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from Clipse - Lord Willin' (2002)
[Pharrell] & (Pusha T in sing-song voice)
Yo... I go by the name... (I'm yo' pusha) of Pharrell from the Neptunes... And I just wanna let y'all know... (I'm yo' pusha) The world is about to feel... Something... (I'm yo' pusha), that they've never felt before C'mon (Pusha T) From ghetto to ghetto, to backyard to yard I sell it whip on whip, it's off the hard I'm the...neighborhood pusha Call me subwoofer, 'cause I pump "base" like that, Jack On or off the track, I'm heavy cuz Ball 'til you fall cause you could duck to the fetti govs Sorry my love, what I'm seeing through these eyes Benz convoys with the wagon on the side Only big boys keep deuces on the ride Gucci Chuck Taylor with the dragon on the side Man, I make a buck, why scram? I'm trying to show y'all who the fuck I am The jewels is flirting me, damned if I'm hurting Legend in two games like I'm Pee Wee Kirkland Platinum on the block with consistent hits While Pharrell keep talking this music shit [Chorus: Pharrell] ......Grindin'! (Ahhh) ......Grindin'! (Ahhh) Grindin'! (Ahhh) Grindin'! (Ahhh) Grindin'! (Ahhh) ...(Hu-huuh...) (Malice overlapping last line of Chorus) Patty cake, patty cake, I'm the baker's man I bake them cakes as fast as I can And you can tell by how my bread stack up And disguised in this rap so the feds back up Watch it, like my whip, like my chick, topless Doing a buck-six with me in the cockpit Grindin' cousin, I got hoes for a dozen Even eleven-5, if I see ya keep it comin' And my weight, that's just as heavy as my name So much dough, I can't swear I won't change Excuse me if my wealth got me full of myself Cocky, something that I just can't help 'Specially when them 20's is spinning like windmills And the ice 32 below minus the wind chill Filthy, the word that best defines me I'm just grinding man, y'all nevermind me [Chorus] ......Grindin'! (Ahhh) ......Grindin'! (Ahhh) Grindin'! (Ahhh) Grindin'! (Ahhh) Grindin'! (Ahhh) ...(Hu-huuh...) [Hook: The Clipse in sing-song voice and (Pharrell)] Grin-din', when you know what I keep in a lining (Whooof...) Niggas better stay in line, when (Whooof...) When you see a nigga like me shinin' (Grin-ding!) Grin-din', when you know what I keep in a lining (Whooof...) Niggas better stay in line, when (Whooof...) When you see a nigga like me shinin' (Grin-ding!) (Malice) My grind's 'bout family, never been about fame From days I wasn't "Abel/able", there was always "Cain/caine" Four and a half will get you in the game Anything less is just a goddamn shame Guess the weight, my watch got blue chips in the face Glock with two tips, whoever gets in the way Not to mention the hideaway that rests by the lake Consider my raw demeanor the icing on the cake I'm Grinding (Pusha T overlapping Malice's last line) I move 'caine like a criple Balance weight through the hood Kids call me Mr. Sniffles Other hand on my nickel-- Plated whistle, one eye closed I'll hit you As if I was Slick Rick my aim is still an issue Lose your soul in... whichever palm I'm holdin' One'll leave you frozen, the other, noddin' and dozin' I'm grindin' Jack [Chorus] ...Grindin'! (Ahhh) ...Grindin'! (Ahhh) Grindin'! (Ahhh) Grindin'! (Ahhh) Grindin'! (Ahhh) ...(Hu-huuh...) [Hook: The Clipse in sing-song voice and (Pharrell)] Grin-din', when you know what I keep in a lining Niggas better stay in line, when When you see a nigga like me shinin' (Grin-ding!) Grin-din', when you know what I keep in a lining Niggas better stay in line, when When you see a nigga like me shinin' (Grin-ding!) |
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from Lil' Bow Wow - Unleashed (2003)
Birdman! (lady's and gentlemen) mm-huh! Jazzy Fizzle product-shizzle my nizzle. oh boy! wit lil bow wizzle (bow wizzle) Ay...ay, I see you wit shorty huh. Take her to tha mall pimp! (ah-huh) [BOW:] Okay! [BABY:] show me how lil man roll! (ooowwee!) [BOW WOW VERSE 1:] I know this chick named Nichole They call her boochie didn't wanna shop nowhere but Gucci (but gucci) And Burberry and Proda was her style (ok) I'm tryin to tell yall that shorty could get down (uh-wow) Conversations Amazing In my 4, shorty's in heavy rotation (4-sho) Thinkin to myself like, this is the one Broke her down, told shorty how to do this hun! (4-sho) Neva gave her tha cold shoulda' if she's in the benz, I let her take ova' the Rova (vrrm-Vrrm!) Then it's off to the movies, tell her i'm like austin, Let's get Groovyyyy! From tha movies to tha crib Git her keys for the Hersh that's what I did, And! (ok) I'll find me another one more interesting, more fun Tha man has just begun! [Chorus] [BOW:] It's really, really nice to meet cha' ma (what's hap'nin) I'm really,really diggin yo style (yo style) Say you wanna go chill wit a balla huh (bow weezy Baby!) Let's get Down! [GIRL:] it's really, really nice to meet ya boy ya know i'm really feelin yo style ya know i wanna chill with a balla so Lets get down! [BABY:] Ay! I see what cha doin' lil bow wow (uh-huh) Ya had a date. Ya did that. Now I want you to go world wide with it. East coast, westcoast, mid-west, and down bound. [BOW WOW VERSE 2:] I know this girl named Cindi (ok) loves to rock Fendi (wow) when she leaves t |
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from R. Kelly - Tp-3.Com (2005)
There’s a lot of guys out there blamin’ other cats for takin’ they woman I’m gunna put it to you like this I’ll tell niggas hey Don’t bring your woman to the club Don’t bring your main squeeze to the club You know I’m sayin’ Unless your game is tight Cause if your game ain’t tight And a nigga walk in and his game is tight Shit, you fuck around and lose your woman You know what I’m sayin’ If your game ain’t tight Quit bringin’ you woman to these mother fuckin’ clubs dog And blamin’ other niggas for takin’ your woman Ain’t nobody take your woman no way If your woman chose somebody else then shit Your game ain’t tight (that’s right) So quit runnin’ around here bitchin’ And tighten up your game Yeah, O.K. Kell, Stunna Ghetto Thrilla I smell ya boy Come on Kell let’s do this Pull up in the whip and the girls go crazy Into the club and the girls go crazy A sip of the ‘notiq and the girls go crazy Put the cut on and the girls go crazy Pull down the pants and the girls go crazy Roll it around and the girls go crazy Stroke of the and the girls go crazy All I wanna do is make the girls go crazy I ain’t tryin’a brag, but man I’m the coldest Chicks around me catch chills ‘cause I’m frozen R&B king top gun and I’m loaded Everything you hear in your jeep, I wrote it If it ain’t good life, man I don’t live it If the rap’s hot then Baby must a did it Ain’t no time for playin’ games yo Gotta get this money and cop the Range Rov’ Get the new coupe, put ‘em on them 24’s And get a Hummer V pile’m up with plenty ho’s Now holler when you see me on your block (Biatch) Surround the Lex when you see me on your block Ladies dance like a party on your block And we got the whole industry on lock Man I tell ya this chick is somethin’ Movin’ ass like she a snake or somethin’ Man ya’ll aint even gotta pay m e ‘Cause for free I’ma drive her crazy Pull up in the whip and the girls go crazy Into the club and the girls go crazy A sip of the ‘notiq and the girls go crazy Put the cut on and the girls go crazy Pull down the pants and the girls go crazy Roll it around and the girls go crazy Stroke of the and the girls go crazy All I wanna do is make the girls go crazy I ain’t got nothin’ but money out the asshole Big money big stuntin’ how the game go New Benz new Hummer with the tag low Shake your body get the dollars on the dance floor I’m in a club and I’m puffin on (Haze) Me and Kelly with a whole lotta (Ladies) I got cash that’s a whole lottta (Gravy) I’m on your ass if you ever try to (Play me) Niggas think they’re ballin’ spent a hundred on a jeep Millionaire nigga spent a hundred on the teeth Turn back around spend a hundred on a freak Jewel game up spent a hundred on a piece It’s a fantasy nigga with the cars and yachts Big cribs in Miami, my yard a block Million cash on the floor is all from rocks Ya’ll don’t understand D Boys are hot Pull up in the whip and the girls go crazy Into the club and the girls go crazy A sip of the ‘notiq and the girls go crazy Put the cut on and the girls go crazy Pull down the pants and the girls go crazy Roll it around and the girls go crazy Stroke of the and the girls go crazy All I wanna do is make the girls go crazy Yo Baby, You know the blue Kool Aid got a nigga tipsy Twins feelin’ on me man like they tryin’ a frisk me What am I to do? Lay ‘em both down an d make ‘em go oooh Bass bumpin’, Spreewells Who’s that rollin’ up? It’s Kells And girl if you feel like me Wanna have sex on the first date like me Recline in the whips, spend lots of chips Hit the beach wanna skinny dip like me Hey Kel they lovin’ you and me Hypnotic and E got her grittin’ her teeth Fuck that let a freak be a freak (Biatch) Pop one pop two drinkin’ Hennessey (OK) Mommy need some ends got her work cut out for you Mommy need a Benz got a roof cut out for you Comin’ short up on your rent got a whole new house for you And don’t worry ‘bout what I spent let the freak come outta you Pull up in the whip and the girls go crazy Into the club and the girls go crazy A sip of the ‘notiq and the girls go crazy Put the cut on and the girls go crazy Pull down the pants and the girls go crazy Roll it around and the girls go crazy Stroke of the and the girls go crazy All I wanna do is make the girls go crazy Get bent till the early morn’ We gon’ get high till the early morn’ We gon’ 26 till the early morn’ To the hotel to the early morn’ We gon’ hit chicks till the early morn’ We got hangovers in the early morn’ Ride out in the early morn’ Cause the party don’t stop till the early morn’ Kells, Birdman Tp.3 y’all Reloaded
