Gator boots with the pimped out Gucci suits (With the Gucci suits) Ain't got no job, but I stay sharp (Ehh-Ehh Ehh-Ehh, I stay sharp) Can't pay my rent, cause all my money's spent (I can't pay my rent) But that's okay, cause I'm Still Fly (Uh, Uh, Damn! Cause I'm so fly)
Got a quarter tank of gas - in my new E class (In my E-Class Benz) Cause that's alright, cause I'm gon' ride (Hmm-Mmm) Got everythang - in my momma name (We got everythang, in my momma name) But I'm Hood Rich - dadah-dadah da-dah da-dah da-dah (Uh-Huh!)
Get your car *cuh-ck-cuh-cuh* car play gems gone shine Instead momma get a bling - baby girl let's ride (Let's Ride) You a number one stunna, and we gon' glide and go straight to the mall and tear down the inside Do that Prada, Gucci, full length leather Bourbon's cool or Coogi sweater (Sweater) Twenty-inches pop my feather The Birdman daddy I fly in any weather Alligator seats with the head in the inside Swine on the dash, G-wagon is So Fly Number one don't tangle and twist it When it come to these cars I am that nigga The *cuh-ck-cuh-cuh* Coogi with the matchin interior Three wheel ride with the tire in the middle It's Fresh and Stunner and we like brothas We shine like paint daddy - it's our Summer
Gator boots with the pimped out Gucci suits Ain't got no job, but I stay sharp Can't pay my rent, cause all my money's spent But that's okay, cause I'm Still Fly
Got a quarter tank of gas - in my new E class But that's alright, cause I'm gon' ride Got everythang - in my momma name But I'm Hood Rich - dadah-dadah da-dah da-dah da-dah
Have you ever seen a crocodile seats in the truck Turn around sit it down and let 'em bite your butt See the steeling is Fendi, dashboard Armani With your baby momma - player, is where you can find me? Cruisin through the parking lot on twenty fours (Coming Through The Hood On 'Em Twenty Fo's) Cadillac Esclade with the chromed out nose With an navigation arrow headed straight to your spot Where your wife really love me cause the sex is so hot Put the Caddy up, start the three wheel Benz (Skiiiiiirt!) Hyper white lights, ultra Violet lens Suma-tuma tires and they gotta be run flat TV with a horn goin (UH UHHH) "Boy can you top that?" I'ma show you some shit - rookie press that button The trunk went (Ehh-Ehh) and all of a sudden Four fifteen's - didn't see no wires And then I heard (Boom!) from the amplifiers
Gator boots with the pimped out Gucci suits Ain't got no job, but I stay sharp Can't pay my rent, cause all my money's spent But that's okay, cause I'm Still Fly
Got a quarter tank of gas - in my new E class But that's alright, cause I'm gon' ride Got everythang - in my momma name But I'm Hood Rich - dadah-dadah da-dah da-dah da-dah
(ay, ay, ay, ay) Lemme slide in the Benz (Shit!) with the fished out fins Prowler an loud pipes - Drinkin the Henn' It's the Birdie-Birdie Man - I'll do it again In a Cadillac Trucks twenty fo's with tints
Looking at my Gucci - it's about that time Six bad broads flying in that nine New Suburban Truck with the porno showing Up and down {*orgasm*} and up they go and..
