NC 27260 ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By WESLEY WESTON, LAVELL CRUMP, C. NOTE SMITH <i>Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group</i> |
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| 4:28 |
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[Lil' Flip]
Uh, take a look in my eyes, tell me what you see A nigga who was young, grew up to be a G I started off playin basketball for my coach He started hatin so I took a differint approach I'ma rap, fuck sweatin, and I'ma do somthin (like what) that a nigga won't be regrettin Could I ride? (no) Could I steal? (no) Could I jack? (no) Should I kill? (no) Nah, I gotta get my shit together Cause a nigga need a house and big furniture with the leather I pick up the pen, I pick up the pace And I used to be broke I couldn't even pick up my face And now, listen to the shit a nigga be doin While you nigga's thinkin that a nigga's career be ruined From smokin, and drinkin Drinkin, and smokin And I'ma try and go platinum while you thinkin and hopin Wishin and lookin, trying to do what I do And if ya fuck with me, ill shoot or ill sue And how you want to' handle business, I can get it like that And sellin work on the block, I used to get it like that But I had to back back, and open up my eyes When you runnin in these streets, you might get a surprise Your friend could be a foe, your girl could be a hoe And everybody you think got your back, you don't know Doop been here before a nigga got rich So Doop right here when I ridin in my 6 My nigga Cease make beats for me everyday And guess what he don't never ask to get payed My nigga Red keep it real, Hump got my back When I didn't have a car, Hump bought a Lac Now Hump bought a Jag, and I'm in it Runnin through these hoes but my name ain't Emitt Uh [Chorus: Lil' Flip] It's a fact - everybody smiling ain't your friend Everybody with a grin contemplating on you man It's a fact - you reap what you sow, better watch what you do Cause you'll do it to somebody that'll do it to you It's a fact - your best friend will turn his back on ya Pull a gat on ya, even rat on ya It's a fact - that most niggaz act like hoes It's a fact - that most niggaz act like hoes [Lil' Flip] Now who can you trust, who can you depend on? When you all broke need money to lend on When you tryin'a ball and your money been gone When you tryn'a put the down payment on 10 homes Will your nigga ride for you? Will your nigga bust? Will a nigga come and get your ass out them cuffs? Will your nigga take you to the mall and buy some clothes? Will your nigga ever put you first before them hoes? Will your nigga buy you drank and smoke up the weed? Ride for your ass when niggaz shootin down your street Come to your funeral and tell a fuckin story Think about them nuts that we took with no glory That category, the list The rappin the hoes, the hoes and the shows It comes and it goes De Da De Da De Da [Flip talking] Straight up nigga, that's how I feel Know what I'm sayin'? Everybody needs to be ballin nigga If you got chain nigga, your nigga need to have a chain If you gotta' cut nigga, your nigga need a cut If you gotta' hundred in your pocket nigga your nigga need at least have fifty, know what I'm sayin? niggaz that get in the rap forget about them niggaz who helped 'em nigga Keep it real nigga So that's why I don't want to fuck with you new niggaz man I ain't shootin marbles with you niggaz But y'all cool [Lil' Flip] If it ain't Suckafree don't fuck wit me Cause I know you got your eyes on my luxury If you ain't Suckafree don't fuck with me Cause I know you got your eyes on my luxury [Chorus] |
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<i>[talking]</i>
Yeah (yeah, yeah) uh Lil' Flip, Bizzy Bone (First Eazy, Houston Texas Then Pac, then Biggie And now it's Big Pun Now DJ Screw, Aaliyah) <i>[Chorus: Bizzy Bone - 2x]</i> And even though you gone, your memory lives on And on yeah, and even though you died You still my nigga, my nigga, my nigga <i>[Lil' Flip]</i> I met Screw in 9-4 at a Fat Pat show Back when Club Unique, use to be stadium bowl I walked up to his car with a cassette in my hand Then I freestyled for him cause this could be my only chance Me and my partner Jason, we started doing mix tapes We both smiled cause we knew this could be our big break Then Screw wrote his number down and said hit him next week Get your list together, and pick all your beats Well time went by and my best friend died Rest in peace Jason dog I wish your ass was alive A