Jermaine Dupri [프로듀스]

Honey got me hooked on you
I like that
ooh, ooh
Come on, come on
MC, MC
ooh, ooh

Nah nah nah nah nah nah
Nah nah
Nah nah nah nah nah nah
Nah nah nah nah nah [Repeat twice]

Honey you can have me
When you want me
You simply ask me to be there (a huh)
And you're the only one
Who makes me come running
Cause what you got
Is far beyond compare (ooh)

CHORUS:
And it's just like honey
When your love comes over me
Oh baby I've got a dependancy
Always strung out
For another taste of your honey
It's like honey
When it rushes over me
You know sugar never ever was so sweet
And I'm dying for you
Crying for you
I adore you
Boy you know your love addected me
And I'm strung out on you, darling
Don't you see
Every night and day
I can hardly wait
For another taste of honey

Honey I can't describe
How good it feels inside (yeah, yeah)
Honey I can't describe
How good it feels inside

Yeah, ooh
Oh, I can't be elusive with you honey (I like that)
Cause it's blatant that I'm feeling you
And it's too hard for me to leave abruptly
You're the only thing I wanna do

CHORUS

Baby I can love you babe
(Tell the world we won't stop
Mariah you're on fire)
Gotta hold on love thy saints
(Tell the world we won't stop
Mariah take us higher)
ooohh
(Tell the world we won't stop
Mariah you're on fire)
ooohh
(Tell the world we won't stop
Mariah take us higher)

(Breakdown)

Oooh, woah
Every little thing you do
(Now what we gonna do right here, we gonna smooth it out, come on)
Ooh, woah, honey, got me hooked on you
(MC, and she won't stop)
Honey, it's like

Wednesday 4:20p.m.
Don't you fuckin' hang up on me!
Who the fuck do you think you are?
You know who the fuck your hangin up on?
Don't fuckin' hang up on me!
I'm sick of these bitches man.
Wednesday 8:20p.m.
Jermaine!!!!!, where are you?
Oh God, God, mo' bitches.
You know I'm getting real sick of all these slutty ass
bitches.
I'm about sick of these dumb motherfuckers on bullshit.
Well, you know bitches be playin' to many games you know
we don't play no games.
Man fuck niggaz all you dumb motherfuckers trip.

*Now playas don't you hate when the girl try to make you wait
when you know deep down she wanna get down
but she keep talking, deaf, and playing around.
Now ladies (Huh?)
Don't you hate
when a nigga try try to fuck on the first date
thinking that we mean yes when we say no
and they spend no dough,
nigga all that's got to go.

It's funny how niggaz get bitch then
and wanna fuck 'til their stiff dick get limb
gotta pay for my shit, my rent, my six
love me like a love the dough with interest
I don't flush with no broke nigga, regardless
if its hard then it start spinnin'
keep me grinning
with phat shit
we can fuck 'til the spring
pop on the mack
the fact is I'm a fly bitch
I show that
you motherfuckers would love to hit it and brat know that
some of ya'll give head to quick in the bed to quick
first think of them chicks
bitch if he leave you could still breathe
through the week with a few G-Stacks easy
if its me you wanna get at I'm brit at
invest is a pussy ass

*Repeat

Now it's funny how bitches get a nigga bent
trying to act so god damn innocent
wit all that shit ya'll put us through
and ya'll know you want it as bad as we do
I'm one of the few that can see through shit
I don't do shit 'til we do shit, rich bitch
so the trickin ain't nothing
and if I trick somebody fuckin'
now I'm a playa I show that
and what I do don't stop, you know that
see a lot of ya'll trick and get caught
not me if I trick I give head on the spot
on the bed, in the drop, on the elevator all the way to the
top
see it taste good don't it
so why the fuck you frontin'
when you know you want it

*Repeat

When I need the money I know who to hit
When I make the call you better jump to it
I'm tired of ya'll acting like ya'll don't trick
'Cause when I call you jump jump jump to it

*Repeat (x3)

Come On, Rock On

*Nigga, don't you hate on me, why don't you go and get you
some?
Don't you hate on me, why don't you go and get you some? 4x

Motherfucker, go get you some
Get off my dick, bitch, get out my mix and tell me where the
real niggas at
Put your blunts in the air, y'all nigga get fried to this
To the fuck to mother, tell me who the thuggest in this
motherfucker
What you niggas really wanna do? Big ballers flossin'
Niggas wanna beat so they got to be talkin'
Oh let me give them what they say and run 'em in they face
What they say? "Oh nothin'"
Buster, hit'em in they shit anyway (hey)
That's how we play, stil thuggin' ain't a thing change
Still the same name, love the face
Real, real niggas, that's all I gotta say
You fuckin' with the real, you ball to get gusted
Really, the real ain't shit to be fucked wit'
Protected by the niner, when you careful
The nigga the trigger finger itchy fixin' to make you duck
the whloe flock
Make a nigga close shop, sho nuff
Showstopper, fuckin' 'em up with diesel
What's pumpin' the shotgun?
Real neccesary cause all we want is a little respect
That's all we want but nigga, you don't feel me
Krazyie crazy, maybe insane hangin' with JD
Little rip done slip the clip into the gat, rat-tat-tat
Just like that

I ain't fixin' to be the bitch to procastinatin'
Niggas wanna be shippin' me half a cake
Go through whatever drastic measures I hafta take
Make a motherfucker masterbate, the hotter I get the more
hate
Some of you hoes is overrated with flows
The salvate'll take'em to the rehab and get'em re-instated
My lyrical content send other bitches to convents
Pray for me to be deleted but that's nonsense
Been the bomb since '74 Aries
I can see how ya nigga be lookin' at me
He want to get in between the sheets
Leave the wallet and the keys for me
I ain't persuaded easily but if he spend the cheese for me
Nigga, we can fuck free frequently
You study me, but another me could never be sold
Broke the most 6-0-6-4-4
When niggas'll haul off and hit ya with the sawed off
Seen plenty motherfuckers fall off with they jaws off
When I'm finished droppin' 'em al off on the west side of
Chi, I'm ridin' high
Thinkin' of way to make it through the major of the paper
chase
Slidin' by, keep a luger in the chamber ready for danger
when it's time to die

*Repeat (x4)

See everywhere I go, I feel like niggas be tryin' to get me
stuffed
I'm flyin' on out of what? Iced up and all the hoes wanna
fuck
Knockin' bitches and that nigga got cake stacked up, packed
up
Everything I touch, gold and platinum, what?
Niggas can't fuck with us
Like Busta Bust, we dangerous
And you know that if I peel I got mo'
Y'all peel, it's gone, that's why the ice grill on
When the wheel on by y'all niggas in the corner
Back and forth, like "fuck that little guy"
Don't worry bout me, you need to worry bout yo' goddamn self
How you shit on shelf and how you sit around
Wishin' that a nigga would sign to So So Def
I'm a A-T-L-A-N-T-Alien
Never been known to play with
Can't none of y'all see me, so y'all niggas don't really
need to say shit
With all your paper-hatin', paper-hatin' and your bad looks
What y'all need to do is shut up
And take heed to what my nigga sayin' in the hook

*Repeat (x7)

Yeah, you know what I'm sayin'
Y'all niggas been poppin' an awful lot of shit for a while
now
Talking all that shit
Like y'all motherfuckers got so much motherfuckin'
personality and shit (yeah)
All of y'all poppin' all that fly shit, tryin' to dis niggas
and all that
bullshit, know what I'm sayin? (yeah)
But you know deep down i your motherfuckin' hearts, y'all
niggas is BOOOMBS
compared to this nigga named Slick Rick
You know that shit, you been knew that shit (yeah)
Y'all motherfuckers been knew that motherfucker might come
back and kick ya'll
motherfuckin' ass (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

YO! TURN IT UP! 2X
Y'ALL GOTTA TURN IT UP
DO LIKE I DO HA HA

Ladies and gents, let the teacher start
I am the greatest rapper, walk, talk, eat, shit, fart
You motherfuckers can't see me
Even with a patch on my eye, I'm dreamy
All in the grill of the gruesome
1, 2, 3, 7 diamonds on the twosome
Schedule, I aim to be in Atlanta with the legendary Jermaine
Dupri

Uh huh, I'm more delicious than shit outta cook books
See I'll even make Salvation Army clothes look good (you
know)
That divine, so fine, don't even wear the same underwear 2
times

JD, not the one to fuck around with
Heard ya got the whole entire state locked down, kid

That's right so don't ask us who the best
From the north to the south to the east to the west
We're...

*Fresh, dressed like a million bucks
Still worn the Bally shoes and the fly green socks
We're fresh, dressed like a million bucks
Still worn the Bally sodadadadada socks

Come on, kids, Jermaine Dupri a wiz
Walkin' down the street, you kow mindin' my own biz
My man girlfriend started actin' like she hoein'
"Hey JD, where your fine ass going?"
To the studio, I told her frontin'
Unless you wanna take it in the cooler or sumpin'

<ahh!> For real and that shit ain't a fact?

She said that she would meet me at my house around 10
Not to mention, a nice tender body
10 o'clock, here came the red beau hotty
My man girl told totally deceptive
Still I try to fuck the full out the bitch rectum <unhhh>
See, the woman so shady
Talkin' bout actin' like she upped and offed JD
Now she wanna kiss and caress cause i left a couple of bite
marks on the hun's
breasts I'm...

*Repeat (x2)

When the doubt falls, my door they knock up on
Designers even ask me what they need to stock up on
Why the fuck did ya like to done pest us
When the tag team ya hearin' is untouchable, peasant?
Slick, Jermaine Dupri back as the fat trackers
We'll diarrhea up on your black ass
Babies jump out the carriage
Could even fix the Hillary and Clinton marriage
Charisma now felt
To the point where even I could make even lesbians melt
Models bookin' at me
Could even make her grandmother catch an orgasm lookin' at
me (you know)
It's kinda outlandish, rastas even say
"What kind fine young man dis"
So don't put me to the test
From the north, from the south to the east to the west
We're...

*Repeat (x5)

Grrrrrrr, grrrrr, grrr (Yeah)

*To all my bitches in the spot lookin' real fly
An' all my niggas wit the corner locked gettin' high
An' all my playas world wide it's just you and I
Getcha paper, getcha dough, getcha shit right x2

First off, y'all niggaz know I don't slouch
An' as a kid I done did the shit you talkin about
I'm from the South, ya heard?
Where niggas fly birds outta Impalas
Live lavish
From ATL to Dallas an' the little palace
Goin once, goin twice, everyday, livin nice
In the grey wit the ice, makin money rollin dice
Livin the life, that y'all dream of
Puttin niggaz outta business like Sony did to Sega
You seen us, the green stuff
An nuttin' else that's all I collect
I got the hots like the Lox - Money, Power and Respect
An' I can damn the check that any of y'all niggaz spit
I stay hittin, I ain't bullshittin (he ain't bullshittin)
Nigga, wit more glitta, than M.J.
It's all pimp play, when it comes to me
An' y'all motherfuckers know how J.D. gets down
An' those who don't it's a new sheriff in town
Feel me now

*Repeat (x2)

Yo, let me tell you were I'm at y'all
Shits kinda sad y'all
If you ride the buses or trains
Watch ya back ya'll
Who think he stallin?
I still ain't ballin
An' I got wild bills
An' a crowd that keeps callin
My dogs wanna hang (bark)
My bitches wanna bang
But it don't mean a thang
When all you got is change
That's why my women ain't dimes
Not even close to nines
Sorta like fives and sixes
Wit scars and stiches
Type of bitches that spit in yo' face like Alomar
Broke hoes without a car
snatchin' fruit from salad bars
Which one of ya'll come on, test me now
Me not goin' nowhere, you don't impress me now
So next time you see me up in them clubs
I'm probably scemin'
While you at the bar
Brick hard and fiendin'
I wait for 4 o'clock when yo' drunk ass is leavin'
Cause I paid to get in
An' now I gotta pray teethin'

*Repeat (x2)

Niggas goin' to parties
Thousand dollar shoes and jewels
You Begets what I be wantin' so I be bringin' the tool
Tryin' to snatch up all that ice that you came in
An' nigga D be flippin', yeah, money, it's the same shit
What you thought
Cause you bought
A joint
You might be able to creep a nigga
When he ain't on point
An' I can see it in yo' eyes that you comin' closer than
tryin'
An' every step you take brings yo' ass closer to dyin'
An' I don't flow wit the dough
cause money comes and goes
Gimme the love of my thugs
Hoodrats and hoes, an' I'm good
Cause motherfucker I'm stayin in the hood
An' I'm gon' rip till I'm stiff like wood
You wishin' that you could
Keep it as real as me
An' you gon' know that the pain that you feel is me
When I get ill it be
Some next shit
Darkman, Motherfuckin X shit
Wreck shit
For respect bitch

*Repeat (x4)

I'm feelin' that 2x, is you wit' me?
I'm the type you see at the bar, fresh, buyin' it up
And every girl I talk to, yeah I'm tryin' to cut
I tell'em all I'm Chi Chi and it's nice to meet ya
Real quick, I tell how she got all the right features
The jams come on and the glasses get refilled
We dance and watch the relations build
Now I'm all up in her ear and she listenin'
At the same time, watchin' how a nigga glistenin'
BLING! BLING! I'm thinkin' it's bout time to go
Get the B out of valet and start the late night show
Niggas hate, I know but I don't stop I shine
I'm in the club every week, same place, same time
Same thing on the mind, PARTY! PARTY!
So the hell with all that, we tryin' to find somebody
The right kind 'fore the lights come off
Shit, I'm tryin' to take sumpin' home

*Now if I buy you a drink and you drink it up
Then, uh, you goin' home with me (and all my niggas say)
And if you talkin' at a party and we talk too much
Then, uh, we goin' home with me
Now if you came with a friend that don't wanna do my man
Then you need to give her your keys
Tell her to call you tomorrow or give you a beep
Cause tonight, you going home with me, ya heard?

Now, is it because my name's Jermaine? no
It's all about how I kick my game, you know?
I just flow with it, spend a little dough with it
Entertain, before you know, I'm in your brain doing my thang
Tellin' you how good you smell
Send you up for a drop top cruise through the A-T-L
Now when they tipsy, it's risky, you don't know what you
facin'
Fuck around and end up like Anthony Mason
So I let'em know a few things before we leave
Like, "it's true, I tapes damn near everything"
So don't even think about lyin', baby
Or try baby, to set me up for rape cause it's all on tape
Where you said put the cake
How you fed me the grapes
What I did with the ice that made you shake, shake
Now when the night's over and the girl is gone
I'm back up in the club singin' the same damn song

*Repeat

Now, walk in, I'm the grown man that you figure to trick
But I'm feelin' your dress, girl and lovin' your hips
But I'm buggin' off this, "Why you stuck on the wrist?"
Golddigger, huh, mommy? Oh, you ain't that bitch?
Ain't that some shit? Suddenly, you hugs and kisses
Gotta be the dough you holdin' so obvious wit' it
I get G's to flash, T.V.'s in the dash
See Sinbad, watchin' Vibe, ladies clockin' to ride
Luxury flows, lengerie hoes, R.O.C. hit'em mo' than Jose
Conseco
Uh, RBI's, orange top fly, the brown skin, slim
The nice braids, brown eyes
R.O.C.'s stay pimpin' from Jersey to Richmond
Y'all playas waitin' to ball like 6th men
I'm done with the game, point spread by a hundred
Speakin' of hundreds, five's is a nice way to slide it,
let's ride

*Repeat

*All I like is them jazzy hoes, the type that make a nigga
spend all his dough
Sho nuff a sight, anything ya like
You know the ones you wanna make your wife, ya heard me?

Little fast bitch, actin' sarcastic
Need to get her ass kicked, tryin' to get the cash quick
She be my last pick, I got a real hoe
Take yo' ass back to class and buy a dildo
Don't let the freak in you keep you up all night
Gettin' fucked and sucked, you wastin' your life
Before a real nigga ever kick a hoe down
She gotta understand what I know now
Ain't no broke down, lazy, gold digging, cute bitch
Come around me gettin' credit cards and don't do shit, bitch
I travel throughout the year
I keep a woman with a house and her own career
So when I buy her a diamond ring, it's just a gift (what's
your name?)
Too Short baby, don't need to trick
I give her what she want cause I'm a real player
Platinum after platinum, ask me how I feel later

*Repeat

See I ilke them crazy hoe
Them straight, get down and pay me hoe
I wouldn't mind no jazzy hoe
Make my creep fall right out my clothes
On the blow, can't let no hoe see my flow
Tight jean and bra strap, girl that got to go (gotta go)
Strip you on down like a shake-a-booty hoe (uh huh)
Put you in the street, make me mo' money mo'

Now see, just the other night, I met me a ol' jazzy hoe
Straight boozyabitch, ol' sassy hoe
Who think she fly to death, so I ain't gon' hold my breath
To let you skeezers know, just let you ask yo'self
For as I cut one but two down the line
But could it be yo' hoe that I'm cuttin' everytime?
And I come to find she servin' every nigga in yo' clique
To get in where she fit in, now she known to be a trick

Quote for quote, who tote like this
Hit the Club Jig, on some Wes Snipe shit
Snatchin' all the hoes in your harem, indeed
I mock turtlenecks while I'm bees and tweed
Til I proceed, damn right, the spot's tight
Nothing but dimes in sight, so just might
Bag these bitches like groceries
Player to player, you can't get close to me
Now who you 'posed to be?
Pullin' toast on the S-O double N-Y, girlfriend lookin' fly
And I can tell she schemin' (why's that?)
Cause she like the ice is gleamin' (okay)
But that's cool though, cause I know how to stain golds
I pimp tight without the kangol, niggas know
I slang flow, east to west
Available at anytime to put the pussy to the test

*Repeat (x2)

Lay it down, lay it down
You hoes lay it down
When the real motherfuckin' player come around
Shy, not I, some times I choose not to speak
Surrounded by my real niggas drinkin' Hennessee
Or Remy or Red Passion with champagne
Chiefin' up some hay, gettin' at them hoes, man
Trick, not I, trick be you, can you dig that?
I got star hoes pickin' me up in Tahoes
Fuck them at-the-bar hoes, tryin'-to-score hoes
Mickey dropin' hoes, quick to drop they clothes
I give those only funky weave wearin' bitches
All made up, gettin' at a niggas riches
I like women with they head on straight
Pull your own weight and you can fuck wit' Eight
Nigga think he a player with them old Girbauds
Gettin' pimped by them space age jazzy hoes

*Repeat (x4)

[Too Short talking in background]

Um, this Don Chi Chi person that you call yourself?

Uh huh

What is he all about?
Does that mean that you could be devoted to one woman
And have others, or does that mean you're not devoted at all?

Don Chi Chi basically is a glamorous
Fly-assed playboy that's just, you know.
He ain't no one-woman type man.

I can't wait
It's me again
Uh, what chu waitin' for?
Trina and Tammy, So So Def, c'mon

*Why don't you and me
Take a trip and dip back to my crib
I wanna lay you down
I really wanna lay you down

Here we are alone in my car
And I can feel your temperature rising
You want me, I want you, too
And I can see it in your eyes that you're ready (Ready)
To hit the back seat of my Jeep right now
If the mood ain't right, my Jeep is tight
I got a better place to lay you down

*Repeat (x2)

I said, "Baby" (Baby)
Before we lay, everything's gotta be just right
Cuz tonight is the night I've been waiting for
You and me are about to take flight, yeah, yeah
I don't want no distractions
Once we get into our action
I wanna be alone (That's right)
Getting it on all night long

*Repeat (x2)

Oh, baby
(Baby come this way)
(No longer will I make you wait)
I can feel your passion rising
And you're not alone
(My heart)
My heart
(Is yearning for your love)
I can hardly wait to lay you down
Down
(Why don't you)

What you waitin' for
Let the freak show begin
Let the freak show begin
Let the freak show begin x2
(Why don't you)

What you waitin' for
Let the freak show begin
Let the freak show begin
Let the freak show begin x2
You heard me?