Bodies on the Roadster - Lexus you know what? That hard-top beamer (ay, ay) yo Ma', that's your truck I come in up the hood and Lovely New shoes on the whip and I wake up to Bubbly (Bubbly)
Four-thirty Lex with the convertable top And the rims keeps spinning everytime I stop Got a superman Benz that I scored from Shaq With a ol' school Caddy with a "diamond in the back"
(Mannie Fresh) My phone went ring bout a quarter to four Its Kevin's old bitch sayin open the door She said Tracey told Lisa that you put it on her And Lisa told Gwynn that you wanted to bone her See the pussy is incredible the mouth is a fool I brought a friend, you know Gwynn can you make her say ohhhhhh If ya fuck me, Baby, Stone, Mikkey, and Lac Freckle Face Bobby, me again, then Jack I need it twice I'm nothin' nice when I'm slangin the dick And I like it when you dikin with the whole damn clique This is a day in the life of a Big Tymer yall Get the money, get the bitches, get the weed lets ball Next time you chillin just kissin ya chick That funny taste in her mouth might be my dick To the bitches in the hood this is where ya find a Dick slangin, pickle hangin anaconda
Ssssssssss Ohhhhhh ohhhhhh Hot hot Ohhhhhh ohhhh
(Baby) I slap hoes, Mack ride on O's I done gon '82 slant back el do's I'm a dawg about my money, G about this game I love pretty women and I do the damn thang I shine like penitentiary floors But not just me homie its every nigga I know It's a 808 nigga, cook and shake nigga Beats make money and Mannie Fresh made this cake nigga Suga Slim let these leeches off my neck Sayen Stunna slow down and hold your best You gave yo best shot and you still gon' lose While we ride new whips on 22's You a pussy mutha fucker shoulda been cutting y'all lose I knew it wasn't in ya, I knew you wasn't true I'm a G from the heart got it tattoed on my brain
Wont back up on ya stunnin'? Aint neva gon change
Ohhhh ohhhhh Hot hot Ohhhh ohhhh
(Mannie Fresh) Bitch I took your Regal without the desert eagle Yall don't want beef with me and my people How could y'all say y'all was hot niggas Frozen cup, orange duck, fake ass figgas Together we stand so I got a new crew If y'all feel fuck me then fuck y'all to Yall got guns, we got missiles Clear whole blocks burn niggas to gristles
(Baby) I'm Stunna ak you know who I am The Birdman 3-peat with my dick in my hands I ride big whips, tired of talken bout this shit I watched jive niggas turn ta snitch Runnin' round talken CMB eat a dick If it wasn't for me y'all niggas wouldn't be shit I'm a gangsta nigga I stand my own ground Mutha fucka I run Uptown
Ohhhhhhh ohhhhhh Hot hot Hot hot Hot hot
We drop it like its hot I put my ice on it I put my life on it I put my wife on it We drop it like its hot I put the 3rd on it I put my word on it Bet 100 birds on it We drop it like its hot Hood rat put a fur on it 2 double X 2 with the purr on it We drop it like its hot We Big Tymers we spit game Nigga we aint rhymers We drop it like its hot We drop it like its hot I put my ice on it I put my life on it I put my wife on it We drop it like its hot I put the 3rd on it I put my word on it Bet 100 birds on it We drop it like its hot
(Mannie Fresh (Verse 1)) Who rock *shit* that you never seen befo'? The Jordans go to me, then Mike, then the sto'. Two-way beepers.. with built in speakers. Three inch woofers.. one inch tweeters. The one and only.. Mac-like-roni, Shive-like-Rob, *bitch* and Pretty-like-Tony, Trucks.. big leather rotatin' beds. ((MEOWW!)) Siberian tiger spreads. They call me "Emmit" cause I only ride twenty two's, Emmit Smith, number "22".. Get it dude? Smoke so much, body smell like... weed. If I got cut Cristal is what I'd bleed. Got money? Then *bitch* come early. Got a Benz, come out in 2030. Cartier frames that make me look nerdy... Now who's the baller now WHARDIE???
(Lac (Chorus 2x)) Go-on hate me.. You can't break me. Used'to ride new *shit*, but not none lately. Wha'sup *nigga?* Still ride old schools? '84 Cutlass with the European lights fool.
(Baby (Verse 2)) Give me a "dove", and watch how I flip the *bitch*.. One, two, three, four, five slick. Uno.. dos'e... Bentley's and Rover's, Jag's, Hummer's, Rag's... it's over! Put the kit up, *nigga*, let's break it down. Hit the curb, bust the tires, I'm *fucked* up now. Whip my wheel.. twenty inches. Catch my thrills.. I been pimpin. Look, I ice my life.. *Fuck* what's right! Twenty on the four-wheel.. fit it tight. Do..nuts...in a truck. Corvette lights.. on a pickup. Baby girl on the bus.... jump off! Step on Ealton and Cleave.... break off! Bentleys on Gold D's... *Niggas* say I'm trippin' but ya'll *niggas* gon' let me be me. Whodi! Let me live this life.. Whodi! I done earned my stripes.. I'm Gold'ie! I'm a pimp for life.. I'm Platinum! Let me shoot the dice..
(Lac (Chorus 2x))
(Stone (Verse 3)) Look... I push a kitted, tinted Lex. Steering wheel on the right. Bubble-eye, eggshell, with the extra pipes. Rich *nigga*, I got money to buy extra life. Now I'm mind'ed to be in hell to try to make me trife. So it's my life to live with three strikes on me? With a .4-5 in my six to keep the lights off me. Like I'm a seven-figure *nigga* draped ice, homie. And for eight or nine years, Ten been the price for a key..
(Verse Four: Lac) I got some *shit*.. Why not stunt? This is much bigger then broke *niggas* with gold fronts, Big rocks in my watch like 'Montz.. Got quarters on my trucks, and a hatch full'uh Punch. Got a Bentley and a Jag, *nigga*... With some twenty-inch Mag, *nigga*... License plate say "Bad *Nigga*".. Got a new bike, chromed and stretched. Got a 50 for my son that I love to death...
