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You know I represent the A Town and I ain't gon' stop
And we forever stay down that why we on top Catch me on Bankhead sittin' on fo's I don't give a damn how many records I sold I'ma represent the A Town Let me welcome you to the A Town Bankhead Westside nigga A Town Adamville, Alley Temple Nigga A Town, aye and I said I jumped off the post Center Hill I was seven then Moved to College Park at eleven started sellin' wit It started sinkin' in, they really gave my uncle ten Now what I'm 'posed to do? Get a crew and start hustlin' Now we trappin' up on Campbellton, ask 'em, they remember me We used to move that work from Oak City way to Kimberly Took the hustle out that Riverdale, made a killin' G Brought it back to Bankhead, where I'm gon' see it till it's history On the Westside trillin' up, Zone 3 fillin' up Herndon Homes, Bowen Homes, Harvel Homes, fillin' up Ain't nobody trill as us, Bankhead really fucked That's why my Dayton rims make yo' rims look like titty fuck Listen up, only nigga in the South they talkin' 'bout Put your bitch out on the expressway make her walk it out A Town showin' up, Fulton County veteran Spread all the way too Tennessee You know I represent the A Town and I ain't gon' stop And we forever stay down that why we on top Catch me on Bankhead sittin' on fo's I don't give a damn how many records I sold I'ma represent the A Town Let me welcome you to the A Town Bankhead Westside nigga A Town Adamville, Alley Temple Nigga A Town, aye and I said Straight from Decatur, an Eastside mayne From Glenwood to County Road niggas gettin' paid From Weslyn Chapel back to Covington Highway I still pull up just like in my driveway Ya can't do a song about the A without me See I was gettin' money while they was in car seats See I was in the street, shawty totin' that heat Throw the E's in they face and let 'em know I'm 'bout heat You know I represent the A Town and I ain't gon' stop And we forever stay down that why we on top Catch me on Bankhead sittin' on fo's I don't give a damn how many records I sold I'ma represent the A Town Let me welcome you to the A Town Bankhead Westside nigga A Town Adamville, Alley Temple Nigga A Town, aye and I said I'm a '82 grady baby, young twenty six ATL, Dirty South, I played in the grit This was 'round the time when niggas first saw bricks Back when Ronald Reagan was the president and shit Drama had a house right off of Hollywood Road (Westside) They was robbin' and tastin' Hollywood coke Mama say we movin' When she get a lil' mo' paper she enrolled me into school But it will weigh out in Decatur This was 'round the time when Elay Meadows was the ghetto And I was sleepin' with the rats and roach gloss on my pillow When niggas rolled hammers down Calabenki Put that Ghetto Mafia back in I'ma fizz off Back when niggas didn't know shit about a cigarillo I was gettin' my grind on flat shows at the [Unverified] To get the TV that's challengin' Then you wide skirt niggas ain't real as me You know I represent the A Town and I ain't gon' stop And we forever stay down that why we on top Catch me on Bankhead sittin' on fo's I don't give a damn how many records I sold I'ma represent the A Town Let me welcome you to the A Town Bankhead Westside nigga A Town Adamville, Alley Temple Nigga A Town, aye and I said |
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| 2. |
| 3:37 |
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[Drama in the background] This... could be something big!