First destination
(Is my heart)
Second destination
(After the lights go out)
I kindly get you up and take you to my place
Town of ecstasy
I don't think it can wait
First destination
(Is my heart)
Second destination
(After the lights go out)
I'm gonna make you wish
That everyday you live
That you could spend your life with me (Yeah)

*Repeat (x4)

Uh uh
So So Def
Yeah, yeah

*In the Ferrari or Jaguar, switchin four lanes
With the top down screamin out, money ain't a thang

Bubble hard in the double R flashin the rings
With the window cracked, holler back, money ain't a thang

Jigga, I don't like it if it don't gleam gleam
And to hell with the price cause the money ain't a thang

Put it down hard for my dogs that's locked in the bang
When you hit the bricks, new whips, money ain't a thang

Come on, y'all wanna floss wit us
Cause all across the ball we burn it up
Drop a little paper, baby toss it up
Ya slackin on your pimpin, turn it up
See the money ain't a thang

I flex the Rol', sign a check for yo' hoe
Jigga's style is love, X and O
Save all your accolades, just the dough
My game is wide, all lames aside
Tryin to stay alive, hundred thou' for the bracelet
Foolish, ain't I? The chain'll strain ya eye
Twin platinum gun son, aim for the sky
Ice on my bullet, you die soon as I pull it
Willies wanna rub shoulders, your money's too young
See me when it gets older, ya bank account grow up
Mine's is one-zero-zero-zero-oh-doub'
Damn near out the rear trunk when I roll up
Multi til I close up, it's all basic
I been spending hundreds since they had small faces
Rob your stash house, doubled out down in Vegas
Me and J.D. got it locked crazy
Where you at haters?

*repeat

My cake thick, I live the life
Eatin' crab, watching bitches shake shit all night
I make the big moves, do the big things
Take small groups, turn them into big names
The big dog with the big chain, frostbit bracelet to match
Cats say I'm the shit man
The type of nigga that you need in yo' crew
Type of dude that will do shit you won't do, can't do
Get more burn than a candle
Too hot to hold, too much to handle
In the black C-low, he know if she look
She go bye-bye with da-da and I ain't gotta say no mo'
I'm "The Truth" like A.I., got the proof and stay fly
In the safest shit you could never buy
Know why? Cause I write the songs that the whole world sing
I don't know about y'all but every night I swing

*repeat

Ya'll shit ain't for real til y'all ship a mil'
And ya hit a R&B chick and she fit the bill
Said she loved my necklace, started relaxin
Now that's what the fuck I call a chain reaction
Went from wholesome to Jigga, you awe-some
Baby, I don't play all my jewelry is light grey
Platinum, spend your whole life in the day
What's down is a bet, roll the dice

Yeah, yeah, so let's play
So what you went gold and rock a Roley with the ice bezel
It's gon' take a lot mo' to see my level
Where I'm at, your check, you better double that
And personally your raps is where the trouble at
I'm a Benz bubble cat, leather with the wood grain
In the platinum frame screamin it's not a game
Gleamin, from ear to ear, wrist to wrist, ring and chain
Even me and Jay-Z got it locked, crazy

*repeat

So So Def, Roc-A-Fella, collabo'
You know, all we do is..

Rock, rock on (repeat to fade)

Biiiiiiiiiach
What cha wanna do (2x)
We're the Legion of Doom
(3x)

1472 is the same cut throat and locs
and plenty dopes can you cope
You can call me Count Chocula
I control all the bitches, Chi-Chi control the riches
and fly surf the snitches

Look up in the sky as the fly
My herion wip, clip on hip, now trip on this
A bunch of outlaws try to take my town
set up shop, run me out, and cut me down
And how that safe, when I'm the illa-superhero
born and raised on that muthafucking underground
Brrrrbrrrrbrrrr stick 'em, ha haha stick 'em
try to catch me slip 'em but now you about to be my victim
I'm not aquaman but a aqua-boogie
I'm sorta like a monster, chasin' cookies
And I spin a web any size you can call me to fly
I walk walls and this is for all my dogs
(WOOF!)
I'm like the wonder twins, my style activates
the many niggas get in it and try to paper hate
It's fly, the rider maine and ri (man, man)
I do it like a muthafucking rider
And I represent all the time and
I represent the mad ass fuckin' eastside
(eastside) -look out, look out, come out
cause here comes the rider man
(rider man), nigga

I rock the blue cake on 'em, drop the weight on 'em
the more they hate, the more I elevate on 'em
I swerve and collect, serve and protect
never hit the streets without the ice on my neck
I'm all about partying, hoes, and getting paper
they call me Chi-Chi and do it up cape crusader
Contact through the frame no mistakes
to bank rules back in town and it's on us to shut 'em down
now fly what cha wanna do (nigga what)

Let's put this shit down my lil' homey Mr. Turner with the
murder
He got my back you know he put me up on game
When they get up, they getting lite up, heat that shit up
Enough sed, don't tell it, jus sell it
we blowin' in the wind and we gunna ride til' we win
young soldier stickin' to it we put the folger
It's your turn gone get on up and get the light
and don't forget to grab your strap

*Look up in the sky, it's a bird, no it ain't
it's the Legion of Doom ain't a damn thing changed
Keep it safe and sound, get it locked down
and you don't have to worry when we in your town x2

Just a young muthafucker from the street
forced to be a G-angsta, knock-knock with a glock, pump-
pump answer
Throw your hands up nigga, yeah death's a callin
went from petty deaf bank robber straight to ballin'
Stop with us, walk with us as we bust through
the doors 40's fallin' like parts in us off in dust
steroes got many hoes in, plenty dope plus we fly as fuck
Duct tape while room up, toe tag 'em
have him feel the strength of a black magnum
Body bag him, nobody is as bad as them
as shown as them, set kissed like FM
Life in 1-4-7 to the deuce, right then
I slipped in the bullet-proof suit
And swoop down on the bank ruler with the gats
waiting for the permission to cancel his ass
Handle his ass
I love to see his guts and his blood spill
and cracked up as I drugged as I rise flying up high with a
45
if a red demon in it from the sky
Drop and i put the barrel right between his eyes
and said you fuck with the Legion and now you must die
We serve and protect all the hustlers
and G's from the west to the north, south and back to the
east

*Repeat (x2)

Look up in the sky (in the sky)
No it ain't (no it ain't, no it ain't)
Mean a damn thing changed (changed, changed, changed)
Got it locked down (locked down, locked down)
When we in your town (in your town)

Look up in the sky (in the sky)
No it ain't (no it ain't, no it ain't)
Mean a damn thing changed (changed, changed, changed)
Got it locked down (locked down, locked down)
And you won't have to worry when we in your town (in your
town....)

Tuesday, 7:56 P.M.
What's up, Jermaine? I miss you.
Mmm.
Do me a favor. Tell your friends you're not going out
tonight.
I got a little bit of that Cristal, some of that Yak.
And, oh. Better yet, I got on what you like to see in the
most.
Word!
So, we're fucking tonight.
Ha, ha, ha. For sure. Ha, ha.

Uh, ha
What you thinkin' about?
You and me baby goin' one-on-one (say what)
JD y'all (uh huh, So So Def)
MC y'all (what you think about)
I'm the man to fulfill your needs
Get you everything that you see in your dreams (c'mon)
Baby, let nothing and nobody tear us apart
If forever you'll be my sweetheart

Boy, haven't you noticed (say what)
The gleam in my eyes (uh, huh)
Because of you
I'm a little hypnotized (yeah)
But everytime you're with me (uh)
Feel so positive
That with you a little love
Somethings gotta give

*A full moon is waiting in the twilight
Maybe soon you will come to be my knight
Here we are
Hoping that we'll never part
Stay with me

** Baby, won't you be my sweetheart (my sweetheart)
We can share a storybook romance
What you think about What you think about
You and me, baby, goin' one-on-one
Won't you be my sweetheart (my sweetheart)
We can share a storybook romance
What you think about What you think about
You and me, baby, goin' one-on-one
Just deep in love

You are no Casanova (ha, ha, ha)
I'll know that you'll be true
And that's why (uh)
I'm so in love with you (me, too)
But this romantic evening
You led me at my door (yeah, yeah)
But tonight, I'd like us to explore

*Repeat

** Repeat

Na, na, na, na, na (say what)
Na, na, na, na, na (like that)
Na, na, na, na, na
Na, na, na, na, na, na, na (bring it down, ooh)
Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (putcha hand in the air)

JD y'all
MC y'all
See, I saw you at the party
With your eyes on me
Fittin' the description
Of what I want my bride to be (ha, ha)
As live as me
Don't know the same guys as me
But a lot of style
Unusual name like Ivory
I agree with my niggas
You the baddest
I ever seen in a long time (uh)
But woman with her own shine
Is her own time
And it's on hit
Cuz I'm tired of dealin'
With the wrong kind
Getting non' but the bullshit
She got a playa
Tryin' to think of new things to say (sup, baby)
She up in the corner
Sippin' Don P, Rosee` (yeah)
Shakin' it up with the homegirls
Payin' no attention to us
They in they own world
'Hey, yo, girl'
I'm the man to fulfill your needs
Get you everything you see in your dreams
Baby, let nothing and nobody tear us apart
If forever you'll be my sweetheart

Sounds so right (uh, huh)
The mood is right
Say what
MC, baby, sing it to me
To keep me warm
Away from harm
Nowhere better than my baby's arms
Sounds so right (uh, huh)
The mood is right
Say what
MC, baby, sing it to me To keep me warm
Away from harm
C'mon, baby, you can be my
Won't you be my
Sweetheart
Sweetheart

** Repeat

Mariah, you're on fire
JD y'all
You know I need your love, romance
Yeah, yeah, me too
All that shit

Monday, ten fifty-three A.M.

JD, it's me, Bree
Call me, babe
Havin' all them parties, us cats down here think ya'll on
vacation, man
Stop doin', man

Come on
See, I been lookin' at the game, ya know?
And I see it ain't too many ya'll
That can make 'em dance like I do
(You say you wanna dance, say you wanna get down?)
The thing what's funny is
Ya'll got the nerve to wanna P.H.D. me
Cuz I'm making all the money
HA HA HA HA HA

While ya'll ride matchbox, I push the hot wheels
Don Chi-Chi with the mass appeal
Lettin' champagne spills on my house in the grill
And all I'm about is the dolla' dolla' bill
Makin' ya' dance every chance I get
And hata's sayin' damn, will he ever catch bricks?
Nah, I don't catch those, keep it ghetto
Stayin' wit' the best hoes, on the east and the west coast
What?

Now, e'where I pass
They wanna see the big booty mamma
Tapping some ass
And whether you believe it or not
You see us, So-So Def make ya'll true believers
My whole entourage keep it top notch
Evidently, we push V's from Bentleys to Drops
Got big things, baby
I'm still greedy to my enemies
I hope you keep on envying me
Yeah, uh

*Whatcha'll wanna do, huh?
Say you wanna get down, huh?
Watcha wanna do, huh?
Say you wanna get down, huh?
All we wanna do
(Say what, say what?)
Is party
(Uh huh, uh huh)
With you

Who dat?
She the one who love drama?
Keep it heated stay undefeated from the Chi comma Illinois
My crew make more noise than yours
Fifteen a night on tour, make 'em sick with no cure
As she sits by the bar she sips Cristies
In the midst of the party they bump hits by JD
The B.R.A.T., we the element
And you irrelevant
Get down off this shit

I don't pay attention to ya' hatin' and ya' bad looks
Just think about gettin' paper like Garth Brooks
Keep it off the hook
Let the world feel the touch
Ya'll doing too much, sayin' ya oughta see us
It's like this here
I rock the party with Cartier wristwear
In the six, pretty bitches with the long hair
And I got lots of dough, lots in sto'
C. to the E-O

*Repeat

See I get goosebumps when the baseline thumps
So phat now call me Professor Clump
I ain't gonna front, yeah, I like to floss
And I ain't gotta lie about the girls I toss, you know?

Betta' ask ya' lil' man's where his dough went
Needed mo' rent
We got bent, you know the rest
I split, spent some, lent some to my friends
If you wanna get down, you gotta get in

*Repeat

Ay, yeah
Ay, yeah (ooh)
Ay, yeah
Ay, yeah
Ay, yeah
Ay, yeah, hey
Ay, yeah
Ay, yeah

Said all I wanna do is make ya dance wit' me
Make you dance wit' me
See all I wanna do is make ya dance wit' me
Dance wit' me
Is that aight?
All I wanna do is make ya dance wit' me
Dance wit' me
See all I wanna do is make ya dance wit' me
Is that aight?
Come on

Ay, yeah (Come on)
Ay, yeah (Come on)
Ay, yeah (Come on)
Ay, yeah
Ay yeah
Ay yeah
Ay yeah
Ay yeah

(feat. Mr. Black & R.O.C.)

(JD)
See Quick, I told you man once we get a beat man
Shit like this right here
I got my nigga Black for me, uh
I got my nigga R.O.C. for me, uh
And y'all know who the fuck I be
And for a long time I think niggaz been taking So So Def for a joke
But I guess that's why we rich and y'all niggaz is broke

(R.O.C.)
Y'all got one chance to flow I let y'all know
While y'all stretch your mouth I stretch my dough
Also stretch the doors on my Navigators
Long as the Olajuwon
Rock mine a Phenomenon Mr. Smith style
You wanna get uh, oh here he is now
Dot to the O caughted blow your shit down
Dot to the C you're feelin' me now?
Anyhow y'all niggaz can't measure up
I'm here to get my cheddar and who ever mess it up?
Then I'mma blow these rounds out, wet 'em up
For my dawgs like DMX who pound like Kurupt
And Snoopy in the club getting at the groupies
Stash the uzi tonight flash the jewelry
And just post up we can't be touched
All my niggaz say, "WHAT WE DON'T GIVE A FUCK"! (UH)
B-boy style hot like tical
Four, five cal, check into the profile of a killa
Sonny Black my mellow, my ace playa get on the
Microphone and rock it please

(Mr. Black)
I'm make y'all niggaz feel the hit homie
None of y'all motherfuckers know me
Three times a niggaz like T.O.N.Y.
All up in your spot like Navy Seals, wave your steel
Lay your shit down, clown I'm for real
Spittin' Crips for chips, plant bombs in your whip
I bring the pain to the game on the real tip what?
Hittin' niggaz like JFK
For the pounds and the bricks and yay, hear what I say?
Squeezing off, just to mash and releasing off
Y'all motherfuckers shouldn't be so soft
Oh you type thug niggaz
Frump niggaz, yo I got no love niggaz
Expect the worse yo check it can make you see the hearse
Tell mama I'm about to break the button for the nurse
niggaz don't want it but they think they do
And soldiers should never fuck with me and my crew, who?

1 - (JD)
You know I'm gonna make them dance when I step in the club
(R.O.C.)
Well I know another way to make 'em put their hands up
(All)
I drop the beat on
I cock the heat on
I got this party niggaz
We lock the street corners

Repeat 1

(R.O.C.)
Well it's him again, the Timbaland lacer
You trembling in the faces, Detroit hates us
Take us, come smooth the hard shit, rock jewelry
Like Mr. Antarctic
Watch our hands move regardless of the chartless
Cock your automatic
So the safest thing for you to do is shut the fuck up
Let my crew do this (UH) like this niggaz from the bricks and (UH)
You don't want NWK to get to ya
So you heard we make believers out of dreamers
Now we make murder cases out of sleepers
S to the motherfuckers O to the S to the y'all damned
O to the D to the E F-uck you 'cause we buck you,
Y'all niggaz cant touch us

(Mr. Black)
Assume my position 'cause papermaking's a must
Straight mangle motherfuckers when it's time to bust
Lace flows with angel dust all up in your spot
We got no things with us, kind of dangerous
Don't fuck around and get caught in a verbal onslaught
'Cause I'm label your bills and my man Too $hort , ooh Lord
Getting down one more time
For making motherfuckers who be out on the run
I gotta get mine daily can't let these motherfuckers fade me
That's just the way my mama made me
Top size rider from the get go, known to spit flows
And keep them niggaz on their tiptoes
I goes to the extremity blind with weed and hennesy
I know you niggaz don't remember me
Got the flow poetic, and I stay diamond setted
Running over tracks like I'm Libyan, here's the past
Labeled a pussy, cash see her bounce
Shaking, moving, waiting, sipping the ounce
What's up with that? None of y'all niggaz can fuck with Black
Motherfucker where's your focus at?
JD my mellow my ace get on the mic and come rock please

(JD)
Nigga I feel like why you gon come if ain't on time
And ain't no need in coming out if you ain't gonna shine
That's why I am why I am with mine and y'all sick
While y'all keep it real we keep it rich
Just clowning, pounding, riding around in
Some of the most elite shit to ever hit the town
Screaming out how you like me now and I'm gettin busier
I stay platinum while y'all get dizzier
The difference between y'all is I get 'em out of their seats
And my balling techniques is out of your reach
Live and direct from the Peach State
Where we make hits, deep grits and steak, homes laced
We never hit the breaks just continue to speed
Y'all don't wanna fuck with me?

Spit at the world
My lyrics, I could spit at your girl
Spit when I hurl, spit on the Dutch and finish the twirl
Spit facts, spit on whacks my whole lifetime
Spit on my watch, make the ice shine
Spit trife lines, .44 spit slugs out
Ready to thug out at the clubhouse
Chickens who lickin' or spit a nut out
My name within itself is a language that bring you wealth
Careful, comin' at me is like hangin' yourself at a.....
I know you thought I'd be locked up
Dead by now, shot up, full of lead by now
Got up wit' JD doh', crazy dough
Queens with the So So Def, A-T-L's best (yeah I know)
Every ride up the 9-5, fly friendly skies
Thug passion for J Doves, Henneys for Nas
Then we mix that shit, tip that shit
Pass it around, hook the hood, everybody get wit' it

*Through thick and thin, from beginning to the end
Never do I lose, all I do is win
Cause Queens Bridge is in the house
This is Nas Escobar and I turns it out

**Through thick and thin, from beginning to the end
Never do I lose, all I do is win
Cause Collin Park is in the house
They call me Don Chi Chi and I turns it out

I'm sumpin' y'all dread like locks, get bread by the flocks
Bitches love me and I'm duggy from the head to the socks
Too much to handle, here da man of the year
Hit rooms and light'em up like a chandelier
From C-P to the Bridge, y'all know what it is
Been gettin' money like this since I was a kid
I'm in the corner with bitches and buckets of Cris
Pourin' at the most goin'est nigga wit' shit that showin' it
Now look at my ice, look at your ice, DAMN
Look at my life, look at your life, DAMN
See, I got niggas wantin' to drop me, top me, stop me
Copy Chi to the T cause I'm nice in the 3 black same color
AMG's
T.V's, front and back pack with nuttin' but ladies
You can look up or down, right or left
But all you gon' hear and see is So So Def

** Repeat

* Repeat

Touch the whole global with cold vocals and dark words
Vocal cords translate what my drunk heart slurs
Chest clogged up with sparked up herb, I feel faint
Tryin' to hold myself together, coulda spilt my own drink
All I hear is beats bumpin', I'm seein' in doubles
Last thing I need to happen is to be in a scuffle
Where my dogs at? These ain't my niggas I loah
Help the guard, forgot my niggas took some girls to the car
Tryin' to make it through the crowd, which way is out?
Which way is around? These grimy motherfucker's pointin' me
out
I wish I had the drink, but then I'm too intoxed to aim and
put the clip in
It's like the floor's wet and every step is like I'm slippin'
And yo, I can't lose a step, I feel my enemies followin'
All I got as a weapon is this Hennessee bottle
I'm talkin' to myself, my peoples should be stickin' with me
Somebody grabbed me up, "Yo Nas, come take this picture wit'
me"
My ice strillon, I'm feelin' my arm
Thought my Roley was gone, now I wanna swing but I'm calm
Still got that, DJ musta threw on another hot track
Think it was this one here, bounce to that
Too much Thug Passion and smokin'
Made it outside, mouth wide, vomittin', gaggin' and chokin'
From behind, niggas plottin' and scopin'
Everything was blurry at first, but now shit is movin' in
slow motion
I saw my niggas pull up, Perelli's they skidded
They open the car door and toss-ed me in it
My cats tried to rob me, the crowd was rowdy
But one thing's for sure, So So Def know how to party

All night long ('til when?)
Til the early morn (it don't stop)
And uh (it don't quit)
And uh (So So Def with the dope shit, bitch!)

