Lil' Flip

Here we go
Welcome to my world nigga of
Cadillacs and stacks
Triple X throwbacks with my name on the back
Uh, I know you see us
You wanna be us
With Jam Master Jay on my Adidas
Plus I ride around in two-seata's
I hope its cold cuz i'm comin wit my heata
I'm on Fleeta doin 150
Can't you tell my cut i'm pimpin
And if I hit one time shes limpin
And if he trick one dime he's simpin
Cause we don't do it like that over here
All we do is grip grain on the stair
Like Killer Mike all I do is dream about sex
But when I wake up I have a dream about a check
And after that I burn rubber when i jump in my Vette
Yet his hoes raise up but it ain't come out yet, I'm Speed Racin

On 20's (On 20's)
Wheels Spinnin(Wheels Spinnin)
These hoes grinnin
I pulled up with the top off
On 20's (On 20's)
Wheels spinnin (Wheels Spinnin)
these hoes grinnin
Futuristic tennis shoes when I hop off

Yeah, Yeah, Yeah I got a need for speed get in da truck wit me
Or we can start the Bentley doin a buck fifty
I'm so gangsta, chickenheads dont' wanna fuck wit me
But you can love me or hate me baby you stuck wit me
And I'm a flow til the police come and get me
We run dis city, you can't do nothin wit me
Its young red ya'll I'm rollin something sticky
You see them 20's believe they worth three a penny
And I ain't really got nuthin to lose
So announce on 22's start spreadin the news
Lets speed it up a little
Hoes love to choose
Soon as the spot the drop
Man it gotta be the shoes
The fast lane is where a nigga live ev'r night
Look for the grain stay away from the red light
Them old folks hear me creepin up the st

(feat. Ludacris, Static & Tity Boi)

(Intro: Man with deep voice)
I, I came to bring the pain, pain
I, I came to bring the pain, pain
I, I came to bring the pain, pain
I, I came to bring the pain, pain
I came to..
I, I came to bring the pain (grrr!) (grrr!)
I came to, I, I came to
I came to, I came to

(Chorus: Lil' Flip, Tity Boi, Static)

(Lil' Flip) I came to bring the pain nigga!
(Static) And I came to bust them things nigga
(Lil' Flip) The night'll rearrange your frame nigga
(Lil' Flip) You scared nigga!
(Static) You scared nigga!
(Lil' Flip) One more time
(Lil' Flip) I came to bring the pain nigga!
(Tity Boi) And I came to change the game nigga
(Lil' Flip) The night'll rearrange your frame nigga
(Lil' Flip) You scared nigga!
(Tity Boi) You scared nigga!
(Lil' Flip) Oh oh!

(Verse 1: Lil' Flip)
Get out my face, get out my face! (you is a hoe hoe)
You talk behind my back, back (but I know know)
I pack a 4-4 (and I bust bust)
And I ain't leaving this mess (in hand cuffs cuffs)
You better put your hands up (what?)
Get them little budget then wrap your fans up but you still won't catch up
Cause I'm connected on the East (East), I'm connected on the West (West)
I ain't saying I'm the best (best) but I feel like I'm blessed (blessed)
I got thirty on my neck (neck) and twenty in my mouth (mouth)
But if I feel disrespected, I'm a call your ass out
They gone haul your ass out now you crying like a bitch
I told you not to fuck with the Screwed Up Clique

(Chorus: Lil' Flip, Tity Boi, Static)

(Verse 2: Tity Boi)
Bring the pain, hard core, selling cane
Sun, snow, water, rain
Shorty I will flip this stuff until the task force came
Tried to rearrange the game, tried to bang, I suck at slanging
New slang I had to switch it up, wrap a pimp cursing on the track
The mack will leave you on your back, strap will leave you with a gap
Stop smiling! - glances you see visions of the past
You see niggaz with masks, up in cars with no tags
When we balling! - I'm from the apartments, started with all of it
Different day same clip, so close I can't miss
Tity, Flip, Ludacris, got bricks, roosters, chicks
Snatching bread then we dip, it's South Side - represent!

(Verse 3: Ludacris)
Now the clique is called D.T.P. so get your crew right
We peer pressure fools, even +Dudley+ don't +Do-Right+
So go on your city, it's a South rebellion
We putting "foots" in your asses, how we speak Australian?
I'm trained in the art of whoop ass, check my accolades
Got a knife and I'm giving out free after shaves
Plus a new acting gig, take a look at the CLIP!
It's called one up in the chamber and four on the HIP!
I snatch your girls in the club and use them as throat throttles
Then you'll get hit with fifteen mini Moe bottles
Got glocks for your stocks and that thing for your chain
And uh, mutual guns for your mutual funds main!

(Chorus: Lil' Flip, Tity Boi, Static)

(Outro: Man with deep voice)
I came to
I, I came to bring the pain
I came to
I, I came to
I came to
I came to bring the pain
I, I came to bring the pain

(Chorus)
In this world I'm gon' pity
I was raised in the ghetto-out the city
(Naaaaah, mmmmmmm)
In this world I'm gon' pity
I was raised in the ghetto-out the city
(Naaaaah, mmmmmmm)

(Verse 1)
Look I was raised in in the (ghetto)
I got payed in the (ghetto)
alot of gangsta's got made in the (ghetto)
alot of wanksta's got, got in the (ghetto)
got shot in the (ghetto)-but not popped in they metal
I use to hang out with the ol' G's and peep game
they use to send me to the store and tell me keep the change
now it's eight years later and I run shit
kiss the ring 'cause now I'm on some dumb shit
and I ain't with that kissing ass shit dawg
you owe me stacks, don't hold me back-I'm backin heat with the Heatmakers
I can spitt it from the head I don't need a piece of loose sleeve paper
you wonder why I never mix and mingle
I'd rather roll a dutch and mix my single
and I don't know about ya'll but I'm workin
and I don't know about you but I ain't hurtin'



(Chorus)
In this world I'm gon' pity
I was raised in the ghetto-out the city
(Naaaaah, mmmmmmm)

(Verse 2)
My neighborhood ain't shit like Mister Rogers
cause in the(ghetto)niggaz quick to squabble
everybody unemployed in the (ghetto)-well fair, health care
shit the game ain't fair-alot of ya'll never come back to the (ghetto)
'cause ya'll greedy ass f**k
niggaz don't take care of they kids they'd rather by a new truck
you wanna be a ghetto star and ride in the hood
cause when the D's post up it's goin down in the hood
it's understood that more paper, bring more haters
everybody wanna coach but we need more players
in eighth grade I got paid on a regular basis
I'm stepping out with Air Max with the regular laces

(Chorus)
In this world I'm gon' pity
I was raised in the ghetto-out the city
(Naaaaah, mmmmmmm)

Something is holdin me back (repeat til the end)

(Lil' Flip)
Yea, this track right here making them bounce - y'know
Jump in the old chevy and bounce
Yea, uh, play ya skillz on the track

(Chorus repeat 2 times: Lil' Flip)
Now bounce for yo click nigga! (bounce)
Bounce for yo hood and throw it up
Throw it up, throw it up!!(where you from)

Now bounce for yo town nigga! (bounce)
It's goin down, throw it up
Throw it up, throw it up!!(where you from)

(Lil' Flip)
Now where you from?
Homey Im from the southside (southside)
And when I pull up it the maybach and leave your mouthwide (mouthwide)
You better get your mind correct like the color changing clique
Before I correct your mind and fuck around and bang your chick (nigga)
One time for all my ladies, 2 times for all my thugs
If you wearin a fake jacob you know you a scrub
You gotta step it up, I got a special cup
I get my shine on
But no these aint no rimestones
I got my clothing line
I got my liquor coming
And if you on a verse each part 1500
Nigga you do the math
I never use a cab
I'm from the derrty, I rock custom jerseys

(Chorus)

(Lil' Flip)
I pack a k nigga (k nigga)
I blow that haze nigga (haze nigga)
I'll be at frisco fuckin with them bay niggaz
Them niggaz bump screw, and they will jump you
They pick me up from the airport with them pumps foo
And we ready nigga so bring it on ho
I be at Harlem nights but don't step on my big toe
One time for all my gangstas, 2 times for all my wankstas
I made a lot of yall careers and and yall aint tell me thank ya
But Im a grown man, I hold my own man
Not from ATL but I'm killin Mikes like Killer Mike
Half the time I don't write
I just grab an ounce
Tell play to fresh record
And watch these niggaz bounce

(Chorus)

(Lil' Flip)
I'm on luda shit, screwed up, track 8
Plus I did rock n' roll with Fam Lay
In VA, Norfolk to be exact
I did a track with Swiss Beats, yea I got that crack
My niggaz got my back
Yo niggaz quick to run
And leave you there lookin dumb (now that's gangsta)
One time for all my pimps, 2 times for all my hoes
I went from gold, white to plat
Back to rosegold

(Chorus)

(Lil' Flip)
I thank god everyday
For paving the way
Cause he made me what I am 2day
A young entrepreneur with amazing talent
In order 2 b the best you must take the challenge
I'm trying 2 b number 1 cause number 2 don't matter
People trying 2 pull you down when you climb the ladder
Niggaz hate 2 c u up but they love it when you down
That's why I'm always proud when I come around
cause talk is cheap that's why I rap
I'm getting NBA money with no salary cap
Mama it feels good to put money in your mailbox
This for my niggas locked up in the cell blocks