[Ludacris verse 1] Don't change the station, I've been impatiently waiting, Pacin', welcome to the danger zone. It's a war goin' on outside And my people gotta paint they faces on. And what I gotta do, And what I gotta do Is work and flip a dolla'. Ain't got no trophies But I got a shelf of empty liquor bottles. Not an alcoholic but alcohol it, Can ease the pain. Drinkin' all my problems away But still prayin' in Jesus' name. Tryna' turn our voices up, And the government tones us down. Now the gats is goin' up, And the hood is goin' down. So the hood is comin' fo' ya' In the streets is hungry goons! Comin' to a neighborhood near you, Today or someday soon. Betta' watch yo' back, watch yo' front, And watch yo' side to side. Betta' grab yo' gat, light that blunt; The streets gon' ride tonight. And I'm just gon' ride it out, 'Til my expiration date. 'Cause I go hard and the paint (?), They softer than paper plates. Make way for the revolution, And yes you should be scurred. 'Cause one way or another... My people will be heard. [Willie the Kid verse 2] Show you what the soldiers see: Embassy, diplomacy, Since seen (?) infantry, Shootin' at the cobra fleet. Deploy shots, similar to airbags, whereas, This hairpin, trigga' split a hair in half. Body bags, fishy like herring, When I'm airin', tear a chair in half. Watchin' Half Baked, At the cabin by the lake. See the blue and white plates, See the wood on the panel. I may be channel oat, Chilly O, flannel coat. Warfare? Never fair, Therefore, I need finer things: Like grenades, tanks, a couple fighter planes. I'm decorated in medals, Stripes like a zebra. And by the way, you rappin' niggas, I don't like you neitha'. I mean, "either," proper gramma', Pop a camera -- man on that rap, DVD propaganda. Yeah, Willie Da Kid, I ain't one for the shenanigans, Nigga strike a pose, leave you froze, like a mannequin. [Busta Rhymes verse 3] (During Kid's last verse) In these times, The economy got niggas thinkin' The worst to make paper. 'Cause somebody ain't accommodatin' niggas Enough for they slave labor. That's when ya' get a nigga thinkin' about Ya' know he gotta' come in to ya'. It's when a nigga throw a ski mask on, Run up in ya' house, and wanna' do dumb shit to ya'. Rollin' the dices with a nigga that be strugglin', Tryna' make it through the crisis. It might just make him wanna' act up a little bit To print another new gas prices. All this fuckery we got goin' on, Indeed it needs to cease. How the hell is THAT ever, ever gonna happen When the value of the dollar keeps decreasin'? Easin' my hand in somebody's pocket (Fuck that!) I gotta' keep eatin. Speakin' for everybody in the struggle like me, We gotta get it even if we cheatin'! Breathin' hard, my mind is blown, Tryin' not to get evicted out my home. But tryna' live when you know a nigga broke Is like tryna' squeeze blood out a stone. But I'm goin' through the drama with DJ Drama (What!?). I do it for my kids and mama (Who!). Leave it to Barack Obama (Yes!), Change is right around the corna'. You tryin' to keep our people sufferin', All I gotta say is if you don't ease up this pressure, I promise somebody gonna' pay! [DJ Drama outro] Life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness! Pursuit, huh? See each and every day we all get closer To the real meanin'. Me, myself? I always follow my own path And now I come here to motivate! "To be heard" means to say something of value. So I make this my Life, My liberty, And everday, my pursuit. What about you? Drama, Luda', Willie, Busta, V12, AMG |
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| 3. |
| 4:53 |
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Ay, ay, ay
Ooh, woo, ohh, ohh, ohh Ooh, woo, ohh, ohh, ohh Ooh, woo, ohh, ohh, ohh Ooh, woo, ohh, ohh, ohh I got the love for money I gotta have it, the lust for living lavish Gotta get that green paper stacking (Love for money) I, I, I, I gotta have it I, I, I, I got the love for money I, I gotta have it, the lust for living lavish Gotta get that green paper stacking (Love for money) I, I, I, I gotta have it I, I, I, I got the love for money Chillin' with two women, me and mister thanksgiving I'll be some where fly, Thanksgiving goin' swimming While you was wearing snorkels, I was out snorkeling Of course I'm shit on these niggas like porcelain It's more than love with this money I'm infatuated Captivated by the diamonds and capsulated Shooting range in the basement, Olympic size pool With pool table adjacent, I love me some money I stash money fast money Comin' on bumpin' them onions Bunking and crossing the country So, so don't cross me you monkey Sleeping on 50s and 20 Rollin' up onions and hundreds, pulling in porches And phantoms, fancies be throwing their panties Drama and cannon demand it Gucci and Drama they panic Ugh, they sick they vomit Put some more commas in front of it Drama got Gucci he stuntin' Gucci and Drama we done it We got so much money, 'bout our money Some money mo' money, dummy I got the love for money I gotta have it, the lust for living lavish Gotta get that green paper stacking (Love for money) I, I, I, I gotta have it I, I, I, I got the love for money I, I gotta have it, the lust for living lavish Gotta get