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Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
(Chorus) (2x) This how we do it, where I'm from I'm thuggin' in the club, until I see the sun Shi-ine, on my face, got the gun on my waist Walkin to my Escalade, tell them niggaz I'm not afraid To let the ni-ine, sing out, it can ring out Got one more minute, hold that call Two drunk players leaning on the wall Three crazy niggaz screamin, "alcohol" Four more niggaz claimin' that they ball Five bartenders and they all want leave Six ugly bitches with some fucked up weaves Seven dyked broads and they all look rough Eight niggaz hollerin', "don't fuck wit us" Nine bitches runnin' off at the mouth Ten bitches trying to hear what they talkin' about Eleven cute shorties in the whole damn club Twelve wannabe, gonna be, nothin' but scrubs Thirteen fights, niggaz, bitches and dykes Fourteen police reading niggaz they rights Fifteen minutes on interstate-10 At the strip club, we gon' do it again - whoa (Chorus) (2x) Comin' through my hood on spinnin' blades Mami know my name, niggaz know I don't play Jump out the whip, and we blaze in the shade Cause I gotta get straight, got an ounce of that haze Early birds don't play, makin' drops in the spots We struggle, but we hustle, man we hustle 'round the clock Goin' to the club, where the bottles gon' pop We VIP nigga, so them bitches gon' jock Laid Back on them 23s Escalade all green, Cadillac lean, who that be nigga? (Hello) You know that be Baby, he goin' to the club in somethin' updated Porsche trucks, Infinity graded Gotta give props to the man that made me Red Gold, I start it went crazy Afford to stunt, niggaz, stay in y'all places (Chorus) (2x) Pimp, picture me and your misses, lit up like Christmas I look her in her eyes, and ask her could she kiss this I do you, but never ever him He is a wimp, and you is a pimp Then she goes down, to my brown One eye, big guy, hear that sound? Slurp, slurp, take that spit (music stops) Turn everything off bruh Check out my outfit (music resumes) I'm in the club smokin' buds with my thugs Hoes show me love, and I never been a scrub I'm walkin' out, thought lil' one had a grudge She the one he love, so I hit 'em with a dub (that's nothin' lil' one) I'm in an Escalade faded, waistline crazy The yellow-gold stealth, faded Got the chrome, nigga, plated Hoes gon' love it, but these busters gon' hate it (Chorus) (Fade To End) |
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[Baby]
Aight nigga F**k it We did it once we gon do it again Hot Boy forever bitch Lets ride nigga [Gilly] B-I-G-T-Y-M-E-R-S Birdman wit the homie Mannie Fresh And Juvenile so you clowns don't arrest Let's do it [Baby] Got a Bentley wit the tags with the millionaire cash Two million on the ice with that gun in my hand Got the beat on the streets and we movin the slaya Porsche truck lift up and a four door Jag Uptown money spots niggas countin they cash No rules in this game niggs doin they thang See me watchin for the people 'cause they ready to slang Blowin dro' in Bahamas so that pineapple plate Couldn't give us six cars for the money we make I'm the king of the chrome get the f**k out my face I'm the sun, I'm the moon, I'm the Benz, I'm the whips I'm the crib, I'm the mouse quiet up in this bitch Smoothe baller 22s in they hip Smoke dro minks, haze and a spliffs I'm in the heat of the cloud that's how it's goin down A D-boy getting cheddar and I'm from uptown [Chorus - Gilly] Always poppin never stoppin Glocks cockin, body droppin Colla poppin, nigga knockin Everybody give me space, back up Everybody give me space, back up Always poppin never stoppin Glocks cockin, body droppin Colla poppin, nigga knockin Everybody give me space, back up Everybody give me space, back up [Mannie Fresh (Gilly)] (Why you got that gun nigga?) 'cause I can Woke up in the club with the bitch in my hand Everybody lay down, stay down I'm bout to spit this mothaf**kin hay round There's one nigga I'm lookin at (you about to get it flat) Everybody else just back back Bustin, fussin, yellin, cussin Fightin, bitin, niggas got to rustilin Throwin big chairs, pushin down stairs Disrespectin hos pullin out weave hairs But this one ho nobody know pull out the fo fo Made niggas lay it down on the floor That's when the police came The fire engine truck and the ambulance Bitch still bustin shots like Jesse James Big Money Heavyweight nigga I ain't playin The bitch was trill caught two to the grill One in the head damn lil' one dance Shake! [Chorus - Gilly (Juvenile)] Always poppin never stoppin Glocks cockin, body droppin Colla poppin, nigga knockin Everybody give me space, back up Everybody give me space, back up Always poppin never stoppin Glocks cockin, body droppin Colla poppin, nigga knockin (uh uh) Everybody give me space, back up (what what what what) Everybody give me space, back up (look look) [Juvenile] Gimme the roovie Juvie the shooter Try to follow my pandemonium point I'm gon lose ya Look around there's some niggas not with me Some of them dead, some of them doin bout 50 UTP you better stand up it's the general Bringin back the era of the criminal Look I got my own scene, got my own scheme Got killas so basically I'm doin my own thing I drive a 7-6-0 strapped up waitin at the light for the hero It's kinda hot outside niggas done shot blue eyes That's f**ked up 'cause my connect dropped me 5 I'ma excersize my right to get this cheese I don't have to put in work nigga my bitch will squeeze I ain't positive I'm a black man So watch your mouth playa 'cause you can catch a back hand Heh! [Chorus - Gilly] Always poppin never stoppin Glocks cockin, body droppin Colla poppin, nigga knockin Everybody give me space, back up Everybody give me space, back up Always poppin never stoppin Glocks cockin, body droppin Colla poppin, nigga knockin Everybody give me space, back up Everybody give me space, back up |