(Chorus repeat 2 times)
Cause the sun don't shine
That's why I spit these rhymes
To ease my mind
For real I got to get away

(Lil' Flip)
In life you go through drama and pain
And when someone close dies it'll give you a migraine
And a whole lot of stress, a whole lot of tears
The days turn into nights, the nights turn into years
I'm not happy here, I'm on another atmosphere
I got to get away just to get my mind clear
That's why I smoke so much it relieves my stress
Just imagine everyday I got to wear my vest
I got to watch my back
Cause niggas hiding the jack
When you see these moving like crack you feel that
To all my niggas in jail you better keep your head up
To my niggas in the hood keep your bread up

(Chorus repeat 2 times)

(Lil' Flip)
If I died today shit lived my life
And if I could do it again Id do it twice
No more moving white or shooting dice
Or creeping late night trying to screw your wife
Cause I'm a changed man with the heart of a lion
Even if I was a midget id be fighting a giant
Ill never give up I'm from the home of the braves
I'm still ballin like pac from the cradle to the grave

(Chorus repeat 3 times)

(feat. Will-Lean)

(Lil' Flip)
It was all a dream... (Ha-ha)
We finally made it (finally made it)
One A, One B
We came up from

(Chorus, Lil' Flip)
Rags to riches (wha)
Rags to riches (wha)
Me and Will-Lean came up from rags to riches (wha)
Rags to riches (wha)
Rags to riches (wha)
(Will-Lean) We're Clover G's, pull up, we got the baddest bitches
(Lil' Flip) Rags to riches (wha)
Rags to riches (wha)
Me and Will-Lean came up from rags to riches (wha)
Rags to riches (wha)
Rags to riches (wha)
(Will-Lean) We're Clover G's, pull up, we got the baddest bitches

(Verse 1)

(Lil' Flip) I push a drop-top
(Will-Lean) I push a Maserati
(LF) I got five screens
(WL) In my black Denali
(LF) You know the ladies love us
(WL) You know the niggaz hate us
(LF) We learn to make the money
(WL) Don't let the money make us
(LF) We can't fuck with you fakers
(WL) We keep a gat for jackers
(LF) Them shots will hit ya ass
(WL) BOOM! Harder than a linebacker
(LF) I got a chip on my shoulder
(WL) I got three clips in my holster
(LF) Let's get it on nigga
(WL) Before I spit ya dome nigga
(LF) I'm nominated this year
(WL) We need a Grammy nigga
(LF) I'm at the Source Awards
(WL) Down in Miami nigga
(LF) I used to be broke
(WL) Now we paid in full
(LF) We back to back (back to back)
(WL) Like the Chicago Bulls
(LF) We came a long way
(WL) You shouldn't have made a left (made a left)
We made a right (made a right)
(LF) You went the wrong way
Now we coming up
(WL) Y'all niggaz goin' broke
(LF) We got our own weed
(WL) Y'all still borrowin' smokes

(Chorus)

(Verse 2)

(WL) I fuck with mad hoes
(LF) You already know
(WL) I got three chicks in Pensacola
(LF) And two in Me-ji-co
(WL) And we thuggin
(LF) Rollin' on dubs
(WL) I can't quit like Snoop
(LF) We smokin' our stuff
(WL) Nigga, you not hard
(LF) You just a pop star
(WL) You sweet in the middle
(LF) You remind me of a Pop Tart
(WL) You had a head start
(LF) But you in last place
(WL) That's what you niggaz get
(LF) For movin' at a fast pace
(WL) We number one for real-uh
(LF) Just fire up the killa
(WL) And if you wanna show
(LF) Just wire us the skrilla
(WL) We came to bring the pain
(LF) And Johnny bring the chain
(WL) What about the watch?
(LF) We got special rocks
(WL) Cause we got extra glocks
(LF) With a few extra shots
(WL) When I reflect a dot
(LF) You gettin' extra dots
(WL) We got Lexus drops
(LF) Our paper never stop
(WL) We Clover G's on top
(LF) And we extra hot

(Chorus)

Oh, next light bust a right.
It's not gonna be too hard.
If there's no parking on the street pull up on their front yard.
Don't bring no vodka, or whisky,
we've got everything you need.
Just bring a pair of your dancing shoes and get down to this beat.

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Let's go down.
Wash that sugar down.
You gotta realize that there aint no party
like the party going on in my house.
Better believe that it's gonna be the biggest night of the year.
Because there aint no party
like the party going on in my house,
but it would be so much better if you were only here.
... Mmmm, oh, that's right. Mmmm,
prom night, Oscar night, got all that BS beat.

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There's twenty girls for every single boy
and their crazy from this heat.
We'll take you up and down and everywhere in between.
Mom and Dad are out of town all week,
so you better get on your feet.


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Let's go down. Wash that sugar down.
Ain't No Party
Because there aint no party like the party going on in my house.
Better believe that it's gonna be the biggest night of the year,
because there aint no party like the party going on in my house,
but it would be so much better if you were only here.
Mmmm. Oh I think it's gonna get hot tonight.

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Brothers and sisters moving in together so,
so nice and tight.
Everything you ever wanted from this life is gonna happen right now.
Oooh, those girls tend to hide (?),
and the temperatures rise,
better reach for the sky and raise up the ceiling. ...

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Because there aint no party like the party going on in my house.
Better believe that its gonna be the biggest night of the year.
Because there aint no party like the party going on in my house,
but it would be so much better if you were only here.
If only you were here

(talking)
Play-N-Skillz

(Chorus: Repeat 2x)
Is it cause dem boyz is out there shinin (shinin)
Maybe cause dem boyz is out there grindin (grindin)
Platinum pieces with canari diamonds (diamonds)
But haters they talkin but never mind them (never mind them)

(Verse 1: Lil' Flip)
Well I'm back up in yo' ear once again cause I run this shit
And I want rap about it unless I done that shit
We catchin flights to Vegas, we stay away from haters
We always chasin'paper-we ballin like The Lakers
We stepping out in our gators, nothin but pimps and players
All my close taylor plus I got hoes that at bayla
I'm like Popeye the sailor 'cause I smoke me spinach
And when my Benz pass by they be like "I hope he in it"
They know my shit ain't rented (why?) cause I got two
Yeah I got blue diamonds but these yellow rocks fool

(Chorus: Repeat 2x)

(Verse 2: Lil' Flip)
I got bagguetes in the middle of my chain
H2 in the middle of the lane-doin donuts in the middle of the rain
If you in a wreck can I get alittle brain
I ain't gotta spend a thing for me to hit ya dame
I smoke so much dro hoe I might forget yo name
Stop (wheels screech) don't make me cock it, and pop it
And reload quick I'm like Bone Crusher I ain't never scared bitch!
I'm into making bread bitch and ridin candy red shit
I'm doin this for Pimp C and my nigga Head bitch
'Cause when the feds hit I don't wanna be around
I'm a be real with you I don't wanna be in town
'Cause when I'm on the road I'm gettin more dough
I'm gettin unreleased Jordans straight from Tokoyo

(Chorus: Repeat 2x)

(Verse 3: Lil' Flip)
Whenever I'm buyin (ice) I'm like fuck the (price)
'Cause no matter how much I spend Johnny gon'have me (right)
Johnny gon'have me (right), yellas mixed with (white)
Yo chain shinin in the day but look at mine when it's night
You see the differance in the rocks they look like blocks
Red, white, and blue diamonds got me lookin like the cops
(Sirens) everybody pullin over cause they think they gettin stopped
Oh mybad that's my chain and my mothafuckin watch

(Lil' Flip)
Heh that's how we doin it man, Lil' Flipper
Play-N-Skillz on the track this that shit that make niggaz bounce
If you in a drop top make that mothafucker bounce
Stick ya mothafuckin pinky ring out the window cause
(shinin) southside, (grindin)northside, (diamonds)eastside
(never mind them) westside Haha that's how we do it man
Lil' Flipper underground legend U Gotta Feel Me, U Gotta Feel Me
I ain't fuck off my budget U Gotta Feel Me Haha
WOOOOO!, yeah ya'll buyin them ol'high ass tracks
I'm like fuck it shit I ain't settlin I'll fuck wit Play-N-Skillz haha bitch bitch

(feat. Lea)

(Intro: Lea, (Lil' Flip))

(Lea) Uhhhhhhh
(Lil' Flip) Yeeah
(Lea) Ohh, ohh, ohh, oh baby
(Lil' Flip) Lil' Flipper (Lil' Flipper)
(Lea) Ooh baby
(Lil' Flip) My girl Lea (my girl Lea) hit it

(Chorus: Lea)
Sunshine
I can call you my baby boy
You can call me your baby girl
Maybe we can spend some time (some time)
I can be your sunshine!
I can call you my baby boy
You can call me your baby girl
Maybe we can spend some time (some time)
I can be your sunshine!