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from Trick Daddy - Back By Thug Demand (2006)
(Chorus)
Tuck, tuck that, tuck, tuck that, tuck, tuck that, tuck, tuck that, tuck, tuck that, ice in You aint, you aint, iced out Tuck, tuck that ice in I shine like a lighthouse Tuck, tuck that ice in, you ain't, you ain't iced Lights on, lights off I shine like a lighthouse tuck, tuck that, ice in You aint, you aint, iced out Tuck, tuck that ice in I shine like a lighthouse Tuck, tuck that ice in, you ain't, you ain't iced Lights on, lights off I shine like a lighthouse (TRICK DADDY) My shit is platinum, these assholes wearin' white gold See I'm to smart for this cause, all my shit paid for And why should I rent a house, when I can huy it and write it off Make it my Florida home for the summer, round winter time just rent it out See I ain't none of them, who ride around on rented rims Change on the weekend, and floss in him mama's Benz See when I hit the scene, I be so fresh so clean White fitted, white tee, ain't nan nigga like me What kind of shit you on, wearin' f**kin' rhinestones Them cubic zirconia son, Them ain't f**kin' diamonds, So you gonna f**k around, and get gangrene at the arm Who'd rob and kill one, over some mother-f**kin' slum Your chain is crazy, that shit for gazey and it ain't real, unless its copper or stainless steel So whoever made it... you shouldn't have paid it Twenty grand for a watch thats f**kin' gold plated! (Chorus) (BABY) 16 out the house, 17 gold mouth, 18 on the block, Nigga got them thangs out, Birdman stunna, nigga we don't sit in jail Real n(Chorus) Tuck, tuck that, tuck, tuck that, tuck, tuck that, tuck, tuck that, tuck, tuck that, ice in You aint, you aint, iced out Tuck, tuck that ice in I shine like a lighthouse Tuck, tuck that ice in, you ain't, you ain't iced Lights on, lights off I shine like a lighthouse tuck, tuck that, ice in You aint, you aint, iced out Tuck, tuck that ice in I shine like a lighthouse Tuck, tuck that ice in, you ain't, you ain't iced Lights on, lights off I shine like a lighthouse (TRICK DADDY) My shit is platinum, these assholes wearin' white gold See I'm to smart for this cause, all my shit paid for And why should I rent a house, when I can huy it and write it off Make it my Florida home for the summer, round winter time just rent it out See I ain't none of them, who ride around on rented rims Change on the weekend, and floss in him mama's Benz See when I hit the scene, I be so fresh so clean White fitted, white tee, ain't nan nigga like me What kind of shit you on, wearin' f**kin' rhinestones Them cubic zirconia son, Them ain't f**kin' diamonds, So you gonna f**k around, and get gangrene at the arm Who'd rob and kill one, over some mother-f**kin' slum Your chain is crazy, that shit for gazey and it ain't real, unless its copper or stainless steel So whoever made it... you shouldn't have paid it Twenty grand for a watch thats f**kin' gold plated! (Chorus) (BABY) 16 out the house, 17 gold mouth, 18 on the block, Nigga got them thangs out, Birdman stunna, nigga we don't sit in jail Real nigga's do real thangs, you know we make bail Trick hit me on the cell, know I gotta make a sale Found myself in Dade County, Nigga's movin' pounds of bail So fresh,so bright with the ice, Nigga you could loose your life playing with the bright lights! Yea, Cali got my back, I'm strapped nigga and prephase, doin' it big, poppin' bottles, N*** the g-way Black handles, black ice, we'll get it right for a cheap price nigga that cutter'll get your mind right, M.O.B. to a bitch, made my hood rich Quick cash, young money, it's that uptown shit, ballin'one them bitches, shock callin' on them bitches, Two million on some ice and some cars on them bitches (Chorus) (TRICK DADDY) They asked the kid the difference between mine and his, See my shit blindin' his shit don't shine, cause that shit ain't real His gemstones, they fruity pebbles, just like Flinstones, and he had his "Roley" on, but I ain't even notice his arm, but his diamonds cloudy, and he ain't shiny, and I heard his shit "Tick Tick Tickin'" Oh man, this nigga trippin! See we poppin' bottles and smokin bugga, actin' cocky Big thangs with fat pockets, wearing seventy-thousand dollar watches My overseas friends, are breakin' thangs in, Invest in a smaller hit town, shakin', bakin'and breakin' it down We gettin' top dollar, cause we got that top powder Hoes slob on our johnson, cause johnson got that best powder We call a grand a dollar, we gettin' money holla Rollin' hard with five fives, real f**king street ballers I did five trucks since the first quarter, I'm on the right path at this rate, I'll be sellin' slabs by the halfs (Chorus) (Chorus) Tuck, tuck that, tuck, tuck that, tuck, tuck that, tuck, tuck that, tuck, tuck that, ice in You aint, you aint, iced out Tuck, tuck that ice in I shine like a lighthouse Tuck, tuck that ice in, you ain't, you ain't iced Lights on, lights off I shine like a lighthouse tuck, tuck that, ice in You aint, you aint, iced out Tuck, tuck that ice in I shine like a lighthouse Tuck, tuck that ice in, you ain't, you ain't iced Lights on, lights off I shine like a lighthouse (TRICK DADDY) My shit is platinum, these assholes wearin' white gold See I'm to smart for this cause, all my shit paid for And why should I rent a house, when I can huy it and write it off Make it my Florida home for the summer, round winter time just rent it out See I ain't none of them, who ride around on rented rims Change on the weekend, and floss in him mama's Benz See when I hit the scene, I be so fresh so clean White fitted, white tee, ain't nan nigga like me What kind of shit you on, wearin' f**kin' rhinestones Them cubic zirconia son, Them ain't f**kin' diamonds, So you gonna f**k around, and get gangrene at the arm Who'd rob and kill one, over some mother-f**kin' slum Your chain is crazy, that shit for gazey and it ain't real, unless its copper or stainless steel So whoever made it... you shouldn't have paid it Twenty grand for a watch thats f**kin' gold plated! (Chorus) (BABY) 16 out the house, 17 gold mouth, 18 on the block, Nigga got them thangs out, Birdman stunna, nigga we don't sit in jail Real nigga's do real thangs, you know we make bail Trick hit me on the cell, know I gotta make a sale Found myself in Dade County, Nigga's movin' pounds of bail So fresh,so bright with the ice, Nigga you could loose your life playing with the bright lights! Yea, Cali got my back, I'm strapped nigga and prephase, doin' it big, poppin' bottles, Nigga the g-way Black handles, black ice, we'll get it right for a cheap price nigga that cutter'll get your mind right, M.O.B. to a bitch, made my hood rich Quick cash, young money, it's that uptown shit, ballin'one them bitches, shock callin' on them bitches, Two million on some ice and some cars on them bitches (Chorus) (TRICK DADDY) They asked the kid the difference between mine and his, See my shit blindin' his shit don't shine, cause that shit ain't real His gemstones, they fruity pebbles, just like Flinstones, and he had his "Roley" on, but I ain't even notice his arm, but his diamonds cloudy, and he ain't shiny, and I heard his shit "Tick Tick Tickin'" Oh man, this nigga trippin! See we poppin' bottles and smokin bugga, actin' cocky Big thangs with fat pockets, wearing seventy-thousand dollar watches My overseas friends, are breakin' thangs in, Invest in a smaller hit town, shakin', bakin'and breakin' it down We gettin' top dollar, cause we got that top powder Hoes slob on our johnson, cause johnson got that best powder We call a grand a dollar, we gettin' money holla Rollin' hard with five fives, real f**king street ballers I did five trucks since the first quarter, I'm on the right path at this rate, I'll be sellin' slabs by the halfs (Chorus) Nigga's do real thangs, you know we make bail Trick hit me on the cell, know I gotta make a sale Found myself in Dane County, Nigga's movin' pounds of bail So fresh,so bright with the ice, Nigga you could loose your life playing with the bright lights! Yea, Cali got my back, I'm strapped nigga and prephase, doin' it big, poppin' bottles, N*** the g-way Black handles, black ice, we'll get it right for a cheap price nigga that cutter'll get your mind right, M.O.B. to a bitch, made my hood rich Quick cash, young money, it's that uptown shit, ballin'one them bitches, shock callin' on them bitches, Two million on some ice and some cars on them bitches (Chorus) (TRICK DADDY) They asked the kid the difference between mine and his, See my shit blindin' his shit don't shine, cause that shit ain't real His gemstones, they fruity pebbles, just like Flinstones, and he had his "Roley" on, but I ain't even notice his arm, but his diamonds cloudy, and he ain't shiny, and I heard his shit "Tick Tick Tickin'" Oh man, this nigga trippin! See we poppin' bottles and smokin bugga, actin' cocky Big thangs with fat pockets, wearing seventy-thousand dollar watches My overseas friends, are breakin' thangs in, Invest in a smaller hit town, shakin', bakin'and breakin' it down We gettin' top dollar, cause we got that top powder Hoes slob on our johnson, cause johnson got that best powder We call a grand a dollar, we gettin' money holla Rollin' hard with five fives, real f**king street ballers I did five trucks since the first quarter, I'm on the right path at this rate, I'll be sellin' slabs by the halfs (Chorus) |