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Lyrics :
(Baby talking) Hey Fresh! We back at it baby (Chorus: Manny Fresh) Here baby doll, up against the wall And through the sound, he broke it down Only one more Hypnotic, and that's when he shot it I'm not lookin' for love, up in the club But I wanna go home with you, girl (Verse 1) (Manny Fresh) I'm not your man I'm a pimp, baby please understand But you hot, and they not, so we can hold hands In a long truck, Cadillac Surround sound, front to back "Forever? Forever, ever?" Forever, ever black Ridin' in the sunshine, crankin' up the Alpine Rubbin' down shorty's spine, she is fine! Love 'um, leave 'um, go back and retrieve 'um If their hair is bad, then I will weave 'um (Baby) Kick back in the Phantom, two clips and a hammer Cruisin' through the hood on them Deion Sanders Nothin' but red whips and all them candy Two chicks, two chickens that flew from Atlanta, aye Laid back in a Maebach, countin' stacks Got work, go to work, nigga count that Summer shine, summer time, and we on the grind Birdman got them chickens and they ain't flyin' (Chorus: Manny Fresh) Here baby doll, up against the wall And through the sound, he broke it down Only one more Hypnotic, and that's when he shot it I'm not lookin' for love, up in the club But I wanna go home with you, girl (Verse 2) (Manny Fresh) I'm cool, I'm hip, I'm fresh, I'm good I'm diamonds up against the wood, richest nigga from the hood Four amplifiers, four 24 tires Fuck professional liars, fo' show enter our fire In a big black Chevy, starch real heavy Peanut butter reclinin', with the Steve Harvey line in Look at me! (Baby) Let me slide and ride and get inside And take you to my hood where it's do or die Where the whips is clean, we hustle for nickels and dimes Chips, green, the liquior was hard as a crime Custom machine and 'dro be on my mind Lace my team with life and bricks for dimes Ghetto soldier and you can't stop my shine Fresh, Stunna, bitch respect my mind (Chorus: Manny Fresh) Here baby doll, up against the wall And through the sound, he broke it down Only one more Hypnotic, and that's when he shot it I'm not lookin' for love, up in the club But I wanna go home with you, girl (Verse 3) (Manny Fresh) Sean Paul on the wall, break it down, do it girl Lift it up, let it flow, shake it fast, there it go Make it wobble, make it jiggle, put the pickle in the middle Push it back, make it clap, in and out, that's a wrap Good bye, so long, I got to go, I'm goin' home But you my favorite friend, let's bump and grind next weekend (Baby) See you fuckin' with your boy, remember who gunna ride? When trouble hit the hood nigga, who gunna die? When shit get ugly nigga, who gunna fly? But when shit get bubbly everybody wanna ride me Benz, Lexus, the coupe, the jets Nigga holla at the boy, baby pimpin' the flesh Like in Stalled Evoy, third world is the set I'm a worldwide shiner bitch, I drove the best (Chorus: Manny Fresh (2X)) Here baby doll, up against the wall And through the sound, he broke it down Only one more Hypnotic, and that's when he shot it I'm not lookin' for love, up in the club But I wanna go home with you, girl |
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[TQ]
We can smoke Uh-huh Yeah, yeah Smokin' smokin' Smokin' smokin' [TQ] We can smoke (we can smoke) We can drink (we can drink) We can freak the night away (smokin' smokin') Can we freak the night away? Can we smoke? (Can we smoke?) Let's drink (Let's drink) We gone stunt the night away Blow blunts around the way [Baby] Ma, you can shine with a nigga If you grind with a nigga Spend time with yo nigga, mama Whoa, you can ride with a nigga Get fly with a nigga Get high with yo nigga, mama Whoa, we can blaze the haze Day to day in the hood That's what's up Whodie, we can tow the K (?) Go around the way Jumping out the brand new truck Whodie, situation getting sticky Nigga blowing on his sticky Sex, weed and a twist-up Yeah, I'm in the hood with the metal Cause I'm good with the ghetto Nigga playing get f**ked up Yeah, we live the gumbo lives It's high in spite (?) We struggled, but we came up Go, you can look in my eyes See G's for life Talking money Bring my name up [TQ - Chorus] We can smoke (we can smoke) We can drink (we can drink) We can freak the night away (freak the night away) Can we freak the night away? Can we smoke? (Can we smoke?) Let's drink (Let's drink) We gone stunt the night away (stunt the night away) Blow blunts around the way (blunts around the way) We can smoke the best weed We can drink the good Cognac (Cognac) We can do it in my Cadillac (my Cadillac) Come and smoke with me (come and smoke with me) See I got that purple haze (purple haze) And it's time for us to blaze Can we smoke? [Mannie Fresh] Shazzam, damn, a bag of weed A cup of Cognac and a couple of seeds Two hot