(Verse 1: Lil' Flip)
Look, I know you wanna chill wit a player
But all you got to do is keep it real wit a player
Just answer your phone whenever I call
Cause I'm riding on chrome whenever I ball
I like them short and tall but not too thick
I just walk in the spot and take my pick
And they wanna roll cause they like my style
And when I pop my collar I make them smile
I need a lady in the streets but a freak in the sheets
That know how to cook cause a nigga like to eat
Spaghetti, shrimp and steak and I'll adore you
I'll treat you like milk, I'll do nothing but spoil you

(Chorus: Lea)

(Verse 2: Lil' Flip)
I know your friends wanna holla cause I got them dollars
Push the Maybach Monday, tuesday Impala
I switch whips like kicks I'm a balla (I'm a balla)
And if I get your phone number I'm a call ya (I'm a call ya)
And we can meet up the next day and chill
But I'm always on the road baby girl, that's how I live
I got bills to pay, I got moves to make
But when my plane touch down, pick me up at 8:00, don't be late

(Chorus: Lea)

(Verse 3: Lea)
We don't have to be in love (love)
We can just be friends!
I will be right there, beginning to the end!
I can bring my girls (girls), you can bring your friends (friends)
We can both have fun, don't want this stuff to end!

(Verse 4: Lil' Flip)
They say love is pain and pain is love
I know ya Momma mad cause you talk to a thug
You think you know my type but you ain't got no clue
About - what a nigga like me do
I like to stack my bread and flip my chips
And I can change ya life if ya get wit Flip
I take private jets to Vagas, man
It's twenty bread each pick cause I'm major man
We can cruise the world in a Bently Azure
But don't worry, the chauffer open the door
You couldn't ask for more cause we got it all (we got it all)
Cause you my baby girl right?, right?

(Chorus: Lea)

(Outro: Lea)
We don't have to be in love (love)
We don't have to be in love (love)

(feat. Diplomats)

Lil' Flip, Jim Jones {*repeat 4X*}

(Chorus: Lil' Flip - repeat 2X)
Y'all don't want it with us, y'all don't want it with us
Y'all don't want it with us (Clover Gs!)
Y'all don't want it with us, y'all don't want it with us
Y'all don't want it with us (Dip Set!)

(Verse 1: Lil' Flip)
This sixteen bars of my brain, I show my scars through my pain
I write my bars on the plane, I bring my boys on the plane
There's nothing like it, I swear
Can't no other rappers compare
Cause I can spit it or write it
Just admit it, you like it
I'm the hottest around
Niggaz know how I get down
But this ain't Making The Band
I'm tired of shaking your hand
I got the piece to the puzzle, I'm on the streets when I hustle
I got the heat with the muzzle, Okay (Okay)
You think you know it all, but I proove to show it all
When I move, you get one shot, hope you don't blow it, dog
Don't bite the hand that feeds you
You just a lukewarm, bookworm nigga and believe me, I can read you
I'm tired of snakes and rats, I'm moving forward, you pacing back
While I'm in N.Y. collaborating, blazing tracks
You gotta face the fact, I got the only platinum plaque
I did it well, even when I'm gone, my shit'll sell

(Chorus)

(Verse 2: Jim Jones)
Just let my movement protrude (Dips)
Or we will move on you dudes (Fuckers)
And you niggaz that's beefin, okay I'll chew you like food (Yummy)
Don't get Houston confused (No)
Cause they music is screwed (Purple)
They ain't slow for a second, cause they sippin on lean
They will roll up with weapons, the four-fifth and the beam (Boom!)
Get you tore up, we stretch 'em, you talk shit to my team (R.I.P.)
We controllin' our section, raw shit for the fiends (I'll smack you)
The boys controllin' my section, cause we gettin' that cream (Squalie!)
And we roll in Rovers, iced out birds and frozen clovers (Blingin!)
You know I'm smokin dozers, with that thing I roll with soldiers (East Side!)
So if you want it fam, you'll get it fam, I'll hit you man (Unnh)
And when I grip that blam, POP! POP! POP!, Dip Set the fam

(Chorus)

(Verse 3: Lil' Flip)
I'm ready to let you have it
Glocks and automatics
I put them in your chest
You shoulda wore your vest
Cause we comin to your house
With the forty cals
Dumpin twenty five rounds
Now bitch, lay it down

(Jim Jones)
So when we pull up to clubs, they say we known for the brawlin
And all these bottles I'm poppin, it's uncontrollable ballin
Straight from the projects, I'm still cased up with charges
It only takes me three seconds to straight spray out a cartridge
I'm prepared for the streets, and I ain't scared of police
You know my gangstas ride out, we know to fliz with them heats
We cop cars with them spinners, I be in Texas for breakfast
Sippin' on Purple and Sprite and back in Harlem for dinner

(Chorus)

(feat. Pastor Troy, Baby D & Killer Mike)

(Pastor Troy)
We-we ain't playin (ain't playin wit ya)
we-we ain't playin (ain't playin wit ya)
we-we ain't playin (ain't playin wit ya)

(Verse 1:Lil' Flip)
Uh, I'm smoking blunts with my niggaz-I'm pullin triggers for cash
promoters comin up short we put that heat on they ass
'cause when that shot gun blast, it ain't no stoppin the shells
you doing shows everyday but you ain't clockin no mail
I'm in the A-T-L fuckin with killers and thugs
just book me for a show and watch me fill up the club
I gets nothing but love-I ride nothing but dubs
you steadily talkin that shit but you want box me with gloves
don't make me fuck up ya mug, don't make me wire ya jaw
I'm never scared like Bone Crusher so go hire a law
so he can watch yo back, I hope he got yo gat
you ain't sound scannin so how you got yo plaque? (nigggaa)

(Chorus: Pastor Troy)
We ain't playin' (what they stressin nigga)
we ain't playin' (what they yellin nigga)
We ain't playin' (what they stressin nigga)
we ain't playin' (what they yellin nigga)

(Verse 2: Pastor Troy)
I'm bout to bust me a head, I'm bout to hurt me a hoe
I'm in the club on this riddlin nigga and puffin the dro'
you already know bitch it's PT!
and ain't naan nigga in here (bullet shots) gon' fuck wit me
I roll with Little'Flip lettin them hollows rip
straight at yo chest plate I can't fuckin wait
until a nigga cross my path you do the math
I got thirty in my clip, tell them niggaz Little'Flip

(Chorus)

(Verse 3: Killer Mike)
Nigga roll wit ya self bring more drama then a Shakespeare play
when I pull that K-up off the shelf
shot the deputy and the chief got my crew need no one else
lose my crew smoke by myself, drink by myself
sit at the crib and plot by myself
back to the block serve rocks by myself
back to the block nigga break yo self
got somethin I need don't play yo self
you can freestyle I'm a pay myself, money over bitches I'm a stay myself
you love hoes-I love myself wake up in the mornin and hug myself
when I hang with Flip we leanin left
with a flock of hoes like we some pimps

(Verse 4: Baby D)
When I step in the club everybody gettin up
cause they know I came to make 'em jump
from the North, to the South, to the East, to the West
put 'em up, represent it, and get it crunk
throwin bows when ya bouncin on the flo'
let me ask ya lil'shawty what you really, really wanna do
I know you got 50 niggaz
but I got 50 niggaz matter-of-fact me and Flip make 52
stay ready to act a fool, throwin them blades up on the stage
give me three step back my nigga or get hate
delay my mind state, you get (??)up fa sho
it's goin down tonight and you know, kickin in do's
givin 'em hell, makin 'em second bout the rhicter scale
A-T-L keepin 'em bouncin off the hook leavin haters shook
and we ain't playin my nigga we'll fuck you up

(Chorus) - repeat to end

(Lil' Flip Talking)
Wooo wooo this wat i want you to do.
I want you to go to the bar and buy the most expensive drink and pour
It on the nigga you dont like
We aint come here to rock the crowd
We came to start a fucking fight
You know how we do it

(Lil' Flip)
We came to get it crunk
We came to get drunk
We came to chill in vip and smoke a couple of blunts
And pull a couple of dimes
And spit a couple of rymes
Ya nigga im fly i got a couple of nines
Im ahead of my time
Imma stay on my grind
Cause most niggas be letting people play with their minds
But not me cause homie dont play that
You see me witha strap cause homie goin spray that
Shit where your face at
Talking i take that
Talking out the side of your neck dont make me brake that
Slap you slap him
Clap you clap him
Cause i aint got time for all that rastlin
Im just a cool dude
When im in a good mood
But when im pissed off
My attitude is fuck you
Im like a tatoo i never go away
Thats why i ride with a tech and a throw away

(Chorus)
All my niggaz (my niggaz)
And my bitches (my bitches)
Throw your hood in da mothafucken air (throw it up)
And if yall get money like we get money
Let me hear yall scream ohhh yaaaa (ohhh yaaaa)

All my niggaz (my niggaz)
And my bitches (my bitches)
Throw your hood in da mothafucken air (throw it up)
And if yall smoke weed like we smoke weed
Let me hear yall scream ohhh yaaaa (ohhh yaaaa)

(Lil' Flip)
Throw yo hood up
And tear the club up
While im in the parking lot trying to tear my dubs up
Im cadillac pimpin like the youngbloods
So come to texas and some the best bud (nigga)
I got wat you want i got wat you need
Cant nobody throw a party like me
So quit your frontin and quit your cappin
Thats why you cats never flippd the platinum

(Chorus 2x)

Yeah, play and skillz, just let it bang
Na'm sayin' ha ha, feelin' it
Yeah I'm feelin' this one
We talkin' bout music
Pay attention, listen up 'cuz I

I rock and roll, this is how a glock explode
My music is like crack 'cuz I rock the shows
You got to know that can't nobody stop my flow
My concert's like drugz, 'cuz fans got to go