(Manny Fresh) Yeah, mmm hmmm This one goes out to all the pretty young ladies out there in pretty young lady land mmm hmmm see what I'm sayin I want you to just peep over your shoulders hunny... ya see
(Manny Fresh) Now lets get it understood (Oh Yeah) That I'm treat her real good (Oh Yeah) And I'm a love her all my life (Oh Yeah) And keep her flooded with ice (Oh Yeah) Now just take my hand (Oh Yeah) You'se my woman I'm your man (Oh Yeah) Now you the one that I done chose (Oh Yeah) And I don't love them other hoes (Oh Yeah) Now make them niggas understand (Oh Yeah) You already got a man (Oh Yeah) You need a player that's strong (Oh Yeah) And that'll never do you wrong (Oh Yeah) And if them boys try to touch (Oh Yeah) You should kick them in the nuts (Oh Yeah) Cause them tittys just right (Oh Yeah) Make a player wanna bite (Oh Yeah) Cause I'm your one and only lover (Oh Yeah) And we don' have to use a rubber (Oh Yeah) Now look what we done did (Oh yeah) Messed around and had some kids (Oh Yeah)
(Chorus) DADDIE...You make me feel like a star Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah DADDIE... Can I get the keys to the car? Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah You rollin' with me, I'm rollin with you DADDIE it's what ever you wanna do You rollin' with me, I'm rollin with you DADDIE it's what ever you wanna do You rollin' with me, I'm rollin with you DADDIE it's what ever you wanna do You rollin' with me, I'm rollin with you DADDIE it's what ever you wanna do
(Baby) (Ey, Ey, Ey) I got swine on the seats (Oh Yeah) 24's on the fleet (Oh Yeah) (Lil Ones) Lets thump in my ride (Oh Yeah) And mommy stay fly (Oh Yeah) Boy I'm the neighborhood king (Oh Yeah) Y'all know it I'm the car show king (Oh Yeah) I mean I say ya love my style (Oh Yeah) I throw partys buck wild (Oh Yeah) Daddy I'm the number 1 stunna (Oh Yeah) And I shine every summa (Oh Yeah) Boy know I have to change my paint (Oh Yeah) Cuz that stock shit stank (Oh Yeah) Ey,Ey, Re-do the inside (Oh Yeah) 25 inch rims an' tires (Oh Yeah) I keep them strapped and shy (Oh Yeah) New Benz cause mommy so fly (Oh Yeah)
(Chorus) DADDIE...You make me feel like a star Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah DADDIE... Can I get the keys to the car? Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah You rollin' with me, I'm rollin with you DADDIE it's what ever you wanna do You rollin' with me, I'm rollin with you DADDIE it's what ever you wanna do You rollin' with me, I'm rollin with you (Big Tymers, Boo and Gotti alright?) DADDIE it's what ever you wanna do You rollin' with me, I'm rollin with you (hello, shy-town) DADDIE it's what ever you wanna do
(Gotti) Dude if it's blue it get copped (Oh Yeah) From the drops to the watch to the rocks (Oh Yeah) Whoa that glock gettin hot (Oh Yeah) Got dough so I'm coppin that yaht (Oh Yeah) Now I'm frozen like and ice box (Oh Yeah) Brotha Jacks and the Jordan, Mike hot (Oh Yeah) And I'm still street my pop (Oh Yeah) If I'm ever in a tight spot (Oh Yeah)
(Boo) Yeah I'm rollin with the flyers (Oh Yeah) Just back seat ridin' (Oh Yeah) You know biggie d drivin' (Oh Yeah) Wit two freaks inside it (Oh Yeah) So we with the Big Tymers (Oh Yeah) You betta' warn your baby momma'(Oh Yeah) Cause Boo and Gotti causin' problems (Oh Yeah) So Just back up off us (Oh Yeah) (Chorus until fade)
Gator boots with the pimped out Gucci suits (With the Gucci suits) Ain't got no job but I stay suave (Ehh, ehh, ehh, ehh, I stay suave)
Can't pay my rent 'cuz all my money's spent (I can't pay my rent) But that's okay 'cuz I'm Still Fly (Uh, uh, damn, 'cuz I'm so fly)
Got a quarter tank of gas in my new E class (In my E-Class Benz) But that's alright 'cuz I'm gon' ride (Mmm, hmm)
Got everythang in my momma name (We got everythang in my momma name) But I'm Hood Rich, dadah, dadah, da-dah, da-dah, da-dah (Uh, huh)
Get your K, uh, K, uh, car, play gems gone shine And tell momma get a mink, baby girl let's ride (Let's ride) You a number one stunna and we gon' glide And go straight to the mall and tear down the inside Do that Prada, Gucci, full length leather Bourbon's cool or Coogi sweater (Sweater) Twenty-inches pop my feather