strippers coming out they zippers We some pimps dude We don't tip them, they tip us I got my smoking jacket on 10 feet long Inhale, exhale, that shit gone If you ain't got what I'm drinking Then I'm drinking what ya got Hey, keep them bitches coming cause I drink a lot I'm a gulp like a fish You want some of this? We can have sex, but you can't have a kiss She said what's next Your ever did x? Ex-girlfriend now I'm cashing your checks We can jump in the coup Take a ride by Snoop He got a lot of weed, you can f- like soup You can smoke, you can drink Till your lips turn pink Till you pass out, ass out Full of that dank [TQ - Chorus] We can smoke (we can smoke) We can drink (we can drink) We can freak the night away (freak the night away) Can we freak the night away? (Can we freak the night away?) Can we smoke? (Can we smoke?) Let's drink (Let's drink) We gone stunt the night away (can we stunt the night away?) Blow blunts around the way (blow blunts around the way) We can smoke the best weed (We can smoke the best weed) We can drink the good Cognac (Cognac) We can do it in my Cadillac (my Cadillac) Come and smoke with me (come and smoke with me) See I got that purple haze (purple haze) And it's time for us to blaze Can we smoke? [Baby] Whoa, we got that golden leaves rolled With the weed in the middle Dro stuck to the window blowing Whoa, nigga feeling real good He high as he could Nigga f**ked around and blew up Whoa, we gotta mix it right The grey goose fired The blender with the fruit ice Yeah, nigga look at my life And see what's inside You f**k around and blow up Whoa, then we blaze and blaze Round the way We keep both guns tucked, biatch We read the play Around the way For the people coming full up Whoa, nigga pump your brakes You're from the state Nigga know how we came up Nigga plead the plate From state to state Cooking cakes so niggas blow up [TQ - Chorus] We can smoke (we can smoke) We can drink (Smokin' smokin') We can freak the night away (freak the night away) Can we freak the night away? (Can we freak the night away?) Can we smoke? (Can we smoke?) Let's drink (Let's drink) We gone stunt the night away (stunt the night away) Blow blunts around the way (Smokin' smokin') We can smoke the best weed (the best weed) We can drink the good Cognac (Cognac) We can do it in my Cadillac (my Cadillac) Come and smoke with me (Smokin' smokin' smokin') See I got that purple haze (Smokin' smokin' smokin') And it's time for us to blaze [Baby - ad lib to fade] |
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Big Tymers
"Beat It Up" *chorus* Beat it up Beat it up Beat it up Beat it up Beat it up (repeat 2x) You know you want this pussy (Sho' do) You know you want this pussy (It's tru) You know you want this pussy (Bring it on) You know you want this pussy (And I'm gone) With so much pussy on the city streets It's kinda hard for a pimp keepin up with these freaks But I tracks em' down, backs em' down, bustin they guts Leave pussy so gushy overflowin with nuts Ima hellafied supafied pickle slingin mac Dick like a stick breakin off of ya back It's explicit when I kiss it baby all night long Knock ya head against the bed till tha insides gone Give you big long wood Beat it real good I ain't yo man I ain't stayin but I wish I could A hour in tha shower then on top of tha dresser Then a big "gimme head" and then I'ma letcha Ride that pole Make ya say ooh The sex is incredible, The dick is like woah Cussin' lustin' Bout to get a nut when She looked at me and said *chorus* I come wit TVs and DVDs an a cars And I pack a big dick down in tha drawers I'm the neighborhood pickle slanga, Pain bringa Super sick big dick nasty ass rap singa Do it baby stick it baby do it baby get it Make that ass clap every time that I hit it Now all I need is liquor and weed Two dike bitches straight down n get G'ed See I got it up gotta hit it gotta get it Cause I moved up Gotta split it Gotta fit it to a Magnum Gotta fuck it don't love it I don't want none, but you can have some See I play it homie Fuck her best friends up Cause I banged on it Hit a hoes from the back and she sang homie From the same man's words From the same song, from the same song *chorus* This story takes place on the late night I was on the lakefront tryin' to get some act right You was actin' funny so I had to kick game I said you'd be my queen I'd be your king And things'd neva change Now I'm just sittin there lookin at the beaver It's hairy like Barry and it's bigger than Geneva Something says stick my finger in so I did Then came the two, the three, the four, the thumb And aw shit I just don't believe it How can she conceive it My fist, my wrist, bitch You need to summer's eve it Dush yo bush black You smell like step back What the fuck is that oooh tuna cat Put her out my jack fast Tell that bitch "You get no cash" Get yo shit together shorty clean yo lil funky ass Been alotta places, did alotta shows Met alotta people, Fucked alotta hoes I... *chorus* (repeat 2x) |
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Yea seems so thick