I rock and roll, this is how a glock explode
My music is like crack, 'cuz I rock the shows
You got to know that an't nobody stop my flow
My concert's like drugz, 'cuz fans got to go

I'm like crack, whenever I perform on a track
'Cuz if you from outta town you about to get taxed
And that's that, I ain't changin' my price for nobody
You can keep them points 'cuz you ain't gon' sell four cotties
'Cuz ya style too sloppy, ya beats ain't knockin'
And when you in public, them freaks ain't boppin'

My 6-4 hoppin' when I'm ridin' down the street
I still feel like I'm hustlin' why? 'Cuz I'm raw with these beats
You can put me on a plane or put me on a train
'Cuz no matter where I perform they understand my slang
They understand my pain and how I took over the game
From this day on, rap'll never be the same

I rock and roll, this is how a glock explode
My music is like crack 'cuz I rock the shows
You got to know that can't nobody stop my flow
My concert's like drugz, 'cuz fans got to go

I rock and roll, this is how a glock explode
My music is like crack 'cuz I rock the shows
You got to know that can't nobody stop my flow
My concert's like drugz, 'cuz fans got to go

I need 25 a show, I need 30 for a verse
Them video's on BET, yeah I know how much I'm worth
How much? I'm worth a lot, 'cuz I really work a lot
And since Will Lean my nigga, I gotta help him out
So I'ma put him out man, so nigga kick ya feet up
And when the stores sell out then it's time to re up

So keep yo D up, 'cuz we comin' with the heat man
And if you get a deal make sure yo' niggaz eat man
And to my fans, I appreciate the love
So holla at ya boy when I'm at the club
'Cuz I ain't Hollywood, I'm from the Hollyhood
The difference between me and them, my music good

I rock and roll, this is how a glock explode
My music is like crack 'cuz I rock the shows
You got to know that can't nobody stop my flow
My concert's like drugz, 'cuz fans got to go

I rock and roll, this is how a glock explode
My music is like crack 'cuz I rock the shows
You got to know that can't nobody stop my flow
My concert's like drugz, 'cuz fans got to go

Ha ha, ya we flippin' these tracks like crack
Y'all niggaz tryin' to double y'all money
Nigga I'm tryin' to triple my stacks
Ya play 'n skillz on the track, yea Lil' Flip'll spit it fast
Ha ha ha ya, let's go to the next track man
They ain't ready for this type of shit
We ahead of y'all niggaz man, you know what I mean
Shit, you could put this album out 10 years later
And it'll still sell more records than you now, ha ha bitch

(feat. Grafh, Gravy & Will-Lean)

(Grafh talking)
Uh huh yeah look here
O-kay black kingdom stand up
my name Grafh ya'll-my nigga Lil' Flip
my nigga Gravy it's all gravy nigga
watch this, uh uh let me show you what it's where I'm from
ya hear me....it's like this
listen up brick uh, yeah I said, I said

(Verse 1: Grafh)
Now where I'm from we got fiends that'll kill ya-4 that crack to serve
they keep it under they skin until it snap they nerves
they clap them burners that go(raaaattt)ya heard
now every bullet gotta name-and every cap is deserved
the odyssey ain't gotta be my team
we tryna be the last of a dyin grave, we blast if you tryna play
then spell it out for ya ass if you tryna read
you fall like the spot behind ya knees
you get sufforcated when you tryin to breathe
I dare you to try to sneeze lil'nigga-please lil'nigga
my snipers squeeze I gotta connect this dianese
tryna keep dope and his rice and beans
I'm tryna show you what it's like in Queens ya heard me
I've sold dimes of green and if I ran out of sticky-icky
I'd sell a nigga dimes of seeds motherfucker I'm a hustler
(go get a dutch bruh)

(Chorus: Lil' Flip + Grafh)
Where I'm from niggaz down to ride or die
niggaz don't get high off ya own supply
Where I'm from niggaz pack glocks and guns
we invest in bricks-fuck stocks and bonds

Now where I'm from niggaz sell crack all day
and where I'm from niggaz be buckin they mac all day
and where I'm from niggaz'll hustle and pack all day
and where I'm from they'll clap off strays better run nigga!

(Verse 2: Lil' Flip)
I'll pistol whip a nigga in front of his click
don't play with my money-you son of a bitch!
I'm a greedy motherfucker when it comes to mine
so I put in extra work in the summertime
'Cause ain't nobody in the world gon' give you shit
and don't nobody in yo' hood wanna see you rich
so fuck that I'm all about goin and get it
and if anybody in the way they gonna get it
I'm a G I was raised by killers and thug niggaz
that'll sufforcate you(hard breathing)and leave you in a tub nigga
hub niggaz for kilo's-and take they work
play with me and they gon' have yo face on a shirt
I don't play, won't play, I never did
I fucked up I could've been a better kid
but now it's too late to turn back-stripes on my shirt I earned that

(Chorus: Grafh + Lil' Flip - Repeat 2x)
Now where I'm from niggaz sell crack all day
and where I'm from niggaz be buckin they mac all day
and where I'm from niggaz'll hustle and pack all day
and where I'm from they'll clap off strays better run nigga!

Where I'm from niggaz down to ride or die
niggaz don't get high off ya own supply
Where I'm from niggaz pack glocks and guns
we invest in bricks-fuck stocks and bonds

(Verse 3: Gravy)
Yo where I'm from we do or die for that money
ain't nothing funny, niggaz is bummy, and hungry
strugglin, hustlin don't mean shit where they sleep at
tryna get off they G-pack, I'm from the (???)
haters ain't never stop me yet
I made a couple of mistakes but ain't nothing I don't regret
it's $5.00 a pop in the hood for some cigarettes
where I'm from niggaz'll pop up where you rest
where I'm from it's too much for a man to digest
where I'm from niggaz lose sleep and get no rest
where I'm from it's too much for a man to digest
where I'm from niggaz lose sleep and get no rest
where I'm from we aim shoot at ya neck(where I'm from)

(Verse 4: Will-Lean)
Where I'm from I run with a pack
of killers and ex con's that'll run in ya drought
them three bricks right there they come with them rats
and if the cops hit the spot, I'll have 'em runnin in laps
I'm the same young nigga pumpin that crack
I'm the same young nigga dumpin the gat
I'm the same young nigga that'll jump out the 'Lac
hit you with the mac and watch that shit jump out ya back
throw the gun in the back, plus the bump, and the mac
motorize stash box for that
so know you know we don't keep 'em under the mat
fuckin with the Clover nigga have you under attack

(Chorus: Lil' Flip + Grafh - Repeat 2x)
Where I'm from niggaz down to ride or die
niggaz don't get high off ya own supply
Where I'm from niggaz pack glocks and guns
we invest in bricks-fuck stocks and bonds

Now where I'm from niggaz sell crack all day
and where I'm from niggaz be buckin they mac all day
and where I'm from niggaz'll hustle and pack all day
and where I'm from they'll clap off strays better run nigga!

(talking)
Play-N-Skillz

(Chorus: Repeat 2x)
Is it cause dem boyz is out there shinin (shinin)
Maybe cause dem boyz is out there grindin (grindin)
Platinum pieces with canari diamonds (diamonds)
But haters they talkin but never mind them (never mind them)

(Verse 1: Lil' Flip)
Well I'm back up in yo' ear once again cause I run this shit
And I want rap about it unless I done that shit
We catchin flights to Vegas, we stay away from haters
We always chasin'paper-we ballin like The Lakers
We stepping out in our gators, nothin but pimps and players
All my close taylor plus I got hoes that at bayla
I'm like Popeye the sailor 'cause I smoke me spinach
And when my Benz pass by they be like "I hope he in it"
They know my shit ain't rented (why?) cause I got two
Yeah I got blue diamonds but these yellow rocks fool

(Chorus: Repeat 2x)

(Verse 2: Lil' Flip)
I got bagguetes in the middle of my chain
H2 in the middle of the lane-doin donuts in the middle of the rain
If you in a wreck can I get alittle brain
I ain't gotta spend a thing for me to hit ya dame
I smoke so much dro hoe I might forget yo name
Stop (wheels screech) don't make me cock it, and pop it
And reload quick I'm like Bone Crusher I ain't never scared bitch!
I'm into making bread bitch and ridin candy red shit
I'm doin this for Pimp C and my nigga Head bitch
'Cause when the feds hit I don't wanna be around
I'm a be real with you I don't wanna be in town
'Cause when I'm on the road I'm gettin more dough
I'm gettin unreleased Jordans straight from Tokoyo

(Chorus: Repeat 2x)

(Verse 3: Lil' Flip)
Whenever I'm buyin (ice) I'm like fuck the (price)
'Cause no matter how much I spend Johnny gon'have me (right)
Johnny gon'have me (right), yellas mixed with (white)
Yo chain shinin in the day but look at mine when it's night
You see the differance in the rocks they look like blocks
Red, white, and blue diamonds got me lookin like the cops
(Sirens) everybody pullin over cause they think they gettin stopped
Oh mybad that's my chain and my mothafuckin watch

(Lil' Flip)
Heh that's how we doin it man, Lil' Flipper
Play-N-Skillz on the track this that shit that make niggaz bounce
If you in a drop top make that mothafucker bounce
Stick ya mothafuckin pinky ring out the window cause
(shinin) southside, (grindin)northside, (diamonds)eastside
(never mind them) westside Haha that's how we do it man
Lil' Flipper underground legend U Gotta Feel Me, U Gotta Feel Me
I ain't fuck off my budget U Gotta Feel Me Haha
WOOOOO!, yeah ya'll buyin them ol'high ass tracks
I'm like fuck it shit I ain't settlin I'll fuck wit Play-N-Skillz haha bitch bitch