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from Trick Daddy - Back By Thug Demand (2006)
(Chorus)
Tuck, tuck that, tuck, tuck that, tuck, tuck that, tuck, tuck that, tuck, tuck that, ice in You aint, you aint, iced out Tuck, tuck that ice in I shine like a lighthouse Tuck, tuck that ice in, you ain't, you ain't iced Lights on, lights off I shine like a lighthouse tuck, tuck that, ice in You aint, you aint, iced out Tuck, tuck that ice in I shine like a lighthouse Tuck, tuck that ice in, you ain't, you ain't iced Lights on, lights off I shine like a lighthouse (TRICK DADDY) My shit is platinum, these assholes wearin' white gold See I'm to smart for this cause, all my shit paid for And why should I rent a house, when I can huy it and write it off Make it my Florida home for the summer, round winter time just rent it out See I ain't none of them, who ride around on rented rims Change on the weekend, and floss in him mama's Benz See when I hit the scene, I be so fresh so clean White fitted, white tee, ain't nan nigga like me What kind of shit you on, wearin' f**kin' rhinestones Them cubic zirconia son, Them ain't f**kin' diamonds, So you gonna f**k around, and get gangrene at the arm Who'd rob and kill one, over some mother-f**kin' slum Your chain is crazy, that shit for gazey and it ain't real, unless its copper or stainless steel So whoever made it... you shouldn't have paid it Twenty grand for a watch thats f**kin' gold plated! (Chorus) (BABY) 16 out the house, 17 gold mouth, 18 on the block, Nigga got them thangs out, Birdman stunna, nigga we don't sit in jail Real n(Chorus) Tuck, tuck that, tuck, tuck that, tuck, tuck that, tuck, tuck that, tuck, tuck that, ice in You aint, you aint, iced out Tuck, tuck that ice in I shine like a lighthouse Tuck, tuck that ice in, you ain't, you ain't iced Lights on, lights off I shine like a lighthouse tuck, tuck that, ice in You aint, you aint, iced out Tuck, tuck that ice in I shine like a lighthouse Tuck, tuck that ice in, you ain't, you ain't iced Lights on, lights off I shine like a lighthouse (TRICK DADDY) My shit is platinum, these assholes wearin' white gold See I'm to smart for this cause, all my shit paid for And why should I rent a house, when I can huy it and write it off Make it my Florida home for the summer, round winter time just rent it out See I ain't none of them, who ride around on rented rims Change on the weekend, and floss in him mama's Benz See when I hit the scene, I be so fresh so clean White fitted, white tee, ain't nan nigga like me What kind of shit you on, wearin' f**kin' rhinestones Them cubic zirconia son, Them ain't f**kin' diamonds, So you gonna f**k around, and get gangrene at the arm Who'd rob and kill one, over some mother-f**kin' slum Your chain is crazy, that shit for gazey and it ain't real, unless its copper or stainless steel So whoever made it... you shouldn't have paid it Twenty grand for a watch thats f**kin' gold plated! (Chorus) (BABY) 16 out the house, 17 gold mouth, 18 on the block, Nigga got them thangs out, Birdman stunna, nigga we don't sit in jail Real nigga's do real thangs, you know we make bail Trick hit me on the cell, know I gotta make a sale Found myself in Dade County, Nigga's movin' pounds of bail So fresh,so bright with the ice, Nigga you could loose your life playing with the bright lights! Yea, Cali got my back, I'm strapped nigga and prephase, doin' it big, poppin' bottles, N*** the g-way Black handles, black ice, we'll get it right for a cheap price nigga that cutter'll get your mind right, M.O.B. to a bitch, made my hood rich Quick cash, young money, it's that uptown shit, ballin'one them bitches, shock callin' on them bitches, Two million on some ice and some cars on them bitches (Chorus) (TRICK DADDY) They asked the kid the difference between mine and his, See my shit blindin' his shit don't shine, cause that shit ain't real His gemstones, they fruity pebbles, just like Flinstones, and he had his "Roley" on, but I ain't even notice his arm, but his diamonds cloudy, and he ain't shiny, and I heard his shit "Tick Tick Tickin'" Oh man, this nigga trippin! See we poppin' bottles and smokin bugga, actin' cocky Big thangs with fat pockets, wearing seventy-thousand dollar watches My overseas friends, are breakin' thangs in, Invest in a smaller hit town, shakin', bakin'and breakin' it down We gettin' top dollar, cause we got that top powder Hoes slob on our johnson, cause johnson got that best powder We call a grand a dollar, we gettin' money holla Rollin' hard with five fives, real f**king street ballers I did five trucks since the first quarter, I'm on the right path at this rate, I'll be sellin' slabs by the halfs (Chorus) (Chorus) Tuck, tuck that, tuck, tuck that, tuck, tuck that, tuck, tuck that, tuck, tuck that, ice in You aint, you aint, iced out Tuck, tuck that ice in I shine like a lighthouse Tuck, tuck that ice in, you ain't, you ain't iced Lights on, lights off I shine like a lighthouse tuck, tuck that, ice in You aint, you aint, iced out Tuck, tuck that ice in I shine like a lighthouse Tuck, tuck that ice in, you ain't, you ain't iced Lights on, lights off I shine like a lighthouse (TRICK DADDY) My shit is platinum, these assholes wearin' white gold See I'm to smart for this cause, all my shit paid for And why should I rent a house, when I can huy it and write it off Make it my Florida home for the summer, round winter time just rent it out See I ain't none of them, who ride around on rented rims Change on the weekend, and floss in him mama's Benz See when I hit the scene, I be so fresh so clean White fitted, white tee, ain't nan nigga like me What kind of shit you on, wearin' f**kin' rhinestones Them cubic zirconia son, Them ain't f**kin' diamonds, So you gonna f**k around, and get gangrene at the arm Who'd rob and kill one, over some mother-f**kin' slum Your chain is crazy, that shit for gazey and it ain't real, unless its copper or stainless steel So whoever made it... you shouldn't have paid it Twenty grand for a watch thats f**kin' gold plated! (Chorus) (BABY) 16 out the house, 17 gold mouth, 18 on the block, Nigga got them thangs out, Birdman stunna, nigga we don't sit in jail Real nigga's do real thangs, you know we make bail Trick hit me on the cell, know I gotta make a sale Found myself in Dade County, Nigga's movin' pounds of bail So fresh,so bright with the ice, Nigga you could loose your life playing with the bright lights! Yea, Cali got my back, I'm strapped nigga and prephase, doin' it big, poppin' bottles, Nigga the g-way Black handles, black ice, we'll get it right for a cheap price nigga that cutter'll get your mind right, M.O.B. to a bitch, made my hood rich Quick cash, young money, it's that uptown shit, ballin'one them bitches, shock callin' on them bitches, Two million on some ice and some cars on them bitches (Chorus) (TRICK DADDY) They asked the kid the difference between mine and his, See my shit blindin' his shit don't shine, cause that shit ain't real His gemstones, they fruity pebbles, just like Flinstones, and he had his "Roley" on, but I ain't even notice his arm, but his diamonds cloudy, and he ain't shiny, and I heard his shit "Tick Tick Tickin'" Oh man, this nigga trippin! See we poppin' bottles and smokin bugga, actin' cocky Big thangs with fat pockets, wearing seventy-thousand dollar watches My overseas friends, are breakin' thangs in, Invest in a smaller hit town, shakin', bakin'and breakin' it down We gettin' top dollar, cause we got that top powder Hoes slob on our johnson, cause johnson got that best powder We call a grand a dollar, we gettin' money holla Rollin' hard with five fives, real f**king street ballers