Tymer outkast orginized rap-a-lot Nutin but that U-G-K All the playas all the hustlas 8 ball MJG Goody mod You all know who it is See im a southern ass nigga with some southern ass hoes A hundred thou cash gets the southern ass flow Im rich bitch no more runnin around cold Shootin up windows and gunnin down doors OOOOOOOO Yea i think the suckas now That the hummer got drop keep it on the downlow Im crusin up highways stunnin down roads Ill open up shop then im shuttin down shows Luda cash checks thata break the bank Then im in old school like Frank the Tank You cant beat me join me peeps they bore me but all these southern ass they keep me horny Big tymers in a private jet Got the head of universal to sign the check Mean while ludacris is outta range in rovers Every coast watch out cuz the south is taking over Caddy devels wood steering wheels Got the chromed out lady on top of the grill With your foot on the gas Nigga whippen out cash Just blowin the grass (thats southern cuzin) Caddy devels wood steerin wheels GOt the chromed out lady on top of the grill With your foot on the gas Nigga whippen out cash Just blowin the grass (and you thought it wasnt) Weezy the god bow down give praises I'm easy involved with the drugs in my matrix Just keepin it calm kickin dubs from my laces I'm puckin a dre in the escalade basic Don't you fuckin play cuz I escapade faces Buck fifty a gram quickly I'm real shifty Come get me I'll be waitin the steel with me Show appreciation for those who still with me Throw a heap of gravy at those who still envy Cuz Weezy f baby all gravy gotta feel me Heh heh, feel me Lil' Weezy gat go blakah Feel heat feel sleepy, here's your mattress Chill, I'm still street deep, I got access Young and play hard with no practice Feelin me is like huggin a cactus But if you know pain you take it love it and patch it South side (chorus) Got southern type jeans and a southern type shirt When i drink a lotta beer give southern ass burp Got a southern ass crib and a southern ass car Down where im from im a southern ass star Got Southern ass chain, Southern ass brain I talk a lotta shit witha southern ass slang On any southern week Got a bunch of southern freaks Buck naked outside neighbors callin police Got a little Southern boy with a little Southern bike Got a little Southern girlfriend that he'd like Got a southern ass truck witha southern ass dog Got a big bass system knockin pictures off the wall Got a big Southern party drivin big seven forty Me and jazze pha cuttin on some southern shortys Im gonna be southern to the day i go From my head to my belly to my knees to my toes I'm a Southern ass nigga that that grew up hard Uptown third ward nigga blow up a car I'm the Southern ass nigga with the golds in my mouth New cars new rims with the work in the drop I'm a fool, I'm the dude, Mannie fresh the shit Two ghetto ass niggas now to flip a brick Well I'm stunna homeboy and I'm filthy rich Super fly get money in the drop top six I'm a Southern ass nigga that could blow in the sky Good weed, twenty threes on that brand new ride I'm a big money nigga with a boat on the lake M-I-A and A-T-L we do it state to state I'm a Southern ass nigga drive fifty whips Ten bikes customized everything we get I'm a fly nigga money and my jewels be glistenin Twenty fours on the Bentley and we blues them bitches nigga Four on the whips Southern cousin Home in the hills Southern cousin Chromes and Devils Southern cousin Home cooked meals Southern cousin Woooo When I'm a old school, shine up the wheels Feet on the mink floors, how does it feel Wood on the console, chrome on the grill When you come down here you know what it is Wooooo (fade out) Four on the whips Southern cousin Home in the hills Southern cousin Chromes and Devils Southern cousin Home cooked meals Southern cousin |
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[Mannie Talking (high pitched voice)]
Follow me baby, come with me baby [whistles] Follow me baby, come with me baby, come with me baby, come with me baby, Hey, hey, hey, this is devastating daddy the dog, barking at these hoes out my monte carlo, you can stay or you can follow...[dog barking] talk like a dog, walk like a dog, fit like a dog, and spit like a dog.. [Mannie Fresh Rapping..] I'm a D-O-G, you know me, coming through this mother fucker in an 83' slant back with kits, spittin shit to your bitch, she'll do anything for me cause I'm filthy rich, hoe open your eyes, I'll feed you popeyes, then take you to the crib then I open ya thighs, Bitch say what you want, do what you feel, I'll slam dunk a bitch like Shaquille O'Neil, No I don't play ball but I'm a baller, Drop ya ass off then I'll call ya, Arebadurchi bitch, step to the side, Got 20 more hoes trying to get in my ride, (?) then I'll flee, go and get a tree, Shut the fuck up bitch and listen to me, Don't worry what I'm doing, and who the fuck I'm screwing, My money run long like J.R Yewin, I'm a mack like roni, pretty like Tony, puff like daddy, and the bitches come early, Give me head can you beat it give ya boy some action, Spin around and grab my dick like Michael Jackson, Nigga pimpin ain't dead, you heared what I said, I got a high priced hoe, layin bitches she red, The chick want I, cuz I'm superfly, The bitch don't believe that I tell her a lie, I'm an interstate pimp, walk with a limp, Hoe better have my wine with my lobster and shrimp, Because I'm rich, chicks they notice me, Forever my lady ?, bitch I ain't Jodeci, If fucking you is wrong, I don't want to be right, Your mouthing feel good and your pussy is tight, But you gotta understand I could never be your man, Put ya ring back on bitch, you ain't stan, You wanna know