couple months later, my second cousin passed So that made me sit down and realize what I had I dropped "Diamonds In Yo Face" and "Buy The Car, Buy The House" And Screw saw me at a show and said boy you went off Two hours later, I was making tapes at his house And didn't nobody go to sleep until the mics went off <i>[Chorus - 2x]</i> <i>[Lil' Flip]</i> I'm still on earth, and everything ter-rific Hold me a spot, so we can reunite and kick it People don't understand life, but one day you'll get it But for now you better enjoy your one way ticket And Screw, I wanna thank you for the help you gave me We had a relationship like Lil Wayne and Baby The day you gave me the plack saying Screwed Up Click The Freestyle King forever is Lit-tle Flip You let me rip, the mic while you was scratching and mixing I wasn't trying to run shit I just played my position We stood in the kitchen smoking, laughing and sipping Getting high, me and you eating a basket of chicken Before we shot fool you said Flip come get a ass whipping I ain't gone lie, Screw could shoot with one hand without missing I'm on a mission, I'm trying to Screw up the world Lil' Flip gone hold it down baby that's my word <i>[Chorus - 2x]</i> <i>[Lil' Flip]</i> Now the last verse, I ain't even got to curse I'm use to seeing your Impala not you riding in a hearse You set a trend, that'll never be forgotten Just imagine Batman if he didn't have Robin But I learned a lot, and I'm glad I'm in a click And please believe, I still drop underground hits I got your name tatted on me with a crown on top You probably DJ'ing up there for Biggie Smalls and Pac <i>[talking]</i> <i>[Chorus - 2x]</i> |
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I come in the club everybody standin' on the corner
But me some weed, speed, or some marijuana You can get it right here or get it right there But when the laws pull up get away from 'round there Niggas thinkin' that the nigga changin Just 'cause a nigga platinum be hanging I still got the same niggas that I'm with If a nigga owe me money we gon'shoot up his shit I use to sell work I use to sell pints But now I'm doing shit I gotta million in the bank I done made a lot of moves and payed a lot of dues Nigga if you fuck with me, you might make the news Now niggas get on T.V then forget they partnas The ones that keep it real come sharp with the choppas The one who drank and lean in they house Them lil niggas be the one who represent the south uh [Chorus:] I want the money I don't give a fuck about the fame No matter how rich I get Lil' Flip will never change I want the money I don't give a fuck about the fame I do this shit so I can have some pocket change Now every time I come back somebody went to jail But they taught us don't go to school and fail I didn't go to college but its money in my wallet And I just bought a Jag '0 mileage And I keep a clip ya know I'm strapped And you was hatin' on me nigga you might get slapped Ya telephone tap'ed got the (?)matter of fact It don't look good for you to be standing on blocks Nigga what about the cops rollin through looking And everybody know that you sellin and cookin So get yo mind right nigga stay out the streets You seen what I did, now I play with these beats [Chorus:] I'm like a hundred-dollar bill I'm hard change And now its funny everybody ain't acting the same Rule number one never tell these rats learn ya business Rule two never ever burn by bridges I had niggas that was hatin' now they in my face Way before "buy the car, by the house", "diamondsNyaface" Now they see me in the streets I want to do a song Nigga yous a hoe go back to yo home! 'Cause you ain't selling records don't get mad 'Cause you see me ballin' hard in a dropped Jag When you see me at the source chunk up the duece 'Cause I represent the Cloverland jumpin' out my Coupe I still be the same nigga on the scene I'm still gone be the only freestyle king [Chorus:] |
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Heyyy, Ho (This is the way we ball)