I did five trucks since the first quarter, I'm on the right path at this rate, I'll be sellin' slabs by the halfs (Chorus) Nigga's do real thangs, you know we make bail Trick hit me on the cell, know I gotta make a sale Found myself in Dane County, Nigga's movin' pounds of bail So fresh,so bright with the ice, Nigga you could loose your life playing with the bright lights! Yea, Cali got my back, I'm strapped nigga and prephase, doin' it big, poppin' bottles, N*** the g-way Black handles, black ice, we'll get it right for a cheap price nigga that cutter'll get your mind right, M.O.B. to a bitch, made my hood rich Quick cash, young money, it's that uptown shit, ballin'one them bitches, shock callin' on them bitches, Two million on some ice and some cars on them bitches (Chorus) (TRICK DADDY) They asked the kid the difference between mine and his, See my shit blindin' his shit don't shine, cause that shit ain't real His gemstones, they fruity pebbles, just like Flinstones, and he had his "Roley" on, but I ain't even notice his arm, but his diamonds cloudy, and he ain't shiny, and I heard his shit "Tick Tick Tickin'" Oh man, this nigga trippin! See we poppin' bottles and smokin bugga, actin' cocky Big thangs with fat pockets, wearing seventy-thousand dollar watches My overseas friends, are breakin' thangs in, Invest in a smaller hit town, shakin', bakin'and breakin' it down We gettin' top dollar, cause we got that top powder Hoes slob on our johnson, cause johnson got that best powder We call a grand a dollar, we gettin' money holla Rollin' hard with five fives, real f**king street ballers I did five trucks since the first quarter, I'm on the right path at this rate, I'll be sellin' slabs by the halfs (Chorus) |
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from Baby - Birdman (2002)
(featuring Jazze Pha)
[Baby] Ay Ay Ay Man Freezy I need it this year baby (need it this year baby) Ay Jazze (Jazze) I need some vocals now sing it big boy [Chorus] It's the Birdman daddy (I'm fly in any weather) When it comes to these cars (I puts it together) See I switch my paint (And change my leather) Got mami the new Benz and plucked her feathers Now ? eagles come fly with me Sway hair lighter then eyes could see Look at that ? where your eyes could see ('Cause you the Number 1 Stunna) Come fly with me [Baby] Nigga I fly past a bitch in a dip back six Rain or snow I'm still the shit I'm the Numba 1 Stunna (I fly in any weather) It's the Birdman Summer (I fly in any weather) See, I come through flossed out sippin' some cris' Just ? my deal so I smoke now bitch See that brand new Benz (I puts it together) With the bubble-eye lens (I puts it together) With the Gucci on the tims when I spin yo' benz Got the new cardierres with the iced out lens Birdman Birdlady with the Burberry Benz Royal blue niggas with them coca-cola lens Fly ass nigga with that new coupe Bentley Gator on the eyes with the chips in the end (Talking: I'm trying to get one get one game one Real tight biotch Birdman motherfucker!! Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr) [Chorus] [Baby] I'm the boss of the boss (With ? chains) I salt nigga shine (And couldn't maintain) So I hadda step back (And fly away man) 'Cause it's all about collecting (All my chains) See I cook shit, Swing around, Fly away quick Put it in the oven mami Hold my shit I'm the flyest nigga with the flyest bitch These rims and ice (I love my shit) My baby, My Wife (Come hug me quick) See I duck on these niggas when I hold my thang And if you fuck with me bad i'll bust your brain See I fly like a bird Got mami the new fur Slang back, royal blue fits the curves Stilletto high boots and she smoke that herb (She the birdlady baby) Ain't scared to hold hers She came through your hood with the fly ass ? [Chorus] [Woman talking] This is a Mannie Frizzle productshizzle (so fly) A Jazze Phizzle collaborizzle Birdman, Whooo! 24's, 25's, 28's, You know what it is No rub daddy Act like you don't see them Act like you don't see them IVC's girl Sit down ? one time Yeah pluck your feathers baby Fly with the Birrrrrrrrrrdman Birdy Birdy, hahahaha Whhoooweeee! (*echoes until ends*) |
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from Baby - Birdman (2002)
(feat. Mannie Fresh)
[Intro: Baby] Uh huh uh huh Cut me up in my head, Cut me up nigga fuck Ay ay Fresh, its all gravy baby Its my turn nigga, I'm under the burn biotch If you ain't getting money, you's a crazy motherfucker (got to be a crazy motherfucker) I ain't getting money, I'm probably a crazy motherfucker (lord help me) This is a biotch, biotch [Baby] Come on nigga Its them pimpin, ballin, gangster macks Theys old school caddies with them bows and racks The new school bens with them bows to match But its the Birdman daddy got them O's of crack A nigga off the diet cause a nigga gettin fat Them throwback jerseys with them throwback hats Burberry timbs with the fence to match And I'm so so fly, and mommy like that Ounces of that purple and we do it by the sac Rag-top bens with them rag-top lacs Nothing to a gangsta nigga choak your strap We live for money, hoes cooking that crap Them 20" rims and them tires are flat There ain't no question, that stunna is a mack A nigga thought it was over but bitch we back With daimonds in the middle PIMP, daimonds in the back BITCH [Chorus: Mannie Fresh - repeat 2X] Every Place that I went to About a hundrend bad broads say they sent you A picture of themselves but naked, ya heard They all wanna be Ms. Bird, Ms. Bird [Baby] You know I got that Crystal on the rocks You see a nigga's jewels, no name on the watch Until a nigga die these cops gon watch But I don't give a fuck nigga, the shit don't stop All I'm trying to do is stack a knot Them aligator seats with them brand new drops Them hoes gonna jock cause they see a nigga hot Riding on my jet skiis behind a nigga yot Ten up in my ear ma ten up on a watch Real hot girls gonna jock a spot So grab a nigga dick bitch drop it like its hot The same old nigga off them up-town blocks I came around your corner and I shit your spot It's (?) and I serve your block A Cash Money hot boy and I pop the lock A know beat boy with the rooka rooka rock biotch [Chorus - 2X] [Mannie Fresh] Now Dada, Barbara, Kiesha, Tarisa and Dawn I'm tired of having sex and I want to go home But I cant leave yet cause they kissing each other Plus I'm hot and I'm horny, I'm getting my rubbers What that tatoo on your tittie say, Hood Rich Let me your ass, oh wolves' bitch God damn Ms. Kiesha ain't your momma a teacher Your sister is a mister and your daddys a preacher Now you's a mixed up screwed down dike type chick If you ain't eating pussy then you sucking good dick Now every place that I go to About a hundred grimey niggas say the know you And they all got that movie that you made with that man Don Da Don Don Don, stop playin If you seeee, the movieeee (triple x bitoch) [Chorus - 2X] |
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from Baby - Birdman (2002)
(feat. Lil' Wayne)
[Lil Wayne] Bitch look up in the sky it's the bird fucking man Junior daddy - shitting on the game You probably see me sitting on the Range I'm hustling - look up in the sky it's a bird of some cain Aye, I flip it twice and I serve in the game Shout it "Ride fly, 20 birds on that thang" I say shout it "Ride high dro burn my brain" Gotta let a boy - I re-earn my thang And my five pound germ might sing A song - if you wanna sing say "Bling" And if you ever see my pa say "King" And if you ever see his son say "Weezy baby!" New prints of the Big Easy baby Ya'll niggas can't see me, but I see you lil Pha Pha baby Ya dude can't lose - I'ma spread my wings and fly away brrrr! [Chorus] Know why I stay so fucking fly? Stay dipped in every kind of ice? Big rims on every ride? Cause I got to, I got to nigga Live life you ain't gone live it twice Pop 'cris, smoke dro, and get that white Don't worry 'bout the price Cause I got you, I got to nigga [Baby] It's the king of the flyer That ride skinny tires I'm so so high and I'm so so higher Its me and Jr. that's so so fly Fuck them other niggas cause they need to retire We pluck polar bear winter on my side Sitting on the swine - alligator punch-line Super stitch in my leather - pockets full of cheddar Smoke sticky, icky, icky, icky We drank absolute cristal for breakfast New whips come out - I puts it together Tell you how I do it - I change my leather No stock Blackwood with the foreign feathers And German eyes with them Gucci sweaters Bought mami the matching shit and plucked her feathers I wipe it down bitch - bird lady forever Birdman switch from Rees to (?) leather [Chorus] [Baby] She was a raggedy bitch, switched her up, cleaned her life You no longer a scrub you the Birdman's wife So don't you think twice about this mink and leather shit You drive by the hood and bird shit on a bitch Drive anything you want cause you the Birdman's bitch Get anything you need and you roll with the clique Go to the club and get a front row seat Pop mo Don P just shit on a bitch See your fly now mami - used to be a dirty bitch Got all these hoes trying to ride your dick You maintain mami - you never just wild out That's why Stunna put you in that big ass house With the German floors with the wood grain side Mink on the door with the foreign G ride (?) Bird berry Gucci be a surprise No cost too high for my bitch to stay fly [Chorus 1x fades to talking] |