the real, I tell you how I feel, I don't give a fuck about a bitch I'm trying to make a bill, I'm a dog bitch, I don't care, Fuck what you talking bout, life ain't fair, Hoes don't help, they just spend your wealth, Then they gone in the wind when you lone and help, Other things and your children, smelling like urine, Gone from home, like you been out tourin, Think who you with, bitch get off my dick, I ain't giving up nuthing, I ain't paying your rent, Bitch get on your hustle, let me see your muscle, Think you gettin money, then we gon' have to tussle, Scooby Do, but I don't, Tiger Woods, but I wont, treat you like a woman, bitch bring me something, sucker punch ya ass and leave ya ribcage thumpin', [Chorus X2] [Tateeze] You a dog huh ? [Group] Keep Pimpin' [Tateeze] You a dog huh ? [Group] Keep Pimpin' [Tateeze] Oh you a dog huh ? [Group] Keep Pimpin', Keep Pimpin', Keep Pimpin' [Mannie Fresh Talking (high pitched voice)] Yeah, I wanna be your agent, I wanna be your cousin, I wanna be everything your man wasn't, I wanna be your friend, I wanna know your ATM PIN, If I tell you to follow me, Come with me, in a swimming pool, full of biting Pirahnnahs, dressed like you is Madonna, Come with me Baby, Come with me, Fly !, Fly !, And baby, if you do come with me, you can have all the spinach you can eat, all the Caffine you can possibly drink, red bull is there for you, ice cubes, black and white TV, these things I offer to you baby, if you just come with me [Beat Stops...] [Mannie Fresh Talking in Normal Voice:] First of all, get off my lawn, before I pinch your mutha fuckin arm, I ain't gon' fight you, I ain't gon' bite you, I ain't gon' kick you, or punch you, but I will pinch the shit out of you, I apologize to all the women, all the ladies and that for making this song, but there was this one bitch that had me mad with all that Beggin shit, she done took that Cash Money Millionaire shit too far, its Baby on TV talkin about, he got a hundred million dollar record deal and he got a Maybach and all that, bitch I drive Chevy's, Old Chevy's get the fuck off with that shit, there is some football players up the street, there is some basketball players on the right side, go beg to them mutha fuckers, I ain't giving you shit, the stupidest shit my dick ever did was fuck you, I love ladies but I hate hoes, thats why you get notta, nathaniel, nartica, ZERO ! |
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(R. Kelly - talking (continues behind Chorus))
Roll, cheah, cheah Roll, cheah, cheah Roll, cheah, cheah (Chorus) You can catch me in the club with a gangsta girl When I ride, I'm gonna ride with a gangsta girl When I smoke, I'm gonna smoke with a gangsta girl When I freak, I'm gonna freak me a gangsta . (Verse 1 - R. Kelly) I'm lookin for them gangsta girls, not them fake ass +Wanksta+ girls Just them ghetto fabulous girls, gotta keep 'em in my world Mama makin gangsta moves, rollin with this gangsta dudes Sittin on, spinnin 24's, openin my Bentley doors Drunk at the party, hands up in the air but still she sexy when she shake her body That type of chick that says "hey girl, let's go to the after party" After that we go to my room for the after, after party Y'all know what happens next, Hypnotiq and a rated X, got her singin the greatest sex Now on dubs, rollin up, into the club, raisin 'em up Now we in the back, blazin 'em up (inhale), dice in hand, shakin 'em up I need a chick like that to come and share my gangsta world (woo) And if you in the club with hands up, you can gangsta girl (Baby - talking behind Chorus) Oh yeah I see ya Oh yeah Yeah (Chorus) (Verse 2 - Baby) Ok, mami your so gangsta cause she fuck with nothin but gangsta (gangsta) Type a nigga that a stank a gangsta Drink Hypnotiq and she roll big body, and she got a body, that is gangsta hotty And she fuck with nothin but gangstas that is old O.G.'s (O.G.). 24's on that brand new jeep At a gangsta party, she'll be drinkin Bacardi, and she pops her body, don't you hurt nobody Got my killers in here, they'll squirt somebody, but that Benz so fast, it'll jerk your body And we smokin that Cali dro, totin that Calico Bird man and Kelly mami, let your body roll No one will never know, what happen behind the door I like it fast or slow, a freaky bitch fo sho Street life is all I know, hustlin and stackin dough I file to keep it gangsta, until my casket closed (Chorus) (Verse 3 - Mannie Fresh) Once upon a time in this place called hood Where the gangsta girls shake it and they all smell good Lived this legendary pimp (pimp) by the name of Fresh Fix hair, fix nails, fix toes, fix breast But one chick super sick, make every nigga grab his dick Heart pound up and down, when she goin round and round Do the +Snake+, stop and shake, ass like an earthquake I can't wait to meet her uh, undress her, beat her up Now we leavin from the club, and she let me cop a rub Can't believe she choose me, +Feelin On Her Booty+ I'm about to cut like knives, strokin mami with some eyes Takin me to paradise, I nut once, she nut twice Sex in cities, rubbin titties, that's how I get it One more 'gain, with her friend, playa that's how I hit it Now we grippin, grabbin, pullin, stabbin (what is your name?) It's Hypnotiq how I got it, but I'ma glad that you came (Chorus) (Verse 4 - Mannie Fresh) Slim Teresa, and Lakeisha (they some gangsta girls) Tanya, Wanda, and Laneisha (they some gangsta girls) My fifty Kims all in Tims (gangsta girls) A hundred shorties, all at parties (gangsta girls) Full of drama, baby mama (she's a gangsta girl) When they freakin on the weekend (they some gangsta girls) But they knowin where they goin (the gangsta girls) Fly wheels, pay they bills (the gangsta girls) (Chorus) |