Just show me the Bounce J,
once I get the bounce, I'mma be good.
Niggas gon' hate me I get that.
Then I'll have everything

*Fuckin' with my dough is like fuckin' with my pride
& fuckin' with my hoes is like fuckin' with my high
That's two things in life that you just don't mess with
Act like a trick & like a trick you get dealt with

Now I know you love my lazy flow
but here come my crazy flow
Do this shit 'cause it make me dough
do it again to make me more
Rich is only way to go
givin' you what you pay me for
What you lookin' shady for?
Bitch you ain't got my baby hoe.
Top down 64 radio AC blow
They peep though think that automatically
'cause this nigga roll with Puff Daddyo
he gotta be ridin' in a B-E-N-T-L-E but why?
Cause you see a young nigga like me out doing it
wanna come & put ya two in it
wanna ruin it see me pursuin' it
& wanna spend what's mine
First you wouldn't give me the time
now you gotta get in line
Think that Mase gon' trick a dime
you out ya fuckin' mind
See I'm bout it bout it now is you with it with it?
Bitch I don't care how you get ya dough you get it get it
Now you can't claim to be a pimp & then go be committed
Just like you hit it hit it man another nigga don' hit it
uhhh

*Repeat (x2)

Hoes know to fuck with me & they'll be set fo' life
lookin' nice sex right livin' in my paradise
I been makin' millions since I was young
& still clockin' still rockin' hoe hoppin'
showin' all y'all niggas how it's done
You know So So sell copies like Kinko's
so ya better bend before ya go saying too much shit
'cause all I'm about is makin' dough
& makin' mo' keepin' my glow sho nuff
unlike yo' stuff I make the shit that
keep 'em runnin' to the sto'
Swappin' drop tops on the regular
spittin' game on the cellular
If I meet a hoe and the hoe ain't tryin' to fuck
then the hell with her I'm tellin' ya
Shit we do ya can't erase
took a little change of pace me & Mase
for the niggas that hate
we still up in yo' fuckin' face.

*Repeat (x2)

Uhh Now why the fuck you keep blamin' me?
You the one that try to shoot game to me
Thug ass bitch you claim to be
y'all hoes never meant a thang to me
Frontin' ass niggas want to roll with us
go with us spend a little dough with us
got a crush hush on this slim chick
with the wet lips & the set hips
Too much smoke in the Lex' whip
can't pick who I wanna sex with
got more weed than a li'l bit
Hydro ain't no bullshit
Then I come through in the 6 drop
me & Li'l Cease doin' the Wop
Infrared clips filled to the top
y'all niggas need to stop
C-Can I say it again say it again?
Better come through with a little more win
B.I.G. is a slogan R.I.P. 'til I see ya again
Ain't no tellin' in this life of sin
how much dough you got to spend
Take so long you got to bend
Grab yo' man snatch yo' bitch
fill them flames with them clips
When the cops come stash the Indo
better throw the weed up out the window
Wannabe clowns got jokes ain't shit funny
play y'all niggas like dummies click-click
Show me the Money!!

*Repeat (x2)

In the Ferrari or Jaguar
switchin four lanes
With the top down screamin out
Money ain't a thang
Bubble hard in the double R
flashin the rings
With the window cracked holler back
Money ain't a thang
Jigga I don't like it
if it don't gleam clean
And to hell with the price
cause the money ain't a thang
Put it down hard for my dogs
that's locked in the bang
When you hit the bricks new whips
Money ain't a thang
Come on y'all wanna floss wit us
all across the ball
we burn it up
Drop a little paper
baby toss it up
slackin on your pimpin
turn it up
See the money ain't a thang
I flex the rol'
sign a check for yo' hoe
Jigga's style is love X and O
Save all your accolades
just the dough
My game is wide all lames aside
Tryin to stay alive
hundred thou' for the bracelet
Foolish ain't I
The chain'll strain ya eye
Twin platinum gun son
aim for the sky
Ice on my bullet
you die soon as I pull it
Willies wanna rub shoulders
your money's too young
See me when it gets older
ya bank account grow up
Mine's is one zero zero zero oh doub
Damn near out the rear trunk
when I roll up
Multi til I close up it's all basic
I been spending hundreds
since they had small faces
Rob your stash house
doubled out down in Vegas
Me and Jermaine Dupri
got it locked crazy
In the Ferrari or Jaguar
switchin four lanes
With the top down screamin out
Money ain't a thang
Bubble hard in the double R
flashin the rings
With the window cracked holler back
Money ain't a thang
Jigga I don't like it
if it don't gleam clean
And to hell with the price
cause the money ain't a thang
Put it down hard for my dogs
that's locked in the bang
When you hit the bricks new whips
Money ain't a thang
y'all wanna floss wit us
cause all across the ball
we burn it up
Drop a little paper
baby toss it up
slackin on your pimpin
turn it up
See the money ain't a thang
cake thick I live the life
Eatin' crab watching bitches
shake shit all night
I make the big moves
do the big things
Take small groups
turn them into big names
The big dog with the big chain
frost bit bracelet to match
Cats say I'm the shit man
The type of nigga
that you need in yo' crew
Type of dude that will do shit
you won't do can't do
Get more burnt than a candle
Too hot to hold too much to handle
In the black C low
he know if she look
She go bye bye with da da
and I ain't gotta say no more
I'm the truth like air
got the proof and stay fly
In the safest shit
you could never buy
Know why Cause I write the songs
that the whole world sing
I know bout y'all
but every night I swing
In the Ferrari or Jaguar
switchin four lanes
With the top down screamin out
Money ain't a thang
Bubble hard in the double R
flashin the rings
With the window cracked holler back
Money ain't a thang
Jigga I don't like it
if it don't gleam clean
And to hell with the price
cause the money ain't a thang
Put it down hard for my dogs
that's locked in the bang
When you hit the bricks new whips
Money ain't a thang
y'all wanna floss wit us
all across the ball
we burn it up
Drop a little paper
baby toss it up
slackin on your pimpin
turn it up
See the money ain't a thang
shit ain't for real
til y'all ship a mil'
And ya hit a R&B chick
and she fit the bill
Said she loved my necklace
started relaxin
Now that's what the fuck
I call a chain reaction
Went from wholesome to Jigga
you owed some
Baby I don't play all my
jewelry is light grey
Platinum spend your
whole life in the day
What's down is a bet roll the dice
So what you went gold
and rock a Roley with the ice bezel
It's gonna take a lot more
to see my level
Where I'm at your check
you better double that
And personally your raps is
where the trouble at
I'm a Benz bubble cat
leather with the wood grain
In the platinum frame screaming
it's not a game
Gleaming from ear to ear
wrist to wrist ring and chain
Even me and Jay Z
got it locked crazy
In the Ferrari or Jaguar
switchin four lanes
With the top down screamin out
Money ain't a thang
Bubble hard in the double R
flashin the rings
With the window cracked holler back
Money ain't a thang
Jigga I don't like it
if it don't gleam clean
And to hell with the price
cause the money ain't a thang
Put it down hard for my dogs
that's locked in the bang
When you hit the bricks new whips
Money ain't a thang
y'all wanna floss wit us
all across the ball
we burn it up
Drop a little paper
baby toss it up
slackin on your pimpin
turn it up
See the money ain't a thang
So So Def Roc A Fella collabo'
You know all we do is rock
Rock on

Wednesday: 4:20 P.M.
Don't you f**kin' hang up on me, who the f**k do you think you are?
Do you know who the f**k your hanging up on?
Don't f**kin' hang up on me
(Oh man I'm sick of these bitches)
Wednesday: 8:20 P.M.
Jermaine? where are you?
(Oh God, God, more bitches)
JD - Ya know, I'm getting real sick of all these slutty ass bitches
Da Brat - I'm about sick of these dumb muthaf**kas that bullshit
JD - Ya know, bitches be playin' too many games, ya know, we don't play
no games
Da Brat - Man, f**k niggas, all of ya's are dumb muthaf**kas pricks
JD - Now Playas, don't cha hate when a girl try to make ya wait
When ya know deep down she wanna get down
But she keep talkin' you to death and playin' around
Da Brat - Now Ladies, don't cha hate when a nigga try to f**k on the
first date
Thinkin' that we mean yes when we say no
And they ain't spend no dough, nigga all that's got to
go
(Da Brat)
It's funny how niggas get a bitch bent, and wanna f**k till there stiff
dick get lift
Gotta pay for my shit, my grit, my six, love me like I love a dog with
interest
I don't flaunt for no broke nigga with garnet, if his heart's in it
start spinnin'
Keep me grinnin' with that shit, we could f**k till the springs pop on
the matress
The fact is I'ma flat bitch, I show that, you muthaf**kas would love to
hit 'em in bed, no doubt
Some of ya'll give head too quick, in the bed too quick, first think of
them chest then
If he leave you, you could still grieve through the weak with a few G
snacks, easy
If it's me you wanna get at, I'm with that, invest in some pussy ass
grit at
JD - Now Playas, don't cha hate when a girl try to make ya wait
When ya know deep down she wanna get down
But she keep talkin' you to death and playin' around
Da Brat - Now Ladies, don't cha hate when a nigga try to f**k on the
first date
Thinkin' that we mean yes when we say no
And they ain't spend no dough, nigga all that's got to
go
(JD)
It's funny how bitches get a nigga bent, tryin' to act so god damn
innocent
With all that shit ya'll put us through when ya'll know ya'll want it as
bad as we do
I'm one of the few that could see through shit, I don't do shit til' we
do shit for rich, bitch
For the tricken' ain't nothing, if I trick, somebodies f**kin'
I'ma playa, I show that and what I do don't stop, know that
See a lot of ya'll trick and get got, not me, if I trick I get head on
the spot
On the bed, in the drop, on the elevator all the way to the top
See it tastes good, don't it? - So why the f**k ya'll front when ya know
ya want it
JD - Now Playas, don't cha hate when a girl try to make ya wait
When ya know deep down she wanna get down
But she keep talkin' you to death and playin' around
Da Brat - Now Ladies, don't cha hate when a nigga try to f**k on the
first date
Thinkin' that we mean yes when we say no
And they ain't spend no dough, nigga all that's got to go
(LaTocha Scott of Xscape)
When I need the money, I know who to hit
When I make the call, ya better jump to it
I'm tired of ya'll acting like God on it
'cause when I call, you jump jump jump to it
JD - Now Playas, don't cha hate when a girl try to make ya wait
When ya know deep down she wanna get down
But she keep talkin' you to death and playin' around
Da Brat - Now Ladies, don't cha hate when a nigga try to f**k on the
first date
Thinkin' that we mean yes when we say no
And they ain't spend no dough, nigga all that's got to go
Repeat 2 more times

[Slick Rick]
Yeah, you know what I'm sayin'
Y'all niggas been poppin' an awful lot of shit for a while now
Talking all that shit
Like y'all motherfuckers got so much motherfuckin' personality and shit (yeah)
All of y'all poppin' all that fly shit, tryin' to dis niggas and all that
bullshit, know what I'm sayin? (yeah)
But you know deep down i your motherfuckin' hearts, y'all niggas is BOOOMBS
compared to this nigga named Slick Rick
You know that shit, you been knew that shit (yeah)
Y'all motherfuckers been knew that motherfucker might come back and kick ya'll
motherfuckin' ass (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

[JD]
YO! TURN IT UP! [2X]
Y'ALL GOTTA TURN IT UP
DO LIKE I DO HA HA

[Slick Rick]
Ladies and gents, let the teacher start
I am the greatest rapper, walk, talk, eat, shit, fart
You motherfuckers can't see me
Even with a patch on my eye, I'm dreamy
All in the grill of the gruesome
1, 2, 3, 7 diamonds on the twosome
Schedule, I aim to be in Atlanta with the legendary Jermaine Dupri

[JD]
Uh huh, I'm more delicious than shit outta cook books
See I'll even make Salvation Army clothes look good (you know)
That divine, so fine, don't even wear the same underwear 2 times

[SR]
JD, not the one to fuck around with
Heard ya got the whole entire state locked down, kid

[JD]
That's right so don't ask us who the best
From the north to the south to the east to the west
We're...

[Chorus]
Fresh, dressed like a million bucks
Still worn the Bally shoes and the fly green socks
We're fresh, dressed like a million bucks
Still worn the Bally sodadadadada socks

[JD]
Come on, kids, Jermaine Dupri a wiz
Walkin' down the street, you kow mindin' my own biz
My man girlfriend started actin' like she hoein'
"Hey JD, where your fine ass going?"
To the studio, I told her frontin'
Unless you wanna take it in the cooler or sumpin'

[SR] For real and that shit ain't a fact?

[JD]
She said that she would meet me at my house around 10
Not to mention, a nice tender body
10 o'clock, here came the red beau hotty
My man girl told totally deceptive
Still I try to fuck the full out the bitch rectum
See, the woman so shady
Talkin' bout actin' like she upped and offed JD
Now she wanna kiss and caress cause i left a couple of bite marks on the hun's
breasts I'm...

[Chorus 2x]

[SR]
When the doubt falls, my door they knock up on
Designers even ask me what they need to stock up on
Why the fuck did ya like to done pest us
When the tag team ya hearin' is untouchable, peasant?
Slick, Jermaine Dupri back as the fat trackers
We'll diarrhea up on your black ass
Babies jump out the carriage
Could even fix the Hillary and Clinton marriage
Charisma now felt
To the point where even I could make even lesbians melt
Models bookin' at me
Could even make her grandmother catch an orgasm lookin' at me (you know)
It's kinda outlandish, rastas even say
"What kind fine young man dis"
So don't put me to the test
From the north, from the south to the east to the west
We're...

[Chorus til end]

(feat. Keith Sweat & R.O.C.)

(JD talking to R.O.C.)

(JD)
I'm feelin' that 2x, is you wit' me?
I'm the type you see at the bar, fresh, buyin' it up
And every girl I talk to, yeah I'm tryin' to cut
I tell'em all I'm Chi Chi and it's nice to meet ya
Real quick, I tell how she got all the right features
The jams come on and the glasses get refilled
We dance and watch the relations build
Now I'm all up in her ear and she listenin'
At the same time, watchin' how a nigga glistenin'
BLING! BLING! I'm thinkin' it's bout time to go
Get the B out of valet and start the late night show
Niggas hate, I know but I don't stop I shine
I'm in the club every week, same place, same time
Same thing on the mind, PARTY! PARTY!
So the hell with all that, we tryin' to find somebody
The right kind 'fore the lights come off
Shit, I'm tryin' to take sumpin' home

(Chorus)
Now if I buy you a drink and you drink it up
Then, uh, you goin' home with me (and all my niggas say)
And if you talkin' at a party and we talk too much
Then, uh, we goin' home with me
Now if you came with a friend that don't wanna do my man
Then you need to give her your keys
Tell her to call you tomorrow or give you a beep
Cause tonight, you going home with me, ya heard?

(JD)
Now, is it because my name's Jermaine? no
It's all about how I kick my game, you know?
I just flow with it, spend a little dough with it
Entertain, before you know, I'm in your brain doing my thang
Tellin' you how good you smell
Send you up for a drop top cruise through the A-T-L
Now when they tipsy, it's risky, you don't know what you facin'
Fuck around and end up like Anthony Mason
So I let'em know a few things before we leave
Like, "it's true, I tapes damn near everything"
So don't even think about lyin', baby
Or try baby, to set me up for rape cause it's all on tape
Where you said put the cake
How you fed me the grapes
What I did with the ice that made you shake, shake
Now when the night's over and the girl is gone
I'm back up in the club singin' the same damn song

(Chorus)

Now, walk in, I'm the grown man that you figure to trick
But I'm feelin' your dress, girl and lovin' your hips
But I'm buggin' off this, "Why you stuck on the wrist?"
Golddigger, huh, mommy? Oh, you ain't that bitch?
Ain't that some shit? Suddenly, you hugs and kisses
Gotta be the dough you holdin' so obvious wit' it
I get G's to flash, T.V.'s in the dash
See Sinbad, watchin' Vibe, ladies clockin' to ride
Luxury flows, lengerie hoes, R.O.C. hit'em mo' than Jose Conseco
Uh, RBI's, orange top fly, the brown skin, slim
The nice braids, brown eyes
R.O.C.'s stay pimpin' from Jersey to Richmond
Y'all playas waitin' to ball like 6th men
I'm done with the game, point spread by a hundred
Speakin' of hundreds, five's is a nice way to slide it, let's ride

(Chorus)

(feat.Jay-Z)

Uh uh
So So Def
Yeah, yeah

Chorus: Jermaine Dupri and Jay-Z

(Jermaine Dupri)
In the Ferrari or Jaguar, switchin four lanes
With the top down screamin out, money ain't a thang
(Jay-Z)
Bubble hard in the double R flashin the rings
With the window cracked, holler back, money ain't a thang
(Jermaine Dupri)
Jigga, I don't like it if it don't gleam gleam
And to hell with the price cause the money ain't a thang
(Jay-Z)
Put it down hard for my dogs that's locked in the bang
When you hit the bricks, new whips, money ain't a thang

(Jermaine Dupri)
Come on, y'all wanna floss wit us
Cause all across the ball we burn it up
Drop a little paper, baby toss it up
Ya slackin on your pimpin, turn it up
See the money ain't a thang

(Jay-Z)
I flex the Rol', sign a check for yo' hoe
Jigga's style is love, X and O
Save all your accolades, just the dough
My game is wide, all lames aside
Tryin to stay alive, hundred thou' for the bracelet
Foolish, ain't I? The chain'll strain ya eye
Twin platinum gun son, aim for the sky
Ice on my bullet, you die soon as I pull it
Willies wanna rub shoulders, your money's too young
See me when it gets older, ya bank account grow up
Mine's is one-zero-zero-zero-oh-doub'
Damn near out the rear trunk when I roll up
Multi til I close up, it's all basic
I been spending hundreds since they had small faces
Rob your stash house, doubled out down in Vegas
Me and J.D. got it locked crazy
Where you at haters?

Chorus

(Jermaine Dupri)
My cake thick, I live the life
Eatin' crab, watching bitches shake shit all night
I make the big moves, do the big things
Take small groups, turn them into big names
The big dog with the big chain, frostbit bracelet to match
Cats say I'm the shit man
The type of nigga that you need in yo' crew
Type of dude that will do shit you won't do, can't do
Get more burn than a candle
Too hot to hold, too much to handle
In the black C-low, he know if she look
She go bye-bye with da-da and I ain't gotta say no mo'
I'm "The Truth" like A.I., got the proof and stay fly
In the safest shit you could never buy
Know why? Cause I write the songs that the whole world sing
I don't know about y'all but every night I swing

Chorus

(Jay-Z)
Ya'll shit ain't for real til y'all ship a mil'
And ya hit a R&B chick and she fit the bill
Said she loved my necklace, started relaxin
Now that's what the fuck I call a chain reaction
Went from wholesome to Jigga, you awe-some
Baby, I don't play all my jewelry is light grey
Platinum, spend your whole life in the day
What's down is a bet, roll the dice

(Jermaine Dupri)
Yeah, yeah, so let's play
So what you went gold and rock a Roley with the ice bezel
It's gon' take a lot mo' to see my level
Where I'm at, your check, you better double that
And personally your raps is where the trouble at
I'm a Benz bubble cat, leather with the wood grain
In the platinum frame screamin it's not a game
Gleamin, from ear to ear, wrist to wrist, ring and chain
Even me and Jay-Z got it locked, crazy

Chorus

(Jermaine Dupri)
So So Def, Roc-A-Fella, collabo'
You know, all we do is..