(hook)
(they call him little flip)whos the 1 had yall leanin 2 the left?
(they call him little flip)who got the hottest rap album on the shelf?
(they call him little flip)who went platinum wit 1 video?
(they call him little flip)who smokin dro in every state he go?
(they call him little flip)who made the world say i can do that?
(they call him little flip)im ridin spinners on my caddilac
(they call him little flip)who got every body wearin yellow diamonds?
(they call him little flip)i aint baby but u no im big tymin

(Verse 1)
man grass green, rifin in the red jeep doin 150 niggaaa
bitch u cant catch me u gone respect me, my glock 9 protect me
im the 1 on how im livin wit dat candy jetski, elevators in my crib
burberry in my car,i drove by the the bar, rubber on the tar cuz i like 2 show off, i usta b the class clown, but the teacher always said "flip sit yo ass down or you can leave the class now" so i left and got paid, but dont get it twisted i made strait a's, but skool didnt pay so i started
2 rap, cuz i wana ride rims i dont want no hub caps, so i picked up my pen
but i rele dont need it, if i aint in that magazine then i rele wont read it
i cant be defeated cuz im workin 2 hard " o my gosh that boys rims still
spinnin on his car

(hook)

i get respect on the east i get respect on the west, i got plenty jewels on my neck 22's on my lex, im 22 years old wit 22 bad hoes cuz real playas get
choseif u dont no now u no, u no i got crazy flo, n i make crazy doe, cuz wen evr im shoppin i make em close down the sto, u no we ballin 4 real nigga im tellin the truth if i evr go broke sorry im selln the clothes, but that aint gone happen cuz im gone keep on rappin n if i keep on grindin imma keep goin platinum sum people think im cappin but im jus livin my life
cuz i married the streets dog and thats my wife

(hook)

yo that me and everything got a fee, i should be payin rent cuz i live on B.E.T.(they call him little flip)yup thats my otha nickname(daaaaaayum) das my otha big chain(they call him little flip) im in the hummer u aint redy 4 my whip games, rims so big my adapters wont fit man, look at my kicks man,
all of em custom, i gotta make it cuz i cant go back 2 hustlin, im focust man, with no distraction, im multiplyin money nigga no subtraction im jus relaxin and livin it up niggaaa, u aint no pimp so give me dat cup

(hook)

[Intro: Lil' Keke]
Big terrible Texas
It's where legends are born
I'm Lil' Keke The Don
Original Screwed Up Click
It's a dedication to DJ Screw
Fat Pat, Big Mello, Big Steve
Feel it?

[Chorus: Lil' Keke]
Draped up and dripped out, Know what I'm talking about
Draped up and dripped out, Know what I'm talking about
Draped up and dripped out, Know what I'm talking about
Draped up and dripped out, Know what I'm talking about

[Lil' Keke]
I'm draped up and dripped out, the truth has just slipped out
84's, Red Doors, Candy Apple Flip-Flop
Got them boppers dripped out cause my drop tip top
Purple Cup, Screw Us Up, that's what keep the streets hot
Don P, Bun B, Please Free Pimp C
Hydro, Super Flow, know these boys feeling me
Come to Houston, Texas and see swangaz and 'lacs
And don't forget to tell the people that the legends are back, yeah

[Slim Thug]
It's Slim Thug showing H-Town love
Used to hit the club on dubs, acting bad on scrubs (thats right)
Mad spokes and leather, 24's or better
Boys say they riding candy but my load is wetter
The roads for compeitors when they see the two letters
They'll never ever ever ever ever get on my level (thats right)
Me and Bun together caked up with clout
Staying draped up and dripped out, know what I'm talking about?

[Chamillionaire]
The city is back, just look at the map, thought we wouldn't get in the game
I'm sticking my dick up in the game and bustin in that like a train
I'm hitting that mayne, look at this grain I'm grippin, I'm fixing to swang
My bumper doing the body rock and my trunk is doing the crane
Now who in the hell was able to tell the world it wasn't my bang
I turn up the beat and I'm cracking the street, the city we started to train
The world is looking like Texas mayne, just watch how they pick up the slang
Just show 'em your grill and pick up some drank and watch how they do the same, Hold up mayne

[Paul Wall]
What it do baby, It's Paul Wall, Players rise while haters fall
Got Fo's crawling in the 54 on the service road, I'm obeying the laws
I stay shining like headlights and I stay crawling like head lice
Just like a boy but I play the dice, them twos and threes ain't nuttin nice
Them threes and fours I'ma roll fo sho, fo's and vogues, we call 'em swang
My partner Bun B bring the pain, Wanna know what I rep? Just check the chain
In the hood is where I hang, On South Lee, that 5-9
He dippin oil, He drippin candy, From P-A to H-Town, It goes down

[Chorus]

[Mike Jones]
I stay draped up, dripped out, Drop the top when I'm flipping out
Candy low on 84, (How you know they Fo's?) they poking out
Ice Age and Rap-A-Lot, Pimping hoes in the parking lot
Diamonds shining in my grill, you can see 'em if its dark or not
When I'm out in the limelight, I make sure I shine bright
I'm in the drop with the glock cocked, you know I keep that iron tight
I'm getting brain from a tight dame on North Maine in the turning lane
I'm young and rich talking alot of shit, I guess its because I'm having thangs

[Aztek]
I'm still draped up and dripped out, know what I'm talking bout
Fighting over parking spots, bustin in the parking lot
(Next two lines in Spanish)
Now put your blocks up, Now put your sets up
Fuck that nigga over there cause I think he said something
Have to take 'em with a clip out, with the click out, dont give a shit bout
Til he gets out, Free Pimp C, we draped up and dripped out

[Lil' Flip]
I told Bun when you need a verse, just holla
You know how we do it, you don't gotta spend no dollars
I'm puffin dro, bangin screw, and riding fos
Middle fingers in the air, you know how it goes
Stash spot with weight in it, Candy paint with blakes in it
Trunk got the bass in it, One liter with eights in it
Swisha sweet with haze in it, you know I'm blowed
Four row diamond chain, you know I'm pro
Johnny got me right huh? 80 karats, bright huh?
Hit the button, pop the trunk, watch the neon light jump
I'ma keep folding bread til Pimp hold his head
We miss you DJ Screw, man I hate you dead

[Z-Ro]
Down to ride red but I'ma ride blue in the turning lane looking just like Screw
300 Crissy, don't think they doors, Everybody know Z-Ro's flow is ferocious
I keep a ride with the daytons in the deck, Might be deep 22 drank in the whip
You can keep the sherm but you can pass the cup, My cadillac rolling on glass and wood
Would I knock a jacka down when his ass get up, Hell naw, this is playa from the chest to the nut
Screw was here he said I would come up now the radio requesting my stuff
Gotta keep a smif n wesson to buss cause the better life keep me stressing enough
Is this rap for real, is it a blessing or what?, Screw I hope I see you when they wet me up

[Bun B]
This is H-Town, Texas, tell me how does it look?
Taking over the rap kitchen and we ready to cook
You can hear us whipping the beakers coming out of the speakers
Stepping up some fresh hard for you out of town peakers
We got 3rd Ward, 4th Ward, and Southside G's
Plus Southwest and Bloody Nickels rollin 83's
It's Houston, Texas motherfucker, you know the name
We'll see you in February for the All-Star Game

[Chorus - repeat 2X]

Woah, Woah, Woah (You'z A Trick)
Woah, Woah, Woah Here we go!

<i>[Chorus: x4]</i>
Don't spend no money I'm a pimp - I'm a pimp
Why you keep spendin money - you'ze a trick
You'z a trick (You'z a trick)

Aye once again I'm back with the flow to make all ya'll haters mad
I'm at the club every night but I ain't trickin cash
poppin bottles, fuckin models you know we do it big
clip with hollows if you follow me I'm a split ya wig
we thirty deep at the club we all iced out
Clover G's party until they cut the lights off
drinkin, smokin, chillin you know we get it crunk boy
VVS's in my ear this how you stunt boy
on the East they roll dutches-we smokin blunts boy
when we get in town look at the line in the front boy
now listen ma you know you rollin with a G right
and half of my crew already got three stripes
ya'll gettin three mics-I'm gettin four and better
that nigga wanna fuck you I just want yo'cheddar
I'm on another level, take a look at my bezzel
if yo'baby daddy wanna fight-tell him it's whatever

<i>[Chorus]</i>

Aye I got my cash up, my top down-these hoes think I'm hot now
grippin grain, diamond chain five karat rocks now
don't nobody get it poppin like my crew do it
if the music too fast homey I'm a Screw it
24's on H2's drop top, candy blue
ya friend wanna leave with me, but shit I'm tryna leave with you
I can show you off my game, pimpin ain't gon'never change
get my money in arrange you might get a Clover chain
I be drivin state to state pimpin hoes, makin cake
Clover G's collared shirt, tennis shoes baby they (woooh)
I do drive but half of the time I'm too high
alligator air force ones girl I'm too fly (wooooh)
cause I'm caked up-my wrist Jac'd up
I don't know why these niggaz hate us
but I'm a stay paid and chop on blades
cause everytime you trick my money get made (yeah)

<i>[Chorus]</i>

"You'z a trick" - <i>[repeated until the end]</i>

[Rapper #1:]
Yo, I made so much money of these mixtape, oh my god!!