This ain't the regular version You know what (This is the remix y'all) Ha ha, this for Lafayette, Arkansas Alabama, Streetport, Louie Ville, Baton Rouge Austin, Corpus Christi (This is the way we ball) <i>[Chorus - 2x]</i> And we like to floss, all my diamonds gloss I represent the dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty South (This is the way we ball) And we riding blaze, Jags and Escalades We Third Coast born but we all sections paid (This is the way we ball) <i>[Lil' Flip]</i> Uh I'm Lil' Flip, I'm back on this track, I'm still pushing Lacs But this time around, H.S.E. got my back Now we got paper stacks, cause we keep making tracks My pockets like Oprah, they getting so fat (fat) Cause I can do that, you know we been balling We got Playstation 3, and four DVD's falling My engine never stalling, so I'm speeding like flash I changed my name to ATM, cause I've been having cash I've been blowing hash, I been driving Jags With Burberry paint, and now I make your gal faint When she touch my car, and if she Give head, she can't puff my 'gar But now a nigga grown, so I need grown money I don't wanna split shit, cause I need my own money Then I'ma see Johnny, and buy another chain And since I'm in a big body nigga get out my lane <i>[Chorus - 2x]</i> <i>[Lil' Ron]</i> I like this grape now, everyday we ball out This purple stuff all day, until we all out We ride black drops, sitting on twenty two's And blow dro all night, back through the afternoon I keep it coming, cause Lil' Ron's a bread winner Better remember, chain froze up like it's December Get your mind right, we playas of the decade We ride blades on Jaguars and Escalades <i>[Young Redd]</i> Me g, I'm riding blades well on gold We repre-sent for the South where the music's slow And this is, sipping purple and blowing hays This is, grinding and getting paid And you can keep your six hundred, give me a drop top Plus a iced out watch, the size of a shop cart This the, boy from the block wait but that ain't all This here is the remix, and Redd and Ron gone ball, y'all <i>[Chorus - 2x]</i> <i>[Lil' Flip]</i> I'm swinging, about to rip the kizzerp, sipping on my syzzerp And on the back of my throwback it say Larry Bizzerd Cause all we do is shots, all we do is drink I'm the only one who went to the prom in a mink So how you love that, or do you really hate it Or do you love the rims on my drop top Mercedes I pack a 3-80, cause I got to watch my back I'm still jamming Screw, I'm still jamming Pat I represent the South, and you know we keep it crunk We been having paper, you can ask my nigga Hump And if you ever come to my town just holla Cause Lil' Flip and Sucka Free all about they dollas <i>[Chorus - 2x]</i> |
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Heyyy, Ho (This is the way we ball)
This ain't the regular version You know what (This is the remix y'all) Ha ha, this for Lafayette, Arkansas Alabama, Streetport, Louie Ville, Baton Rouge Austin, Corpus Christi (This is the way we ball) <i>[Chorus - 2x]</i> And we like to floss, all my diamonds gloss I represent the dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty South (This is the way we ball) And we riding blaze, Jags and Escalades We Third Coast born but we all sections paid (This is the way we ball) <i>[Lil' Flip]</i> Uh I'm Lil' Flip, I'm back on this track, I'm still pushing Lacs But this time around, H.S.E. got my back Now we got paper stacks, cause we keep making tracks My pockets like Oprah, they getting so fat (fat) Cause I can do that, you know we been balling We got Playstation 3, and four DVD's falling My engine never stalling, so I'm speeding like flash I changed my name to ATM, cause I've been having cash I've been blowing hash, I been driving Jags With Burberry paint, and now I make your gal faint When she touch my car, and if she Give head, she can't puff my 'gar But now a nigga grown, so I need grown money I don't wanna split shit, cause I need my own money Then I'ma see Johnny, and buy another chain And since I'm in a big body nigga get out my lane <i>[Chorus - 2x]</i> <i>[Lil' Ron]</i> I like this grape now, everyday we ball out This purple stuff all day, until we all out We ride black drops, sitting on twenty two's And blow dro all night, back through the afternoon I keep it coming, cause Lil' Ron's a bread winner Better remember, chain froze up like it's December Get your mind right, we playas of the decade We ride blades on Jaguars and Escalades <i>[Young Redd]</i> Me g, I'm riding blades well on gold We repre-sent for the South where the music's slow And this is, sipping purple and blowing hays This is, grinding and getting paid And you can keep your six hundred, give me a drop top Plus a iced out watch, the size of a shop cart This the, boy from the block wait but that ain't all This here is the remix, and Redd and Ron gone ball, y'all <i>[Chorus - 2x]</i> <i>[Lil' Flip]</i> I'm swinging, about to rip the kizzerp, sipping on my syzzerp And on the back of my throwback it say Larry Bizzerd Cause all we do is shots, all we do is drink I'm the only one who went to the prom in a mink So how you love that, or do you really hate it Or do you love the rims on my drop top Mercedes I pack a 3-80, cause I got to watch my back I'm still jamming Screw, I'm still jamming Pat I represent the South, and you know we keep it crunk We been having paper, you can ask my nigga Hump And if you ever come to my town just holla Cause Lil' Flip and Sucka Free all about they dollas <i>[Chorus - 2x]</i> |