Rock, rock on (*repeat to fade*)

Biiiiiiiiiach
What cha wanna do
We're the Legion of Doom

1472 is the same cut throat and locs
and plenty dopes can you cope
You can call me Count Chocula
I control all the bitches, Chi-Chi control the riches
and fly surf the snitches

Look up in the sky as the fly
My herion wip, clip on hip, now trip on this
A bunch of outlaws try to take my town
set up shop, run me out, and cut me down
And how that safe, when I'm the illa-superhero
born and raised on that muthafucking underground
Brrrrbrrrrbrrrr stick 'em, ha haha stick 'em
try to catch me slip 'em but now you about to be my victim
I'm not aquaman but a aqua-boogie
I'm sorta like a monster, chasin' cookies
And I spin a web any size you can call me to fly
I walk walls and this is for all my dogs
(WOOF!)
I'm like the wonder twins, my style activates
the many niggas get in it and try to paper hate
It's fly, the rider maine and ri (man, man)
I do it like a muthafucking rider
And I represent all the time and
I represent the mad ass fuckin' eastside
(eastside) -look out, look out, come out
cause here comes the rider man
(rider man), nigga

I rock the blue cake on 'em, drop the weight on 'em
the more they hate, the more I elevate on 'em
I swerve and collect, serve and protect
never hit the streets without the ice on my neck
I'm all about partying, hoes, and getting paper
they call me Chi-Chi and do it up cape crusader
Contact through the frame no mistakes
to bank rules back in town and it's on us to shut 'em down
now fly what cha wanna do (nigga what)

Let's put this shit down my lil' homey Mr. Turner with the murder
He got my back you know he put me up on game
When they get up, they getting lite up, heat that shit up
Enough sed, don't tell it, jus sell it
we blowin' in the wind and we gunna ride til' we win
young soldier stickin' to it we put the folger
It's your turn gone get on up and get the light
and don't forget to grab your strap

Look up in the sky, it's a bird, no it ain't
it's the Legion of Doom ain't a damn thing changed
Keep it safe and sound, get it locked down
and you don't have to worry when we in your town

Just a young muthafucker from the street
forced to be a G-angsta, knock-knock with a glock, pump-pump answer
Throw your hands up nigga, yeah death's a callin
went from petty deaf bank robber straight to ballin'
Stop with us, walk with us as we bust through
the doors 40's fallin' like parts in us off in dust
steroes got many hoes in, plenty dope plus we fly as fuck
Duct tape while room up, toe tag 'em
have him feel the strength of a black magnum
Body bag him, nobody is as bad as them
as shown as them, set kissed like FM
Life in 1-4-7 to the deuce, right then
I slipped in the bullet-proof suit
And swoop down on the bank ruler with the gats
waiting for the permission to cancel his ass
Handle his ass
I love to see his guts and his blood spill
and cracked up as I drugged as I rise flying up high with a 45
if a red demon in it from the sky
Drop and i put the barrel right between his eyes
and said you fuck with the Legion and now you must die
We serve and protect all the hustlers
and G's from the west to the north, south and back to the east


No it ain't (no it ain't, no it ain't)
Mean a damn thing changed (changed, changed, changed)
Got it locked down (locked down, locked down)
When we in your town (in your town)

Look up in the sky (in the sky)
No it ain't (no it ain't, no it ain't)
Mean a damn thing changed (changed, changed, changed)
Got it locked down (locked down, locked down)
And you won't have to worry when we in your town (in your town....)

(feat. Mariah Carey)

Answering Machine: Tuesday, 7:56 P.M.
Girl: What's up, Jermaine? I miss you.
JD: Mmm.
Girl: Do me a favor. Tell your friends you're not going out tonight.
I got a little bit of that Cristal, some of that Yak.
And, oh. Better yet, I got on what you like to see in the most.
JD: Word!
Girl: So, we're fucking tonight.
JD: Ha, ha, ha. For sure. Ha, ha.

(JD - Verse 1)
Uh, ha
What you thinkin' about?
You and me baby goin' one-on-one (say what)
JD y'all (uh huh, So So Def)
MC y'all (what you think about)
I'm the man to fulfill your needs
Get you everything that you see in your dreams (c'mon)
Baby, let nothing and nobody tear us apart
If forever you'll be my sweetheart

(Mariah Carey - Verse 2)
Boy, haven't you noticed (say what)
The gleam in my eyes (uh, huh)
Because of you
I'm a little hypnotized (yeah)
But everytime you're with me (uh)
Feel so positive
That with you a little love
Somethings gotta give

(Mariah Carey - Hook)
A full moon is waiting in the twilight
Maybe soon you will come to be my knight
Here we are
Hoping that we'll never part
Stay with me

Chorus: (2x)
MC: Baby, won't you be my sweetheart (my sweetheart)
MC: We can share a storybook romance
JD: What you think about
JD: What you think about
JD: You and me, baby, goin' one-on-one
MC: Won't you be my sweetheart
MC: We can share a storybook romance
MC: Just deep in love

(Mariah Carey - Verse 3)
You are no Casanova (ha, ha, ha)
I'll know that you'll be true
And that's why (uh)
I'm so in love with you (me, too)
But this romantic evening
You led me at my door (yeah, yeah)
But tonight, I'd like us to explore

Hook:
Chorus: (2x)

(Verse 4)
Na, na, na, na, na (say what)
Na, na, na, na, na (like that)
Na, na, na, na, na
Na, na, na, na, na, na, na (bring it down, ooh)
Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (putcha hand in the air)

(JD - Verse 5)
JD y'all
MC y'all
See, I saw you at the party
With your eyes on me
Fittin' the description
Of what I want my bride to be (ha, ha)
As live as me
Don't know the same guys as me
But a lot of style
Unusual name like Ivory
I agree with my niggas
You the baddest
I ever seen in a long time (uh)
But woman with her own shine
Is her own time
And it's on hit
Cuz I'm tired of dealin'
With the wrong kind
Getting non' but the bullshit
She got a playa
Tryin' to think of new things to say (sup, baby)
She up in the corner
Sippin' Don P, Rosee' (yeah)
Shakin' it up with the homegirls
Payin' no attention to us
They in they own world
'Hey, yo, girl'
I'm the man to fulfill your needs
Get you everything you see in your dreams
Baby, let nothing and nobody tear us apart
If forever you'll be my sweetheart

(Verse 6)
MC: Sounds so right (uh, huh)
MC: The mood is right
JD: Say what
JD: MC, baby, sing it to me
MC: To keep me warm
MC: Away from harm
MC: Nowhere better than my baby's arms
MC: MC: Sounds so right (uh, huh)
MC: The mood is right
JD: Say what
JD: MC, baby, sing it to me To keep me warm
MC: Away from harm
JD: C'mon, baby, you can be my
MC: Won't you be my
MC: Sweetheart
JD: Sweetheart

Chorus to fade:

JD: Mariah, you're on fire
JD: JD y'all
MC: You know I need your love, romance
JD: Yeah, yeah, me too
JD: All that shit

[JD]
Come on
See, I been lookin' at the game, ya know?
And I see it ain't too many ya'll
That can make 'em dance like I do
(You say you wanna dance, say you wanna get down?)
The thing what's funny is
Ya'll got the nerve to wanna P.H.D. me
Cuz I'm making all the money
HA HA HA HA HA

[JD]
While ya'll ride matchbox, I push the hot wheels
Don Chi-Chi with the mass appeal
Lettin' champagne spills on my house in the grill
And all I'm about is the dolla' dolla' bill
Makin' ya' dance every chance I get
And hata's sayin' damn, will he ever catch bricks?
Nah, I don't catch those, keep it ghetto
Stayin' wit' the best hoes, on the east and the west coast
What?

[Da Brat]
Now, e'where I pass
They wanna see the big booty mamma
Tapping some ass
And whether you believe it or not
You see us, So-So Def make ya'll true believers
My whole entourage keep it top notch
Evidently, we push V's from Bentleys to Drops
Got big things, baby
I'm still greedy to my enemies
I hope you keep on envying me
Yeah, uh

[JD]
Whatcha'll wanna do, huh?
Say you wanna get down, huh?
Watcha wanna do, huh?
Say you wanna get down, huh?

[Usher]
All we wanna do
(Say what, say what?)
Is party
(Uh huh, uh huh)
With you

[Da Brat]
Who dat?
She the one who love drama?
Keep it heated stay undefeated from the Chi comma Illinois
My crew make more noise than yours
Fifteen a night on tour, make 'em sick with no cure
As she sits by the bar she sips Cristies
In the midst of the party they bump hits by JD
The B.R.A.T., we the element

(Nas)
Spit at the world
My lyrics, I could spit at your girl
Spit when I hurl, spit on the Dutch and finish the twirl
Spit facts, spit on whacks my whole lifetime
Spit on my watch, make the ice shine
Spit trife lines, .44 spit slugs out
Ready to thug out at the clubhouse
Chickens who lickin' or spit a nut out
My name within itself is a language that bring you wealth
Careful, comin' at me is like hangin' yourself at a.....
I know you thought I'd be locked up
Dead by now, shot up, full of lead by now
Got up wit' JD doh', crazy dough
Queens with the So So Def, A-T-L's best (yeah I know)
Every ride up the 9-5, fly friendly skies
Thug passion for J Doves, Henneys for Nas
Then we mix that shit, tip that shit
Pass it around, hook the hood, everybody get wit' it
(Chorus)
(Nas)
Through thick and thin, from beginning to the end
Never do I lose, all I do is win
Cause Queens Bridge is in the house
This is Nas Escobar and I turns it out
(JD)
Through thick and thin, from beginning to the end
Never do I lose, all I do is win
Cause Collin Park is in the house
They call me Don Chi Chi and I turns it out
(JD)
I'm sumpin' y'all dread like locks, get bread by the flocks
Bitches love me and I'm duggy from the head to the socks
Too much to handle, here da man of the year
Hit rooms and light'em up like a chandelier
From C-P to the Bridge, y'all know what it is
Been gettin' money like this since I was a kid
I'm in the corner with bitches and buckets of Cris
Pourin' at the most goin'est nigga wit' shit that showin' it
Now look at my ice, look at your ice, DAMN
Look at my life, look at your life, DAMN
See, I got niggas wantin' to drop me, top me, stop me
Copy Chi to the T cause I'm nice in the 3 black same color AMG's
T.V's, front and back pack with nuttin' but ladies
You can look up or down, right or left
But all you gon' hear and see is So So Def
(Chorus, JD then Nas)
Touch the whole global with cold vocals and dark words
Vocal cords translate what my drunk heart slurs
Chest clogged up with sparked up herb, I feel faint
Tryin' to hold myself together, coulda spilt my own drink
All I hear is beats bumpin', I'm seein' in doubles
Last thing I need to happen is to be in a scuffle
Where my dogs at? These ain't my niggas I loah
Help the guard, forgot my niggas took some girls to the car
Tryin' to make it through the crowd, which way is out?
Which way is around? These grimy motherf**ker's pointin' me out
I wish I had the drink, but then I'm too intoxed to aim and put the clip
in
It's like the floor's wet and every step is like I'm slippin'
And yo, I can't lose a step, I feel my enemies followin'
All I got is a weapon and this Hennessee bottle
I'm talkin' to myself, my peoples should be stickin' with me
Somebody grabbed me up, "Yo Nas, come take this picture wit' me"
My ice strillon, I'm feelin' my arm
Thought my Roley was gone, now I wanna swing but I'm calm
Still got that, DJ musta threw on another hot track
Think it was this one here, bounce to that
Too much Thug Passion and smokin'
Made it outside, mouth wide, vomittin', gaggin' and chokin'
From behind, niggas plottin' and scopin'
Everything was blurry at first, but now shit is movin' in slow motion
I saw my niggas pull up, Perelli's they skidded
They open the car door and toss-ed me in it
My cats tried to rob me, the crowd was rowdy
But one thing's for sure, So So Def know how to party
(Backdrop)
All night long {'til when?}
Til the early morn (it don't stop)
And uh (it don't quit)
And uh (So So Def with the dope shit, bitch!)

(feat. Mase & Lil' Kim)

Mase (talking): Just show me the Bounce J,
once I get the bounce, I'mma be good.
Niggas gon' hate me I get that.
Then I'll have everything

J.D. (overlapping Mase)
Fuckin' with my dough is like fuckin' with my pride
& fuckin' with my hoes is like fuckin' with my high
That's two things in life that you just don't mess with
Act like a trick & like a trick you get dealt with

Mase
Now I know you love my lazy flow
but here come my crazy flow
Do this shit 'cause it make me dough
do it again to make me more
Rich is only way to go
givin' you what you pay me for
What you lookin' shady for?
Bitch you ain't got my baby hoe.
Top down 64 radio AC blow
They peep though think that automatically
'cause this nigga roll with Puff Daddyo
he gotta be ridin' in a B-E-N-T-L-E but why?
Cause you see a young nigga like me out doing it
wanna come & put ya two in it
wanna ruin it see me pursuin' it
& wanna spend what's mine
First you wouldn't give me the time
now you gotta get in line
Think that Mase gon' trick a dime
you out ya fuckin' mind
See I'm bout it bout it now is you with it with it?
Bitch I don't care how you get ya dough you get it get it
Now you can't claim to be a pimp & then go be committed
Just like you hit it hit it man another nigga don' hit it
uhhh

J.D. (Chorus)
Fuckin' with my dough is like fuckin' with my pride
& fuckin' with my hoes is like fuckin' with my high
That's two things in life that you just don't mess with
Act like a trick & like a trick you get dealt with
(Repeat)

J.D.
Hoes know to fuck with me & they'll be set fo' life
lookin' nice sex right livin' in my paradise
I been makin' millions since I was young
& still clockin' still rockin' hoe hoppin'
showin' all y'all niggas how it's done
You know So So sell copies like Kinko's
so ya better bend before ya go saying too much shit
'cause all I'm about is makin' dough
& makin' mo' keepin' my glow sho nuff
unlike yo' stuff I make the shit that
keep 'em runnin' to the sto'
Swappin' drop tops on the regular
spittin' game on the cellular
If I meet a hoe and the hoe ain't tryin' to fuck
then the hell with her I'm tellin' ya
Shit we do ya can't erase
took a little change of pace me & Mase
for the niggas that hate
we still up in yo' fuckin' face.

Chorus

Lil' Kim
Uhh Now why the fuck you keep blamin' me?
You the one that try to shoot game to me
Thug ass bitch you claim to be
y'all hoes never meant a thang to me
Frontin' ass niggas want to roll with us
go with us spend a little dough with us
got a crush hush on this slim chick
with the wet lips & the set hips
Too much smoke in the Lex' whip
can't pick who I wanna sex with
got more weed than a li'l bit
Hydro ain't no bullshit
Then I come through in the 6 drop
me & Li'l Cease doin' the Wop
Infrared clips filled to the top
y'all niggas need to stop
C-Can I say it again say it again?
Better come through with a little more win
B.I.G. is a slogan R.I.P. 'til I see ya again
Ain't no tellin' in this life of sin
how much dough you got to spend
Take so long you got to bend
Grab yo' man snatch yo' bitch
fill them flames with them clips
When the cops come stash the Indo
better throw the weed up out the window
Wannabe clowns got jokes ain't shit funny
play y'all niggas like dummies click-click
Show me the Money!!

Chorus

JD:
Yo
I'm still lookin' at the game y'know (heh heh)
And I see that's there's a lotta niggas that's just frontin'
Basically y'know I mean? Yo
Blinky Blink:
Yo I'm doing 150 wildin' (uh huh)
Headin' out the city island
I see this shorty with the pretty smile and (uh huh)
Pushing a Prelude 'Hey you'
Diamond stud up in your navel
Actin' lika a course nine G's (c'mon)
A real fine queen, eyes was light green (yeah)
And had a tattoo, written in Chinese
Only 25, spent her money wise
Work out everyday, I could tell by her tummy size
Baby $ta$e:
Damn you got some funny eyes
Blink:
Yea, I blink a lot, drink a lot (mmm)
You could catch me at the rink a lot (uh huh)
But enough about me, ma, you look amazing
Are you Haitian?
$ta$e:
I'm half that and half Asian, my name is Raven, live in New Haven
(yeah)
Til I find the right man, my virginity, I'm savin' (uh huh)
Blink:
The things I was saying, honey, might be blazin'
I took her to the Days Inn, of course
She gave in (c'mon)
Hook:
$ta$e:
No disrespect, you look nice and shit (I know)
But I ain't really tryin' to price your shit (yea, yea, so stop)
I'm sayin' I like that Platinum on your wrist
But why isn't there no ice in this?
JD:
Same reason why, baby girl, that I ain't your hair (motherf**k, you
denying)
You the same one rockin' your home girl's gear (oh no boo, this was
mine)
In fact, why you tryin' to hate on me?
'cause we both frontin', basically, ya heard? (Basically?)
Loon:
Uhh, uhh
I be that slick thug, see me in the strip club (yea)
With Dominican chicks, about to get my dick rubbed (uh huh)
Shit, bug, how I lay up and sip Bub


You could front if you want, lay in puddles of thick blood (c'mon)
'cause I get love, yeah, wherever I go
And I die for my niggas, but never no ho
So you know that the life I lead is twice your speed
The brown skin mami, that's the wife I need (uh huh)
Light that weed, front, nigga, just might bleed
I might just sqeeze, matter of fact I might just leave
'cause I don't need her, ho that drink Moet by the liter
If you don't like me, I ain't fillin' your ass neither (haha)
I need a true diva, pushin' a two-seater (yea)
That's so right, let my wife, my crew meet her
In other words, I need a chick off the meter
The type that wild out when I eat her (c'mon)
Hook:
Huddy Combs:
Hey, yo, Huddy, ya heard? In the door (heyyyy)
Waiter, give me four (heyyyy)
Bitches they adore (heyyyy)
>From here to Wichatah (heyyyy)
I'm a jiggy cat, baggy jeans with fitted hats (uh huh)
Where my niggas at? At the bar, where titties at
You know I spent dough, get in clubs with Indo
And bet my shit blow like a block on Crenshaw
I'm poppin' Cris, ho (uh huh)
While you sippin' on Sisqo, I'm at the disco
Reminiscin' on 'Frisco
And this go to honeys who be knowin' your name, knowing your fame
(yea)
Know you rockin' Rolley and chain
But it don't stop, so get-it get-it
The Huddy hit-it hit-it (uh HUH)
She saw my ice, she was really wit-it
She wanna settle down, be committed (yea)
She saw the drop with the TVs in it
Shit, I gotta pay this ho a visit
$ta$e:
Oh no, BooBoo
You gonna be payin' (what) anything over here except the rent (c'mon)
Hook:
Hook:
JD:
Yeah, you know you wanna be over here
Fake ass
Yeah

(feat. Monica and Nas)

(JD (Monica))
Uh-huh, oh (Oh)
Uh-huh, oh
So So Def
Turn it up
(I've got to have it)
See this is what it's all about right her
Understand me see my life's real
I don't know about yours
Everything I do is an event
(I've got to have it)
Nas, Monica, and me
(I've got to have it)
When it comes to my honeys in the strip club (oh)
Sumpin' on dubs in the middle of the block
Like what? (What?)