[Rapper #2:]
Oh, look at my chain!

[Rapper #1:]
Look at my teeth, look at my teeth!!

[Rapper #2:]
It'z some grill, yo man, yo man, I'm gonna get my grill...

[Rapper #1:]
Let's do this!!

[Scratch:]

[Producer:]
Who tha fuck is makin' money out here, man! You gotta be fuckin' kidding me, okay this is how it goes down, from here on now nuthin' goes down unless I'm involved!! No mixtapes, no albums, no car shows, no nuthin!! You screwin your music, I want in, Some bullshit ANR who think he knows tha street gets promoted, I want in!! Anything that comes outta houston, I meen any fuckin' thing from tha block to tha to tha studio to tha stage!! I dont give a motherfuckin flying fuck if it's a lemonade stand, I want in! You guys got real phar while I was gone, but now I'm back and I need mine, ayo, flip let's go and count Fuckin' this money

<i>[Lil' Flip]</i>
Hey pimpin' (hey pimpin')
Them diamonds you wearin' (which ones?)
Them yellow diamonds (oh these?)
They ain't real yellow diamonds homie (how you know?)
Them treated diamonds playa, haha
I'm baaacckk

<i>[Hook]</i>
I'm a fly boy
I'm a I'm a fly boy
I'm a fly boy
I'm a I'm a fly boy
I'm a fly boy
I'm a I'm a fly boy
Save all the talkin' cause you blowin' my high boy (Aye, aye, aye)

<i>[Verse 1]</i>
You see my paint (you see my paint)
Nigga you see my whip (you see my whip)
On twenty-siiixxes, bitch you know it's Flip
I got my stunna shades (I got my stunna shades)
I got my game tight (I got my game tight)
I fly G-5's, I don't have to change flights (haha)
Oh yes, the chest got VVS (VVS)
So many drugs I can open up a CVS (come get it)
Gucci flip flops (Gucci flips flops)
Gucci tank top (Gucci tank top)
'Fore my patna Screw I pour a lil' drank out (rest in peace)
Who flyer than me? (you?)
Who higher than me? (stop)
I'm gettin' head like Shawna ??
I'm supplyin' the streets, it ain't no denyin' a G (nope)
Look I'm the first one (wit what?), wit platinum on his teeth cause

<i>[Hook 2x]</i>

<i>[Verse 2]</i>
When I pull up all them hoes be
Tryin' to leave the club
Will they smoke some bud wit us?
Good girls like thug niggas
Po' nigga, I dare any one of y'all to try me
Even when I take a shit that pistol right by me (which side?)
I'll be, grindin' til they put my body in a tomb
Screens in my whip, bigger than the ones that's in your living room (yeah)
Candy paint shined up, twenty cars lined up (ooohh-weeee)
And they all cost bra (how much?) triple your house dawg (haha)
Call me Flip or 'Flipperachi' call me anythin' but broke
All I need is V12 nigga I can cook coke (yeah)
I'm the number one fly boy you peepin' out my chain (bling!)
I'm at the strip club, makin' hundreds rain cause

<i>[Hook (2x)]</i>

<i>[Verse 3]</i>
Yo my Chevy ridin' high boy
Twelve hundred dollar shades on my eyes boy
Twelve thousand dollar blades on my ride boy
Four 18's got me soundin' like a quire boy, haha
I slow the car down and speed it up
Hey chump, I slowed your broad down and beat it up, haha
So don't be playin' wit a G shawty
Cause I can make you disappear for a G shawty
They always talk about the kid in the street shawty
The kid got more beef than the meat market, let me park it
Cause I don't trust valet wit my keys
Let's make a bet for 50 large, who flyer than me? nobody

<i>[Hook]</i>

<i>[Lil' Flip]</i>
Yeaahhh
Yeaahhh
Yeaahhh
Let's take it back to the streets niggaaaaaaa
East coast
West coast
Midwest
To the dirty dirtttyyyy
It's Flip Gates
The #1 fly boy
I'm strapped nigga
Let's get it poppin'

<i>[Verse 1]</i>
I got a brand new 'Mac I hope this bitch don't jam
I had to bulletproof the Lam, I learned that from Cam
You want a thang got em yams go straight to Money Gram
I'm from the hood, so you know I'm down wit any money scam
Black glocks, white glocks spit like sheet rock
You know a drank on me, this concert gon' stop
A lot of cops at the scene tryin' to shut shit down
You was a nobody, but now you famous now
I be out in Chi-town wit some real OG's
Matter of fact one of them had dinner wit me
You gotta play by the rules when you on these streets
You lil' niggas tryin' to mimic what you see on beef
You betta

<i>[Hook]</i>
Bustaclip <i>[repeatedly w/ Lil' Flip ad libs]</i>
I can't deny it, I'm a straight rider
You don't wanna beef wit meee

<i>[Verse 2]</i>
I know some Long Beach Crips (fo' reeeall?)
I know some Englewood Bloods (bloods)
And you can ask ?? fans I got Cali love (love)
I got a strap waitin' for me everytime I land
Just to send you a message, I'll clap your man
Now he under white sheets like the Klu Klux Klan
You lil' boys shouldn't beef wit a grown ass man
I got stripes in the hood, I put in work fo' real
And mentioning me, will get you put in dirt fo' real
How much that gramma yay, bitch you carry weigh
Cause I'm on this Alize and I carry cake
I came back to the streets I had to let y'all know
And by the way my new deal worth 8.4
So I'mma

<i>[Hook]</i>
I'm strapped nigga
I'm strapped nigga
I'm strapped nigga, what about you?

<i>[Verse 3]</i>
This for my Nap-town niggas all my G-town killas
The ones wit the blow and them 18 wheelers
Cross the state lines wit it on them waist line cocked
Cross lope and you know it's goin' doowwnnn (like Yung Joc)
40 cal, 50 cal, what you workin' wit nigga?
I'm in a Maserati what you swervin' in nigga?
And when I'm out in Cleveland, I'm fuckin' wit X
It's been 'bout 5 years he still holdin' my tech
I be in the gun range like everyday
You betta pray no drama ever come my way
I'm in the studio now wit a gun on my hip
And I'm tired talkin' 'bout the beef wit me and
You betta

<i>[Hook]</i>

<i>[Lil' Flip Talkin']</i>
This some shit for the street baby
We bust a clip everyday
You know what it is
I do what I wanna do nigga
When I feel like it nigga
Track And Productions on the muthafuckin' track
Full Effeck is the muthafuckin' future
Cross them niggas, I shoot you nigga
Any nigga, who got a gun and a chain nigga
And that dough, that's a true d-boy
Can't be a dope boy without a gun and a chain
Make sure you got them extra clips nigga
But on the real nigga, don't hate on a nigga when you see me pull up on that Maserati
I'm done wit the muthafuckin' Maybach
Fuck that shit nigga, I'm on some drop top flashy "Flash Gordon" type shit
Biatch, BUSTACLIP!

<i>[Talking]</i>
Yeah-yeah-yeah, ay let's win a Grammy with this one
Let's go woo-woo, this for all the single mothers out there
Coming straight from your boy Fliperaci, the number one fly boy
I done took y'all to the club, I done took y'all to the streets
Fin to make you think, pay attention let's go

<i>[Lil' Flip]</i>
When we was kids, we wasn't worried about the bills
It was all about the ice cream, and rolling down hills
Look boy meets girl, the next day he wanna kiss
He make it to third base, but the condom wouldn't fit
And guess who bust in, the lil' girl's daddy
And you know black folks, he beat the lil' girl's ass
Now her stepmom mad, she like send her back
Cause I don't want my real daughter, growing up like that
I tired to tell you last year, when you bought that phone
And you don't know what she doing, when we ain't at home
In these days, the kids looking older now
So a grown man, might tap you on the shoulder now

<i>[Hook]</i>
This about a lil' mama too, if pop was here
I know it's hard to raise a child, and maintain a career
This a message, to all the single mothers in the world
(don't be wasting all your time)
And if a coward get you pregnant, and he don't wanna help
Don't get stressed out, you can do it by yourself
Cause you a strong woman girl, enjoy your life
And no matter what they say, keep your head to the sky

<i>[Lil' Flip]</i>
Now it's eight years later, ery'body seventeen
But everything changed, since Kim left the scene
Now her laid back man, moving crackular
You want a ki, you gotta meet him at the back of the store
But guess who saw who, at the club that night
After exchanging phone numbers, somebody started a fight
Now ery'body running, so Kim ran with him
That's when she said you a playa, why you ain't leaving with them
That's when he said I want you, I been waiting for you
What you say we get a room, just me and you
After too much liquor, one thang led into another
But you know where he messed up, he told her he loved her

<i>[Hook]</i>

<i>[Lil' Flip]</i>
Now it's two months later, that nigga disappeared
Meanwhile Kim at home, trying to wipe away her tears
Befo' she gave it up, he use to call daily
Another month passed by, now she going crazy
She popping up at clubs, she even keyed his car
That's when she got the phone call, bitch you went too far
Oh now you calling back, cause your car got scratched
You said you loved me, I can't believe I fell for that
Damn, I shoulda known you was a pig anyway
Look my stomach been hurting, and my friend kinda late
Wait, I took a test at least three or four times
But you know what cowards say, it ain't mine

<i>[Talking]</i>
And I know you tired, of hearing that man
A real man take responsibility, for his seeds
This for every single mother, whether you white or black
It don't matter, you know I'm saying
Ery'body can't be born rich, you know I'm saying
I come from the hood, I made some'ing out of nothing
You know I'm saying, everytime I do a concert
It's females in the front row, after the show
They like sign my autograph, so I can get back home
My kids gotta go to school, you know I'm saying
So if you taking care of your child, by your damn self
Keep doing your damn thang, if Fantasia can do the shit
Anybody can do it, you dig what I'm saying
Straight up, holla back

<i>[Lil' Flip]</i>
Aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye
Aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye

<i>[Hook - Lil' Flip (2x)]</i>
Why you actin' like a hoe?
Nigga say it to my face
You rather rap it in a flow
Why you ain't say it to my face?
Now I know your ass a hoe
You shoulda said it to my face
Man that nigga gotta go, oh oh!

