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When the lush hangs off the chron, I know that your gone, ya feel me (feel me)
15 years off in this game, still nuttin changed, feel me (feel me) Riding swiftly through the night, almost missed the light, if ya feel me (feel me) Whether I'm right or wrong, I know that your gone, (I know) ya feel me (feel me) Damn, that wasn't nuttin but the intro... Here we go |
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| 2. |
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[Big Boi]
It is I, the B-I-G, the B-O-I Me oh my, ears to the street and eyes to the sky Kept my sights on the prize, wide open, door wide like the thighs of a hooker spread, told the girl bye I got bigger fish to fry, niggaz wish I would retire Cause of the pressure I apply every time I bust a rhyme None of the rest of ya are tryin, watch me stimulate the minds of the masses while you niggaz kickin it like jackasses And who you votin for, Republican or Democratic? Don't say it doesn't matter cause that's how they stole the last one Assassin's bullet might be waitin for Obama Do you think they'll have a brother before Billy's baby mama? C'mon! [Chorus: scratches by DJ Cutmaster Swiff] "Look at the way you look at me" - "Da-Daddy Fat Sax" "In my Cadillac, six woofers and fo' amps" "Look at the way you look at me" - "Da-Daddy Fat Sax" "In my Cadillac, six woofers and fo' amps" "Look at the way you look at me" - "Daddy Fat-Fat Sax" "In my Cadillac, six woofers and fo' amps" "Look at the way you look at me" - "Da-Da-Daddy Fat Sax" "In my Cadillac, six woofers and fo' amps" [Big Boi] My daddy told me it was mine for the takin A true gift from God, the stars aligned when they made me Him and Rena's baby, their first born son I'm Antwan Andr Patton, the only one Bloodline of a champion with heart of the lion I'm defyin all the laws like a caterpillar flyin Way before my time and reside in the Dirty Dirty where they still hangin nooses like we in the early '30s Goddamn, you know who I am? {"Da-Daddy Fat Sax"} Royal fam of Atlanta, Dungeon bitch you understand? (boy!) This ain't what you want, let's be clear from the bungie I write knockout songs, you spit punchlines for money [Chorus] [Big Boi] With my ears to the streets and my eyes to the sky I'm on another planet my nigga and you just fly (Why?) Cause I'm {"Da-Da-Daddy Fat Sax"} Take that motherfucker, take that! With my ears to the streets and my eyes to the sky I'm on another planet my nigga and you just fly (Why? Cause he's Daddy Fat Sax) Ridin off in the Cadillac like that nigga [Chorus] [Big Boi] Yea {"Da-Da-Daddy Fat Sax"} What his name is? {"Da-Da-Daddy Fat Sax"} What ya talkin 'bout? {"Da-Da-Daddy Fat Sax"} Boy stop! |
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Niggas don't fuck with a nigga like me
Cause a nigga like me don't fuck around Niggas don't fuck with a nigga like me Cause a nigga like me don't fuck around Rump bump-it, (repeat 14) I know you see that No ones competing Ooh that turns me on Ooh that turns me on What turns me on about ya, I doubt you have a clue, Sassy attitude, and red bottom shoes Got I'm mad at you I do think you're fierce and that you Killing them of course With the features of an angel And the bottom of a horse Thoroughbred, thorough head Makes ya moist like the dark fudge Brownie with the nut of your choice Soaking wet, all the feathers in the goose Down, who's loose now You done let the juice ooze down Do smile, when you do it's on some ooh child Kiss ya in the mouth, juicy fruit, make it cool down And make it truth, ain't it true now Divine neck, the respect it ain't shit for me to prove gal You need some time, press the snooze down I don't mind cause I'm as hard as all the iron in all the tool house Or tool shed, go and play it like When alarm sound off around two is up ahead I know you see that(It ain't going down without cha) No ones competed Ooh that turns me on Ooh that turns me on Who gives a damn about the past I live for the day, plan for the future, pack a lunch, and haul ass Anyway, it ain't no time for no picnics, This that business, the slickness to get your chick hit quick I make her drip all her liquids Then get butt booty naked when I spit on some pimp shit Make her legs shake so she never loses interest Calling out my name when I'm asking, "whose is this? " Naw, it's not a game, ass falling out the frame With the Polaroid camera I have to take two flicks She can't avoid all the stamina, we do