(Nas (Monica))
When you see me with the crispy fade
Icing it out, glowing when the lights is out (hmm)
Yo say my name! (Ooh)
When you see a Bentley or Ferrari, a Maserati
It's probably me (ooh, oh)
Say my name!
When your hear this song bump in the club
When you're chillin' on the corner with your thugs
Say my name!
I make it hot and take your block
Who they wanna be and hate they not
Yo say my name!
When your girl don't call you when you beep her
And you hit it and her thing feel deeper
Say my name!
Pull on her hair, spankin' her rear
While I'm in 'em bitches all I wanna hear is you say my name
Squeeze my gats beef is done
Police come you know the game
Don't say my name
Dipped out crazy, Timbs chicken and gravy
Q.B., Dupri baby

(1 - JD (Monica))
When it comes to the clubs packed, Cristal flowin'
(I've got to have it)
When it comes to homes plushed out chrome stuck out in traffic
(I've got to have it)
When it comes to a neck full of glow
And a check full of O's, you know
(I've got to have it)
When it comes to my honeys in the strip club
Sumpin' on dubs in the middle of the block
Like what? Say my name!
(I've got to have it)

(Monica)
Gotta have my tied up Iceberg Gucci Rolley
Bezzled up, bezzled up
Gotta have me a double O
With the six in the front
And the bump-bump in the truck
Gotta have me an escalade
My house is late
A man that keeps my bills paid
My records play every day
What can I say?
I've got to have it

(Repeat 1)

(JD)
When you see a black do-rag through the tint
Of a black Bent going too fast
Say my name
When you talk about longevity
And niggas that know how to keep gettin' that cash
Say my name
When you're sick of your songs
Sittin' on the right
And wanna know what the top feel like
Say my name
If you wanna know what being hot feel like
And shuttin' down the spot feel like
Say my name!
JD from the home where the bowls get thrown
And the dough get gone real quick like
Keep niggas sick like 40 karats and a chain
Foolish ain't it?
Yeah say my name!
Everything you did I've done did double
If you hate to see flash your ass is in trouble
Scram now and don't look back
Cause until I die it's like that

(Repeat 1)

(JD (Monica))
Girl don't you love the way I rock it baby
Girl how I keep it in my pocket
Maybe we can hook up cause you got something I want and
(I've got to have it)
Girl don't you love the way I rock it baby
Girl how I keep it in my pocket
Maybe we can hook up cause you got something I want and
(I've got to have it)
Oh

(feat. Monica and Nas)

(JD)(Monica)
Uh-huh, oh (Oh)
Uh-huh, oh
So So Def
(I've got to have it)
See this is what it's all about right her
Understand me see my life's real
I don't know about yours
Everything I do is an event
(I've got to have it)
Nas, Monica, and me
(I've got to have it)
When it comes to my honeys in the strip club (oh)
Sumpin' on dubs in the middle of the block
Like what? (What?)

(Nas)(Monica)
When you see me with the crispy fade
Icing it out, glowing with the lights is out (hmm)
Yo say my name! (Ooh)
When you see a Bentley or Ferrari, a Mazuradi
It's probably me (ooh, oh)
Say my name!
When your hear this song bump in the club
When you're chillin' on the corner with your thugs
Say my name!
I make it hot and take your block
Who they wanna be and hate they not
Yo say my name!
When your girl don't call you when you beep her
And you hit it and her thing feel deeper
Say my name!
Pull on her hair, spankin' her rear
While I'm in 'em bitches all I wanna hear is you say my name
Squeeze my gats beef is done
Police come you know the game
Don't say my name
Dipped out crazy, Timbs chicken and gravy
Q.B., Dupri baby

1 - (JD) (Monica)
When it comes to the clubs packed, Cristal flowin'
(I've got to have it)
When it comes to homes plushed out chrome stuck out in traffic
(I've got to have it)
When it comes to a neck full of glow
And a check full of O's, you know
(I've got to have it)
When it comes to my honeys in the strip club
Sumpin' on dubs in the middle of the block
Like what? Say my name!
(I've got to have it)

(Monica)
Gotta have my tied up Iceberg Gucci Rolley
Bezzled up, bezzled up
Gotta have me a double O
With a six in the front
And a bump-bump in the truck
Gotta have me an escalade
My house is laid
A man that keeps my bills paid
My records play every day
What can I say?
I've got to have it

Repeat 1

(JD)
When you see a black do-rag through the tint
Of a black Bent going too fast
Say my name
When you talk about longevity
And niggas who know how to keep gettin' that cash
Say my name
When you're sick of your songs
Sittin' on the right
And wanna know what the top feel like
Say my name
If you wanna know what being hot feel like
And shuttin' down the spot feel like
Say my name!
JD from the home where the bowls get thrown
And the dough get gone real quick like
Keep niggas sick like 40 karats and a chain
Foolish ain't it?
Say my name!
Everything you did I've done did double
If you hate to see flash then your ass is in trouble
Scram now and don't look back
Cause until I die it's like that

Repeat 1

(Monica)
I've got to have it..

Brat
Hey JD, why you be saying oh, oh
Is that like flossin' shit?
You just like walk in and so people say, oh shit, it's him
Bounce to this, come on

1 -
Where my rag wearing soldiers that
Love to watch the dough stack
Never leave the house without their strap (That's what I'm looking for)
They know just what a woman need
Keep a big bank roll and a bag of weed
When it's time to go down they ain't scared to freak, shit (That's what I'm looking for)
Where my Rolley wearing thugs who
Claim they don't love you
But any time you want something done, they do it (That's what I'm looking for)
The ball all night type
Frontin', screaming, thug life
That's the type of nigga I like (That's what I'm looking for)

Uh I get high, get mine
I like a thug in my life to get by
That's why I spit shine the pussy
'Till it get tight and fine
He push me over to the other side
If he act right he could hit it from behind
We can bump and grind all night 'till we reach a climax
Make sure you leave a phat sack for Brat
Till you come back for more
Six pack surrounding my belly hole, it's tight
You ain't gotta tell me So
So Def is the way that I flow
Made to blow, pave the road
Unfadable, capable to save your hoe
Wherever I go, stack dough
I'm looking for a nigga roll, that ain't broke
If its time to lick of shots he don't trust
Even know how to flip cocaine and when the funds is low
For the show stopper, this for the know nadas
Shit get mo' hotter, nigga holla my name
They follow me when I drivin' the Range
And wait for me to finish performing backstage
Never have a nigga yawning
When they keep up with the shorty
Weed pumping as strong as me
Gotta be the ball all night type
I like it every minute when he charmin' me

Repeat 1

Stretch out your arms
Flip out your wrists
Let me see what to hit for
I'm fixing to know if you can afford to cop
A couple of dem thangs for your girl to rock
When we stepping in the door we killing 'em
Let the heads know we ain't feeling them
Or affiliated with them
I glisten and glow, 38 caliber go pop
Niggas that wanna show off
Don't just stop
My soldier's not having that
I'm looking for a thug that'll kill for Brat
And make million dollar deals for Brat
And pay some of the bills for Brat
And just chill for Brat
Watch dough stack, been broke, am I goin' back? Nope
Need to know how to surround a bitch with stability
Get down, bitches, if he feel me, rich now
I can't afford to sit down, get bored if
We got hits out nigga need big clout
Don't crowd my space if we dip out
Running with some other nigga face he don't trip out
Never leave the house without weed and a glock
Even got keys to the spot to drop the PO Box
And in the drawer when he find his underwear
I keep a fresh do rag in his hair

Repeat 1

That's what I'm looking for
That's what I'm looking for
That's what I'm looking for
That's what I'm looking for

Uh Ohh u done crossed the line
Beware of the dog is right there on the sign
U got a mucle now getem now putem dont dropem let me see u get crunk
There will neva be another one wit his style
Puppy town Bow Wow
Im tha 18 letta and this playboy
representin it foeva cant do it betta
Neva wheneva whoeva howeva u test yo leva breath again neva
So whateva im pass the mike down
to the B-o-ww-ow u in trouble

[bowwow]
Aint nottin like a lil cat wit his mind write
in tha lime light chasin a dream
At tha same time makin some cream
Nickname scary cause i know how to make em scream
Everytime im seen im fool of flash
Everytime im out pockets full of cash
Aint about my team aint no need to ask
We steady steady keep puttin down the smash
I was the feem
Before i became a teen
I known that microphone put up cones of ice cream
And thats why i dont care who u are
When it comes to me u gotta raise the bar

This playboy he getts crunk bring that bang up in the trunk
witha nick nack paddy wack throw me a bone
and this play boy goin break ya heard

This playboy he getts crunk bring that bang up in the trunk
witha nick nack paddy wack throw me a bone
and this play boy goin break ya heard

Who u think gion lock down this whole hole south east
Brook cards like a breef hang blangs like a reef
i wish one of u bussters would spark some beef
i swear to god its goin be hard for your moms to sleep
see when i ball up in the club
haters still sho me love
wit dap tees and hugs thats the life of a thug
i walky like i talky toldy cuz i sparky
straight to u ballers icey boy and hunky
im on the padio cleaning my gun
while bowwow in the front shootin hoop with my son
Big duke representin for the whole east side
Jd made me lutenit and thats how we ride

This playboy he getts crunk bring that bang up in the trunk
witha nick nack paddy wack throw me a bone
and this play boy goin break ya heard

This playboy he getts crunk bring that bang up in the trunk
witha nick nack paddy wack throw me a bone
and this play boy goin break ya heard

Ohh bounce shorty bounce
im trying to have yall see what i sell
in a block full screamin up in trl
and another i want yall niggaz to know
i aint wanna of them cats thats goin come and go
i got somethin to show and something to say
and i can down anything in my way
i want the whole family
im trying to escort aaliyah or somebody to soul train
if u so free im trying to be fly
and be tha first kid on the cover of vibe
so if u at #1 u betta save it back cuz once i get it it aint never comin back forsure

This playboy he getts crunk bring that bang up in the trunk
witha nick nack paddy wack throw me a bone
and this play boy goin break ya heard

featuring JD & Da Brat

[Lil Bow Wow]
(You know me)
Yo this is Bow Wow, uh-huh
(You know me)
What can y'all do to me
Nothing
Shut it all the way down
(You know me)
Ain't no question I'mm do what I do every trip mama
A little pimp
(You know me)
All I do is find 'em
Love 'em and flee
It's like that
Little cat but I'm nice
(You know me)
Don't believe please
Step, step, step up
Cause I'm bad like Mike
(You know me)
Bout to watch small change, all change
Into big bucks

My niggas all we do is put down the smash
While y'all playa hataz keep coming with trash
I'm everything y'all been looking for
Everything that keep y'all straight hitting the floor
Little girls in the hood I got 'em all shook up
Tryna find this nigga so we can hook up
Even girls 18 they be tryna sneak
They find all kinds of ways to get next to me
I'm the don in this new millennium
O-H-I-O is where I'm from
I might of said it before but I'mma say it again
Since I stepped y'all niggas can't win
It's the B-O dub all in the club
The reason that girl keep shaking her butt
(You know me)
Gots to keep it going on
With JD on the track how can I go wrong?

[JD]
Shut it all the way down
(You know me)
Ain't no question
I'mma do what I do what I does every trip mama
Big pimp
(You know me)
All I do is find 'em, love 'em and flee
It's like that
Big cat and I'm nice
(You know me)
Don't believe, please
Step, step, step up
And I'm bad like Mike
(You know me)
'Bout to watch small change, all change
Into big bucks, uh

Girls that talk slick
I don't want that
I want me a nice girl type
That ain't really been touched
If she all in the mix
I don't want that
Cause those be the hoes that talk to much
That five double oh
I don't want that
I want me a six with the tricks and the tv in the roof
That bottle of Mo'
I don't want that
Bring me the pineapple, cranberry
And the grape fruit sour
Do it, five flavor flow like fluid
Swallow I'm tryna keep y'all dancing like never before
Screaming at the DJ gimme some more
It's So So Def and we don't play
Put it down like this every day
And in the A-T-L-A-N-T-A, G-A that's where I stay
Now march

[Da Brat]
You gotta find a way to turn it up man
Uh, uh, shut it all the way down
(You know me)
Ain't no question I do what I do every trip papa
A big pimp
(You know me)
And all is find 'em
Love 'em and flee, it's like that
It's Da Brat and I'm nice
(You know me)
And if you don't believe, please
Step, step, step up
I'm bad like Mike
(You know me)
And all I do is keep on making the big, big bucks

Niggas with no dough I don't want those
Broke in the club all night holler at any ho
Pretty boys who feminine I don't want that
I need a thug to keep my adrenaline pumpin' fast
Hook up my grandma with a fresh new V with a note attached
Telling her you love me
The six-o-six-four-four and I'm too nice to stop the flow
Rock some more
So So Def is a family
We on top and that's how it has to be
From JD to Bow Wow, to JE and me
Everything we drop so hot continuously
If the sex ain't freaky that ain't me
And if the check ain't weekly, we can't be
I'm still a big thang getter
Big Momma the Brat from C-H-I-C-A-G-O

We know the game, like we know time
We know biz, like we know crime
we know a tech, like we know a dime
We know fat, like we know whack
And how to make a dope stack
We know, we know

This years money and thug affiliation
Wu-Tang Clan, Dupri colabiration.
AT ya'll?, New York, real live creation.
No busters, niggah what no imitations.
If one things not for cash and gold rings
it's real shit you can feel shit, no basin'.
Hot bitches are rich, plenty ass chasin'
This be that bomb shit, stop player hatin

We know the game, like we know time
We know biz, like we know crime
We know a trick, like we know a dime
We know fat, like we know whack
And how to make a dope stack
We know, we know

We know bad, like we know good
We know the wold, like we know the hood
We know young, like we know old
We know platnum, like we know gold
And how to get the fat dough
We know, we know

We know how to blow this weed, how to toke it up, take a smoke with us
Ya'll wanna get a hold of me, if you let me of, we know how to pressno
Get fucked up, cant you tell by the way I talk
It's the bitch in me that dwells from my head to my socks
(queen when I crock?), pop any niggah like, red (buck?)
I like sexiest crop more than ever, no mather how you wait, n' I seen us pray.
And when I slay niggah's, I butaly burn'em
I turn them into church goers, then they'll die by serving?
Pray for all ya, run for cover, When a disaster is behind us
on the lose like mine and passing others?
Dust, cuz we dont give a fuck about him.
Were's the blunts, we can't live without'em.
We know how to get the money and hussle, we know
how to split a

We know the game, like we know time
We know biz, like we know crime
we know a tech, like we know a dime
We know fat, like we know whack
And how to make a dope stack
We know, we know

This years money and thug affiliation
Wu-Tang Clan, Dupri colabiration.
AT ya'll?, New York, real live creation.
No busters, niggah what no imitations.
If one things not for cash and gold rings
it's real shit you can feel shit, no basin'.
Hot bitches are rich, plenty ass chasin'
This be that bomb shit, stop player hatin

We know the game, like we know time
We know biz, like we know crime
We know a trick, like we know a dime
We know fat, like we know whack
And how to make a dope stack
We know, we know

We know bad, like we know good
We know the wold, like we know the hood
We know young, like we know old
We know platnum, like we know gold
And how to get the fat dough
We know, we know

We know how to blow this weed, how to toke it up, take a smoke with us
Ya'll wanna get a hold of me, if you let me of, we know how to pressno
Get fucked up, cant you tell by the way I talk
It's the bitch in me that dwells from my head to my socks
(queen when I crock?), pop any niggah like, red (buck?)
I like sexiest crop more than ever, no mather how you wait, n' I seen us pray.
And when I slay niggah's, I butaly burn'em
I turn them into church goers, then they'll die by serving?
Pray for all ya, run for cover, When a disaster is behind us
on the lose like mine and passing others?
Dust, cuz we dont give a fuck about him.
Were's the blunts, we can't live without'em.
We know how to get the money and hussle, we know
how to split a

[Nate Dogg]
Chiti-chiti-bang-bang
Down with JD (That's me)
Rollin wit'cha nigga Nate D
You know these niggas straight bang,
Big game D - ballin with the 21st street
Chiti-chiti-bang-bang
Down with JD (That's me)
Still makin tight-ass beats
I'm rollin in my brome, I stay sweet
Ain't nobody ballin like me

[Jermaine Dupri]
It goes, mirror mirror on the wall
Who's the biggest baller of all
I got a 700, a Bentley, and a Magine
The girls just DIE when I'm ridin past
Live life like I'm sellin pies
Ah-rabian, with two or three wives
Two or three houses to hide
Ten cars that's parked outside
And they all got bodies that's wide, follow me
As the Leer jet flies, over Crimson Tides
Four bedroom duplex in the sky
Nicknamed Lottery, cuz I don't stop spendin
When the wheels stop, the chrome keep spinnin
Like the six moon-walkin, shit I ain't talkin
I'm straight livin it, it's a wonder I ain't shiverin
I'm so frozen and you've been chosen,
to roll with me and Nate D-O double G, sing

[Nate Dogg]
It's five o'clock in the mo'nin
I've already downed five, I've already downed five Mo's
See ya around my block on the weekend
All we do is chase bad, all we do is chase bad hoes
Ask me, what we did was crime
If not then I just say no, then I just say no
Three girls a date, that's my limit
We ballin outta control, we ballin outta control-ol

[Jermaine Dupri]
Now whether you like me or not, whenever I drop,
You know I give you number one hits platinum hot
It's so much clarity in my rocks, I'm thinkin like,
It's gotta be somebody greater, maybe it's not
Cuz I flow for those, that get that dough
Hits for every chick with a size C tits
See it's like this, I don't mind wavin at you kids
but I can't manage to raise my wrist
Jewels so heavy, y'all fools ain't ready
My twenty-two shot the streets into confetti
Move like Andretti, redlinin
Whatever city I'm in, headlinin
At five a.m. I'm still lookin for mo'
Still gettin crunk, still lettin it flow
Bar outta Cris' now I'm drinkin Mo'
Stomach upset, I feel like I'm about to let it go

[Nate Dogg]
It's five o'clock in the mo'nin
Got my pedal to the flo', got my pedal to the flo'
It's time I test my 600
Wonder how fast this bitch go, wonder how fast this bitch go
Three girls and two of 'em sleepin
One got her hands on my bow, one got her hands on my bow
Sun's comin up, we still drinkin
We ballin outta control, really ballin outta control-ol

[Jermaine Dupri]
Dance, everybody
And everbody just clap ya hands
Lemme see y'all dance, everybody
Everybody just clap ya hands
Lemme see y'all dance, everybody
And everybody just clap ya hands
Lemme see y'all dance, everybody
Everybody just clap ya hands

[Nate Dogg]
Chiti-chiti-bang-bang
Down with JD
Rollin wit'cha nigga Nate D
You know these niggas straight bang,
Big game D - ballin with the 21st street
Chiti-chiti-bang-bang
Down with JD
Still makin tight-ass beats
I'm rollin in my brome, I stay sweet
Ain't nobody ballin like me...

ya want some o'
me ya wanna brawl wit
me i'll show
ya' jd. show ya jermaine
dupri
wit ludacris at my
side welcome
to atlanta is yo' sh*t
right
betta keep it
right bringin' tha
noise rockin' tha party i say
c'mon,c'mon
gonna raise tha roof
i'm livin' proof we gettin' loose like
a hangman's noose i break free
still wanna brawl wit
me well h*ll get outta here.