that green paper stacking (Love for money) I, I, I, I gotta have it I, I, I, I got the love for money Uh, money gotta big house, money got a bad girl Money make you famous, money rule the whole world Money set trends, money is in the Benz Money got associates acting like friends Money, money he owe money money he blow Money got sexy ladies dancing on da pole Money got dem on a stroll, money platinum and gold Money make 'em shake it like Beyonce Knowles Only God knows the things I do for money That's a young fly man Check out them dimensions, 20s, 50s and 100s Don't you make me look good when you see us out stuntin'? Catch a whif, find out that's yo' bitch Catch her pushin' your wheel, then the go and pushing clips She got me going crazy I'm coo coo for boucoup bucks Plus I can't lie, boo, it's only you I love I got the love for money I gotta have it, the lust for living lavish Gotta get that green paper stacking (Love for money) I, I, I, I gotta have it I, I, I, I got the love for money I, I gotta have it, the lust for living lavish Gotta get that green paper stacking (Love for money) I, I, I, I gotta have it I, I, I, I got the love for money I'm 'bout my instrument, I'm 'bout my doe I'm on my hustle (Man) You already know. I'm getting stacks, I'm hitting lick I'm packing pounds and bagging bricks You got them [unverified], I gotta laugh You talking Oz but selling halves Where your connect? How much you got? That's all he holdin'? Man, I buy him out I got the love for money I gotta have it, the lust for living lavish Gotta get that green paper stacking (Love for money) I, I, I, I gotta have it I, I, I, I got the love for money I, I gotta have it, the lust for living lavish Gotta get that green paper stacking (Love for money) I, I, I, I gotta have it I, I, I, I got the love for money |
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| 5:33 | 
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| 4:50 |
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Shirley Temple on ice, she makes it just right
That extra grenadine got me feelin' so nice Her body's so tight, up under that light I see her so clearly now, she's right there before my eyes Can you believe my fantasy girl is a go-go dancer? She got me windin' up Can you believe my fantasy girl is a go-go dancer? Yeah, she got me day dreamin' Left and right, watch her goin' up and down that pipe (Yes, I'm day dreamin') Left and right, watch her goin' up and down that pipe (She got me day dreamin') Left and right, watch her goin' up and down that pipe (Yes, I'm day dreamin') Left and right, watch her goin' up and down that pipe (Yeah) Five foot eight on the late, what a date She fell for the hook and the bait I took her to the yacht, the shrimp and steak Then I took her to the gym so she could get in shape What a night, no more drama, just late night thrills Nigga in the hood with the gangsta grillz Fillin' out stacks of bills, jaguar like Jacksonville Bringing these hoes like Jacks and Jill Can you believe my fantasy girl is a go-go dancer? She got me windin' up Can you believe my fantasy girl is a go-go dancer? Yeah, she got me day dreamin' Left and right, watch her goin' up and down that pipe (Yes, I'm day dreamin') Left and right, watch her goin' up and down that pipe (She got me day dreamin') Left and right, watch her goin' up and down that pipe (Yes, I'm day dreamin') Left and right, watch her goin' up and down that pipe (Yeah) I'm looking at the most beautiful thang in the world Her body's so perfect and spinin' like a cinnamon swirl She looks like a fairy tale but yet feels so natural This one's a beast but way too wonderful to be compared to an animal She's like what I'm sippin' on Shirley Temple on ice, she makes it just right That extra grenadine got me feelin' so nice Her body's so tight, up under that light I see her so clearly now, she's right there before my eyes Hey, I sit and gaze hazy eyed as I day dream Her and her girls on the stage doin' they thing Double D's full of silicon and saline She thirty but look only a day over eighteen Her booty big enough to swallow up a g-string Hey, gon' put that ass on me like a bee sting Hey, let the king on, beat it like a tambourine And peel ya out ya jeans and eat it like a tangerine Can you believe my fantasy girl is a go-go dancer? She got me windin' up Can you believe my fantasy girl is a go-go dancer? Yeah, she got me day dreamin' Left and right, watch her goin' up and down that pipe (Yes, I'm day dreamin') Left and right, watch her goin' up and down that pipe (She got me day dreamin') Left and right, watch her goin' up and down that pipe (Yes, I'm day dreamin') Left and right, watch her goin' up and down that pipe (Yeah) |
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| 4:24 |
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Da da grillz, da da da grillz