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Shout out to my motherf**king self Ya heardz? I'm talking bout these bitches These hoes These play ass niggaz ? (Mannie) I ain't the one That get your tune up and you all done, bitch I'm looking nothing like your momma, son You get me messed up Guess what? I ain't him Get up and pick your shit up And go with him Nothing, nada, Nathanial I can't stand you Can you leave Please can you F**ked up weed Leave my shit Stanky ass bitch F**k your ass ho A nigga still rich My lawyer stay down Lay down And play the playground You joke ass, broke ass Ran out of smoke ass Gay ass, oh Bitch touch the wall Old sissy ass wannabe Missy ass y'all Some of these niggaz are bitches too Look at yourself It could be you But that's the way they do it bro I always knew that though Nigga had gays in his ways Cos he walk with a Switch, twitch Funny looking bitch Nobody likes you Fake ass snitch You need more people We don't believe you F**k you in your ass You can never be my equal (Woman/Mannie) (Baby) I ain't the one To get played like a pool party Trick money Get nothing bitch Get the f**k Give me something for my money, ma You know the score Long dick, big pimps Got to get more Get dough, off tha dro With the cash flow Laid low Fo' deep on the indo ? ? ? That's how we roll Ay yo how we roll on them 24's On tha block With the rocks, with the Calico New whip, new shoes on the benzo New ?kick? drop bricks in the 6 4 New lift, got chicks and they all know How we ride How we slide How we get inside How we hustle How we grind Til the day we die How we muscle How we tussle It's the way of life You don't see my struggle All you see is f**kin ? (Mannie) No keys No cheese No Benz No nut'in Get up get out Get the f**k and stop frontin Get on Before we spit on Your whole whack crew Y'all Niggaz Do what you do No keys No cheese No Benz No nut'in Get up get out Get the f**k and stop frontin Get on Before we spit on Your whole whack crew Y'all Niggaz Do what you do (Baby) I ain't the one To get cracked at a dice game Roll seven hit eleven Get your money, man Get together pluck a feather Wear your gold chain OG young nigga Let me do my thing Came through in the Rolls with the full frame Zaratoga and ? ? with the dope game Early 70's The block ? had a name Grey haired Mr Johnny is a pimp thing (Mannie) I ain't the one Piss me off And I'm a get the gun Clear this motherf**ker out And make them all run They shoot Too late to look Blocka, Blocka, Blocka, Blocka, Blocka, Bla ?7 wall hard head? Kill them all I want them dead Watch your mouth It's a drought And they all afraid The feds got ?flicks? Of all your clicks They confiscating cars and they locking up chicks (Mannie) No keys No cheese No Benz No nut'in Get up get out Get the f**k and stop frontin Get on Before we spit on Your whole whack crew Y'all Niggaz Do what you do No keys No cheese No Benz No nut'in Get up get out Get the f**k and stop frontin Get on Before we spit on Your whole whack crew Y'all Niggaz Do what you do |
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[Mannie]
I done teached and talked Walked away and fought Went from cussin and bustin Hustle from day to dark Turned nothin to somethin Introduced to stunnin In my life In my life I done caused some hurt And I done did some good Said I can't even when I could I was stopped and tested fingerprinted and arrested In my life In my life Just say no when I really meant yes I'm gon smoke all night til it hurt my chest Slim told me over the years that shit gon tear up careers In yo life In yo life What'chu gon do when snakes come to yo crew I'm a get on my knees and ask the Lord please Separate good from fake and the love and the hate In my life In my life [B.G.] I mean fuck I done had a rough life you know what I'm sayin B.G. lived that thug life I done done it all in my life I done done time I done lived in group homes I been on the third floor of hospitals I mean it's just been a stuggle for me But now I'm on top you know what I'm sayin And it ain't to turnin back And I take chances in whatever I do Cuz if I don't take chances I don't see the life after all [Mannie] The night in the Rover When the niggas came over You went out like a soldier And I still can't get over What fake bitches done done Got me clutchin my gun In this life In this life I used to wonder why All the good niggas die Why some soldier gotta suffer And mothers gotta cry Why my daddie gotta lie Cuz he don't even try to be In my life In my life Take care of your crib Where you lay down and live Forget and forgive cuz you done put it through some shit Had yo daughter and yo son Been down since day one In yo life In yo life What the fuck is wrong you don't understand this song Tell yo momma you love her before she dead and gone Nigga that don't quit that's some real ass shit In this life In this life [Juvenile] Man I mean me Juvenile drugs tore my family up I'm from the projects so you know I just realized What it means to be successful Cuz I been through all