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from Baby - Birdman (2002)
(feat. Clipse, Pharrell Williams)
[Baby (talking with echo)] Aye, Aye, Aye, Ya Tot' 'em up, light it up nigga Birdman motherfucker Clipse, VA, NO nigga What you smelt Clover leaf plant Get off the border motherfucker Come on little'n handle your business for me boy [Chorus: Pusha T & (Pharrell) (2x)] (Brrrrrrrrrrr) What happened to that boy (yo) (Brrrrrrrrrrr) What happened to that boy (Brrrrrrrrrrr) What happened to that boy He was talking shit we put a clap into that boy [Malice] Whoa...Yeah...Malicious...Yeah I heard they snitchin' on a playa man, say it aint so Even as a youngin' they consigned me to blow Which explains why I'm worth my weight in gold While they was taking baby steps from an 8th to an O Word in the streets that the envy is me Enough ice on that watch to make a nigga lose sleep Magnified face help the bitch see clearly 9 on the waist hit the bitch up severely I'm known for the flip of that coke-a-ina I'm heavy in the street like the 7 series Beema maaan Hit 'em with the Nina man Or that 4/5th guaranteed to lean ya man (Whoa) I'm the reason that your block is vacant Malicious will hit ya just to make a statement bitch Clipse and Cash Money who aint rich Don't compare me to you nigga you aint this (Whoa) [Chorus] [Baby] Aye...Aye...Aye, Aye, Aye, Aye, Aye, Aye, Aye... Stunna and Patty Cake the worldwide Pusha (get this money) Birdman nigga leave the guns in the bushes (cuff 'em up, let 'em up bitch) Been shittin' up bricks unload 'em to gustie Boss of the ghetto with the round shape cookie Shit one, Dro one nigga flood the block If I don't go to jail niggas birds gonna flock Nigga sittin' on the toilet bitch get off the pot The bird just landed so the hood gon' rock New whips, big chips the Prada Gucci shit But mami your fly Benz the wide skinny lips She takes my flight, she holds my weight While the po-po staked out from state to state It aint nuttin to a baller baby Pay the cost, big money, heavy weight, bird man, hood boss baby Seppin on my line I'll show a little somethin' They callin' you don't come out then the black crow will touch ya (touch ya) [Chorus (2x)] [Pusha T] Ughhh...Another soul lost Had to make his shirt match my ox blood colored Porsche Ughhh...The rims match of course Blood hit his Timbs it reminded me of them Glistenin' wrist on chiller Gun in the same palm, a gorgeous killer I put this on my lord my niece was 4 when she felt chinchilla I passed the chauffeur that shit that made fiends rise from the dead like Thriller Gangster...Hustler And I still found time to kiss my mother Live like I'm dreamin' kick my feet up Gun pulled my waist remind me of my demon So quit ya yappin' fore I get to clappin And have your body parts mix and matching fella [Chorus (2x)] [Baby (talking)] Aye, Aye, Aye, Aye, there it is nigga, there you have it Birdman, Clipse you under-smelt, VA you know Uptown nigga, we go anywhere with this bullshit We flip bricks you under-smell (gangster motherfucker) Aye nigga put this puzzle together Aye Pharrell you did this here (you did it nigga) A 1000 pieces puzzles (startrak) 100, you know Let's get this money (get the money) Hey nigga I smell somethin', cloverleaf plant bitch Get money motherfucker However you want it you can get it pimp From gangster to blood nigga, take it how you want it nigga We did it how we live, aint nothin' but the thug thing nigga Money thing motherfucker |
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from Baby - Birdman (2002)
(Chorus:Baby and Jazze Pha)
I keep my rims-on the rocks I keep my jims'- on the rocks I keep my drink-on the rocks That's how I'm living-My life, my life, my life I keep my briefs-on the rocks I keep my platinum teef's-on the rocks I keep my bank-on the rocks That's how I'm living-My life,My life, My life (Baby) (Jazze Pha) You see that silver satin ma', that's beautiful daddy I put them 22 rocks on that brand new Caddy Y'kno AMG wit' chromed kit pipes (Lord, Lord, Lord that's a beautiful site) Aiy it's a milli-milli nigga, milli-milli-milli nigga Million blocks, million in rocks nigga, million cars The Ro-Roc-Rock Boy, rock your ice and rock your toy It's the birdman daddy, no time na' pause If Y'no it's gon rain let it rock ya fall Don't non come from the top, but birds and ball I'm grateful for the man that gave it all But I rock my world and I thank the man 'Cuz I came in dis bitch wit my dick in my hand Got that Caddy on broaders, block milli-malla Nine-millimeter make the baddest nigga ball up (Chorus) (Stone) My grill ma' straighten 'em all Gucci- Gabanna - fuck the cost Fendi - Prada- I'll burn them all They been down we gotta ball You back it up - I'm lovin' that I'm smacking up ya shorty back Gambs' is up, better stack, I bought the truck I covered that, Ghetto rich still lock them thangs Money still in mansions man CMB, 10 a ki' , wodie ain't nothin' changed But I still got my ghetto stripes Red - blue and yellow ice That's all I rock, Fuck the cops They want me in that jail fa' life (Chorus) (Baby) Aiy! I'm Stuntin' Tonight Whoo! It's goin down tonight Hmm Hmm, I'm poppin' some crist I'm lookin' fa' some hoes ta put on my list Fits Tailored in the 'Vette with the platinum ass That Gucci rag with the Bird in the bag It's the Prada man, you prolly see me in brand new jag Gucci tailored, ma' don't tell me that (Chorus) ('Lac) Nigga, I went from big 'Bok shoes in Rollsta 23 inches This cadillac so y'kno I'm pimpin' Fo' insurance I don't play that, I'm filled with begets Riding through Eastover look that is where I stay at I drive a Bentley and park a Bentley Buyin' rims by the feet 'cuz they short on inches Look I'm on the block nigga, off the top nigga Go and cop nickels - something on the rocks nigga (Baby and ('Lac) Look I spend my cash, Hoodrich (nigga don't ask) Croc-a-dile interior, the platinum glass 22 inch buttons on that G-wag Got tha mink on tha flo', swine seats lil' daddy I'm the boss of the ghetto in the '98 Caddy It's big pimpin' baby, I'm Weezy Wee daddy Got the green pinky ring, the rock thirty carats I keep it all hood, nigga check my status (Chorus) |
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from Baby - Birdman (2002)
(feat. Jermaine Dupri/TQ)
[Baby] See the party won't start 'till I walk in And I might start over with them Burberry tims Me and J.D. with 'bout 10 of our friends The Benz, the Lexus with the bubble eye lens Bentley, coupes with the rag top vets Brand new caddy with the jews and jets [J.D.] Throw up your sets up your bets I'm the big check sign nigga rhyme nigga 24 I'm grindin' Nigga hot boys since runnin' they was singin' Here we go spendin' dough shit you ain't know I works this pimp juice Cash Money and So So Def all hell 'bout to break loose [Chorus: TQ] Every city town I go Y'all know just how it be When I come threw I shut it down Cuz ain't no body bad like me From the girls in the club that be shakin' they ass To the way that we make your speakers blast Last name Money first name is Cash Y'all know y'all know just how it be [Baby] Big pimpin and hustlin we riding and dubbin' When we walk threw the club all the hoes be huggin More money more pain three colors on the range We threw it out the roof screamin money ain't a thang Visit JD get a boo and see it (holla) We Gucci down from the head to the feet The Cash Money model this nigga be greedy And these horny hoes holla stunna please fini.. [J.D.] I'm the loud over the top type Never quiet when I come to your town I'm trying to start me a riot Fuck your diet Me and my niggas keep eating Heating like DeNiro in the middle of the street and I represent those that party all night Shut down the club screamin green light It's me and the Birdman ya heard Please be clear It's so much stunnin going on in here [Chorus - repeat 4X] |
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from Baby - Birdman (2002)
(feat. The D Boys)