The Birdman daddy I fly in any weather Alligator seats with the head in the inside Swine on the dash, G-wagon is So Fly Number one don't tangle and twist it When it come to these cars I am that nigga The K, uh, K, uh, Coogi with the matchin' interior Three wheel ride with the tire in the middle It's Fresh and Stunna and we like brothers We shine like paint daddy, it's our summer
Gator boots with the pimped out Gucci suits Ain't got no job but I stay sharp Can't pay my rent 'cuz all my money's spent But that's okay 'cuz I'm Still Fly
Got a quarter tank of gas in my new E class But that's alright 'cuz I'm gon' ride Got everythang in my momma name But I'm Hood Rich, dadah, dadah, da-dah, da-dah, da-dah
Have you ever seen a crocodile seats in the truck Turn around, sit it down and let 'em bite your butt See the steering wheel is Fendi, dashboard Armani With your baby momma, player, is where you can find me? Cruisin' through the parking lot on twenty fours (Coming through the hood on 'em twenty fo's) Cadillac Escalade with the chromed out nose
With an navigation arrow headed straight to your spot Where your wife really love me 'cuz the sex is so hot Put the Caddy up, start the three wheel Benz (Skirt) Hyper white lights, ultra-violet lens Suma-tuma tires and they gotta be run flat TV where the horn go, "Boy can you top that?" (Uh, uhh)
I'ma show you some shit, rookie press that button The trunk went and all of a sudden (Ehh, ehh) Four fifteen's didn't see no wires And then I heard from the amplifiers (Boom)
Gator boots with the pimped out Gucci suits Ain't got no job but I stay sharp Can't pay my rent 'cuz all my money's spent But that's okay 'cuz I'm Still Fly
Got a quarter tank of gas in my new E class But that's alright 'cuz I'm gon' ride Got everythang in my momma name But I'm Hood Rich, dadah, dadah, da-dah, da-dah, da-dah
(Ay, ay, ay, ay) Lemme slide in the Benz with the fished out fins (Shit) Impala loud pipes drinkin the Henn' It's the Birdie-Birdie Man, I'll do it again In a Cadillac truck 24's with 10's
Looking at my Gucci, it's about that time Six bad broads flying in at nine New Suburban Truck with the porno showing Up and down and up they go and
Bodies on the Roadster, Lexus you know what? That hard-top beamer, yo Ma', that's your truck (Ay, ay) I'm comin' up, the hood been lovely New shoes on the whip and I wake up to bubbly (Bubbly)
Four-thirty Lex with the convertable top And the rims keeps spinning every time I stop Got a superman Benz that I scored from Shaq With a ol' school Caddy with a "Diamond in the back"
Gator boots with the pimped out Gucci suits Ain't got no job but I stay sharp Can't pay my rent 'cuz all my money's spent But that's okay 'cuz I'm Still Fly
Got a quarter tank of gas in my new E class But that's alright 'cuz I'm gon' ride Got everythang in my momma name But I'm Hood Rich, dadah, dadah, da-dah, da-dah, da-dah
(Chorus: T.Q.) Just like a sunny day, I'm gon' shine You betta cover yo face, or you'll be blind Oh big shiny blades, that's how I ride Just like a sunny day, watch me shine
(Baby) Hey, eh, uhn-uhn-ah, uhn-uhn-ah hold on, ro, huh You see them chrome on dem whodi? Oooh-wee, bad mother fucker, chrome pipes, and chromed out mufflers Paint my cars, and dip these rods Re-do the inside, cuz stunna gon' ball Shine my teets, when I hit these streets Call hot boy Elvin, to slide me a piece Slipped it girl, fed her some gas I buh-a burn, I buh-a, buh-a burn ya ass Brawlers, bars, and marble's garage Minks on the floor, with them platinum toys Its 500 degrees, its hot as fuck (uh uh-a, uh uh-a) Believe me boy, my shit iced up I stay one way, I play every day Its February 15th, stunna holiday
(Mannie Fresh) Now if you believe, like I believe We can get to the mountain top We can achieve what Martin was talkin bout Whats all the barkin bout? I'm a man playa, on my two feet, thats how I'm walking out Alot of these chumps niggas say I just bling too much But alot of yall ain't doing nothing, y'all just dream too much And all of y'all niggas ain't coming up to nuttin but a big ole zero And in case you didn't know nigga, I'm the hood hero
(Chorus)
(Gotti) Its like a sunny day, plus I'm getting money today With no funny play, cuz I got the gun at my waist And like stunna say, feeling like a hunter today Million, mommy fine, but she got bumps in her face But it ain't nothing but a G thang baby So I'ma hit it in the back of my Mercedes We on dubs, its all love, this shit crazy And Cash Money is the label that made me