<i>[Lil' Flip]</i>
You run your mouth to them hoes (hoes)
Why you ain't say it to my face?
You ain't playin' wit a kid
I'mma put you in yo place
I got niggas on my team, who ain't scared to catch a case
Catch yo bitch while she's shoppin'
And put that pistol by her waist
Push her in your car, then take her to your place
Bitch where the jewelry at? (yeah, where the safe at?)
Hurry open up the safe
When it comes to gettin' bread, I'm ahead in the race
Infrared to his head, it's just another murder case
The game really over when you see that yellow tape
Pop the Lucky Nites niggas, let's celebrate
These niggas love to hate, but I'm aight wit that!
These M-16's will push your whole temple back
Nigga remember that, I am not a game
I guarantee, y'all niggas coppin' my chain
Cause y'all jackin' my style, you can't fuck with my flow (flow)
And she a dyke bitch, you can't fuck with my hoe
I'm still pumpin' that dro
I'm still thuggin' fo sho
You hear that knock nigga? Courtesy of Z-Ro
Don't be no hero, just play your part nigga
You beef with me then that mean you ain't smart nigga

<i>[Hook]</i>

<i>[Z-Ro]</i>
Look, a lot of y'all rappers turn up so bold but can't nobody touch me (can't nobody touch me)
But in the real we infiltrate penetrate muthafucka (muthafucka)
So one might get cool wit you just to do your ass end (your ass end)
I be openin' up in your whip and it's comin' through your glass in (your glass in)
Whether you standin' in my upper arm from the side of my forearm (forearm)
I can walk without security cause ain't nobody gon' do 'Ro no harm
Before I go fuck all 'yall, I feel I own ya that much
And if you wonder what it is that makes me act this way nigga that's nuts
We got fat nuts, you know the kind your baby momma like
Anythin' I say behind your back I'm willin' to say it to your face twice
"Fuck Lil' Flip, Fuck Z-Ro, I don't be listenin' to they shit"
May the same ones that at our shows recite our lyrics think that they shit
I'm just waitin' to hear somebody slander my name in a song
Same day it come out I pull a 2-8 gun out and I'll that bitch when I leave your home
Murder ain't crazy, just necessary sometime
I call a 14-40 and then you check out that's when I put my gun down

<i>[Hook (4x)]</i>

<i>[Hook - 2x]</i>
I never meant, to break your heart
But you know how life go, shit happen
But you know, I still got your back
And I just, wanna tell you that

<i>[Lil' Flip]</i>
Many nights you waited up, but I never called back
And everytime I had a show, I would tell you to fall back
I know you think I got chicks, in every state
I know my lifestyle fast, but I'ma pump my breaks
At the beginning, everything was cool
I use to leave the studio, and pick you up from school
You was there, when I had to eat Ramon noodles
If you ain't careful, stress is what the game'll do ya
I got the world, on my shoulders
That's why I lace my girl, with a Clover
I know you worried, cause I stay in the streets ma
But don't worry, cause I roll thirty deep ma I'm good

<i>[Hook]</i>

<i>[Lil' Flip]</i>
At first it was restaurants, then the movies
Now you typing crazy messages, in my two-way
But it's time though, I meet a million hoes
But they ain't like you, cause they ain't got pretty toes
You know thugs, never let they feelings show
But anytime you wanna talk, just let me know
Cause I got your back, we a perfect match
It's me and you against the world, who's stopping that

<i>[Hook - 2x]</i>

<i>[Lil' Flip]</i>
I like to see you, with no make-up on
I like to see you with a Jacob on, now do your thang girl
If you wanna get to know me, just holla girl
Have you ever rode, in a drop top Impala girl
I could turn a good girl, into a bad girl
I got you rocking black ice, no more black pearls
I can't lie, I want your body in the worst way
I fly to Cali in the morning, I'll be back Thursday

<i>[Talking]</i>
This for the block, there's no place like show business
Hell naw nigga, I'm serious
I'm honored, I'm back
Take this muh'fucken rap money
And bring it back to the block nigga
Haha, fo' real, so if you gettin yo money
That drank money, you gettin it
You know, I'm just worried about me now
Got all the fuck boys from around me, hey fuck you niggas
Hey, now let's get it

<i>[Chorus]</i>
After I do my concert, I bring that money to the block
And nigga I don't half, cause I want the whole block
Now whip it, now whip it, now whip it, now whip it
Now get it, whip it, ship it, and flip it

<i>[Verse 1]</i>
Ay I told you muh'fuckers I'ma bounce back
With three million in cash, potna count that
If I write you a check, nigga you can cash that
And when I'm in Europe, I use my flatstack
The black car get used fo' times a day
My rims skinny, but my pockets overweight
Go get yo tubes tied, cause you a bitch boy
800 grand, and now you think you rich boy
You better step it up, my paper been straight
And by the way my new chick go to Penn Stae
I paid for her car, I paid for her books
Okay I'm lyin, but don't that shit go with the hook
I got money to blow, I oughta be ashamed
I'm playin with some change, I want Travolta plane
He got a couple of 'em, we always fuck with rubbers
This ain't O.G. kush, I like to call it Bubble

<i>[Chorus]</i>

<i>[Verse 2]</i>
Ay fuck boy, I'm the James Toney of rap
Cause niggas hate me, but I still got it like that
A brand new 'Vette, I'm a ladies man
Plus my Bretlin cost me 80 grand
Ay, money ain't a thang, you know where I hang
And besides music, you know what I slang
And you know what I claim, It's Clover Geez up
And don't you hate it when yo potna smoke, all yo weed up?
I had to roll my sleeves up (why?), cause of my bracelet
And we ain't goin nowhere, so just face it
I lace weed with the syrup cause it burn slow
I make G's with my words cause it earn dough
Who woulda known Lil' Flip 'll scan five mil'
And then be forced to take a break for two years
But the block got love for the God
So you know it ain't shit for me to get a nigga robbed

<i>[Chorus]</i>

For the block niggas

[Rapper #1:]
Yo, I made so much money of these mixtape, oh my god!!

[Rapper #2:]
Oh, look at my chain!

[Rapper #1:]
Look at my teeth, look at my teeth!!

[Rapper #2:]
It'z some grill, yo man, yo man, I'm gonna get my grill...

[Rapper #1:]
Let's do this!!

[Scratch:]

[Producer:]
Who tha fuck is makin' money out here, man! You gotta be fuckin' kidding me, okay this is how it goes down, from here on now nuthin' goes down unless I'm involved!! No mixtapes, no albums, no car shows, no nuthin!! You screwin your music, I want in, Some bullshit ANR who think he knows tha street gets promoted, I want in!! Anything that comes outta houston, I meen any fuckin' thing from tha block to tha to tha studio to tha stage!! I dont give a motherfuckin flying fuck if it's a lemonade stand, I want in! You guys got real phar while I was gone, but now I'm back and I need mine, ayo, flip let's go and count Fuckin' this money

(feat. Rick Ross)

[Lil' Flip (Rick Ross):]
You smell that? (smell what?)
That's money
I smell money
Hahaaa
[Rossss:]
I know y'all wonderin' like...
"What the hell is Flip doin' man"
"How he get out his deal?"
All you gotta do is take 2 million
And walk in the door, and that's how they'll let you go
Hahaaa
Cause I get money nigga
I'm a fly boy nigga
My chain worth thousand grands nigga
That's twenty thousand karats nigga
(Yeaahhh)
Step your game up
That's why your chain ain't up niggaaa

[Verse 1: Lil' Flip]
The 4-5 on my lap when I'm in the trap hood
Blueberry by the pound, now where did you get that? (smoked it)
I can't tell you nigga, I'm not a sniitcchh
But on the real it feel great to be ricchhh
I'm just playin' my hand, watchin' "Makin' The Band" (band)
Johnny ordered my watch (watch)
And he makin' the band (yeaahh)
I be changin' it up (uuupp)
Ain't no changin' me whaaatt (whaaat)
You lil' niggas betta shut up shut up
Aye, who shut the mall down? (me!)
And who bought all the hats? (me!)
Matter of fact, don't I look good in this Cadillac? (yesss)
My roof back, my coupe black
50 grand I blew that
I'm so fly they call me "Mr. I Can Do Dat"
Cause

[Hook: w/ Rick Ross adlibs]
H-Town!
M.I.A.-yayo
That's how we do this
It's the bosss
Multi-millionaire shit 'round here
Flip what up?