[Chorus (Baby)] I hear them people coming daddy (Heads up!) You better get to running daddy (Heads up!) They walking through the court man (Heads up!) You better stash your dope man (Heads up!) [Lac] I hear them people coming daddy (Heads up!) You better get to running daddy (Heads up!) They walking through the court man (Heads up!) You better stash your dope man (Heads up!) [Baby] Aye, I heard it was a murder (murder) Robbing and kidnapping Lil one with that jaw jacking Saying that he stacking - ain't packing That tool go to clapping You hear that "click:pow" Move out before the "click, click:pow" [Stone] Man I don't like that nigga anyway I heard he been ratting [Lac] We can drag him to the river Stone [Stone] Nah, leave him for Atrice [Lac] Look, I'm a gangsta, hustler, hoodlum (slow down) I came with the four pounds (pounds) So fucking let it go down (go down) I'm tired of them niggas talking I'm letting the trigga sparker Bull dog barking - Cadillac done did em' awful [Baby] He ratting, stooping, bitching, and busting balls Say Lac, I'ma send this nigga to the mall (It is what it is) Its one way in dog - Heads up! Grab on them K-9 dogs [Chorus] [Stone] Stunna a street nigga, straight up Make him act as money And I don't sleep nigga I stay up in a black 600 I play for keeps nigga (so pay up, ain't jacking nothing) The price is cheap nigga (Heads up! Crackers coming) [Baby] See I'm a known D Boy so they hits my spot Put my homies on they knees and they check for rocks So we change stash spots cause the blocks is hot On the rag-less cars so they can't clip my spots [Lac] The Caprice's on the block moving slow-ly (slow-ly) That's the mother fucking po-lice Here come the laws nigga heads up (heads up) Better raise up (raise up) Big chips if ya made something [Baby] Move, move out nigga They coming through (what about the traffic daddy?) Nigga, fuck you! Heads up you know what to do You best to break, run, cause nigga they coming through [Chorus] [Lac] They told me put my hands on the car and show me your hands I had some raw in my draws so I broke out and ran I can't afford to be busted til my money advance But I'm running with the Birdman - so I'm straight nigga [Baby] I'm on the block with the rocks and the 44 Its hot and we still burn a pound of dro' Million stashed in the trunk or compartment doors A hundred birds stashed in a Bentley four door [Stone] I'm sticking to Tha G-Code - Tees and Bauts Break it up (?) covered in rocks Got a bitch on every exit that's holding my blocks And I drive a (?) but keep my Lexus by my older shops Streets watching - I know that's why I'm on my shit When them people riding with four doors - up my click Showing them off to rookie cops to watch out for me And I know this from crooked cops that get blocks from me [Chorus (Fades to Baby talking)] |
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from Baby - Birdman (2002)
[Baby]
Hey Wassup pimp? Birdman motha fucker! [Baby] + (TQ) The financial adviser of this get money game It's stunna the big money man So loosen up your strings cause you can get shot The Crystal absolute on the rocks (on the rocks) Ey nigga I gotta stay fly money No baseball player I got the a-ride money I go to Jamaica homie and ball like a dog (ball like a dog) The leaf that sticky homie and fog up the car (fog up the car) It's nothing to the icky icky Harlem world sticky sticky Fifty fifty a gram raw cut dilly Got minks on my body cause it cost too much (cost too much) 250 on the bird had to frost me up See these gangstas pimps and thugs make the world go round (gangstas, pimps and thugs) Ride for uptown and till they lay you down Birdman with them big chips with the bird lady and the benzes (benzes) [Chorus: TQ] It's the fly away Fly fly away Or you can hit the highway That's the only way that we do it Love when we do it Fly away, fly away Fly away, fly away Cause we gon get you high today I know you wanna see how we do it You know how we do it Fly away, fly away [Baby] + (TQ) So get your stock up nigga Get our brains rapped right The hood fucked up cause the nigga changed like The birdman daddy keeps the bricks taped tight A hundred of them things got my chips same night Pull up in the Bentley with them skinny ass tires Ice all over cause a nigga so fly (so fly) ? and i'm doing what i'm doing If them clubs gone pop i'm getting straight to em Nothing on chain put them dubs on the thangs Wipe a nigga down bitch give a nigga brains (wipe a nigga down bitch give a nigga brains) Call a nigga changed ma wash a nigga range Bird baby down with them cardier frames Gucci from head to toe and stunna my name Make winter weather and that's my thang I'm iced up nigga smoke pounds of dro And I'm labeled as a pimp and I mack a hoe biatch! [Chorus: TQ] It's the fly away Fly fly away It's the fly away Or you can hit the highway That's the only way that we do it Love when we do it Fly away, fly away Fly away, fly away Cause we gon get you high today I know you wanna see how we do it You know how we do it [Baby] + (TQ) It's the world wide callin' and the boss of the ballin' The hood rich nigga money tall as all The youngers of 20 cheerin' and nobody starvin' Nobody borrowin' cause nobody starvin' Ey ey TQueezy! the dro man callin' Get it in the jar Jeff pense is callin' Buy ounce, buy pound, buy enough for the rounds by mouth Cause ya know how it's going down Dro party with the magnolia chicks Smoke just fly nobody givin' lips They all on the floor cause the brains is flying On the outside it's just them 20 inch tyres Bentley, lexus, lams & vets Them ragtop guccis with the smitt n wess Got the old school caddie's and them new school too Platinum mouth niggaz and them gold mouth too biatch! [chorus: TQ] It's the fly away Fly fly away It's the fly away Or you can hit the highway That's the only way that we do it Love when we do it Fly away, fly away Fly away, fly away Cause we gon get you high today I know you wanna see how we do it You know how we do it Fly away, fly away [voice] The birdman bitch coming to a city near you now how you luv that nigga now I know what this is you know what you need to do? you need to look on the back of your cd cover and get that sticker for the mom burberry g-nites You want to come pick them up? come pick them up on 6 and magnolia and holla at ya boy c-ya? you understand? and we gon holla at ya another time holla! biatch! |
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from Baby - Birdman (2002)
Pretty lady go on do dat dance Pretty lady go on do dat dance (c'mon now, let's go) Sexy momma go on do dat dance Sexy momma go on do dat dance (c'mon now) Make it move for me baby (do you like dat daddy?) Make it jingle for me baby (do you like dat daddy?) Touch it down to the floo' (do you like dat daddy?) Pick it up and let's go (do you like dat daddy?)See I walk through the club wit my Prada on Vallet to da keys cuz tha cars so strong Twenty four whoooo, mami know too Ballas come through tha side doo' wit they crew I went left and Puff went right Plus we had on all that ice I had a bald chick he had one too I had a mink on she had one too Hey Birdman hold up a second You see them ladies over there? Them ladies singing that thing, ladies sing Yeah, I like that there Finish what you were saying I bought tha bar out so he bought tha bar too It ain't nothin to a balla mami do what we do Pimp game wear big rings Birdman drive a red Range Pretty lady go on do dat dance Pretty lady go on do dat dance (c'mon now, let's go) Sexy momma go on do dat dance Sexy momma go on do dat dance (c'mon now, let's go) Pretty lady go on do dat dance Pretty lady go on do dat dance (c'mon now, let's go) Sexy momma go on do dat dance Sexy momma go on do that dance (c'mon now) Make it move for me baby (do you like dat daddy?) Make it jingle for me baby (do you like dat daddy?) Touch it down to the floo' (do you like dat daddy?) Pick it up and let's go (do you like dat daddy?) Make it move for me baby (do you like dat daddy?) Make it jingle for me baby (do you like dat daddy?) Touch it down to the floo' (do you like dat daddy?) Pick it up and let's go (do you like dat daddy?) Now shake it fast, watch yo'self Ma show me what you workin wit twurk dat thang Bounce like dat girl work that thang Make a pimp wanna hurt that thang Stop frontin ma and do dat dance Make yo knees touch ya elbows and do dat dere What you got dere? Bend ova show that tattoo right there Jus shake it, shake it, break it, break it Now look at you momma, oooohh, high cut I see from behind ya, oooohh, she's all that Baby you a designa wit a, coach bag Wit a scarf around it wit a, coach hat Smack it up, slap it up, let me turn it up Til you steam and you scream, I'm burnin up On tha scene I seen her doin the butt Keep doin what your doin to her, let's go I see you lookin at me momma like you could, drop somethin Keep lookin at me momma cause you a, hot somethin Girl shake it around, like you got somethin No playin around momma, stop frontin I see what you doin mami, um hum I like the way you move mami [bird sounds] Me and Diddy could buy you a car, ma Me and Diddy could make you a star, ma See those? Let's go Tell hot get them broads I'll bring 'em to the car show Wipe a pimp down, touch the floo' Bend ova pop it love, show me what'cha know |
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from Baby - Birdman (2002)
(feat. Jazze Pha, TQ)