Da da grillz, da da da grillz Da da grillz, da da da grillz Da da grillz, da da da da da I been waiting, tonight, girl, it's on I'm a bring the weed and bottles of patron You ain't been with me yet, you ain't really screamed yet I'm a get you hot, tillIi make your weave sweat Sweat, sex, damn, it's so wet, so wet (Beat it up) Sweat, sex, that pussy so wet, so wet (Beat it up) Sweat, sex, damn, it's so wet, so wet (Beat it up) Sweat, sex, that pussy so wet, so wet (beat it up) I gotta put it in the streets like yellow lines It's so wet, lil' Mama need a yellow sign 'Cause you might slip and fall in love with it On the lo shawty, you can get, get, get it I'm in the club, got the bitches staring, pointing You fuck with me tonight, tomorrow you'll need a hair appointment I'm in a fresh white tee, every wrinkle gone The yellow lights flashing like I got my blinkers on I was doing me, smokin' kush, drinkin' 'tron Shawty came down the stairs, gettin' her slinky on She said, "I drip like a faucet, bring a sink along Or your room gonna look like someone left the sprinklers on" I been waiting, tonight, girl, it's on I'm a bring the weed and bottles of patron You ain't been with me yet, you ain't really screamed yet I'm a get you hot, tillIi make your weave sweat Sweat, sex, damn, it's so wet, so wet (Beat it up) Sweat, sex, that pussy so wet, so wet (Beat it up) Sweat, sex, damn, it's so wet, so wet (Beat it up) Sweat, sex, that pussy so wet, so wet (beat it up) When I leave the club with a broad, you know we fucking Come home with me, I don't want no number or nothing Grab hold to her, put that pole to her Beat the pussy up, tryna tear a new hole through her Long dick daddy in a DTS caddy I done pimped from Florida to Cincinnati Drive a bitch batty, got her brain going wild She don't love me she love my doggy style, screaming Daddy, come fuck me, come fuck me You're like a vacuum girl, the way you suck me Pull your hair, spank that ass quick roughly I know the flavor of love and you bucky Girl, trust me, I make you feel incredible Pussy is edible I make it wet no man could do it better boo Your head good you got a future ahead of you, la I been waiting, tonight, girl, it's on I'm a bring the weed and bottles of patron You ain't been with me yet, you ain't really screamed yet I'm a get you hot, tillIi make your weave sweat Sweat, sex, damn, it's so wet, so wet (Beat it up) Sweat, sex, that pussy so wet, so wet (Beat it up) Sweat, sex, damn, it's so wet, so wet (Beat it up) Sweat, sex, that pussy so wet, so wet (beat it up) Take your clothes off, it's alright It's going down girl, all night See baby, we gettin' popping all in the moonlight Wanna see if you can get freaky until the sunrise That pussy hot girl and it's so tight I been waiting for you to give me the green light See baby, we gettin' popping all in the moonlight Wanna see if you can get freaky until the sunrise? |
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| 6:20 |
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[Gucci Mane - Verse 1]
Ridiculous, it's hilarious how yo' girl is starin' kid All the flows I carry stickin' It ain't no comparison the clarity is excellent Breitling cost ya budget bitch that's why a nigga flexin' it Coulda bought a mini mansion but I bought a necklace Coulda bought a Bentley but instead I bought a Chevrolet Donk is sittin' ridiculous, thaik I'm hittin' switches bitch Nah them ain't no switches Bitches chrome liftes 26's Trap house with 'bout twenty kitchens Twenty chickens Twenty minutes Twenty chickens Twenty minutes I'ma scratch out every penny Two will make a three and that one will bring an extra twenty I was gettin' it, I admit it But right now I'm extra gettin' it MVP is my statistic I just scored a triple double Coke and kush and extacy my trap is guaranteed to bubble MVP is my statistic I just scored a triple double Coke and kush and extacy my trap is guaranteed to bubble [Gucci Mane - Chorus] 150 grand on both wrists This shit ridiculous Rims cost a whole chicken This shit ridiculous Chain cost a whole ticket This shit ridiculous Hummer truck on thirty inches This shit ridiculous [Yo Gotti - Chorus] Sixteen for a whole chicken This shit ridiculous Powder 'round the whole kitchen This shit ridiculous Watch ya mouth cuz the FEDS listenin' This shit ridiculous Watch ya boy, cuz that nigga's snitchin' This shit ridiculous [Yo Gotti - Verse 2] New Benz That bitch ridiculous Vitamin Water paint job and I ain't 50 Cent Big Bird yellow D's no Sesame Street Cookie Monster of the hood cuz I love to eat Ridiculous watch Ridiculous chain Ridiculous bitch, cuz she got Ridiculous brain She ridiculous thick I don't remember her name, ridiculous dog got to treat hoes the same I'll take 'em the linens, I'll might buy all purse She gon' fuck all my niggas She gon' ride with that work Ridiculous whip Ridiculous crib Ridiculous life that's just the way that I live You a hater Dick in the ass taker Fake ass gangsta with a fake ass Jacob Moscow nigga look at the shit you make up Cocaine cowboy look at this shit I shake-up [Chorus] |
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| 2:27 |
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| 4:34 |
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I, I know that you've been holding that bag for me