(Jermaine Dupri) (Freeway)
What?
Y'all got hate in your blood
(This is fucked up)
Y'all got hate in your blood
(This is fucked up man)
Y'all got hate in your blood

(Jermaine Dupri)
Listen
I know y'all niggas want me
I hear y'all niggas plottin'
I see y'all niggas lookin'
But I ain't stoppin', I'm gone, in something fast
Through the city with no top
That reach 220 on the dash, I'm so hot
In everybody's hood with other niggas' hoes
I'm throwin' paper at them bitches
Screamin' So So
Now every spot I hit
I'm hearing different shit
About homies that want me that weren't with me when I started this
It's fucked up but I
But I can't let these niggas blurry my vision
On where I'm going and how I'm living, ya know?
I got a daughter now, young age three
If her daddy don't shine, then my shorty won't eat
Feel me?
Do I floss? YES!
Sometimes I hit the block so damn hard I start hatin' my self
It's bad, I feel your pain dawg
But the only thing I'm about to change is the game motherfucker!

1 - (Freeway) (JD)
If you're sick of seeing niggas pop Cris
And talkin' bout stacking chips
You know what?!
(You got hate in your blood)
Sick of seeing Bentley's
And hearing niggas talk about sittin' on dubs
(You got hate in your blood)
If you're sick of seeing artists <it's the end>
And hearing artists <it's the end>
You know what!
(You got hate in your blood)
Listen I know you niggas want me
I hear you niggas plottin'
I see you niggas lookin'
But I ain't stoppin, it's on

(Jadakiss)
Papi had raw, then I bought him out
You know me, fuck niggas
Kill 'em all, let God sort 'em out
Rapid fire got my hands shakin'
And everybody hate dyin'
But most niggas die hatin'
While y'all run to the bank
I run to the brink
A real thug keep the Tommy gun under the mink
I got a glass kitchen
You can see what's under my sink
And I do shit just to do it
Too much money to think
So you can hate all you want
I'mma still be 'Kiss
Dirty, a lot of paper, filthy rich
JD's the architect, he built these hits
Ruff Ryder's, So So Def, feel this shit
And you can tell any one of your boys
You might find 'em in a hood near you and any one of his toys
Cause I know you got hate in your blood
Still dump eight in your mug
So cock sucker take it and love, uh

Repeat 1

(Jermaine Dupri)
Somebody tell me why man
Somebody tell me why
Do niggas just hate, hate, hate the way they do man
Let me explain something to y'all about me man
Why y'all think I was the first rap nigga on Mtv Cribs?
Cause I'm a young, fly, flashy motherfucker
Y'all think I'mma stop, FUCK NAW
I'mma keep ridin' down the block with my hat bent
In the black bent, with them dubs on that shit
We gon' still be in the club poppin' Cristal
Pourin' Belvidere on bitches
We don't GIVE A FUCK MAN
A matter of fact I wish I could smack the shit
Out of one y'all niggas right now with some money
But you know what I'm saying
Cause y'all niggas just hate, hate, hate
Well y'all gonna have to just keep hatin' motherfuckers

Repeat 1 (2x)

Bitch!

[Intro]
I'm gettin' in the groove now, so I'm like, givin it my own shit now
Alright, Could the drummer have some, y'all?
Could the drummer have some more?
Said the drummer ain't had none, in a long time
Come on, drummer!

[Beat Drops]

[Jermaine Dupri (Pharrell Williams)]
Uh huh, oh
Damn baby, shit
How you get all that in them jeans?
Nevermind that, you hear this?
Its that Star Trak
Clipse, (get down!) So So Def

[Verse 1 - Terrar of Clipse, (Pharrell Williams)]
Question, ask any nigga
Rap or a hustler, who rocks is bigger? (The rapper!)
Naw, dog, go figure, with the V12, I make that straight killa
I flood the block, I hug the glock
I have a whole neighborhood that seen a thug to stop (Stop!)
Cause I show 'em what Waco see, then hit the district then visit to Jac-o-b
I like my diamonds colored, watch it smothered (me too)
Show off at the place of jewels, let the white man love it (hahaha)
I'm too much, got bitches out for me
Bring 'em home, give 'em they choice of balcony
She said 'We can have more fun', I said 'How can we?'
Then she brought her girl in and ate her out for me, wow (Wow!)
All night sexin', just think, this all came from one question

[Chorus - Jermaine Dupri]
You got a big ass bell? Lemme see you jingle it baby
You got a big ass bell? Lemme see you jingle it baby

Wanna talk about cars? Lets talk about it
Wanna talk about houses? Lets talk about it
Wanna talk about jeweles? Lets talk about it
Wanna talk about money? Then talk without it
Wanna talk about chicks? Lets talk about it
Wanna talk about hits? Lets talk about it
Wanna talk about cris? Lets talk about it
But when you talk about cash, talk without it

[Verse 2 - Jermaine Dupri (First two lines overlap the last two lines of the chorus)]
Uh huh, oh
Yo, yo

Now as the game rotates, and my chrome gets bigger,
More and more girls wanna fuck this nigga
Its hard for a chick not to stick around
When I come through town, layin my dick down
They can tell a true playa by the clothes that I wear
Game that I spit, and the length of my hair
The more I come, the more I cum, get it?
What you see now, I been done did it
Every girl around, I been done hit it
Cars been kited, since I was sixteen
And yes, I'm still spendin' that Kris Kross creme
Big boy moves, big boy shine, big boy watch tell big boy time (look out)
Everybody know I got the recipe, so you know ya'll niggas can't can't with me
Matter of fact, I don't even gotta say no more, OH

[Chorus - Jermaine Dupri]

[Hook - Pharrell Williams (Jermaine Dupri)]
Na na, (Oh) na na na na na na (Come on girl)
Na na na na na na (Oh) Na na na na na na na (Come on girl)
Na na na na na na (oh) Na na na na na na (Come on girl)
Na na na na na na (oh, I want you to move your waist for the whistle)
Na na na na na na (Come on girl)

[Verse 3 - Malice of Clipse]
It ain't too many things that exceed my reach
Speedboat, glass floor, let you see underneath
But nevermind that though, I'm just showing off
As I do in the Porshe show with the top lost
I ain't change the game hash, you know the name as,
Malice in my wrist, like shattered stain glass
I generate them Franklin's and Grant's
Each ear look like a halogen lamp
I'm high beamin, at the same time leanin',
In the butter soft seat that keep a street thug scheming'
'for we compare paper, get your weight up
I need more points than that, don't you play with me, Jacob
You see me on my back, you see me live
I'm every color of the spectrum, like ROY G. BIV
Look dog, get a load of how daddy ball
Wanna talk about cash? Well I done said it all

[Chorus - Jermaine Dupri]

[Hook - Pharrell Williams (Jermaine Dupri) (w/ minor variation)]

[Chorus - Jermaine Dupri]

[Pimpin' Ken]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
It's the motherfuckin' infamous Pimpin' Ken
Yeah, all you motherfuckin' hoes out there misguided, undecided
Y'all need to come on and fuck with a pimp right
Yeah, if y'all keep them suckers off ya motherfuckin' mind
Bitch I can keep em' off ya motherfuckin' behind
Check this out bitch, ya understand
Y'all need to quit playin' the motherfuckin' joker
And come on and pay a motherfuckin' pimp broker
Yeah ya know what I'm talkin' about
Yeah, let it be Pimpin' Ken for the reason
Ya understand I'll make it for the season
Know what I'm talkin' about, yeah bitch please believe
We can put it on the dotted line, Atlanta tied
Ya know what I'm talkin' about bitch (Yeah)
Yeah bitch ya understand, tell that nigga ya understand
You ain't missin' bitch, you ain't on no milk carton
You with pimpin' bitch, Pimpin' Ken that is
Ho ya know what I'm talkin' about (Yeah)
Damn my nigga take off, J.D. we doin' this shit
Ya understand, better known as the motherfuckin' royal highness
Ya understand, ya won't find us, ya understand
And I'm feelin' hype too (Come on)

[Jermaine Dupri]
It's that lil' College Park nigga, in fact they call me Long Dough
Niggas hate me cause I'm wearin' platinum every song go
Hoes love me cause I, cause I keep it comin' strong and yo
I'm a pimp with mine every time I don't give a fuck who she is
Bitch you can go
Get another cause they love us niggas in the fast life
Niggas that can put it down and came up with they cash right
Keep em' keep em' in the mall fresh, ball every night
That's my life
I come through any time I want to and hit that ass right
Up like a flashlight, walkin' cause of all of my bling (Bling)
One of the baddest motherfuckers that the game has seen
Think about it
From the first time that ya heard me
Way back in the 90s early
Me and my pimpin' out here doin' our thing in SWAT

[Chorus x2: Manuel Seal]
I got the money, hoes, and power
We be in to see that ya cuttin' I'm all about cha'
But if ya not up in the mix girl I ain't trippin'
Cause all day all night, we steady pimpin' pimpin'

[Pimp C]
Still smokin' out, pourin' up, keep these bitches hoin' up
They break Pimp C long bread cause everything I touch be blowin' up
Candy cars, I'm a star
Choppin' blades, sippin' on bars
Young pimp I'm from the South
Run off put that piece in ya mouth
We Jone, fuck a clone
Keep a lil' bitch on my phone
All my cars blaze chrome
Bitch can't leave my dick alone, alone, alone
You ain't from no Memphis bitch
Cause I was playin' Project Pat hittin' the switch
Puttin' the dick up in ya dame
Every time make her say my name
91 I been grippin' grain
Bitch nigga wanna steal my fame, fame, fame
I be at home smokin' dro, dro
And see a nigga doin' a dance on the video
But I'm young pimp, steak and shrimp
Flyin' high like a blimp
Write my name in the sky on track
Tell the bitch to bring my money back, back, back, back bitch

[Jermaine Dupri]
He talkin' directly to you

[Chorus x2]

[Bun B]
Well if it ain't cash then I don't want it
I'm a million dollar striver, I get liver
Then the pimps that push clock punchers nine to fivers
A high diver, with mo' tricks up my sleeve than ya boy MacGuyver
A cadaver, that'll get cha' voted off my island like 'Survivor'
Is you blind, my pimpin' only gets better with age like a fine wine
And it's time to put up yo blinds
I might raise a pimp to shine
Decide to yo mind, desing
Two steps ahead of yo slow roll
You best to get a grip on ya world, world
Or we'll put that Miracle Whip on ya girl
Pimp her, let a trick sip on that pearl
Let her pay that is
Ol' sucker for love, titty baby, mama's boy
That's just the way that is
And that's the way that it's gonna be, gonna be
So ya might as well take ya lil' Heartbreak Hotel reside
Stuck in the mud, still ridin' ass off to mo' me
Cause uh...

[Chorus x2]

[Jermaine Dupri to fade]
Bounce, come on bounce, come on bounce
Come on...bounce
Come on bounce, come on bounce, come on bounce
Come on, yeah come on bounce

Uh-huh-uh East coast (yeah)
Uh-uh-uh-huh-uh West coast (Uh-huh-uhhh)
Down in the dirty (where?)
Dirty dirty (aha ha)
C'mon

(Chorus)
(Rock with me)
Put ya hands up in the air so
(I can see)
That you feel it and never could get a
(Another JD)
How I put it down it makes you wanna
(Rock with me all night long)

(Rock with me)
Put ya hands up in the air so
(I can see)
That you feel it and never could get a
(Another JD)
How I rep the A town it makes ya
(Rock with me all night long)

(Verse 1)
Well it started off on the avenue
When I came up with the name called the So Def crew
It was me, my big homie Eddie
Up late making tapes, putting them out on the streets
I used to rap scratch even try to sing
Now I'm the little cat pumping out the steam
I used to play with it, now I stay with it, Lay with it
And huh keep pumping out hits
Cause can't nobody do it like we does
This side, that side I gets nothing but love
And I keep it pumping up in the club
Big with all the pimps, the hustlas, ladies and thugs
That respect that knock, when they hear that knock
Y'all niggas think I'm gon stop (Please!)
Y'all won't see me on behind the scenes
But you can catch me at a money machine, Ching Ching

(Chorus)

(Verse 2)
Kris Kross was the begining of the linen and cars
Houses, hidden clubs, shutting down the bars
I was only 19 doing big big things
In the CP living the American dream
Then I signed Xscape, first album 1.8 (million)
New company, my shit looked great
But uh, me being the player that I am I couldn't stop
I just had to find me something else to take to the top
Something fly that'll catch your eye
Thats when I bumped into my little sister from the West side of Chi
Demo after demo we made
Got so funkdafied now we paid
Rap or R&B we ain't playing
We demand y'all respect this afroman
As the game gets bigger, and my dough gets longer
And me and my crew get stronger
The more you wanna

(Chorus)

(Verse 3)
In every flight there's turbulance and I had some
But I remained focused and kept dropping the bomb
'What should I do next?' that was going through my head
Then Candy introduced me to a Jagged Edge
Three homies from the Dec, one from right around the corner
We went in, came out, now everybody on 'em
Three albums later, everyboby on 'em
Ain't a city you can go where the girls don't want 'em
Once again I was thinking 'whats next for me?'
Then I got a big call from my homie Steve
He said Hey, let throw something your way
It was none other than my brother they comparing to MJ
Girls can't stop screaming, three mill now
Everybody love him and his name is Bow Wow
As the game gets bigger, and my dough gets longer
And me and my crew get stronger
The more you wanna

(Chorus)

See I've been doing what I'm doing for like 10 years man
Putting out fire man
You might remember Sometimes Leather, Monica,(aha ha)
Mary J. Blige, Mariah Carey, Janet Jackson, TLC, Usher, MC Lyte
Man you name it man, I got the hits playboy
Dru Hill, Da Brat, Xscape, Jagged Edge, (ha ha)
Kris Kross, Destiny's Child, and my little homeboy Bow Wow
Listen man I never gonna stop

(Jermaine Dupri)
(uh uh uh)
Bounce (uh uh uh)
Bounce (uh uh)
Bounce (uh uh)
Ryde with me now
yeah (haha)
Supafly muthafucka
Yeah (uh uh)

(Jermaine Dupri)
You know how fly I always look
I keep banging and I keep them off the hook
You know about my peeps and all the lady's I be with
The Blue and Blue Mercedes with the rims and kit
You know about my house and carroners in the fridge
And the ATL shorty this how a nigga live
Besides Cheapy, they call me Mr. Long
You can catch me in the streets in a all pink suit
Leaning to the side, swinging my hair
Trunk full ants, ain't no room for a spair
I got them big beast pumping with the ace and bag
And the white shelltoes with them mean: they match
You know me before the CD: it ain't nothing but flossin'
If you allergic I suggest you turn this muthafucka off
'Cause i'm off the glissy, all i'm think about, talk about
Is Big Missy, new pissy, two damn tricky
I am

(Bilal) Call this pimping a game
If an old trick knows my name
Maaaan
(JD) Supafly
(Bilal) The Boss so cold
(JD) haha
I am
(Bilal) Call this pimping a game
If an old trick knows my name
Maaaan
(JD) Supafly muthafucka
(Bilal) The Boss so cold


(Jermaine Dupri)
Ho, So, glow
all that's rubbing on them 20's is the only way to roll
You know, about the G wag, how the pants at
How lady's all over the country want this nigga so bad
You know what I say be the truth not the agg
Stretch cream belly with the partner back
You know it's just me and my niggaz and some lady's getting full
Crunk as hell drinking Belvedere and Red Bull
You know about the bouncin' and the booty shaking collar
Poppin' money, making city that I come from
You know about the playing hating
baby, mama drama, 'cause uhh
Us players we all got some
And it's I supafly seven days a week
The one that everybody want to,
when they warm that heat
'Cause i'm off the glissy, all i'm think about, talk about
Is Big Missy, new pissy, two damn tricky
I am

(Bilal) Call this pimping a game
If an old trick knows my name
Maaaan
(JD) Supafly
(Bilal) The Boss so cold
(JD) haha
I am
(Bilal) Call this pimping a game
If an old trick knows my name
Maaaan
(JD) Supafly muthafucka
(Bilal) The Boss so cold


{Chorus with variations until fade}

(JD Talking)
Hey yo Hype , yesterday was tha morning after
Do you remeber any shit we dont man we was
wasted damn man what happened tell me

(Hype-D Talking)
I dont know i was talkin to this bitch
and she told me to fuck off and thats
all i remember no that wasnt it that
wasnt it , she was in tha black coat

(JD Talking)
Oh that scrummy bitch , HAHAHAHA!
She was in tha group of laugther

(Hype-D Talking)
Oh hell ya but that didnt seem like
the morning after?

(Ludacris)
Yeah
Welcome to Atlanta, jackin hammers and vogues
Back to the mackin and jackin the clothes, adolescent packin a fo'
A knock on the do', who is it? I would happen to know
The one with the flow - who did it?, it was me I suppose
J-D in the Rolls and Luda's in the Cutt Supreme
Skatin down Old Nat, gat tucked and lean
I split ya splean, as a matter of fact I split ya team
No blood on the sneaks, gotta keep it so my kicks is clean
I get the cream, cops see me flick my beams
I'm allergic to doc' prescribed antihistamines
Oink oink, pig pig, do away with the pork
Only silverware I needs a steak knife and a fork
Did you forget your fuckin manners, I'm +Bruce+ with +Banners+
Ludacris, Johnny Rockets when I shoot the cannon
The wooly mammoth sabretooth, bitch bite your tongue
I won't stop until I'm rich as them whites'll come
I pulled up in the black Lotus, your plaques are bogus
So I stripped them off the wall
Waitin for my cue to corner pocket eight balls, you rackin 'em up
I'm big paper like pancakes, stackin 'em up
In fact I'm slappin 'em up, Cadallac'n the truck
I can't loose with twenty-two, bitch that's what's up
Runnin in the back to fuck, better tha-than the aquaduct
Chil-li-li-li-li-n.. fli-pi-pi-pi-pi-n, what?

(Jermaine Dupri)
Yo, yo, y-y-yo, yo, yo
Y-y-yo yo, yo-yo-yo
Yo yo-yo-yo, yo-yo, yo
Y-yo, yo, yo-yo-yo-yo-yo yo

(Chorus: J.D. followed by Ludacris)
Welcome to Atlanta where the players play
And we ride on dem thangs like ev-ery day
Big beats, hit streets, see gangsters roamin
And parties dont stop 'til eight in the mo'nin

Welcome to Atlanta where the players play
And we ride on dem thangs like ev-ery day
Big beats, hit streets, see gangsters roamin
And parties dont stop 'til eight in the mo'nin

(Jermaine Dupri)
Yo, uhh
Now the party don't start 'til I walk in
And I usually don't leave until the thang ends
But in the meantime, in between time
You work yo' thing, I'll work mine
I been puttin it down here since eighty-three
Since the Lake Show/MD rivalry
When +Frozen Paradise+ was the place to be
If you was ridin, you was bumpin to homie Shy-D
I'm the M.B.P., Most Ballin-ist Player
Make my own rules, bitch call me the mayor
Monday night, +Gentlemen's Club+
Tuesday night, I'm up in the +Velvet Room+, gettin fucked up
Wednesday, I'm at +Strokers+ on lean
Thursday, +Jump Clean+, then I fall up in +Kream+
Friday, +Shark Bar+, +Kaya+ with Frank Ski
Right on the flo' is where you can find me
Saturday, is off the heezy fo' sheezy
You can find me up in +One-Tweezy+
Sunday, is when I get my sleep in
Cause on Monday we be at it again, holla!