[Baby] Ladies and Gentlemen, this young man is the author of the book Pimps are people too He is also the president of guns, bitches, and automobiles He also controls all the seafood trade He got, the skrimps, the lobsters, the primes The selmon, the little selmon, the big selmen The sardines, the cardads, and all that Ladies and gentlemen, put your hands together and give a warm welcome To Jay fizzle, my nizzle, fo shizzle (Turn up J. Fizzle's microphone) [Jazze Pha - in backround] Tell me why, why, is it soo That I'm soo-oh, ice cold (ice cold) Tell me why, why, is it soo That I'm soo-oh, ice cold [Verse 1] [Baby] Stunner and T Kizzie, thats so icey Mommy gave me rangs on the back of my bikey I got the mink coat for wifey, wifey Icey icey, my wifey wifey [TQ] They should have named me Dr. Freeze Cause I'm the coldest nigga y'all done seen The day that rap met r&b Got the birdman, Jazze, and me [Baby] Ay, ay, see I'm so icey, my life so cool So so icey, the boys a fool Ice from iceman, I ice my boo Iced all over, from my head to her shoe [TQ] Ice in the mail from Jacob boo I got a million dollar prala seat behind ya too It's million dollar mob thats behind me boo Now watch what the fuck I do (Wipe em down, wipe em down, biatch) [Chorus - Jazze Pha] Tell me why, why, (whyyy) is it soo (is it soo) That I'm soo-oh, ice cold (so ice cold) Tell me why, why, is it soo, (tell me whyyy) soo That I'm soo-oh, ice cold [Verse 2] [Baby] Ay, ay, T Kizzie, r&b round I put ice on my mom, and my sister too It's mister icey icey, in the burgendy coupe [TQ] I'd ice my grand-daddy, if he still was here On the white-wall tires, with them white-wall rims [Baby] The million dollar ice, ice pumped up boots I got ice all over, with the million dollar shoes [TQ] Look at iced up dro back, iced up me Watch #18 as he kill the cit-ty [Baby] Put ice on my benz, on the 20 inch rims And I ice my lens with the burberry tims I got ice on my wrist, too cold to melt Pinky ring, icey icey, in a bird nest [TQ] I'm from the ice clique, we unexplainably rich Whole lot of hits, whole lot of chips C-O the birdman, whole lot of bricks Put it all together, thats a whole lot of shit [Chrous - Jazze Pha] [Verse 3] [Baby] Ay, ay, T Kizzie, big pimpin I got million dollar game, with as fly as freak Princess, bigness, ice on my teeth Round shape, we shape, my shit is a fool I got 15 karats, icey ice my boo [TQ] Went to the corner, you can see me I'm in the ice cold six four, smokin dro Ballin nice and e-z, ss that I bought from fresh With the Cali license plate that read L.A. is best [Baby] Big Wop is iced out, and Ceedi iced out Tiny-toe, big g, my rounds iced out And Exey icey hot, and busy is too We get money, spit ice, and wear gucci suits [TQ] Let me tell you bout what we are, is what we are Ice cold money makin, see ya marra And we gon keep ballin til they close the bar And do the same damn thing tomarra Oh yeah, oh yeah [Chorus - Jazze pha] Fo sho nigga, y'all know who want this ice shit For this game nigga, it ain't no secret See ya morra for life nigga My whole crew shinnin nigga Busy, birdman, third world magnolia, biatch Say T Queezie, your too hot for me pimpin See you stunnin, and you talk enough shit to make a cripple man walk I'm a tell you like this dog See Jimmy you holdin down back there nigga, keep your head up Say Elton, you still one of the hottest niggas out there nigga You aint front at all nigga, keep ya head up, biatch My brothers in this shit ya heard me, biatch, biatch Brrrrrrrrrrrrr, brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr, brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr Birdcall motherfucker, birdcall motherfucker |
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from Baby - Birdman (2002)
(feat. Lil Wayne, Cam'Ron)
[Man talking] Ok, we got the Birdman in the building (the birdman) We got Killa in the building (yeah) We got Young Weezy in the building (Weezy) [Verse 1: Lil' Wayne] Nigga it's, B-M, J-R, Weezy baby Tryna see him, naw, he need to even eighty (shut yo chips up) And, I ain't speakin G's, I'm talkin M And I'm walkin like a pimp in (piiiiiimp) them all street tims Man shorty got more green than a Boston Gems Green (?) , they don't cost in rims Wayne appear, nigga put a walls in ya ear Let ya know a fuckin boss up in here How much it cost for this here? How much it cost for this year? Cuz Me and Stunna bout to buy it Put yo spoons down, Cash Money off the diet I pass in a ride on triot, that's traze But those who was in the days when the teachers was on that pay I'm raise in the cajun cage, with a bit of amazing grace And prone to move coke at a amazing pace Man my daddy super Dave, let's race it Real not have me, B I'ma win it, I'm a champ [Chorus: TQ] In the ghetto life, I'm a ghetto boooooy (ghetto booooooy) Livin in the ghetto me, in the ghe-tto streeeeeets (Somebody tell me what's crackin before) I'm a ghetto life, any second dogg I can blow uuuuuup For ghetto me, and you best to be watchin me Ghetto, ghetto, Ghetto Life [Verse 2: Baby] Aye, aye, holla at me T-Keez, T-Keezy, Birdman, Birdman See I ride in them shake (34's) when I'm pimpin these hoes (beyotch!) It's just that, ([TQ:] Sunshine City!) when I'm smokin that dro When it comes to this ice, real livin his life Get moeny, pimpin hoes, with these ghetto type Nigga check the background, I got O.G. stripe Just a hoodrich nigga flippin birds on a bike Not survive in this world with guns, pahs, and knifes Pour out, a lil' liquor, mami lost her life All my niggas in the penitentiary holdin that life See I'm stunnin for my niggas with this chromed out pipes This swish interry foreign german lifes (beyotch) And I keep this big toolie just protect my ice (holla at me nigga) I act, a damn fool, when I'm full of that white (absolute beyotch) But it's the Birdman daddy with these ghe-tto stripes Ghe-tto hood (Uptown), Ghe-tto pipe (9 Millimeter) Ghe-tto walk (yeah), With my ghe-tto life (Beyotch) [Chorus: TQ] In the ghetto life, I'm a ghetto boooooy (ghetto booooooy) Livin in the ghetto me, in the ghe-tto streeeeeets I'm a ghetto life, any second dogg I can blow uuuuuup For ghetto me, and you best to be watchin meeeee Ghetto, ghetto, I'm a Ghetto Life [Verse 3: Cam'Ron] Uh-huh, Diplomats, man listen Ayyo the duck just born, I need seven more leaders C-Five, Fo'-Fum, and a Seven-Fo' fever (what else) Act up though I let the Fo' fever leave ya (leave ya) Dice game, head crack, Six-Fo' fever (fever) When I'm in L.A., I got Six-Fo' fever (fever) Fever for the flava of a six-foot diva (let 'em know) I told the po to feave her, I'm a bouty crook Out to juuust, not a chef (?) know how to cook With the piece stocks, cook up the rocks Seventh Delenix is hot, I done cook up the block Send glocks to ya block, out done cook up yo sspotss That's how coke for that cook up his watch (what else though?) I'm one of those, that will look up to Pac (why?) Cuz when I get pulled over, cook up the cops (damn, follow what) All they say is, look at his drop (what else?) Hand on my liscence, look at his watch (fuck em) But, thug shit dogg, we down with Baby (baby) We come through clownin baby (baby) And if we, surrounded babies, ducktape the kids to the wall Then shoot circle all around the baby, Killa! [Chorus: TQ] In the ghetto life, I'm a ghetto boooooy (ghetto booooooy) Livin in the ghetto me, in the ghe-tto streeeeeets I'm a ghetto life, any second dogg I can blow uuuuuup For ghetto me, and you best to be watchin meeeee Ghetto, ghetto, In a Ghetto Life [Cam'Ron talking] It's nothin man, Killa! Diplomats, Cash Money Baby, holla! Jim Jones, Santana, what's good, Roc-a-Fella (brrrrrrrrr-brrrrrrrr!) [Man talking] Birdman Fly, to hood near you Then they got 'em cheap (whoo!) (Yeah, ya know, ya know) Get that call out one more time (brrrrrrrr-brrrrrrrrr!) [3x] [beat fades] |
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from Baby - Birdman (2002)
Mannie: Girl there he go again and when he stop they spin