this With no steroids or other artificial juices. Therefore, she knows the undisputed truth When I slip into this boo while I slide into this booth I'm kicking it with you, lot like martial artists do We can break boards, and you can kick rocks I know you see that (it ain't going down without cha) No ones competed Ooh that turns me on Ooh that turns me on Sit yourself down on my big old bed Turn your body round here let me give you some- Don't you want to make a freaky memory with me So later on you can think about it then you'll be like Damn... That turns me on I know you see that (It ain't going down without 'cha) No ones competed Ooh that turns me on Ooh that turns me on From the back Now from the front |
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With one stroke of the pen
I tune in to your satell ite radio or fm stat ion I’ve been pat iently wa iting to weigh in Been under construction for two years But now it’s about that time I double dutch my way in Leftfoot, rightfoot steppin over biters It’s like the game is haunted cause there’s so many ghost writers Me see i’m a lifer with supply that may seem endless Straight rider like a biker on a chopper with a hitlist Witness the ni**a that spit that vicious Pitbull atta ck sh*t when it comes to this rap sh*t Daddy fat sax b**ch Follow us now Try to all the way now it’s not another let down Got something to say right now... [Repeat hook] I know some of ya ’ll done wrote a ni**a off Like the leases on these cars And these homes you ni**as thought you staye d in With so many bosses why are they still Lay ing ni**as off they job, ni**a for real Gone give a ni**a a gig then Help a brother get up out this pig pen But nobody want s to keep it pimpin Or 110 / so with this pen I begin to illustrate from within, boy Pa int a pretty picture like i’m chilling with my friends Every body’s got a pocket full of ends to spend See picasso couldn’t blend Put it all together or fit in I’m like a crocodile wal kin’ ‘round with alligator skin Yes i’m is the product of the ghetto where i’ve lived Call me sponge bob, boy Soaked up game as a little bitty kid And never been a lame before the fame I wa s the sh*t And now i’m just big ya dig. Follow us now Try to all the way now it’s not another let down Got something to say right now... [Repeat hook] Why don’t you come and find out what this is all about I will only say this once so come and follow us. See we not even gonna play with them either We gone la-la lay it down every f**king time we see ‘em Make the club get crunk. yup We the type of people But wa it, it’s not a sequel No wa it, it’s bb’s prequel The beginning before the beginning Spend it how you spend it Then if you sell dope ni**a sta ck it when you get it You can’t trick it Or spend it until it’s gone That ’s slippery business homes Go get you a business loans Come on Follow us now Try to all the way now it’s not another let down Got something to say right now... [Repeat hook] |
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Uh I keep it playa while some choose to play it safe Boy check the resume it's risky business in the A And I've been a witness to this history Ever since the the 10th grade We went from rockin brades to temp fades I twist my A hat to the side just for style or throw on the Gucci bucket with the flowers super fly Wow the southern pride been known to shut it down But it ain't so country my nigga this ain't no Gomer Pile I'm sergeant slaughter I keep my shit cooked to order in order To satisfy my people in Georgia and across the water And across the boarder the essays are getting smarter They got flour for tortillas and lettuce for enchiladas if you follow wink wink no doubt we don't speak in a blink them folks could have you sleeping in the clink I'm shittin' on niggas and pee'ing on the seat It's the nigga the BIG BOI OUT Now party people in the club it's time to cut a rug and throw the deuce up in the sky just for the shutrerbuggs I'm double fisted and if you're empty you can grab a cup Boy stop i'm just playing Let me dap you up Baby baby you're in my system baby baby tell me your listening Boy it's after 12 club's like A Hive Bee A bee hive cause not everybody buzzin around me Could it be the way the verse is sounding Came up on the Gheto Boys and the Underground Kingz Toys I had a brougham called it pretty brown thing Paint look like root beer when the sun was shining Known to keep a bad bitch No niggas beside me Index finger on the trigger in case