(Mikkey - overlapping last verse) Mikkey take em church, its on you what you take from this verse We like a cedar, we just straight from the dirt So its in us, we stuck, like its in us to cock..that..thang..back..and dump Please, you don't want it wit us Now they say money makes the world go round But for the right price, Stunna said yo girl done with the opposite of up More than music this is rap hustlin This is money mackin and publishin Death before struggling, thats shine daddy
(Intro) Man: Ladies and gentlemen, see its like Hello, Hello, Hello Woman: Hello Hello Man: See baby Hello, Hello, Hello Woman: Hello, Hello
(Verse 1) Man: Now I been trying to fuck with you since 7th grade Woman: But I didn't want to fuck with you, cause you wasn't paid Man: By the time I got to tenth grade baby I was pushing dimes Woman: And who would ever think you would get paid off for saying rhymes Man: Now I fucked you and your sister too Woman: My auntie and my cousin Boo Man: But I think I should let you go Woman: Tell me, why you don't love me no more
(Conversation between man and woman. Arguing)
(Verse 2) Woman: You got a lot money now you think your shit don't smell Man: But you wouldn't accept my calls when I went to jail Woman: Now I been waiting for you everyday Man: But I here messy shit from niggas around the way Woman: Now I kept the pussy on lock till u got out Man: But what about the freaky shit that you done with your mouth Woman: nigga I hate your guts, boy you ain't shit Man: well I feel the same way about you stankass scandless bitch
(I'M COMIN') LIKE A RELIC IN A PICK UP TRUCK (BASS HUMMIN') 15'S IN THE AH (STILL RUNNIN') LIKE A ENERGIZER BUNNY BRU (HOOD PLUMMIN') LAY A BIG DICK DOWN TO HU (YO WOMAN) SKRIPPER COMIN' DOWN ON THA POLE (SHOW SOMETHIN') BIG TIDDIES AND THE ASSHOLE (DRUMS DRUMMIN') OUT THE ESCALADE ON 24'S....YEA, OH-OH
(1ST VERSE) SHE GOT IT GOES NUMBER ONE FLICKER NIGGA BACK ON IT 2003 CADI WITH THAT BURBURY RAG ON IT IT'S MINK ON THE FLOOR THE SEATS IS OSTRICH WHAT ELSE CAN I SAY FAMILY WE SOME MONSTERS IT'S CASH MONEY YOU KNOW WE THE BOSS OF THIS HOOD SHIT,FLOSSIN THIS HOOD BITCH,SHOTS IN THIS HOOD QUICK IT'S BIG TIMIN' MAN PUT THEM LIL RIDES UP WE 600 RIPPERS PUT THEM LIL 5'S UP (2ND VERSE) IT'S CASH MONEY WE AINT DUCKIN AND DODGIN,WE BUSTIN AND RIDIN CADI TRUCK AND THEM PROWLER WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU HOLLERIN BENZ LACS AND BEAMERS WITH DIME BITCHES WITH ASS AS FAT AS TRINA'S...WHOA I GOT MY FOUR TUCKED ME I'M OUT FOR MORE BUCKS
oh when oh when oh when are u gonna gimme some hey ma hey ma hey ma when are u gonna stop actin dumb
oh when oh when oh when are u gonna gimme some hey ma hey ma hey ma when are u gonna stop actin dumb
u told me that we was goin to the tele and i told u when i pull up be ready now u said u can't find noone to watch your kids but i think u just scared cuz u don't want me to hit
are u gonna gimme some
(Barewolf)
whats wrong what happened, u told me it was crackin i got my profalatics, and why u trippen on me i'm tired of playin games, its been a couple of weeks hey ma i'm feelin u, u said u feelin me i just can't understand why we can't get our love on girl i won't hit and quit i won't treat u wrong lets go to the mo tonight and lets sip a little mo tonight girl don't say no tonight u need to gimme some
(Manny)
Its 2002, what u gon do ya high in the air so let lil daddy come thru i been hangin wit cha shorty fo 1 whole week i'm tryin to pressure ya its time to freak now i been holdin it and u been holdin out so won't u be a nice girl and put it in your mouf what thangs done changed why u actin strange u lettin that other nigga get in your brains life is like a movie baby stick to the script i'm dirt dickle and its time to hit I ain't tryin take ya man place, he's alright I'm just tryin ta stick ya baby just one night what i gotta buy somethin just fo ya to try somethin yea i let cha get somethin just to let me hit somethin Now i know you alone when he don't come home pick up the phone now i give you da bone put the kids asleep then we can creep I been waitin to see ya naked baby on whole week time fo you to give it up let a nigga hit it up take it off and spit it up swallow don't spit it up
(chorus)
(baby)