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<i>[Lil' Flip]</i>
Well, I smoke and lean tryna get high on Cloud 9 tryna reach they sky we call it dro'ya'll call it lye all I need is a sweet to get me by I'm super fly like Missy drink Moette until I'm pissy I pulled up in a Bentley hoes asking who is it its F-L-I-P blowing that light green no sticks, no seeds $300 for an O-Z and you know me stay blowed puffing and passing you split it, dump it, lick it then stuff it wit hashing <i>[Chorus]</i> Da roof, da roof, da roof is on fire We don't need matches real smokers use lighters Da roof, da roof, da roof is on fire We don't need matches real smokers use lighters <i>[Lil' Flip]</i> Smoke all day thats what I do when I think about my nigga Screw I break bread with my crew I smoke green, purple, even blue I dont know about you but I love to smoke play Grand Theft and crack a joke or go to the club and snatch a hoe thats the way it go when ya ballin hoe we smoke dro'to get higher I got 20's on my tires, I got tensions in my wires cause Haddy's got that fire and when I retire I'm a still be smoking hay like crucial conflict or mail man and Dre so if you wanna smoke something just holla at ya boy cause I got cotton candy, tarantula, and fat boy we can roll a sack boy and get so high but when its time to hit the club I need Visine for my eyes <i>[Chorus]</i> Da roof, da roof, da roof is on fire We don't need matches real smokers use lighters Da roof, da roof, da roof is on fire We don't need matches real smokers use lighters |
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Howdy partners? Welcome to Houston, Texas
The home of the candy paint, the Houston Oilers Whoops they're gone and suckafree Goddammit, get on my V12 motor and vroom, vroom I like the bling bling of my choppers I got me a ranch and 4 horse 'cause I'm a baller I'm a Texas boy, you know what I'm talking about? Now, what you know about hustlers bumrushing the club doors Sneaking in with a snub nose and extra drug hoes?1110 Now, what you know about us? We make a grill start grinnin' Any place we go you know we parkin' lot pimpin' What you know about rindin' on Bentley bikes And a chain with no ice is an empty site? What you know about Texas we spit this slang? Dirty Southside Redd know how to get this change What you know about iceberg with snoopy on it? Check out my driveway, nigga, the Lex coupe be on it What you know about rappin' and platinum plaques? Signed a deal ain't nothin' left after that Now, what you know about whores, yellows and red bones Especially when they all in your ear like headphones? What you know about rippin' up the microphone Or hustlin' 'til them red and blue lights come on? Now, what you know about thuggin', hanging on street corners? We watch your every move fittin' to creep up on you Now, what you know about the South? We do what we do Take over dope spots and run with a group Yeah, what you know about them Texas boyz V12 motors and Lexus toys? What you know about the dirty South Baguettes and princess cuts in our mouth? What you know about that candy paint? We smoke top flight and we drink What you know about the dirty South? You a bad motha, shh, boy, shut your mouth What you know about acting bad, flossin' prowlers? I got seven DVD's, I'm watchin' 'Austin Powers' What you know about wearin' Cardier eye glasses? Diamonds in your face just like eye lashes And what you know about the Astrodome? What you know about a Sprint and a Prime Co phone? What you know about eating fish and gritz? Can I have some toilet paper 'cause this the shit? What you know about having a pretty grill Blue Benz, new fins on pretty wheels? What you know about the Kappa beach party? I got a full tank like a Master P artist What you know about them niggaz in suckafree? We got Prowlers, Impalas and Lex bubble jeeps What you know about club connections Or fightin' a case for drug possession? What you know about the screwed up click? I got niggaz mad at me 'cause I blew up quick What you know about Rolex invisible set? I got on a big chain but I got a little neck Yeah, what you know about them Texas boyz V12 motors and Lexus toys? What you know about the dirty South Baguettes and princess cuts in our mouth? What you know about that candy paint? We smoke top flight and we drink What you know about the dirty South? You a bad motha, shh, boy, shut your mouth |