Yes, she spoils me like I'm a baby And she holds nothing back from me So on? nights, I'm her baby Shes pushing her body like a glock Making that tick go tock (yep) She twist at twelve, down to the ground And she doin it all night long for the boys She do it nice and low But just for the boy Two free songs But just for the boy I call her boomerang When she doing her thang She throw it, then she bring it right back It's her and patrone, all night long But just for the boy I get tipper love Spent so much, that the girls just show me love now She show me tipper love Spent so much that I only pull out dubs now She show me tipper love I ain't saying I'm a freak, but I gotta see her face Twice a week now She show me tipper love She don't mind, even if I come thru at night time She give me tipper love She give me tipper love Soon as I walk in this (motha, Fu*ka) You already know that I'm the (motha, Fu*ka) I'm looking at her booty like (motha, Fu*ka) Them haters lookin at me like, you (motha, Fu*ka) Shes pushing her little body like a glock Making that tick go tock (yep) She twist at twelve, down to the ground And she doin it all for the boys She do it nice and low But just for the boy She give me two free songs But just for the boy I call her boomerang When she doing her thang She throw it, then she bring it right back It's her and patrone, all night long But just for the boy I get tipper love Spent so much, that the girls just show me love now She show me tipper love Spent so much that I only pull out dubs now She show me tipper love I ain't saying I'm a freak, but I gotta see her face Twice a week now She show me tipper love She don't mind, even if I come thru at night time She give me tipper love She give me tipper love |
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| 4:27 |
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A cocaina cowboy, got ounces in my house boy
Bricks stashed in the basement, case a drought I bring 'em out, boy And I wipe you out, boy, without leaving my house, boy Remember that before you open up yo' mouth, boy Yo' woman give me nice jaw, say that you her boy toy She just give me la choy, treat her like you like her Breaking down ten bails of kush, I think I need a lighter Pulled up in my spiker but rolled off in my spider Thinking like a miser, I'm acting like a tiger 20 bails and show yo' nigga 850 an hour Gucci Mane and Willie Kid, you silly bitch The stupidest critics try to rate dis shit Affiliate the animal, so icey the cannibal I pistol whip yo' manager, scratch off in the challenger Vacation in Canada, drop dis shit like dinosaur 40 bones wrapped up wit fruti, all 'em bitches gotta go I stepped up my visuals, mo' diamonds than yo' jeweler hoe Gucci Mane, so Icey got mo' diamonds than a jewelry store Mo' diamonds than a jewelry store Gucci You talking money niggas, you talking hoes nigga You talking dope nigga, don't want no smoke nigga I take advantage, make a body vanish Then I vanish in the vanquish, my white boys And Candace got choppas for the low, we moving snow avalanches Never folding like a pamphlet or flaking like it's dandruff Control like damage, catch me on the yacht Sleeping good on a hammock but hood like a sugar sandwich Put a bandage on my cuts, VVS man I put a bullet in you and man, yeah, yes man Willie the kid, I'm a decorated soldier And I'm stacking bills like Oldsmo, Vaseline and foldgers Kerosene and loads of brown paper bags Cash Money like it's krogers, hood stock holders Stashing never visit the banks much I put you niggas in the paint like a paint brush Me and Gucci roll like sushi, bubble like Jacuzzi Closet full of coogi muthafucker You talking money nigga, you talking hoes nigga You talking dope nigga don't want no smoke nigga Smoke and worth it fool, keep yo' cool If you do hide yo' plate 'cause we gon' eat yo' food I got some men I swear will come up out the cuts in groups Ain't wearing jerseys but they came out to the courts to shoot You don't want that smoke, boy, I got that choke smoke Throat hitter shots, you don't believe me nigga watch See that's how niggas die, trying to know who and why [Unverified] You the reason yo' whole crew got popped Popped the rugger top drove half dis nigga head off His brain sitting 'em like its in a drop I'm riding hollow tips, 'em ain't spinning Daytons Keep smoke around me like I'm Sammy Davis Kush smoking got a nigga looking half Asian Rolled it up on [unverified] and 20 due in 80 Seem like these niggas hate it since I'm affiliated I throw 'em E's and 'em A's just to initiate it |
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| 4:32 |
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| 3:36 |
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Verse 1 (B.G.)
Uh huh In my city nigga life like a chess game Uptown anybody could be next mane I switch lanes on em Reverse the game on em Its a must to stay a couple of steps ahead on em Ive been out shit Survived the worst shit I mean i was really on some heat first shit Stalked a nigga put him on a t shirt shit Then go to the funeral and carry the herse shit Yeah its real in the field nigga and what I still hustle shine and get my sex up I still grind fuck em what ima slack what They pop drama but they bounce right back uh Chorus (2) Gotta get that money gotta get that Gotta get that money gotta get that Gotta get that money gotta get that You know where the licks at nigga where the bricks at Verse 2 Soulja slim |
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