niggas is clowning Not to flex but to protect my neck like the Wu Tang Self preservation is the rule when you do aim Or get in something more sinister You gotta be the finisher to make it sure the doctors they can't replenish him Or bring him back to life Back to reality Gone get on some hoes leave it alone Triple OG status A town's very own Now party people in the club it's time to cut a rug and throw the deuce up in the sky just for the shutrerbuggs I'm double fisted and if you're empty you can grab a cup Boy stop i'm just playing Let me dap you up Baby baby you're in my system baby baby tell me your listening Now this goes out to all my playas in the back sippin' yack Bendin' 'round corners in the 'lac Cut a rug playa now cut a rug And throw yo' deuce up in the sky for the shutterbugg And this goes out to all my ladies in the front What you want You make me wanna breed Girl freeze Cut a rug lady now cut a rug And throw yo' deuce up in the sky for the shutterbugg Now party people in the club it's time to cut a rug and throw the deuce up in the sky just for the shutrerbuggs I'm double fisted and if you're empty you can grab a cup Boy stop i'm just playing Let me dap you up Baby baby you're in my system baby baby tell me your listening Tell me you're listening cause you all up in my system I can feel you from my head to my toes You're in my system Lucious Leftfoot's got his best foot forward darling Lord have mercy how them flows stay so cold froze Tell me you're listening You're in my system |
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[Big Boi:]
Get the south dick up out your mouth What you talkin' 'bout See we know everything you're about So try another route Paperboy, you can't destroy what we done built Pick on somebody your own size and fuck around; get kilt But not like the kilt above the knees BB will plant you niggas like seeds Or fertilizer for the trees Emergency vehicle last seen speeding from the scene Nigga take one for the team; now he's bleeding from the spleen Stay so fresh and oh so motherfucking clean No blood splatter or evidence, long distance with a beam We come in peace, while some of ya'll niggas come in greed gluttons Fucking up the game like ice, heroin, or speed Slow down nigga "Speed it up" like ballad of Ricky Bobby, boy go fast Not a hobby, this my life You disrespect it, that's your ass As one half of the outkast return like ghost of Christmas past It's the son of Chico Dusty Must be West Savannah bad Had to go to church on Sundays with Great Grandma and Granddad Taught me always follow Jesus when the grass didn't have a path If I ever fell astray, then God will get me back on track Didn't say that Rico, Ray, and Pat was gettin' with me and 3Stax Then we spittin' cause killing everything that we attack Special forces of the rap game so you best take heed of that All the shit you rappers lack: we got plenty; here's a snack Don't ruin their appetite because your shit is really whack Whack ass nigga This shit's like breathing to me Born and bred for it [Big Rube:] Another battle won Another story to tell Listen to the angelic plucking of the puppet strings As Sir Lucious puts his left foot forward And rides of into the horizon of infinite regression...victorious Undefeated on the battle field against the means of ignorance, greed, and hatred All contenders to the throne are left naked Because the truth is the only thing you could never be stripped from And if you commit to that truth, then you could end the vicious cycle That's affecting our youth today... If we just stop lying... If we just stop lying... Stop lying... Lying... |
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Yeah, yeah*
[Chorus 1: ~Khujo Goodie, Big Boi~] [K.G.:] She said her name was Tangerine, damn the American dream She all about her fuckin cream, so shake it like a tambourine Shake it like a tambourine - she shake it like a tambourine? Shake it like a tambourine - she shake it like a tambourine [B.B.:] She said her was Billie Jean, said she wanna show me things I pulled out a stack of green, shake it like a tambourine Shake it like a tambourine - shake it like a tambourine Shake it like a tambourine - shake it like a tambourine [Big Boi:] Now, let's set it straight, B-I-G don't cuff or cake I, put her on a plate until she's no longer awake They just lay, fast asleep, when I hit 'em with the snake Put that venom up in 'em until I leave 'em with the shakes On display, she's a model but she only model shoes Not