Now i been fucking wit u fo far too long and if i don't hit tonight i know somthins wrong you been duggin fo diamonds runnin scared like you committed a crime and i'm the bail you a poor motha fucka over da phone but a scary motha fucka when its time to get it on you be sayin freaky shit really turnin me on like you slob or spit al over the dick and you be braggin about hoe them nigga is formed but the words thats out i'm seriously home right now i'm ready cuz i'm full of that juice i'm ready to get in the bed and knock somethin lose and after that the balls in your court we can leave it alone or we can go back and forth but first thangs first i'ma admit I'm tear yo ass up when you let me hit
[Baby] You know Do it big nigga If you don't do nothing do it big, fuck it Ain't like your stupid ass gonna live twice Ball like a dawg, nigga fuck it If you doin it small do it big, know what I'm sayin' Hey Fresh, what's happenin' with you partna
[Manny Fresh] Big stars, Big cars Big shows, Big hoes, Big drawers Big drama with baby mamma Get her wheels, pay her bills, Big Tymer Big titties, Big cities Dike bitches that love eatin' kitties
[Baby] Big whips with Big clips Big everything round here, Big dicks Real niggas, Big niggas Fuck with us, man, we kill niggas Big rocks, cooking pots Crack in a oven, hustlin, don't stop
[Manny Fresh] Big screens, we feens Fuck it, buy NFL teams Big pieces, Big caprices Fuck cousins and even nieces Big bank, Big rank A lot of vodka wit puffers, Big drink
[Baby] Big pimpin', with no sippin' Hard on hoes, so bitch keep limpin' Big trucks, with Big guts Chromed pipes, we carry Big nuts Big shows, car shows I'll be there in the winter, fo sho
[Manny Fresh] Big seats, Big trucks Gotta have space for Big nuts Big love, on dubs My shit will bang in clubs Big gut, so what (she ain't a dime bitch) I don't really give a fuck
[Baby] This is for all my niggas We gon' ride uptown on this one Big G in a capri Mac in a clip and sittin' on a C Big me, Big Seato, Big Elton, Big Tanto We runnin' streets Big whop, with Big glocks Bitch ass fillin' Clarol don't stop
[Manny Fresh] This week, Big freak Can't talk cause she gots splash in her teeth Big rims, Big rubbers Big dicks, Big chicks, my lovers Big hot, You're not WWW.BIGCOCK
[Baby] Big flakes, with Big capes Fuck it, fuck a police chase I'm Big Tymin Big lines Number 1 stunna daddy it's my time Big chips, with no dips I ain't gonna lie the bitch got Big lips
Yeah, yeah, yeah, ohhhhh Nah just kidding, ha....ha...ha Ay! ay ay ay! Welcome to the side of the world where we just do What the fuck we want to And smoke how we wanna smoke And fly Up above the sky Fly with me as I go around the world Boys and girls, here it is
(Chorus) Well I'ma smoke (I'm gon' smoke) Until I choke (until I choke) And I'ma drank (I'ma shole drank) Until I can't (until I can't)
See I'ma smoke (yes I'ma smoke) Until I choke (until I choke) And I'ma dra-a-ank (I'ma drank) Until I can't (until I can't) oh oh Oh ye-heah
(Baby) Smokin hydro-phonic and I'm high as a kite Sippin on some crissy on a Saturday night Mind on my money and my money on my mind and i got Freaks at the teley ready to, do a nigga all day all night Drinkin on a bottle of that seriousness Tell that bitch that you wit to mind her bizz-a-ness Cause she'll be under the spreads Givin me head in a Holiday Inn Under the cover Drunk as a mutha fucka Me and her friend Got the OG goin on til 6 in the morn' We gon' drink, we gon' smoke, we gon' make us a porn Now tell the TRUTH, ABSOLUT make ya wanna have SEX But BaCARDI Make you NAUGHTY You don't have to use X But weed is what you need to get yo mind flowin right But HENESSEE is ENERGY, we fuckin tonight And RUM'll make you NUMB Make your dick stand strong And CHRONIC is BIONIC, make the sex last long
(Chorus)
(Mannie Fresh) Now, y'all see, I'm at a point in my life Where don't shit matter to me but smokin Ya know? They don' turned my mutha fuckin lights off But I got a lighter, and I'm gon' smoke And if I had 5 mutha fuckin dollas left And I had to eat or smoke I'm gon' mutha fuckin' smoke Ya know? If, if was a 5th we'd all be drunk mutha fucka
Wooo See? That's how I get down I'm gon' smoke til I blow up Drink til i throw up And pass out on somebody kitchen flo' Roll me another fuckin fat one And go back to the liquor sto' Goodnight mutha fucka! (Muah!) Smoke on!!