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| 5:19 |
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Duke E Loud, Lil' Flip, you see what we doing
You see what we driving, you see how we living You see the rims spinning, you see the platinum grill Still man in it, uh uh I pulled up in the jag (you see it) Everybody know I got Texas cash (you see it) I'm like Juve throwing up a soldier rag (you see it) In H-Town I throw up a Clover flag (you see it) On T.V. I'm still leaning to the left (you see it) Got a deal but I didn't sign with Def (you see it) Got a deal with Sony now we richer (you see it) Look me up I'm in The Source see my picture (you see it) I got hoes just coming to my shows (you see it) I got niggas just running to my do' (you see it) You see everything we smoke is endo (you see it) It's a truck but it's made by Benzo (you see it) I'm Lil' Flip I'm in the Dirty Dirty South (you see it) I got about fifty grand in my mouth (you see it) I represent for my nigga named Screw (you see it) Some niggas claim red, some claim blue (you see it) [Chorus:] Nothing less than twenty thousand on my wrist (you see it) You got cars in your yard but none like this (you see it) Candy frame, I'ma swing on twenty inch (you see it) I ain't got to tell these hoes that I'm a pimp (you see it) Be banging the Jaguar behind the ten (you see it) Hydro chronic smoking know you smell the scent (you see it) Got my heater under my Iceberg fit (you see it) I'm the shit, I got these hatas pissed you see it, you see it You got a Cartier but it's little (you see it) Look at mine I got X's in the middle (you see it) I go to sleep on a Iceberg bed (you see it) I'm feeling smart cause I always get head (you see it) I might ride candy red, or black (you see it) If it's called a Escalade it's a Lac (you see it) If you sitting on twenties then they shine (you see it) If it ain't endo, we call it pine (you see it) Down here everybody got gold (you see it) Still flipping cause we all got hoes (you see it) Still rich cause we all got shows (you see it) Couple of friends but we all got foes (you see it) Down here Lil' Flip run the South (you see it) Owe me money there's a gun in your mouth (you see it) Want a show you better send my deposit (you see it) As far as Sucka Free camp go I got it (you see it) [Chorus:] Pump your breaks my rims be spinning in place (you see it) Don't worry we ain't got bad breaks (you see it) This frozen water got my gums feeling numb (you see it) I'm like naw cause I know I got a gun (you see it) Got a thug girl, a slugs hit me brain freeze (you see it) I'm like Alicia cause we move the same keys Niggas know I got more dope than Homer (you see it) I'm getting head from your gal in the sauna (you see it) My strap's sticking in my lap but never hit me (you see it) I got some millions but I'm still on a mission (you see it) A million that dot com tatted on my arm (you see it) The Screwed Up Click written in platinum on my charm (you see it) I'm bending corners in that Lac, I'm gripping grain This that Dirty Dirty what we do is swang We gone ball and we gone never be ashamed Platinum versus, platinum teeth and platinum chains [Chorus:] You see it (Repeat 4X) |
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Yeah I represent Houston man
Ya know they say we country down here But everybody tryna ride blades Everybody want to ride candy paint Ya feel me?, so I'm just keepin it trill Like my nigga Bun B say, yeah ugh ugh I came along way I went from Cutless to Benz From Benz to Jag on twenty-three inch rims From crack to macs from broke to sacks From water guns, to bee-bees, from bee-bees to gats From stamps to tatoos from home to school Even though I made straight A's I still broke the rules I came along way I went from no shows, to mo'shows I went from Duck Head, to Girbaud, and Polo They all said ("Flip you need to stop rapping") And now I'm rockin' 2 chains they say please stop cappin' And I'm like what happened?I thought we was cool But I gotta strong line so I'm like fuck you! [Chorus: x2] They always said I was a country boy(country boy) But now they see the rims spinnin' on my candy