(Jermaine Dupri)
Yo, yo, y-y-yo, yo, yo
Y-y-yo yo, yo-yo-yo
Yo yo-yo-yo, yo-yo, yo
Y-yo, yo, yo-yo-yo-yo-yo yo

(Chorus) - repeat 2X

feat. Katrina, Nate Dogg, R.O.C., Skeeter Rock, Tigah
(Skeeter Rock talking)
Hey this is Skeeter Rock comin' to you live at the hip-hop barbershop
I wanna give a shout out to College Park, Eastpointe, Swats, and Decatur
A fellas ain't y'all sick of these hoes paging and stressing you out
Right now we looking for all the ladies that got out back
Whatever I'm bout, she bout that, whatever I'm on, she on that

(Chorus - Katrina)
Whatever you bout, I'm bout that
Whatever you on, I'm on that
Whatever you wanna do, I just wanna be right where you at
(I just wanna have some fun)
Whatever you bout, I'm bout that
Whatever you on, I'm on that
Whatever you wanna do, I just wanna be right where you at

(Verse 1 - Jermaine Dupri)
Uh, all around the world girls know about me
Ridin' up and down old N-A-T
Plates on the back say Don Chi Chi
Hat bent, black Bent, lookin so fresh, so clean, I'm ridin'
Same J.D., same game again
Out here hittin' hoes like Cham-ber-lin
And I love it when they let me come through
Even bring my crew, then I'm in the wind, no stress
No, where you going, no, where you been
No where you at, no, who you wit (Uh)

(JD and Tigah)
Care free very freaky hoe, that's what I prefer (Say what)
That let me come through anytime, and do what I wanna do to her

(Tigah)
And come on and work it on me, like it's all about you
Play at your own risk, girl hugs and kiss (Kissing sound)
Baby shake it up like dice
Nasty and naughty, exotic and nice
Home alone, girl hit me on that Nextel
J. on the other end, she waiting to exhale
Cop a baby L blat, do as, I'm bangin' in that back
She got pictures of me, bangin' in that back
So we gon', laze up, in my tunes
And lock up for days in a hotel room
Pull the pink thong to the West (West)
Prepare to insert billy bong in ya chest
And get full of smoke just like Chris-tian

List-en, cause I forgot to men-tion
Ain't no shit bumpin' like this one
Girlfriend lets relieve some ten-sion, girl I hear you saying

(Chorus - Katrina)
Whatever you bout, I'm bout that
Whatever you on, I'm on that
Whatever you wanna do, I just wanna be right where you at
(I just wanna have some fun)
Whatever you bout, I'm bout that
Whatever you on, I'm on that
Whatever you wanna do, I just wanna be right where you at

(R.O.C. talking w/ last 2 lines of chorus)
Yeah we on that, let's do it, uh

(Verse 2 - R.O.C.)
Lord knows, flows, I kick expose
Hoes, get 'em right out of they clothes
Never knew she was so disgustin'
Fuckin, suckin' discussing over lunch and
With her girlfriend, how I bangs it in
For seven, four, O, I, L, N
Head so compellin', I'm tellin'
Every nigga that I know then I'm bailin'
Soon as I screw one, then I'm choosin'
A new one, so it's never no confusion
My solution, is distribution
One I require, this kids retire
Retails, mines, females, mines
Heartbreaks, yours, broads gettin' divorced
But of course, now if you bout what I'm bout
Then bring me dough and cook my dope in ya house

(Nate Dogg)
I smell somethin' fishy baby, that ain't ya breath
I pass on the pussy you can suck it and step
Swallow all the juice until it ain't nothin' left
She ain't that fine, but she does it the best
Westside riders, do what they want
Dogg Pound Gang ain't afraid, to dump
We never hesitate to give 'em just what they want
When I'm in the ATL, baby don't front
She knows I got a girl, whatever
She knows I fucked her girl, whatever
She knows it's a one-night stand, whatever (Whatever)
She knows I can't be her man, whatever
Westside riders, they be mobbin' wit J.D.
Oooooh, homeboy T-I-G
Southside riders, Nate Dogg and R.O.C.
Oooooh, we'er the best you'll ever see

(Chorus)(Kandi)
you make me TALK nasty nasty to ya
DREAM about how I wanna do ya
THINK things to think about you bring it out
you show me how to use my tongue
you just some yum yum tasty tasy
and when you take me and take me you bring the freak out in ME

(Da Brat)
i'm freaky freaky
gimme head head
I wanna see how you get down, go down, go down and get fed
come 'n get some tasty tasy
lick each 'n every individual part and make me, make me
come come a chameleon
see a different position to do something different to the yum yum
jump jump on top of the kitchen cabinet
so you can stick it 'n pump pump
Miss Harris waiting for whatever I feel like having
save you some embrassment
i'm an Aries 'n I ain't scared of shit
dare to flinch then 'n there i'll make your chest hairs lift

(Chorus)

(Jermaine Dupri)
Only you do ah, ah
think about this n try try
to kiss all the places
missed by the basic lovin' up your guy-ah
ride in the park in the broad daylight
real hard like we the only ones around
back of the car, tearing u apart
'n this how shit be goin' down
when I pump you say harder harder
love it when I bring my camcorder
whipped cream, take everything
even when we first got started started
from the bedroom to the dancefloor
to a slow tune up against the door
to the up 'n down, to the in 'n out
to the way you sound

(Chorus)

(Kandi) (Jermaine Dupri)
are you gonna fuck me?
(you think i'm not?)
come on baby
(i'm comin)
lets fuck
(i love it when you talk like that)
yeh whatever, go down there
(show me how to use my tongue)
I want you to put your tongue right here
(talk to me!)
right there on there yeh

(Da Brat)
i'm a superfreak I do what you need
i'm a slave for you, stay craving you
i'm available, i'm unfadable
and i'm capable to disable you
I break you down, blow out your pipe
turn out your lights and leave your wife
lie me down on my back but don't let my Timberlands clap
hit it up like its Wimbeldon
don't spare a racquet 'cause Brat freaky like that
just once taste of the nipple
and two kisses will leave you crippled
you done fell in love with shantizzle
and i'ma keep you fiending for mizzo
the 6-0 six-fo bizzo
got one of the freakiest hizzo's

(Chorus) x2

[J.D. talking]
J.E. y'all, uh, J.D. y'all, that's me
Swizz Beats, come on

[Chorus - Jagged Edge (J.D. talking with chorus)]
What is yours and mine Yeah, uh huh
Break this up, none of that stuff This right here
What is yours and mine Is a story about a nigga
Work too hard, way too much wit a lot of paper
What is yours and mine Ha, ha, and his girl
Whatever you won't, can't stop us See, when you gotta lot man
What is yours and mine It ain't shit if you can't share it
Me and you, what is yours and mine You understand what I'm saying

[Verse 1 - Jermaine Dupri]
Listen, uh, I remember when we first hooked up you was only 17
Cut off shirts and jeans, was ya only way seen
What I had didn't matter, it was all about us
All day on the phone and the stuff we discussed
I used to come over when ya mom's was gon' (Oow)
We ain't know what we were doin' but we got our freak on
And one thing lead to another, I introduced you to my mother
Like, Ma, this my girl, that's when it started gettin' real
Feelings stared gettin' caught, gifts stared gettin' bought
And everybody knew the deal
We used to hang out, kiss, argue, and all that
Hang up the phone and call right back
I got to know you like the back of my hand
And, you got to show me hoe a girl love a man
And, we took a small thing to a new land
And when I say I love you, I wanted you to understand

[Chorus - Jagged Edge and (Jermaine Dupri)]
What is yours and mine (Uh huh, yo)
Break this up, none of that stuff (Listen to me baby)
What is yours and mine (Uh huh)
Work too hard, way too much (See, we worked too hard)
What is yours and mine (Yo, listen to me baby)
Whatever you won't, can't stop us (Yeah)
What is yours and mine (Yeah)
Me and you, what is yours and mine (Me and you)

[Verse 2 - Jermaine Dupri]
The older we got, everybody said y'all gon' change
But when 2-1 came, we was still in the game
92's new version of, Bonnie and Clyde
No matter what it was, we was side by side
You know the type you see gettin' in the photo booth
Matchin' shirts, flea market, photo shoots
Everything I saw cute, shit, you had to have it
What's a fly life if a nigga can't share it
Every new dollar made, I put it on you
Hit the Porsche dealership shit, nigga bought two
And when I went away, I got ya named tattooed
A yo, I try to put the big bling on ya hand
Cause uh, you show me how a girl love a man
And, we took a small thing to a new land
And when I say I love you, I wanted you to understand, it's real

[Chorus - Jagged Edge and (Jermaine Dupri)]
What is yours and mine (Yeah, uh huh)
Break this up, none of that stuff (Uh. listen to me baby)
What is yours and mine (Uh)
Work too hard, way too much (We worked too hard)
What is yours and mine (Listen to me baby)
Whatever you won't, can't stop us
What is yours and mine
Me and you, what is yours and mine

[J.D. talking with last two lines of chorus]
Yo all my niggas that understand what I'm saying
Look ya girl in the eyes and say

[Verse 3 - Jagged Edge]
Girl you so off the chain (Off the chain)
You took a playa straight out the game (Straight out the game)
Now I know what a good thing feel like (Feels good [x4])
I know, I gotta have it in my life
Gotta playa messed up inside (Up inside)
Made a nigga just wanna do right (Do right)
Me and you is like Dre and Snoop Dogg (Dre and Snoop)
Long as we together we can have it all

[J.D. talking]
Ha, know what I'm talkin' bout
When you love her man, sing to her man
It ain't shit, man you know what I'm sayin', ball on

Bounce, bounce, bounce
Bounce, bounce, bounce
Bounce, bounce, bounce
Bounce, bounce, bounce
Now ride out

(Nate Dogg)
Chiti-chiti-bang-bang
Down with JD (That's me)
Rollin wit'cha nigga Nate D
You know these niggas straight bang,
Big game D - ballin with the 21st street
Chiti-chiti-bang-bang
Down with JD (That's me)
Still makin tight-ass beats
I'm rollin in my brome, I stay sweet
Ain't nobody ballin like me

(Jermaine Dupri)
It goes, mirror mirror on the wall
Who's the biggest baller of all
I got a 700, a Bentley, and a Magine
The girls just DIE when I'm ridin past
Live life like I'm sellin pies
Ah-rabian, with two or three wives
Two or three houses to hide
Ten cars that's parked outside
And they all got bodies that's wide, follow me
As the Leer jet flies, over Crimson Tides
Four bedroom duplex in the sky
Nicknamed Lottery, cuz I don't stop spendin
When the wheels stop, the chrome keep spinnin
Like the six moon-walkin, shit I ain't talkin
I'm straight livin it, it's a wonder I ain't shiverin
I'm so frozen and you've been chosen,
to roll with me and Nate D-O double G, sing

(Nate Dogg)
It's five o'clock in the mo'nin
I've already downed five, I've already downed five Mo's
See ya around my block on the weekend
All we do is chase bad, all we do is chase bad hoes
Ask me, what we did was crime
If not then I just say no, then I just say no
Three girls a date, that's my limit
We ballin outta control, we ballin outta control-ol

(Jermaine Dupri)
Now whether you like me or not, whenever I drop,
You know I give you number one hits platinum hot
It's so much clarity in my rocks, I'm thinkin like,
It's gotta be somebody greater, maybe it's not
Cuz I flow for those, that get that dough
Hits for every chick with a size C tits
See it's like this, I don't mind wavin at you kids
but I can't manage to raise my wrist
Jewels so heavy, y'all fools ain't ready
My twenty-two shot the streets into confetti
Move like Andretti, redlinin
Whatever city I'm in, headlinin
At five a.m. I'm still lookin for mo'
Still gettin crunk, still lettin it flow
Bar outta Cris' now I'm drinkin Mo'
Stomach upset, I feel like I'm about to let it go

(Nate Dogg)
It's five o'clock in the mo'nin
Got my pedal to the flo', got my pedal to the flo'
It's time I test my 600
Wonder how fast this bitch go, wonder how fast this bitch go
Three girls and two of 'em sleepin
One got her hands on my bow, one got her hands on my bow
Sun's comin up, we still drinkin
We ballin outta control, really ballin outta control-ol

(Jermaine Dupri)
Dance, everybody
And everbody just clap ya hands
Lemme see y'all dance, everybody
Everybody just clap ya hands
Lemme see y'all dance, everybody
And everybody just clap ya hands
Lemme see y'all dance, everybody
Everybody just clap ya hands

(Nate Dogg)
Chiti-chiti-bang-bang
Down with JD
Rollin wit'cha nigga Nate D
You know these niggas straight bang,
Big game D - ballin with the 21st street
Chiti-chiti-bang-bang
Down with JD
Still makin tight-ass beats
I'm rollin in my brome, I stay sweet
Ain't nobody ballin like me...

ya want some o'
me ya wanna brawl wit
me i'll show
ya' jd. show ya jermaine
dupri
wit ludacris at my
side welcome
to atlanta is yo' sh*t
right
betta keep it
right bringin' tha
noise rockin' tha party i say
c'mon,c'mon
gonna raise tha roof
i'm livin' proof we gettin' loose like
a hangman's noose i break free
still wanna brawl wit
me well h*ll get outta here.

(Jermaine Dupri) (Freeway)
What?
Y'all got hate in your blood
(This is fucked up)
Y'all got hate in your blood
(This is fucked up man)
Y'all got hate in your blood

(Jermaine Dupri)
Listen
I know y'all niggas want me
I hear y'all niggas plottin'
I see y'all niggas lookin'
But I ain't stoppin', I'm gone, in something fast
Through the city with no top
That reach 220 on the dash, I'm so hot
In everybody's hood with other niggas' hoes
I'm throwin' paper at them bitches
Screamin' So So
Now every spot I hit
I'm hearing different shit
About homies that want me that weren't with me when I started this
It's fucked up but I
But I can't let these niggas blurry my vision
On where I'm going and how I'm living, ya know?
I got a daughter now, young age three
If her daddy don't shine, then my shorty won't eat
Feel me?
Do I floss? YES!
Sometimes I hit the block so damn hard I start hatin' my self
It's bad, I feel your pain dawg
But the only thing I'm about to change is the game motherfucker!

1 - (Freeway) (JD)
If you're sick of seeing niggas pop Cris
And talkin' bout stacking chips
You know what?!
(You got hate in your blood)
Sick of seeing Bentley's
And hearing niggas talk about sittin' on dubs
(You got hate in your blood)
If you're sick of seeing artists <it's the end>
And hearing artists <it's the end>
You know what!
(You got hate in your blood)
Listen I know you niggas want me
I hear you niggas plottin'
I see you niggas lookin'
But I ain't stoppin, it's on

(Jadakiss)
Papi had raw, then I bought him out
You know me, fuck niggas
Kill 'em all, let God sort 'em out
Rapid fire got my hands shakin'
And everybody hate dyin'
But most niggas die hatin'
While y'all run to the bank
I run to the brink
A real thug keep the Tommy gun under the mink
I got a glass kitchen
You can see what's under my sink
And I do shit just to do it
Too much money to think
So you can hate all you want
I'mma still be 'Kiss
Dirty, a lot of paper, filthy rich
JD's the architect, he built these hits
Ruff Ryder's, So So Def, feel this shit
And you can tell any one of your boys
You might find 'em in a hood near you and any one of his toys
Cause I know you got hate in your blood
Still dump eight in your mug
So cock sucker take it and love, uh

Repeat 1

(Jermaine Dupri)
Somebody tell me why man
Somebody tell me why
Do niggas just hate, hate, hate the way they do man
Let me explain something to y'all about me man
Why y'all think I was the first rap nigga on Mtv Cribs?
Cause I'm a young, fly, flashy motherfucker
Y'all think I'mma stop, FUCK NAW
I'mma keep ridin' down the block with my hat bent
In the black bent, with them dubs on that shit
We gon' still be in the club poppin' Cristal
Pourin' Belvidere on bitches
We don't GIVE A FUCK MAN
A matter of fact I wish I could smack the shit
Out of one y'all niggas right now with some money
But you know what I'm saying
Cause y'all niggas just hate, hate, hate
Well y'all gonna have to just keep hatin' motherfuckers

Repeat 1 (2x)

Bitch!

jd- Yo mutha f*****
They call me jay dee.
Yeah short for go Chuck that shit an do a, yeah you know.

My mofos comin on da street.
beatin any chick or playa that cha meet.
Mi babi jan jak Is always here, through strong and hard
you know what i mean, yeah go go go.

janet- thanks baby, i know you are my baby, come inside of me, lettin ur juices free, deep in ma pasion, go deep we get no sleep baby.
Come inside of me, yeah yeah yeah.

Jd- Cut the shit part 2 finished babe, Yeah here we go!

(Feat. Clipse, Pharrell Williams (Neptunes))

(Intro)
I'm gettin' in the groove now, so I'm like, givin it my own shit now
Alright, Could the drummer have some, y'all?
Could the drummer have some more?
Said the drummer ain't had none, in a long time
Come on, drummer!

(Beat Drops)

(Jermaine Dupri (Pharrell Williams))
Uh huh, oh
Damn baby, shit
How you get all that in them jeans?
Nevermind that, you hear this?
Its that Star Trak
Clipse, (get down!) So So Def

(Verse 1 - Terrar of Clipse, (Pharrell Williams))
Question, ask any nigga
Rap or a hustler, who rocks is bigger? (The rapper!)
Naw, dog, go figure, with the V12, I make that straight killa
I flood the block, I hug the glock
I have a whole neighborhood that seen a thug to stop (Stop!)
Cause I show 'em what Waco see, then hit the district then visit to Jac-o-b
I like my diamonds colored, watch it smothered (me too)
Show off at the place of jewels, let the white man love it (hahaha)
I'm too much, got bitches out for me
Bring 'em home, give 'em they choice of balcony
She said "We can have more fun", I said "How can we?"
Then she brought her girl in and ate her out for me, wow (Wow!)
All night sexin', just think, this all came from one question

(Chorus - Jermaine Dupri)
You got a big ass bell? Lemme see you jingle it baby
You got a big ass bell? Lemme see you jingle it baby

Wanna talk about cars? Lets talk about it
Wanna talk about houses? Lets talk about it
Wanna talk about jeweles? Lets talk about it
Wanna talk about money? Then talk without it
Wanna talk about chicks? Lets talk about it
Wanna talk about hits? Lets talk about it
Wanna talk about cris? Lets talk about it
But when you talk about cash, talk without it

(Verse 2 - Jermaine Dupri (First two lines overlap the last two lines of the chorus))
Uh huh, oh
Yo, yo

Now as the game rotates, and my chrome gets bigger
More and more girls wanna fuck this nigga
Its hard for a chick not to stick around
When I come through town, layin my dick down
They can tell a true playa by the clothes that I wear
Game that I spit, and the length of my hair
The more I come, the more I cum, get it?
What you see now, I been done did it
Every girl around, I been done hit it
Cars been kited, since I was sixteen
And yes, I'm still spendin' that Kris Kross creme
Big boy moves, big boy shine, big boy watch tell big boy time (look out)
Everybody know I got the recipe, so you know ya'll niggas can't can't with me
Matter of fact, I don't even gotta say no more, OH

(Chorus - Jermaine Dupri)

(Hook - Pharrell Williams (Jermaine Dupri))
Na na, (Oh) na na na na na na (Come on girl)
Na na na na na na (Oh) Na na na na na na na (Come on girl)
Na na na na na na (oh) Na na na na na na (Come on girl)
Na na na na na na (oh, I want you to move your waist for the whistle)
Na na na na na na (Come on girl)

(Verse 3 - Malice of Clipse)
It ain't too many things that exceed my reach
Speedboat, glass floor, let you see underneath
But nevermind that though, I'm just showing off
As I do in the Porshe show with the top lost
I ain't change the game hash, you know the name as
Malice in my wrist, like shattered stain glass
I generate them Franklin's and Grant's
Each ear look like a halogen lamp
I'm high beamin, at the same time leanin'
In the butter soft seat that keep a street thug scheming'
'For we compare paper, get your weight up
I need more points than that, don't you play with me, Jacob
You see me on my back, you see me live
I'm every color of the spectrum, like ROY G. BIV
Look dog, get a load of how daddy ball
Wanna talk about cash? Well I done said it all