fake like a prosthetic leg or prostitute How she choose? She just whispers in my ear ("I'm with you") I'm the type of dude that sends your baby mama out for food And I also like her throat action, with a passion Love in her mou-outh, for dental satisfaction That means I hit the head like Greg Louganis then I'm splashin Ughhh, bust one back of the 'llac, stabbin (hootie hoo!) She know what's happenin, there's no reason to doubt it If you ask her how I got it she say ("How he had went about it was") And then you wake up from a bad dream, a nightmare Settle down cause she right there [Chorus One] [T.I.] Okay, midnight, fit like, four or five chicks in the drop '66 bumpin "Southernplayalistic" as we ridin through the city lights, Monday Magic City night Pass these around, momentarily they feelin like gettin right, good girls, got 'em gettin busy like big dykes, eatin so much pussy they forget pipe All got boyfriends, tell me they don't hit it right They come see me so they can come be freaks in the back seat, everything's fast like a track meet All I can see is titties, pussy lips and ass cheeks Actually, no exaggeration, no imaginin Real talk, my reality is yo' fantasy Keisha, Kim, Tamika, Shay, Alicia and Gloria Chasin this broad tryin to find euphoria Name notorious, dick game glorious Find me shawty when ya boyfriend borin ya [Chorus Two: Big Boi, Khujo Goodie] [B.B.] Shake it like some Texas Pete droppin on your collard greens Make it hotter when she want a dollar, do you follow me? Shake it like a tambourine - shake it like a tambourine Shake it like a tambourine - shake it like a tambourine [K.G.] Smellin like some tangerines, rollin like she on some beans Garter belt full of greens, booty bustin out the seams Shake it like a tambourine - she shake it like a tambourine Shake it like a tambourine - watch her shake it like a tambourine [Big Boi] Once upon a rhyme I knew this girl and she was fine as everything outdo's, the kind of girl I describe her like-like-like Michael Jordan when he's froze in a pose of a Jumpman Top flight security on these hoes man She drop it low only for me to pick her up When she's liquored up I'm leavin my fingerprints on her butt A ten-hut, at attention as we stand for this woman General Patton, boy stop, we think she cummin Lovin the way that I'm dickin her down, Boi you bluffin Nothin but a nigga like me be straight up royal flushin But this ain't 'bout playin no cards dummy Her give me open mouth sugar and she go hard for me Even take a charge for me, if the coppers caught us ridin to get a tray of fruit, and a pack of 1-point-5's and I'm all the way on them papers, she all the way on my team We burn it down like California trees in the breeze Fire! [Chorus One] [Outro] Shake shake it, shake shake it, shake shake it, shake shake it Shake shake it, shake shake that ass Shake shake it, shake shake it, shake shake it, shake shake it Shake shake it, shake shake that, shake that Work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work (and all my ladies go to) Work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work (shake shake it, shake that ass) |
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Been Patient,
We both played our part in heart-breakin Most of you hurt more than I've wasted? Took plause to the heart that's family mamma girl been twenty years a hustler He always talk, never talk shit Go one more place up near to a boss? Couldnt take it so you leave See yo mamma on the couch stressin She lookin at the clock Its a quarter past ten, Next day and still no sign of daddy. A hustler, always loyal to the customer In love with the only example of family. I wanna take you..? (Chorus)2x Daddy said when you hit 18, That you would never marry one like me, But didn't know ya fell for A hustler, hustle blood all in me. But I've been waiting for this day to come. (Verse 1) Waiting for the day to come Like waitin on the mail man, first of the month Imma, Straight go getta, trendsetter, make a mo when a nigga bust. Dude I keep her soakin wet to the touch, I do. No Joke, can't stop til' she get enough, Like a paper top, we could pick her up, blow smoke, chop chop Better hit the blunt, nigga wat up, up, up and away. I ain't fixing to front from the jump, from the getty up bro There plenty pretty bitties in the city I'm from Man I'm gonna get me just one To ride shotgun do you hear me just one, one, one. (Bom Bom diddy bomm bomm,Bom Bom Bom diddy bomm bomm) (Chorus)2x Daddy said when you hit 