{Hook} {Man} Pimpin is a alive, these niggas just jive {Man} I've been stackin and mackin since '75 {Man} When I come thru in the Benz hoes tell they friends that {Women}Thats my daddy, daddy {Man} Pimpin is a alive, these niggas just jive {Man} I've been stackin and mackin since '75 {Man} When I come thru in the Benz hoes tell they friends that {Women}Thats my daddy daddy
{Baby} I don't ride white walls its vogues I'm mashing But I'm Hood Rich nigga tell ya bitch to ask me Swang yo' girl in that brand new Caddy Seville four door slammed back lil' daddy Throwing bricks in the cut like a nigga give a fuck I spunt what you niggas spunt when I was coming up Its the bling bling king worth mils with nuts Scored that brand new Benz loud pipes 'em up Got that Avalanche truck alligator in the trunk Got the snake in the floor of a Bentley HEADS UP Them white folks coming lil' dady HOLD UP Shift it up the block before a nigga can pop I'm a born hustler but a pimp pimp player 2 - G and 2 its Big Tymer year Doing donuts in the drop top with Cartiers And I ain't met no nigga with more cars than this player
{Fresh} You don't wanna get it on You'll get shitted on or spitted on Reptile boots and suits thats fitted on Got the bar up in the car with the dranks so I can sit it on Peanut butter and wood, its still understood That Im'a P - I - M - P The M to the A, double N - I - E Now put yo' feet up on that mank Take a pull of the stank And we can do it how it should be done I treat a bitch like a hoe, a hoe like a slut A slut like a nut cuz I really don't give a fuck Now with a dick up in yo' throat can you still sing a note? Well if you can say I'm the man with the superfly trim Woah move away young dude you're ruining my mood Straight mackin to the stackin money bitches and food Caddilac Buritz big booties and tits Got twenty bad bitches with the matching outfits
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{Fresh} I was the man in kindergarden and a pimp in first A mack in second grade by third it was worse A made man in the fourth a don in the fifth Had the teacher sellin ass when I touched the sixth Seven eight and nine whatever they had was mine From tenth to twelfth bling bling ya blind Now I'm the money foldin phone holdin Two way checkin home wreckin Rent collectin weenie weckin, big pimpin Love a lotta women, walk with a limp an' {Talking} I'll have the snow crabs a bottle of uh um cristal Some fettacinni and some um let me see what else Oh and some shrimp
{Baby} I'm a bird on crew in that Lexus coupe I left the roof at home let the rain come thru Don't cry now ma you know how it go But since ya hair got wet lets smoke some 'dro Get it right ma and put that Fresh mink on Them CMC boots with the platinum thongs I wear enough ice to sit on the throne And if a nigga come close Im'a go back home
(Chorus: TQ) All I ever wanted to do was be da man Get out the ghetto and feed my whole fam But the dirty streets in the city won't let me go (let me go, let me go)
All I ever wanted to do was be da man Get out the ghetto and feed my whole fam But quarter ki's make G's that's all i know (all i know, all i know)
(Trick Daddy) A hit of crack frock could get ya fucked up A ki of coke could get you rich but too much of this shit can get you stuck up That's why it's best to deal wit a nigga that you know and chill wit Case he flip the script, you know where he live at Plus, the game don' came a long way Yeah we don' lost a lot of niggas that was speedin down the wrong way See these days these niggas squeeze triggas quicker than yo boys Cuz they got guns bigger than yours Plus ain't not more coppin out You either ridin or tellin, if you ride then you ride forever Born the son of a straight killa Raised by a strong woman, I'll ride for my homies So, can a nigga get a boooonnnd Or do another nigga have to come along and raise my daughter......son Your Honor, answer this question and be honest If you lock me up for the summer will you support my momma?