(Chorus - Jermaine Dupri)

(Hook - Pharrell Williams (Jermaine Dupri) (w/ minor variation))

(Chorus - Jermaine Dupri)

[Pimpin' Ken]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
It's the motherfuckin' infamous Pimpin' Ken
Yeah, all you motherfuckin' hoes out there misguided, undecided
Y'all need to come on and fuck with a pimp right
Yeah, if y'all keep them suckers off ya motherfuckin' mind
Bitch I can keep em' off ya motherfuckin' behind
Check this out bitch, ya understand
Y'all need to quit playin' the motherfuckin' joker
And come on and pay a motherfuckin' pimp broker
Yeah ya know what I'm talkin' about
Yeah, let it be Pimpin' Ken for the reason
Ya understand I'll make it for the season
Know what I'm talkin' about, yeah bitch please believe
We can put it on the dotted line, Atlanta tied
Ya know what I'm talkin' about bitch (Yeah)
Yeah bitch ya understand, tell that nigga ya understand
You ain't missin' bitch, you ain't on no milk carton
You with pimpin' bitch, Pimpin' Ken that is
Ho ya know what I'm talkin' about (Yeah)
Damn my nigga take off, J.D. we doin' this shit
Ya understand, better known as the motherfuckin' royal highness
Ya understand, ya won't find us, ya understand
And I'm feelin' hype too (Come on)

[Jermaine Dupri]
It's that lil' College Park nigga, in fact they call me Long Dough
Niggas hate me cause I'm wearin' platinum every song go
Hoes love me cause I, cause I keep it comin' strong and yo
I'm a pimp with mine every time I don't give a fuck who she is
Bitch you can go
Get another cause they love us niggas in the fast life
Niggas that can put it down and came up with they cash right
Keep em' keep em' in the mall fresh, ball every night
That's my life
I come through any time I want to and hit that ass right
Up like a flashlight, walkin' cause of all of my bling (Bling)
One of the baddest motherfuckers that the game has seen
Think about it
From the first time that ya heard me
Way back in the 90s early
Me and my pimpin' out here doin' our thing in SWAT

[Chorus x2: Manuel Seal]
I got the money, hoes, and power
We be in to see that ya cuttin' I'm all about cha'
But if ya not up in the mix girl I ain't trippin'
Cause all day all night, we steady pimpin' pimpin'

[Pimp C]
Still smokin' out, pourin' up, keep these bitches hoin' up
They break Pimp C long bread cause everything I touch be blowin' up
Candy cars, I'm a star
Choppin' blades, sippin' on bars
Young pimp I'm from the South
Run off put that piece in ya mouth
We Jone, fuck a clone
Keep a lil' bitch on my phone
All my cars blaze chrome
Bitch can't leave my dick alone, alone, alone
You ain't from no Memphis bitch
Cause I was playin' Project Pat hittin' the switch
Puttin' the dick up in ya dame
Every time make her say my name
91 I been grippin' grain
Bitch nigga wanna steal my fame, fame, fame
I be at home smokin' dro, dro
And see a nigga doin' a dance on the video
But I'm young pimp, steak and shrimp
Flyin' high like a blimp
Write my name in the sky on track
Tell the bitch to bring my money back, back, back, back bitch

[Jermaine Dupri]
He talkin' directly to you

[Chorus x2]

[Bun B]
Well if it ain't cash then I don't want it
I'm a million dollar striver, I get liver
Then the pimps that push clock punchers nine to fivers
A high diver, with mo' tricks up my sleeve than ya boy MacGuyver
A cadaver, that'll get cha' voted off my island like 'Survivor'
Is you blind, my pimpin' only gets better with age like a fine wine
And it's time to put up yo blinds
I might raise a pimp to shine
Decide to yo mind, desing
Two steps ahead of yo slow roll
You best to get a grip on ya world, world
Or we'll put that Miracle Whip on ya girl
Pimp her, let a trick sip on that pearl
Let her pay that is
Ol' sucker for love, titty baby, mama's boy
That's just the way that is
And that's the way that it's gonna be, gonna be
So ya might as well take ya lil' Heartbreak Hotel reside
Stuck in the mud, still ridin' ass off to mo' me
Cause uh...

[Chorus x2]

[Jermaine Dupri to fade]
Bounce, come on bounce, come on bounce
Come on...bounce
Come on bounce, come on bounce, come on bounce
Come on, yeah come on bounce

Uh-huh-uh East coast (yeah)
Uh-uh-uh-huh-uh West coast (Uh-huh-uhhh)
Down in the dirty (where?)
Dirty dirty (aha ha)
C'mon

(Chorus)
(Rock with me)
Put ya hands up in the air so
(I can see)
That you feel it and never could get a
(Another JD)
How I put it down it makes you wanna
(Rock with me all night long)

(Rock with me)
Put ya hands up in the air so
(I can see)
That you feel it and never could get a
(Another JD)
How I rep the A town it makes ya
(Rock with me all night long)

(Verse 1)
Well it started off on the avenue
When I came up with the name called the So Def crew
It was me, my big homie Eddie
Up late making tapes, putting them out on the streets
I used to rap scratch even try to sing
Now I'm the little cat pumping out the steam
I used to play with it, now I stay with it, Lay with it
And huh keep pumping out hits
Cause can't nobody do it like we does
This side, that side I gets nothing but love
And I keep it pumping up in the club
Big with all the pimps, the hustlas, ladies and thugs
That respect that knock, when they hear that knock
Y'all niggas think I'm gon stop (Please!)
Y'all won't see me on behind the scenes
But you can catch me at a money machine, Ching Ching

(Chorus)

(Verse 2)
Kris Kross was the begining of the linen and cars
Houses, hidden clubs, shutting down the bars
I was only 19 doing big big things
In the CP living the American dream
Then I signed Xscape, first album 1.8 (million)
New company, my shit looked great
But uh, me being the player that I am I couldn't stop
I just had to find me something else to take to the top
Something fly that'll catch your eye
Thats when I bumped into my little sister from the West side of Chi
Demo after demo we made
Got so funkdafied now we paid
Rap or R&B we ain't playing
We demand y'all respect this afroman
As the game gets bigger, and my dough gets longer
And me and my crew get stronger
The more you wanna

(Chorus)

(Verse 3)
In every flight there's turbulance and I had some
But I remained focused and kept dropping the bomb
'What should I do next?' that was going through my head
Then Candy introduced me to a Jagged Edge
Three homies from the Dec, one from right around the corner
We went in, came out, now everybody on 'em
Three albums later, everyboby on 'em
Ain't a city you can go where the girls don't want 'em
Once again I was thinking 'whats next for me?'
Then I got a big call from my homie Steve
He said Hey, let throw something your way
It was none other than my brother they comparing to MJ
Girls can't stop screaming, three mill now
Everybody love him and his name is Bow Wow
As the game gets bigger, and my dough gets longer
And me and my crew get stronger
The more you wanna

(Chorus)

See I've been doing what I'm doing for like 10 years man
Putting out fire man
You might remember Sometimes Leather, Monica,(aha ha)
Mary J. Blige, Mariah Carey, Janet Jackson, TLC, Usher, MC Lyte
Man you name it man, I got the hits playboy
Dru Hill, Da Brat, Xscape, Jagged Edge, (ha ha)
Kris Kross, Destiny's Child, and my little homeboy Bow Wow
Listen man I never gonna stop

(JD)
uhuh, uh, yo
uhuh, uh yo
See around here
How many things can make y'all bounce you-know-im-sayin?
Left to right, right to left
uh, its so so def
and uh, yo, let it go

(Chorus: Manish Man)
Rule number one, my niggas gotta chase the cheese
Number two, keep these mother-fucking hoes on they knees
Number three, come down with your strap-on strap-on
Niggas love to hate, so get your cap-on cap-on

(Manish Man)
One for my niggas aint down for hoes
Free drinks for my niggas stayin crunk throwin bows
Its ya boy Manish Man in this bitch
Niggas love to hate, hoes jock cause I'm gettin rich
Keep my mind on my fetti just to let you know
Strapped with rocks, reds, and camera's in my black fo'fo
On the east-side nigga tryin to get me some paper
Lythonia, Stone Mountain, all over Decatur
These hoes be lovin the player, Jason calling me baby
But fuck that, I rather trot these hoes are too damn shady
Look I dont need a bitch, I'm ridin down for me
And fuck a gang of niggas, see I'm a soldier G
And aint another nigga, who got more got game than me
You need to check yo shit, because its lame to me
Since 91 been payin the cost, to be the boss
Got no time to floss, because the game's throwed off

(Chorus)

(Manish Man)
Number one, my niggas gotta chase the cheese
Number two, keep these mother-fucking hoes on they knees
Number three, dont forget to put ya strap on ya side
Nigga who ride who ride

(JD)
uh, South-side, South-side
If anybody know bout paper-chasing its me
Playboy J to the, E-N-D
Steady showin niggas how we do it down south
Steady ridin shit that aint even came out
In the club, VIP is where you find me at
Private planes, ice chains, I dont know how to act
Every city, got me somethin pretty keep em on they back
"If I aint a hot boy then what do you call that"
If its my shit, off the top you can tell
Cranberry, pineapple, four bottles of bale
Cats that play sports, rap fresh from jail
Hoes in packs, screamin out ATL
See I'm the type of nigga that was built for cash
Drive me and droppin puttin down a smash
Knowin nothing in life, but how to make these hits
Get paper, spit game in, pull me a bitch

(Chorus)

(Manish Man)
Rule number one, my niggas gotta chase the cheese
Number two, keep these mother-fucking hoes on they knees
Number three, dont forget to put the strap on ya side
Nigga who ride who ride, East-side, East-side
Fuck these hoes, fuck these snitches
Down south niggas, chop twenty-inches
Fuck these snitches, and fuck these hoes
Four TV screen's, big chevy four do's
Niggas best believe imma represent
Hardcore niggas gettin dead presidents
Where the real niggas went, imma let you know
Lay back with the strap, and they aint found no mo'
These lil niggas trippin, all that hollarin-screamin
I know yo momma saw dick, she should've swallowed that semen
Now I'm drivin through your block, red hot like a demon
Cock it back, all you see is the beam from my demon
And it aint no ping ping nigga, black-eye black-eye
No respect for the game, you better watch-out watch-out
Got this shit on lock, and now you locked-out locked-out
All that hate on a playa, gone get you knocked-out knocked-out

(Chorus)

(Manish Man)
Rule number one, my niggas gotta chase the cheese
Number two, keep these mother-fucking hoes on they knees
Number three, dont forget to put the strap on ya side
Nigga who ride who ride, East-side, East-side

(Jermaine Dupri)
(uh uh uh)
Bounce (uh uh uh)
Bounce (uh uh)
Bounce (uh uh)
Ryde with me now
yeah (haha)
Supafly muthafucka
Yeah (uh uh)

(Jermaine Dupri)
You know how fly I always look
I keep banging and I keep them off the hook
You know about my peeps and all the lady's I be with
The Blue and Blue Mercedes with the rims and kit
You know about my house and carroners in the fridge
And the ATL shorty this how a nigga live
Besides Cheapy, they call me Mr. Long
You can catch me in the streets in a all pink suit
Leaning to the side, swinging my hair
Trunk full ants, ain't no room for a spair
I got them big beast pumping with the ace and bag
And the white shelltoes with them mean: they match
You know me before the CD: it ain't nothing but flossin'
If you allergic I suggest you turn this muthafucka off
'Cause i'm off the glissy, all i'm think about, talk about
Is Big Missy, new pissy, two damn tricky
I am

(Bilal) Call this pimping a game
If an old trick knows my name
Maaaan
(JD) Supafly
(Bilal) The Boss so cold
(JD) haha
I am
(Bilal) Call this pimping a game
If an old trick knows my name
Maaaan
(JD) Supafly muthafucka
(Bilal) The Boss so cold


(Jermaine Dupri)
Ho, So, glow
all that's rubbing on them 20's is the only way to roll
You know, about the G wag, how the pants at
How lady's all over the country want this nigga so bad
You know what I say be the truth not the agg
Stretch cream belly with the partner back
You know it's just me and my niggaz and some lady's getting full
Crunk as hell drinking Belvedere and Red Bull
You know about the bouncin' and the booty shaking collar
Poppin' money, making city that I come from
You know about the playing hating
baby, mama drama, 'cause uhh
Us players we all got some
And it's I supafly seven days a week
The one that everybody want to,
when they warm that heat
'Cause i'm off the glissy, all i'm think about, talk about
Is Big Missy, new pissy, two damn tricky
I am

(Bilal) Call this pimping a game
If an old trick knows my name
Maaaan
(JD) Supafly
(Bilal) The Boss so cold
(JD) haha
I am
(Bilal) Call this pimping a game
If an old trick knows my name
Maaaan
(JD) Supafly muthafucka
(Bilal) The Boss so cold


{Chorus with variations until fade}

(Ludacris)
Yeah
Welcome to Atlanta, jackin hammers and vogues
Back to the mackin and jackin the clothes, adolescent packin a fo'
A knock on the do', who is it? I would happen to know
The one with the flow - who did it?, it was me I suppose
J-D in the Rolls and Luda's in the Cutt Supreme
Skatin down Old Nat, gat tucked and lean
I split ya splean, as a matter of fact I split ya team
No blood on the sneaks, gotta keep it so my kicks is clean
I get the cream, cops see me flick my beams
I'm allergic to doc' prescribed antihistamines
Oink oink, pig pig, do away with the pork
Only silverware I needs a steak knife and a fork
Did you forget your fuckin manners, I'm +Bruce+ with +Banners+
Ludacris, Johnny Rockets when I shoot the cannon
The wooly mammoth sabretooth, bitch bite your tongue
I won't stop until I'm rich as them whites'll come
I pulled up in the black Lotus, your plaques are bogus
So I stripped them off the wall
Waitin for my cue to corner pocket eight balls, you rackin 'em up
I'm big paper like pancakes, stackin 'em up
In fact I'm slappin 'em up, Cadallac'n the truck
I can't loose with twenty-two, bitch that's what's up
Runnin in the back to fuck, better tha-than the aquaduct
Chil-li-li-li-li-n.. fli-pi-pi-pi-pi-n, what?

(Jermaine Dupri)
Yo, yo, y-y-yo, yo, yo
Y-y-yo yo, yo-yo-yo
Yo yo-yo-yo, yo-yo, yo
Y-yo, yo, yo-yo-yo-yo-yo yo

(Chorus: J.D. followed by Ludacris)
Welcome to Atlanta where the players play
And we ride on dem thangs like ev-ery day
Big beats, hit streets, see gangsters roamin
And parties dont stop 'til eight in the mo'nin

Welcome to Atlanta where the players play
And we ride on dem thangs like ev-ery day
Big beats, hit streets, see gangsters roamin
And parties dont stop 'til eight in the mo'nin

(Jermaine Dupri)
Yo, uhh
Now the party don't start 'til I walk in
And I usually don't leave until the thang ends
But in the meantime, in between time
You work yo' thing, I'll work mine
I been puttin it down here since eighty-three
Since the Lake Show/MD rivalry
When +Frozen Paradise+ was the place to be
If you was ridin, you was bumpin to homie Shy-D
I'm the M.B.P., Most Ballin-ist Player
Make my own rules, bitch call me the mayor
Monday night, +Gentlemen's Club+
Tuesday night, I'm up in the +Velvet Room+, gettin fucked up
Wednesday, I'm at +Strokers+ on lean
Thursday, +Jump Clean+, then I fall up in +Kream+
Friday, +Shark Bar+, +Kaya+ with Frank Ski
Right on the flo' is where you can find me
Saturday, is off the heezy fo' sheezy
You can find me up in +One-Tweezy+
Sunday, is when I get my sleep in
Cause on Monday we be at it again, holla!

(Jermaine Dupri)
Yo, yo, y-y-yo, yo, yo
Y-y-yo yo, yo-yo-yo
Yo yo-yo-yo, yo-yo, yo
Y-yo, yo, yo-yo-yo-yo-yo yo

(Chorus) - repeat 2X

feat. Katrina, Nate Dogg, R.O.C., Skeeter Rock, Tigah
(Skeeter Rock talking)
Hey this is Skeeter Rock comin' to you live at the hip-hop barbershop
I wanna give a shout out to College Park, Eastpointe, Swats, and Decatur
A fellas ain't y'all sick of these hoes paging and stressing you out
Right now we looking for all the ladies that got out back
Whatever I'm bout, she bout that, whatever I'm on, she on that

(Chorus - Katrina)
Whatever you bout, I'm bout that
Whatever you on, I'm on that
Whatever you wanna do, I just wanna be right where you at
(I just wanna have some fun)
Whatever you bout, I'm bout that
Whatever you on, I'm on that
Whatever you wanna do, I just wanna be right where you at

(Verse 1 - Jermaine Dupri)
Uh, all around the world girls know about me
Ridin' up and down old N-A-T
Plates on the back say Don Chi Chi
Hat bent, black Bent, lookin so fresh, so clean, I'm ridin'
Same J.D., same game again
Out here hittin' hoes like Cham-ber-lin
And I love it when they let me come through
Even bring my crew, then I'm in the wind, no stress
No, where you going, no, where you been
No where you at, no, who you wit (Uh)

(JD and Tigah)
Care free very freaky hoe, that's what I prefer (Say what)
That let me come through anytime, and do what I wanna do to her

(Tigah)
And come on and work it on me, like it's all about you
Play at your own risk, girl hugs and kiss (Kissing sound)
Baby shake it up like dice
Nasty and naughty, exotic and nice
Home alone, girl hit me on that Nextel
J. on the other end, she waiting to exhale
Cop a baby L blat, do as, I'm bangin' in that back
She got pictures of me, bangin' in that back
So we gon', laze up, in my tunes
And lock up for days in a hotel room
Pull the pink thong to the West (West)
Prepare to insert billy bong in ya chest
And get full of smoke just like Chris-tian

List-en, cause I forgot to men-tion
Ain't no shit bumpin' like this one
Girlfriend lets relieve some ten-sion, girl I hear you saying

(Chorus - Katrina)
Whatever you bout, I'm bout that
Whatever you on, I'm on that
Whatever you wanna do, I just wanna be right where you at
(I just wanna have some fun)
Whatever you bout, I'm bout that
Whatever you on, I'm on that
Whatever you wanna do, I just wanna be right where you at

(R.O.C. talking w/ last 2 lines of chorus)
Yeah we on that, let's do it, uh

(Verse 2 - R.O.C.)
Lord knows, flows, I kick expose
Hoes, get 'em right out of they clothes
Never knew she was so disgustin'
Fuckin, suckin' discussing over lunch and
With her girlfriend, how I bangs it in
For seven, four, O, I, L, N
Head so compellin', I'm tellin'
Every nigga that I know then I'm bailin'
Soon as I screw one, then I'm choosin'
A new one, so it's never no confusion
My solution, is distribution
One I require, this kids retire
Retails, mines, females, mines
Heartbreaks, yours, broads gettin' divorced
But of course, now if you bout what I'm bout
Then bring me dough and cook my dope in ya house

(Nate Dogg)
I smell somethin' fishy baby, that ain't ya breath
I pass on the pussy you can suck it and step
Swallow all the juice until it ain't nothin' left
She ain't that fine, but she does it the best
Westside riders, do what they want
Dogg Pound Gang ain't afraid, to dump
We never hesitate to give 'em just what they want
When I'm in the ATL, baby don't front
She knows I got a girl, whatever
She knows I fucked her girl, whatever
She knows it's a one-night stand, whatever (Whatever)
She knows I can't be her man, whatever
Westside riders, they be mobbin' wit J.D.
Oooooh, homeboy T-I-G
Southside riders, Nate Dogg and R.O.C.
Oooooh, we'er the best you'll ever see