18, That you would never marry one like me, But didn't know ya fell for A hustler, hustle blood all in me. But I've been waiting for this day to come. (Bridge) Waiting for this day to come, Lady come and give me some You know you're my only one, Just lay back girl have some fun. Can I come over let me squeeze You so tight girl let me see Just what you can do for me. Drop down low and shake it please. (Verse 2) Nothing in the world can keep us apart Like nancy and stevie from the start? My blood pumps red, but give me a purple heart instead Cause a nigga go hard. Kinda like a egg, boiling in a pot of hot water. Or like a fed with a no knock warrant. I want her so imma go an get her You hear me? We got her surrounded, she gonna give it to me. Give it up, give back, hands up, Hand cuff with the wrist back, back up. The type drink to make a nigga act up, Mask up, get the cadillac and mash up. Any, and every, thing on site like a drop-box chevy. (Bom Bom diddy bomm bomm,Bom Bom Bom diddy bomm bomm) (Chorus)2x Daddy said when you hit 18, That you would never marry one like me, But didn't know ya fell for A hustler, hustle blood all in me. But I've been waiting for this day to come. (Bridge) Waiting for this day to come, Lady come give me some You know youre my only one, Just lay back girl have some fun I come over let me squeeze You so tight girl let me see Just what you can do for me Drop down low and shake it please. |
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[Chorus: Janelle Mone]
Be still young heart Never will you fall apart Be still young heart Never will you fall apart Be wise my dear you must, learn to just be still Until you really really know Show me you're right, shine your light I wonder when will I know [Big Boi] To hell if I don't pray Like a mannequin in the window I don't say a, word - I like to sit back, observe My heart says do not disturb, and yours is like a doorknob, everybody get a turn (yeah) Now that's a turnoff, girl, I'm not concerned More like the early bird tryin to get the worm worm But not on those terms, you got on my nerves Say I don't deserve you, you're gonna learn Treat it like a perm, leave it be or let it burn (burn) Eat 'em like an urr-ange, orange So when they on the verge of leavin it don't get borin Foreign trips are taken just to see your smiley faces, time's a-wastin And I don't like to waste no time You can be down or.. yeah [Chorus] [Janelle Mone] I love bein in love (bein in love) Then you let me down, turned my heart around Givin up on love, makes my ocean drown You lived in my heart Secret melodies haunt me at night Maybe lies and lullabies This is my last farewell You let me down [Chorus] [Big Boi] Yeah... From behind the Cadillac do'... Grip this wood, slide around real slow... Just thinkin, mind blown As I glare through the smoke tinted windows... And be still [Chorus] |
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| 3:42 |
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[George Clinton - Intro]
This is that dope-on-dope, smoke but don't choke on It's the shit, clearly blunt junkies have been known to croak Unless them toke of it's, THE BOOOOOOMB! [Chorus] For those who think life is unfair 'cause I blow my smoke in the air As if no one is standin there Then I'll roll one tonight, fo' yo' sorrows In my chair, as I sit back smiling from ear to ear With a fistful of your girlfriend's hair Yes, she'll blow one tonight, fo' yo' sorrows [Big Boi] (Too $hort) Daddy Fat Sacks back on the scene Money shot to a Three movies But everything's straight like 9:15 It's back to the time machine, I believe Back to the rhymin, back to the stick Back to the hi-hat, tsk tsk kick Slap, y'all nigga better think that was it We everywhere (BEEEITCH~!) ..Like the air you breathe Got 'em stuck like Chuck into what we weave Like a lace front wig stuck to the forehead Best believe I'll change the steeds Take the lead, change the speed Slow it down just for the sport Nigga, ONE of my favorite rappers happens to be Too $hort [Too $hort] Now everybody wanna sell dope (SELL DOPE) Got a P, got a pound, got some hoes (..NOPE!) Jesse Jackson had a lil' bit of hope, for the folks On a roll, back in nineteen eighty fo' (EIGHTY FO'?) BEEEITCH~! [Chorus 1/2] [Big Boi] Just to let you know that everything is straight I say stank you very much 'cause we appreciate the hate Now go get yourself a handgun, you fuckin wit a great Put it your mouth and squeeze it like your morning toothpaste {*gunshot*} Kill yo'self like Sean Kingston, suicidal for a title My recitals are vital and maybe needed for survival Like the Bible or any other good book that you read Why are 75% of our youth readin magazines? 