Jazze: Ain't that them stop and goes? Mannie: Yeah that's them spinnin' rims Jazze: And what them thangs they cost? Mannie: I think they 'bout a house Jazze: Now all you other wheels are played out (They keep spinnin') [Petey Pablo] Now girl believe me I'm coming as fast as I can Rims spinnin' like "rooaaaww" like I'm a North Carolina man Well I can do the do's on deuce 22's So make a mother fucker bowl move I'm sitting there holding wait a minute [T.I.] We in Atlanta, pimpin', ballin' Every seven days is ballin' Chevys Seven-four is Escalades on spinnin' blades ? they sho is great Hey Mannie tell these niggaz how to hold these shoes When the car been parked and the rims keep movin' (They keep spinnin') [Mikkey] Now in Chi-Town Rims picking up every block I drive down And on my lap that Desert weighing 'bout five pounds Now don't be playing cause I'm spraying 'bout five rounds (Gun shots) Get down (They keep spinnin') [Stone] You see that Lexus coupe? That Benz without the roof? That Cadillac on 25's with skinny tires that's baby blue They on them stop and goes Them girls like "Watch him go" Spinnin' chrome with this Killer Stone Out the Magnolia with a Diablo (They keep spinnin') [Chorus 2x] [Mannie Fresh] When I get my money baby Gotta get that big Mercedes Believe me, when you see me Its gone be filled up with ladies This here is serious stuntin' And when them brakes is pumping CLICK ABOVE TO VISIT OUR SPONSORS I done caused wreck, gotta catch my breath cause (They keep spinnin') [Baby] You want this money baby Them there is buttons baby I put that mink on your body you the Bird Lady Bur Berry furs crazy I spent about 80 Birdman and them thangs (They keep spinnin') [TQ] Mine keep spinnin', dippin' Dabbin', slidin', California ridin' I rock for LA I rock for Compton and Watts And my rims keep spinnin' every time I stop [Baby] You see my red Lex I mean my read Vette In my red Benz ? flew up in my liter jet I mean my red Beamer ? its with that new (?) Steering wheel in the middle (They keep spinnin') [Chorus 2x] [Wolf] In that H-Town heads turning Every corner that I come around Hoping niggaz grin, cause they love the sound Of them big boys swishing Them diamonds I stop and go Sometimes I stop and listen [Bizzy] Its big pimpin' baby It ain't no sippin' baby I'm in that new thang sitting on them Sprewell Racings So when I stop they flow So nigga watch your hoe I'm at the red light but (They keep spinnin') [Gilly] Its Gilly nigga This Philly nigga I push way back with the milli trigga My rock are froze - I stop and pose Your bitch all over my stop and goes They keep on spinnin' and them hoes keep on grinnin' But when my car stop my rims (They keep spinnin') [Mannie Fresh talking] All right everybody look at your watch right now And pay attention to the seconds I'm 'bout to pull up to the red light I'm 'bout to stop And we gone see how long they gone spin (They keep spinnin') |
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from Drag-On - Hell And Back (2004)
(feat. Baby, TQ)
[Drag-On] They stepped up Bronx City You know they gonna get dirty You rap niggas fuck around and get very early Fuckin with that firemen and that birdy birdy Nigga knock it off What you know about the ?? when top cut off Everybody wanna talk about they got guns But them niggas don't pop it off We been shootin, fightin, robbin Niggas have been stabbin We them paralized niggas And left them handicappin Yo want some Cash Money It's gon be a Ruff Ryde We see that star muffin ?? tears on baby's eyes So when you see us comin Nigga get the runnin We treat the hood like the woods We do some nigga huntin Cause ya niggas ain't black or something I let em fly, I dare to God Took ya niggas ?? Hop on the jet on to Red Island Don't forget this is the Dirty Dirty Drag-On and not Birdy Birdy They niggas ?? pussy ?? I burn a whole in your throwback jersey You don't fuck when I shot it Everybody tryna divide us Keep them fake niggas from around us Muthafuckin nigga! [TQ] I'm a ryder I live life high I'm guaranteed to turn heads When I ride by I'm a ryder I'm so fly My dogs ride by Them hatas wanna cry I'm a ryder I'm bout mine I hustle to the sun come up And don't mind I'm a ryder Smoke the good dro Carry the 4 4's ?? my door I'm a ryder [Baby] I say this pimpin is natural Cadillac is fabulous Boy, I never ride natural Boy, I never ride ?? ?Keith? say gangsta Lexus with the new tankers It's me and Drag Hit lick for a 100 stacks New whips, they all new Cadillaccers Fish, french fries Brand new Benz with them wires getting ?tied? No ends I hustle till I reach the sky With no friends I learned that in '99 Walk, talk, and I talk like I walk Out of line meet that white ?shark? Biatch! Fully equiped It's the Birdman nigga Tryna hustle on some big chips Bricks, stash Birdman nigga tryna come up on alotta cash Biatch! [TQ] I'm a ryder I live life high I'm guaranteed to turn heads When I ride by I'm a ryder I'm so fly My dogs ride by Them hatas wanna cry I'm a ryder I'm bout mine I hustle to the sun come up And don't mind I'm a ryder Smoke the good dro Carry the 4 4's ?? my door I'm a ryder [Drag-On] What ya niggas just say To every word I say Niggas left me flipted But I came back anyway I've been gone for 3 years But I'm gon always be here I don't need ya niggas I'ma treat ya niggas Fuck ya with ya niggas Don't hear me And ya niggas don't feel me Niggas let me know Cause motherfucker like when I blow I don't want ya niggas near me I can spit flows faster faster then slow the shit down ?? on ya'll but nothing like whoa Who's the shit now See the difference between me and ya'll Is that my album's hot and your album's not I done been gettin movie deals I done been gettin paid like Vinzel I done been by ?? And five double o's And 1 2's spinning like a windmill Do your body ?? Uh uh, ?? sell 10 mills Lil rich son of a bastard Is ?? get killed When I'm sitting on a house on the hills Stuck with this god damn e pills Me and Baby, that's my nigga and TQ, I see ya And I'm Drag to the ?Dash on? Nigga I'ma always be a [TQ] I'm a ryder I live life high I'm guaranteed to turn heads When I ride by I'm a ryder I'm so fly My dogs ride by Them hatas wanna cry I'm a ryder I'm bout mine I hustle to the sun come up And don't mind I'm a ryder Smoke the good dro Carry the 4 4's ?? my door I'm a ryder I'm a ryder I'm a ryder I'm a ryder I'm a ryder |
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from Bow Wow - Let's Get Down [single] (2005)
Huh... here i go y'all
ok what is in () is what is being said in tha back ground... Some of the words i don't know and if you do please tell me Let's get down [Baby:] Birdman! (lady's and gentlemen) mm-huh! Jazzy Fizzle product-shizzle my nizzle. oh boy! wit lil bow wizzle (bow wizzle) Ay...ay, I see you wit shorty huh. Take her to tha mall pimp! (ah-huh) [Bow Wow:] Okay! [Baby:] show me how lil man roll! (ooowwee!) [Bow Wow:] I know this chick named Nichole They call her boochie didn't wanna shop nowhere but Gucci (but gucci) And Burberry and Proda was her style (ok) I'm tryin to tell yall that shorty could get down (uh-wow) Conversations Amazing In my 4, shorty's in heavy rotation (4-sho) Thinkin to myself like, this is the one Broke her down, told shorty how to do this hun! (4-sho) Neva gave her tha cold shoulda' if she's in the benz, I let her take ova' the Rova (vrrm-Vrrm!) Then it's off to the movies, tell her i'm like austin, Let's get Groovyyyy! From tha movies to tha crib Git her (?) for ya heard that's what I did, And! (ok) I'll find me another one more interesting, more fun Tha man has just begun! [Chorus] [BOW:] It's really, really nice to meet cha' ma (what's hap'nin) I'm really,really diggin yo style (yo style) Say you wanna go chill wit a balla huh (bow weezy Baby!) Let's get Down! [Girl:] it's really, really nice to meet ya boy ya know i'm really feelin yo style ya know i wanna chill with a balla so Lets get down! [Baby:] Ay! I see what cha doin' lil bow wow (uh-huh) Ya had a date. Ya did that. Now I want you to go world wide with it. East coast, westcoast, mid-west, and down bound. [Bow Wow:] I know this girl named Cindi (ok) loves to rock Fendi (wow) when she leaves the mall the stores is all empty Eastcoast, Newyork, my up town chic (wow) I see her when i cruiz the park and 106 (holla) Next...Her name is Ra'nette (ghetto chic) she lives on the west side i hit the L.A.X (ok) I'm so impressed by the way that she dress (she got gear) She walks like a model, the girl is so fresh (so fresh) I got a few of them, here's what I do to them (what chu' do?) take 'um out, try to teach somethin new to them (hah-ok) It's no thang, when you heavy in the game I got anotha' one who loves th mid-west swang! (st, loi-e) She's from the show-men state So i showed her my 'b' and my quater to eight, hey! (do yo thang) I know you cought on late but that's 7:45 Now shorty,now let's ride Hop in the wip! [Chorus] [Baby:] Ay! now i'm about to test ya' p's lil bow wow. (uh-huh) See lil one ova' there. She bout 25, and she been lookin at cha'. Pull ova' there in ya ride on 22's and bust her out! [Bow Wow:] I know this girl named keisha she's no groupi be far from the stars 22's made her choose me. like oowwee! tellin' all her friends in the benz 'he don't really look 16 do he?' 112, youngest thing on tha scene couldn't believe when i seen how she sqeezed in them jeans looks like a tight situation make a young man make flight reservations just step, no intimidations i'm bow wow boo accept no imitations should have seen tha looks on they faces the Ice plus light, makes for good converation you tellin me it's a felony, to yell at me I blew her mind she was dazed momentarily but luckily she stayed for some theropy I stay pimpin heavily my game spittin therolly (ha ha ha) [Chorus] Sha-ty (shorty) ya lookin fly boy. sertified. Ya went platnum. Round tha world coast to coast. Ya good wit me. ya get a stunna Certification. R.R.A.A. ya good playa. lil bow weezy. it's yo turn shine baby (shine baby boy) do you lil daddy. (do U) Bow weezy baby!...... Live it up bird call baby! Sha-ty (shorty) 5ft pimpin' boy. ya good wit me lil one. let's roll! |
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