kinds of shit man bullshit And I live through Baby, Slim and the Lord to help me And I came to them as a real nigga And I said look dog I'm tired of livin like this man [Baby] I had pounds of coke I had money to blow I had a felony charge I had to fight in the court I had warrant reports Shot up cars before In my life My life I got kids to feed I got niggas to watch I need a hundred mil I need to get off the block Wear soldier Rees In the gamblin spot In my life My life I could cook it and cut it I could bag it and move it I could toat in the budget Got money to prove it I done flood the public Hope Beatrice'll do it In my life My life Now my name is Baby But the call me Bubba Ain't a bitch that I know that can say that I love her Gettin pussy from a boss bitch wearin a rubber In my life My life Let me stunt and shine Let me bling and floss Let me ride without the law always searchin my car I just wanna chill fuck bitches and play In my life My life Hoes cry in my world give me that Baby shit Goin to the people knowin that they made me and shit You just don't know what I go through In my life My life I got Bentlys and Jags got Prowlers and Vets Got Benjamins, Hummers, Cadillacs and vests Condos and houses Cardiers and Rovers In my life My life I got cars and broads with money to make I got that brown wall and that white gate Got bitches and hoes love that platinum and gold In my life My life [Turk] Beautiful Baby what's happenin This Lil Turk you heard me One of the Original Hot Boys I done did it all you heard me From runnin through cuts and hallways Runnin through projects bustin heads Yeah that's that lil nigga Turk Young and Thuggin you heard me I know you gonna let me do what I do Don't hate me cuz I'm beautiful you heard me We on top now nigga no longer livin that trife-life you heard me Respect and a check we ain't doin nothin but poppin bottles and fuckin hoes You heard me, makin money that's all nigga Uh-huh |
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[Baby and Mannie Fresh talking:]
[Baby:] yeah, big tymers, this what its hitting for nigga this stunna and fresh, believe that bitch, straight off the block nigga [Fresh:] this where it gets gangsta bitch [Baby: (loudly)] BIG MONEY HEAVYWEIGHT [Baby] where the cuts is dark and hoes are marked, and gun barking make a nigga meet the white chalk, (inhales) now blaze one before it all get it started BIG MONEY HEAVYWEIGHT ! [Mannie Fresh] Turn the TV channel, real life soprano, got the coke the dope, bitches, guns and ammo, I will lurk ya bitch to get filthy rich, BIG MONEY HEAVYWEIGHT ! [Baby] See I hold my hood down with that gunplay, around the way nigga know about my gunplay, so get ready, brace yourself or get money then holla BIG MONEY HEAVYWEIGHT ! [Mannie Fresh] I got that snow, that mega blow, that brick yella fella rock, is on the block, ya heared me nigga, The BT's breaking down Ki's please, we BIG MONEY HEAVYWEIGHT ! [Baby] Nigga hustled the case and cleared the safe, Hit a lick, hundred chips and cleared the place, Another robbery turned into a murder case, behind BIG MONEY HEAVYWEIGHT ! [Mannie Fresh] Act like you know man, the southern snow man, leave your brains in your lap I fear no man, I'm the reaper dude, ask your people dude, I move, BIG MONEY HEAVYWEIGHT ! [Baby] Nigga catch me in the hood smoking la la (la la) Me, Cito, and Troy and we riding fly, Shining is an everyday thing , BIG MONEY HEAVYWEIGHT ! [Mannie Fresh] That boy next to me, he pushing XTC, Got ya girl dick sucking in a lexus jeep, Nigga hood rich stars, pushing fly ass cars, Bitches love.. BIG MONEY HEAVYWEIGHT ! [Baby] On the block where the cops glocks won't stop, all night hustle niggas trying to weigh it out, we get money nigga, if you gonna flip it you get BIG MONEY HEAVYWEIGHT ! [Mannie Fresh] If you don't know kid, I slang that blow shit, But they can't catch a nigga like me with no evidence up in my residence, Cuz I'm BIG MONEY HEAVYWEIGHT ! [Baby] Triple beam lab, ghetto machines, Cocaine, Coco leaf, marijuana this is street dreams, Biatch, he's out the penn this our life we got.. BIG MONEY HEAVYWEIGHT ! [Mannie Fresh] In the Florida Keys my nigga Trick front ki's, Hook a buck, half a buck and even OZ's Nigga get ya game up, If you want ya fame up, I'm the BIG MONEY HEAVYWEIGHT ! [Baby] Big trucks, big nuts, nigga big guns, big figgaz, big niggas big hood luv, Keep it real and have no fear when it comes to... BIG MONEY HEAVYWEIGHT ! [Mannie Fresh] Cocaine and Rogaine, I got it cousin, Ain't got my money than the mutha fuckin' eagle bustin' You know the real bruh, these niggas kill for the, BIG MONEY HEAVYWEIGHT ! [Baby] We drive Range Rovers, Cadillacs and Maybachs, Game over, bitch nigga we was born soldiers, We do it one way, the hard way get it up fasho nigga BIG MONEY HEAVYWEIGHT ! [Mannie Fresh] For the power of the Kitty Cat, Niggaz gettin' at, Moving blow out the sto' where they sittin at, Please, fuck the cops, niggaz choppin up rocks, to get BIG MONEY HEAVYWEIGHT ! (WEIGHT, WEIGHT, WEIGHT) |
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[Baby Talking:]