'Cause they used to fantasy, and that's what they do to dream Call it fiction addiction 'cause the truth is a heavy thing! 'member when the levee scream, made the folks evacua-ezz Yeah, I'm still speakin about it 'cause New Orleans ain't clean When we shout Dirty South, I don't think that is what we mean I mean, it mean the roguh, the tough, the DANGEROUS, we reign SUPREME Can slaughter entire teams with the ink that my pen bleeds B-I-G, B-O-I - nigga, please! [Chours] [George Clinton - Bridge, then Outro] Don't want no girlfriends Just need my dope (I just need my dope) One foot on the world when, I'm behind in my smoke (I'm behind in my smoke) On the back burner, you can just simmer around But on the front burner, you betta burn, a fat one (Roll it up...fire that shit up) A fat one - fire it up! A fat, fat, fat one.. This is that dope-on-dope, smoke but don't choke on It's the shit, c-c-clearly blunt junkies have been known to croak-oak-oak Unless them toke of it's, THE BOOOMB! Bombardin the brain, the bong infinitely plays the place to come Came and went, hindbells spent, b-b-b-b-bent Take another huff and puff and choke and toke Icky sticky sticky and stuff a bowl and pack a pipe, twist a blunt roll, light a JOINT~! 'Cause this is the dope-on-dope...some GOOD shit... Yeaaaaaaahh...Lean back and puff slow... |
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| 3:45 |
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[Verse One: Big Boi]
The rhymes I designed are truly unrefined Like diamonds with a spec of blood dug up out a mine Flows flood between the ears right behind my eyes Giving birth to lines, soul searching for the prize I take my time when deciding what to write Like the SAT while these other niggaz bite Underated and mostly hated but got a lot of fight Like a player, play the background, fuck the spotlight Night night, I recite when I step up to this mic Reputation trump tight like the husband want a wife Stay sharp as broken glass, get busted on or smashed When your ass cross paths with this half of the Kast [Chorus One: B.o.B + (Big Boi)] It's bed time, bed time Tuck yourself I can tell that you're terrified Check my record you'll see that I'm verified (Nobody want none) I terrorize (Don't nobody want none) Now you're terrified (Nobody want none of this here) It's bed time [Big Boi talking] Yeah this where second vers supposed to go I don't think I need to hit ya'll with another verse But, I think I might, because I like to destroy shit [Verse Two: Big Boi] There's no time to retreat and no surrender Been ready for battle General Patton's no beginner I keep it all Madden, I call the play then execute for the W Leave the rest of you destitute, now put that money up Oh and your content is nonsense; How you expect to get it a little resitution with all this ghetto flaugin Snow, that's for tobaggans, no won't be no pardons Or bargains, three striked then you +Yank+ed up like +A. Rod+ and, uh, with no apartments, you got no home to run to You snitching on yourself and no its your front they come through Without a tap on your phone The only thing they had to do is listen to raps on your songs... [Chorus Two: Joi + (Big Boi)] Lights out, the time for the nighty night's overude This is the final countdown to your swan song, you are through All wack emcees and posers this is going out to you Fuck boys will drop their jaws and all because here something new (Something new, something new) ooooh-ooooh-oh-ooooh (Something new, something new) [Verse Three: Big Boi] Straight out the plastic, like a pair of footies, no show My nigga you can't no see me and thats for sho, four door Any kind of Cadillac I go slow, what I'm smoking on Some of that chokehold, no low, no mid Top of the line pine, because I blow big, been here for a while Your momma likes my style, and so do your kids I know you love it, cuz a hater loves to hate You need me like a junkie needs a razor blade and plate I'm dope nigga [Chorus One] [Chorus Two] |
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Yeah! All the ladies say hoooo