toy(toy) They always said I was a country boy(country boy) Well look at me now bitch I'm a star(star) Well I'm a supa dupa star in a supa dupa car Got 9 D-V-D's I'm watching the Entourage Nextel, Cellular(hello)windows tinted I payed for my ride your Benzo rinted I'm all weed scented cause I blow like Snoop And people think I'm flippin' birds Cause I'm rollin' in a Coupe And I'm smellin' like Juice wit 20 rocks on my tooth Y'all doing the Harlem Shake we raise da roof I sprayed the Coupe with ten coats of red And just because blades are choppin' everybody dead And I'm like the Exorcist cause I gotta turn a head And we can't go on a date girl if you in the (red) Cause I'll hit you in the head wit a mothafuckin' pillow I'm a stay Sucka Free like my homie Big Mello (R.I.P) And that's coming straight from me And I'm still a ghetto boy like Scarface and M-J-B [Chorus] I ain't ashamed of where I'm from baby I'm from the hood And if you ask me how I'm doin' "I'm a say I'm doin' good" And I wish you would pull out a gat and try to jack Cause I'm a do you like a egg nigga you gettin' cracked I ain't ashamed of where I'm from baby I'm from the hood If people ask me how I'm doin' "I'm a say I'm doin' good" And I wish you would pull out a gat and try to jack Cause I'm a do you like a egg nigga you gettin' cracked All my ex's live in Texas ha ha Yeah Redd in a Lexus nigga that's how we doin' it Houston know what I'm saying Ugh that's how I'm doing it my nigga did the track All how ass nigga can't fuck with us Fuck y'all watch out for my nigga Redd Doing a show soon down in Nashville In the studio that album coming soon |
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<i>[talking]</i>
Uh, Lil' Flip, them hatas still mad Man look, Big T <i>[Chorus: Big T]</i> Why y'all haters still mad I said I don't know why baby Cause Screwed Up Click acting bad Cause Screwed Up Click acting bad <i>[Lil' Flip]</i> You might see me in the benzo, sitting on Lorenzos, blowing on some endo It's five o'clock so I'ma drop my top, and let down my window I'm candy paint with DVD's and Playstation 2 I got a mic with a crown on top that say R.I.P. DJ Screw But I'ma hold it down like it's supposed to go, make this Screw shit coast to coast I can't be stopped like a locomotive, M-P-C H-P eighty rolling My paper folding like laundromats, S-P-S black Cadillacs E-S-1's cause cataracts, Gucci suit with the hat to match Like Fat Pat I'm on chrome, my Prime Co. on roam Sold out shows at the Astro Dome, y'all ain't know my money long Y'all money gone cause we changed the game, and came with tighter flows I wear expensive clothes got plenty hoes, cause nigga that's all I know Like shopping sprees and credit cards, two ways and cellulars Smoking blunts and pulling broads, everyday I'm switching cars But I'm a superstar like Denzel, but I ain't gone win a Grammy I sold a hundred thousand now I see why niggas can't stand me <i>[Chorus]</i> Why y'all haters still mad I said I don't know why baby Cause Swisha House acting bad Why y'all hating the way y'all do Why y'all haters still mad I said I don't know why baby Cause Screwed Up Click acting bad Cause Screwed Up Click acting bad <i>[Lil' Flip]</i> All these cars I got to flip one, all these rims I got to whip one All this wood I got to grip some, Texas boys off the hook huh Chain and charm with two my chain, project corner with too much weight Sleep day time and work at night, making cash is my life Sipping Sprite and breaking mics, winning money shaking dice Hitting licks and shaking vikes, you want three chickens pay the price Bubble light on foreign wheels, iced out grill'll make me chill Peanut butter in my Seville, buy a pint and pop a sill <i>[Lil' Ron]</i> Buy a pint and I'll pop a sill, and my blaze chop like a south-mill Y'all hatas mad cause we in a Jag, and that Iceberg got us dressed to kill How you feel cause I'm fired up, pour me up another cup It's S.U.C. and Swisha House, and them big faces we fold up Lil' Ron make you hold up while I take a trip with Lil' Flip Blow'd get you wide up and it'll make your ass run off a cliff Kenoe got the track throwed, we making hatas hate us bad I'm a Rosewood thug that keeps my pants sagging <i>[Chorus]</i> Why y'all haters still mad I said I don't know why baby Cause Swisha House acting bad Why y'all hating the way y'all do Why y'all haters still mad I said I don't know why baby Cause Screwed Up Click acting bad Cause Screwed Up Click acting bad |
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