Ay, Big Money Heavyweight, ay Fresh we back at it daddy, Big Tymers, summertime boy [Verse 1 (Baby)] See its summertime homie and we born to shine, Cadillac dipped grill with the 9 on line, Keep the ice on packed, with the big mack stacks, Rims dipped the same colour as the new Cadillac, See we lace our hoes, and smoke our dro' When we go to the club, we go through the back door, With the nine on my waistline (waistline) Any nigga act up he get that nine to his f**kin' mind Homie still doing time (doing time), son a sack thru his mind he get it thru the pipeline, flicks, so you see how we shine, everybody know stunna so you know I'm doing mines, Its a vision of dreams with Cadillac machines, get loot, not hoes if you know what I mean Gotta hustle and grind, keep the money on your mind, Summertime all hoods, blow up and shine [Chorus X2 (Tateeze & Baby)] [Tateeze] Got everything they ever built, everything they ever made [Baby] And on my bed, I even got a mink spread [Tateeze] On all my cars, gotta have spinning blades [Baby] And all my toys, gotta have an infared [Verse 2 (Mannie Fresh)] Six years ago, a friend of mine Said its gon' rain before the sunshine, Some gon' lead, some gon' follow, Some gon' spit, some gon' swallow, Now where you going ?, where you been ? And whats your angle, and how you fit in, So this time I made up my mind, F**k being broke, its time to shine, Kiss my momma, tell my daddy I'm gone, Baby boy on his way to make a song, From a quarter to a dollar to a five to a ten You are witnessing, The rise of a young black entrepreneur, Spread my wings, I'm about to soar, two million, three million nigga I did it, two billion, three billion nigga lets get it, [Chorus X2] [Verse 3 (Baby & Mannie Fresh)] [Baby] See I'm a neighbourhood baller with the beamers and sprawlers, The broads keep callin 'cause baby I'm ballin' Hood rich shit with these ghettos and bricks, Stunna back at it ma' with that brand new six, Stunna got that caddy with the bubble eye lips, Fully equipped whips to custom made shit, Now everything is wet, and everything is slick, and everything is paid, mannie mink pimp [Mannie Fresh] You scared, get the new escalade, The long motherf**ker get the head done in suede, Shining at its best, nigga wear your vest, Southern ass nigga with his shirts and jeans fresh, I like them starched heavy, big box chevy, Head till' I'm dead from my ol' girl Debbie, Don't try it, buy it, if its factory, amplify it, Might go nitro, ignite it, [Chorus X2] [Baby's voice overlapping, talking] Yeah !, I see ya Casey, I see ya fam, Gilly, Mikkey, Boo, Mike, Stone, Lac, d-boy Ceedy Wop, ay Ta I got you girl, I'm a hold us down shorty, we gon buy us some new private jets, yeah, Weezy We, Young Money, Squad up nigga, Mannie Freezie, Suga Slim, Joe and Greg, I got us baby, Hold on nigga, its all good homie, ay Rodney !, its ya boy, its Bird Beezy my Neezy, we riding for ya Darkchild in the building nigga, yeah, ay Tanto, I ain't forget bout you nigga, uptown we in this bitch nigga, ay ay, we riding till the wheels fall off nigga, guaranteed we wont look back from here nigga, We keeping it hood, you know, we only know it one way nigga, yeah yeah, ah ! |
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(Petey Pablo) Now how can one get up off the spot God damn raise a family get up off the block Where the city dont love and they dont care but I will take you there (2X) Verse 1: (Baby) tell the sister like blood little brother a thug and how to survive the cracks in the middle of the mud im the OG gangsta VL in the truth every nigga in my city kno how to hussle and shoot my lil homey got killed over a key and a pound so when i pump pump blood im a hold it down his sister and his moms when i come around showin love to the family when ya lose your ground (Mannie) Wussup lil man had to write you a rap just to let u know this nigga still got yo back aint to much change still doin my shows stayin away from fake niggas and busta ass hoes but enough about me and everything in my world congrats lil dad heard u had a lil girl if theres anything they need and they ever in a jam dont hesatate to ask yall call ya fam (chorus 2X) Verse 2 (Baby) but can you see life roomin with no crack and pipe and no weed to smoke no Gs in sight and no cris to bust no wheels on bikes and no pussy to fuck nobody to like but can you see life roomin wit no money and goods big money heavyweights wit nobody to cook nobody to book nobody to look tryin to get back what motherfuckers they took (mannie) all you see is that platinum shit a ghetto nigga on stage grabbin his dick but you dont know what i have seen from the bitches to the riches to the triple beams the project bricks the old school kicks the early mornin capers and the late night flicks but since i moved on things aint the same i chose rap you chose the game (chorus 2X) verse 3 (baby) See your mom still strugglin you up in the pen but mom just wonderin when the end gon end when the guns gon stop from spinnin the bin or when the hood gon block the dope in the pen or when the light shot out you up in the park the white trunk out your homey got marked or every nigga that talk or rat in his heart or every nigga that talk should die in the dark (mannie) i never forgot you and what we did and how we came up and where we lived im seven forever turn coke to never hard head til im dead until im bout my cheddar gotta get my ends wanna push a benz eat steak live great and raise my twins i cant believe im talkin to ya now that ya gone i luv ya bruh and this is my song (chorus 2X) (music fades to end) |
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