All the hoes say, (Gucci: hah hah hah) Gucci up, here we go A-town, C-post Cut masta swift down ya throat Boy stop, Sir Luscious Left Foot's on fire Trying to block my shine just ain't gone happen so don't try Every time I get on this microphone I like to spit, Inking hit up after hit This penmanship is so legit I came equipped like a prophylactic Now they riding dicks, like Stylin' on these suckas out here tryin to buy they bitch Now they rich try to piss everybody to trick off But a true boss to pay the cost, she giving away her drawers, Word to the brown James he some chicken chow mein, Really man you done say some silly things And the fella Dana Dane Boy, you cuffin' claim to game Hate my main thang, got my last name, ya know't I mayne? I'm on my grind shawty, Don't block my shine shawty. Hold up, hold up guess who just showed up? Rolled up, rolls cut, drop with the doors up I'm on my grind shawty, Don't block my shine shawty. Wait a minute, wait a minute, Chill a little, sit a minute. I can't close my safe no more, Cause I got too much money in it. Gucci in the cell; did a deal, went to jail I make music, I make movies, I'm in Tyler Perry's cell I don't smell coming out the lam', fuck it what the hell Gucci Mane, so I'm Guccied down; she got on Chanel In the tent rolling stupid kush like I'm in the restroom In the club with a half a pound (hundred fifty blunts) Zone 6 - East Atlanta - don't fuck with Nia Long Boy: shine like it's showtime, all my jewelry on On the block with my stupid watch. Boy you need to stop! When I stop, everybody watch the car don't have a top In the streets. Cost a stupid check roll another pack Now I'm gone, I can't even flip: Eastside where you at? [hook] Can't be tripping 'bout no paper cause the safe is not so safe, The piggy bank got legs and feet, and can't get up and walk away shawty, With my southern drawl awkwardly I spray like the backside of a skunk in the stash house with the pump, Pistol grip in my lap at all times in the 'lac from Atlanta to savannah can't a nigga stop that Not when god's got his hands on me only the strong survive And the weak, minded are falling by the wayside, they try. But we shall overcome and succeed, indeed But with disaster comes a great responsibility We chose to lead not follow It's a hard pill to swallow Better get prescriptions filled cause there might not be tomorrow. |
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[Intro: Big Boi]
Put that bitch in smash mode! Boo, I got a back up plan to the back up plan To back up my back up plan (And one and two, now you know what to do) Motherfucker let's go Yeah-yeah, Let's go Put your back into it like you Grandma do it, let's go A-Town! Boo, I got a back up plan to the back up plan To back up my back up plan [Chorus] + (Big Boi) I knew I was wrooong for thinking that she caaaared I knew all alooong, that's whay I stay prepaaared {And one and two, now you know what to do} My nigga what was I to do, but find someone elseeeeeeeeee (Boo, I got a back up plan to the back up plan To back up my back up plan) [Verse One: Big Boi] This is how it starts Momma fell heel over head and says you was the one Big Boi, but she calls me Antwan So just for fun, I went along with hon I was young, full of cum, done for the skeet skeet, not dumb We would meet undiscretely discrete She in heat like beitch on a leash (BIIITCH!) No disrespect, but metaphorically she's a beeeeast No teasing, no whining Just bumping and grinding til we got slimey Yeah, from that sweet stick thang, can't complain I was hooked on the box like the hot Krispy Cremes [Chorus] [Verse Two: Big Boi] Well it didn't take long for me to game peeep It was week after week, I was seeing the same freak I be damned if we posing for pictures and throwing rice Maybe throwing up in Vegas while Daddy's on the dice I might (might) just put you on the chopping block tonight Act right and you can get my second string spotlight But if you freaking, I'm speaking clean as a whistle This'll be the last offical offer before dismissal No teasing, no whining Just bumping and grinding til we got slimey Yeah, got the latex for the fit Because she trying to +trick Daddy+, Slip-N-Slide on this dick! [Chorus] [Bridge: Big Boi w/ back up singers] You are not the one, you are not the one You can be my two, you can be my two And one and one, everybody have fun And one and one, everybody have fun (And one and two, now you know what to do) [Chorus] [Outro: Big Boi] And one and one, everybody have fun And one and one, everybody have fun Now two, now two, I'mm give her back to you I'm through, nigga I don had enough of the nast stuff One, two, yeah! |
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