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(Baby) Ay ay, move on over (wooooo) I sit and took over 2 clips, the AK holder Brick taped to my bitch Strapped on her shoulder Raw grams in the trunk of a jag Hard ounces stashed in my cadillac dash It's drought season daddy, we huntin for riches We fly like birds go divin for fishes A known deep boy, the #1 Stunna Got a hundred brick stash in the back of the Hummer But on my block, a old tymer got shot I didn't wanna do it but he was holdin my spot I'm shittin on niggas, grandma got grams She gave me a revolver, automatics get jammed I'm *Hood Rich* nigga one feet in the sand I'm one of a few niggas that beat the man
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(Mannie Fresh) See, check it out, the dope game is a mother fucker, young man I bet you yo lil ass ain't even got a gun man You in the game now you know what you don' done man? "Yeah, bruh but i gotta feed my son man" A cutlass supreme, still a young nigga's dream A solid lil bitch with a whole lot of cream Well lil one looky here, who you scorin from? Look, this some shit that'll leave a nigga body numb Take that, the comeback is incredible Get caught, then nigga it's federal By the way, don't say no mother fuckin names You listenin to me? Don't play no mother fuckin games You know the rules of this shit Fuck around and be one dead bitch It's money and the power Every second every hour From sco' to the flo' Bakin soda to the flour
(Lac (chorus)) Lil mamma you in third, you should be in first Do your daddy and your mamma know the way that you curse? Your lying bout' your age and giving up fast They need to put you back in first you're moving too fast
When you shake it, shake it, shake it - you need to quit When drop it, drop it, drop it - that ain't the tip When you twerk it, twerk it, twerk it- that ain't the lick When you pop it, pop it, pop it- that ain't the shit
(Mannie Fresh) See the story take place in the back of the club About this shorty that I know and we gone call her "Young Love" See lil one like pa, he was the neighbor hood baller Gucci and Lucci drove a candy and prowler One more thing I forgot to tell Young one sixteen bro and she burning like hell Yo my fault, Pa was 26 Now back to the story bout' the little lost chick Your man got lil one in the V.I.P. With his hands in her pants going "You're so sexy" Your not dumb but your young, you'll believe what your hearing You gone sex off the X and your homies cheering What's even sadder you don't even know what you're doing Hey young world your whole life's ruined But what you don't know gonna hurt you tonight You didn't use a rubber and Pa ain't right
(Lac (chorus)) Lil mamma you in third, you should be in first Do your daddy and your mamma know the way that you curse? Your lying bout' your age and giving up fast They need to put you back in first you're moving too fast
When you shake it, shake it, shake it - you need to quit When drop it, drop it, drop it - that ain't the tip When you twerk it, twerk it, twerk it- that ain't the lick When you pop it, pop it, pop it- that ain't the shit
(Baby) Man chill in Miami lil head in the projects On the passenger side with Tammy in the drop Lexus Me and Fresh at the light in S500 on dub deuces Bumping some old Cash Money Got 10 round my neck, 20 on my wrist Million dollar nut, million dollar kiss Pull up in the Lexus, sipping on Don P Hold on Fresh let me get back to this story Her Sheila freak dealers that only drive Benz Her mamma said "My daughters gonna end up in the pen" But wodie she'll fuck for ends and clothing She thought she made more money from tricking and hoing But when her nigga scored the dope she held the stacks And when that nigga hit the club they be full of that yak She a hard headed, with a diamond in her tongue And a tattoo on her ass saying "come get some"
(Lac (chorus)) Lil mamma you in third, you should be in first Do your daddy and your mamma know the way that you curse? Your lying bout' your age and giving up fast They need to put you back in first you're moving too fast
When you shake it, shake it, shake it - you need to quit When drop it, drop it, drop it - that ain't the tip When you twerk it, twerk it, twerk it- that ain't the lick When you pop it, pop it, pop it- that ain't the shit
(Baby) Now Stone told me "Stunna, Kisha wasn't right, After the Hot Boys had her I fucked the same night" Now Kisha from Miami ran with Lisa and Candy Met her at Coco's on the hot strip dancing Now Trick Daddy told me bout' mom's new clique But my lil partner Damian wanted to raw-dog the bitch I'm a three stunna blinder, pop X with the chick I'm full of the white trying to down this bitch
(Mannie Fresh) Slow it down, hold it up, get back to your class Act your age lil mamma stop shaking your ass Big wheels, X pills, whatcha know bout' that? Got the old nigga name tattooed on your back Bet your mamma don't know that you're fucking and shit And ever since yay high you've been getting a dick But it's your life and it's your biz Four different baby-daddies, get how you live
(Lac (chorus)) Lil mamma you in third, you should be in first Do your daddy and your mamma know the way that you curse? Your lying bout' your age and giving up fast They need to put you back in first you're moving too fast
When you shake it, shake it, shake it - you need to quit When drop it, drop it, drop it - that ain't the tip When you twerk it, twerk it, twerk it- that ain't the lick When you pop it, pop it, pop it- that ain't the shit