[Verse 2: Rick Ross)
Might cop a Benz (whaaat)
Not a regular Benz (Rossss)
Multi-millionaire so baby I double my endsss
Mercedes, Maybach, broke niggas stay back
The boss don't play, boy you gotta pay that
Watch cop some bub (bub)
G's runnin' stacks (stacks)
They be year off (off)
Bring my money back (back)
Yeah I fuck wit G'sss (g'sss)
Out in Cloverland (yeah)
We talkin' 20 keysss
But I don't know the man (Rosss)
I'm gettin' cheese (cheeesseee)
It's time to shine (shiinnee)
I love to flip (flip)
I'm flippin' mine (Rosss)
Hoes love the smell (smell)
They smell the money (money)
You wanna smell yourself (bitch)
Well bitch shell it from me (Rosss)

[Hook: w/ Lil' Flip adlibs]

[Verse 3: Lil' Flip]
I told niggas I show niggas, I'm the best
I'm the shit in New York, but I'm a God on the West (holla!)
I must confess, 'The Source' own me two more mics (hey I need two more mics)
I took my ringtone money and bought two more bikes
I took my liquor money (yeah)
And bought another crib (yeah)
I got three maids (yeah)
That is that fuckin' game
Go ask Corn Row (ask him)
We do it big right? (right)
If I ain't front row, I ain't watchin' the fight (fuck it)
I be in Street Port wit my nigga Bayday&nbsp;???
I be in airports wit my fuckin' AK (shut up!)
4-7 to 11, 1-8-7 on a cop
I know you prayin' that I flop, niggaaa!
But

[Hook]

<i>[Lil' Flip]</i>
Hey pimpin' (hey pimpin')
Them diamonds you wearin' (which ones?)
Them yellow diamonds (oh these?)
They ain't real yellow diamonds homie (how you know?)
Them treated diamonds playa, haha
I'm baaacckk

<i>[Hook]</i>
I'm a fly boy
I'm a I'm a fly boy
I'm a fly boy
I'm a I'm a fly boy
I'm a fly boy
I'm a I'm a fly boy
Save all the talkin' cause you blowin' my high boy (Aye, aye, aye)

<i>[Verse 1]</i>
You see my paint (you see my paint)
Nigga you see my whip (you see my whip)
On twenty-siiixxes, bitch you know it's Flip
I got my stunna shades (I got my stunna shades)
I got my game tight (I got my game tight)
I fly G-5's, I don't have to change flights (haha)
Oh yes, the chest got VVS (VVS)
So many drugs I can open up a CVS (come get it)
Gucci flip flops (Gucci flips flops)
Gucci tank top (Gucci tank top)
'Fore my patna Screw I pour a lil' drank out (rest in peace)
Who flyer than me? (you?)
Who higher than me? (stop)
I'm gettin' head like Shawna ??
I'm supplyin' the streets, it ain't no denyin' a G (nope)
Look I'm the first one (wit what?), wit platinum on his teeth cause

<i>[Hook 2x]</i>

<i>[Verse 2]</i>
When I pull up all them hoes be
Tryin' to leave the club
Will they smoke some bud wit us?
Good girls like thug niggas
Po' nigga, I dare any one of y'all to try me
Even when I take a shit that pistol right by me (which side?)
I'll be, grindin' til they put my body in a tomb
Screens in my whip, bigger than the ones that's in your living room (yeah)
Candy paint shined up, twenty cars lined up (ooohh-weeee)
And they all cost bra (how much?) triple your house dawg (haha)
Call me Flip or 'Flipperachi' call me anythin' but broke
All I need is V12 nigga I can cook coke (yeah)
I'm the number one fly boy you peepin' out my chain (bling!)
I'm at the strip club, makin' hundreds rain cause

<i>[Hook (2x)]</i>

<i>[Verse 3]</i>
Yo my Chevy ridin' high boy
Twelve hundred dollar shades on my eyes boy
Twelve thousand dollar blades on my ride boy
Four 18's got me soundin' like a quire boy, haha
I slow the car down and speed it up
Hey chump, I slowed your broad down and beat it up, haha
So don't be playin' wit a G shawty
Cause I can make you disappear for a G shawty
They always talk about the kid in the street shawty
The kid got more beef than the meat market, let me park it
Cause I don't trust valet wit my keys
Let's make a bet for 50 large, who flyer than me? nobody

<i>[Hook]</i>

(feat. Lyfe Jennings)

[Lil' Flip:]
Whooooooo!

[Lyfe Jennings:]
Uh [x8] (talk to em Lyfe) uh [x4] (talk to em Lyfe) uh [x4]

[Chorus x2: Lyfe Jennings]
I just can't go..... I just can't stay... I just can't, you just wont
I just can't get away.......

[Lil' Flip:]
Ghetto mindstate!
At 15 I was making moves
Drinking beer shooting dice at school
When most niggas had a 9 to 5 shit
On the block we making 9 to 5 grand...
Each day yeah we got cheap yay (holla)
My niggas on lock they called me on 3 way
The hood hot like a crock pot
Dope fiends cutting yards for a 20 piece of crack rock
Around my way aint nobody watching matlock
We trynna hot wire cars and break pad locks
Turn soft to hard drop it in glad locks
And drive flashy cars and get mad props
And still I wont change
Last week they caught my patna with a block of caine
And can't no amount of money stop the pain
They gave him 35 years his momma went insaine

[Chorus x2]

[Lil' Flip:]
Ghetto mindstate!
Coming up with no father figure
I guess that made me a harder nigga (why?)
Cuz I dont like to ask for shit
When I came in the game with a half a brick (yes!)
But I aint telling lil' kids to go that route
But is on TV everyday like they dont know that route
And Lil girls being fast
Being grown trynna Flirt
Leaving home wearing pants
Then change in to a skirt
Huh!
I live in the ghetto I stay in the ghetto (yeah!)
Run up grown Im spraying that metal
Cuz aint shit sweet around my way
All I know is one thing how to get paid (yeah!)
With Lyfe on the hook I know we got another hit
This motivational music
I know you feeling this (ey!)
And i was raised in a church
But were Im from you gotta do that work

[Chorus x2]

[Lil' Flip:]
Why everybody trynna bring me down
Because of me they respect H-town
Look I was here when yall wouldnt around
The first week you did a alright
But then that shit went down
Why everybody trynna bring me down
Because of me they respect H-town
Look I was here when yall wouldnt around
The first week you did a alright
But then that shit went down!!

[Lyfe Jennings:]
They tell you you were born to die
Yo momma she was born to cry
Yo woman she was born to lie
Hold you down so you can't rely
I tell you that its all a lie
Young nigga You just gotta try
Keep your eyes up on the sky
Don't let your dreams pass you by
Cuz somebody said

<i>[Lil' Flip]</i>
Yeaahhh
Yeaahhh
Yeaahhh
Let's take it back to the streets niggaaaaaaa
East coast
West coast
Midwest
To the dirty dirtttyyyy
It's Flip Gates
The #1 fly boy
I'm strapped nigga
Let's get it poppin'

<i>[Verse 1]</i>
I got a brand new 'Mac I hope this bitch don't jam
I had to bulletproof the Lam, I learned that from Cam
You want a thang got em yams go straight to Money Gram
I'm from the hood, so you know I'm down wit any money scam
Black glocks, white glocks spit like sheet rock
You know a drank on me, this concert gon' stop
A lot of cops at the scene tryin' to shut shit down
You was a nobody, but now you famous now
I be out in Chi-town wit some real OG's
Matter of fact one of them had dinner wit me
You gotta play by the rules when you on these streets
You lil' niggas tryin' to mimic what you see on beef
You betta

<i>[Hook]</i>
Bustaclip <i>[repeatedly w/ Lil' Flip ad libs]</i>
I can't deny it, I'm a straight rider
You don't wanna beef wit meee

<i>[Verse 2]</i>
I know some Long Beach Crips (fo' reeeall?)
I know some Englewood Bloods (bloods)
And you can ask ?? fans I got Cali love (love)
I got a strap waitin' for me everytime I land
Just to send you a message, I'll clap your man
Now he under white sheets like the Klu Klux Klan
You lil' boys shouldn't beef wit a grown ass man
I got stripes in the hood, I put in work fo' real
And mentioning me, will get you put in dirt fo' real
How much that gramma yay, bitch you carry weigh
Cause I'm on this Alize and I carry cake
I came back to the streets I had to let y'all know
And by the way my new deal worth 8.4
So I'mma

<i>[Hook]</i>
I'm strapped nigga
I'm strapped nigga
I'm strapped nigga, what about you?

<i>[Verse 3]</i>
This for my Nap-town niggas all my G-town killas
The ones wit the blow and them 18 wheelers
Cross the state lines wit it on them waist line cocked
Cross lope and you know it's goin' doowwnnn (like Yung Joc)
40 cal, 50 cal, what you workin' wit nigga?
I'm in a Maserati what you swervin' in nigga?
And when I'm out in Cleveland, I'm fuckin' wit X
It's been 'bout 5 years he still holdin' my tech
I be in the gun range like everyday
You betta pray no drama ever come my way
I'm in the studio now wit a gun on my hip
And I'm tired talkin' 'bout the beef wit me and
You betta

<i>[Hook]</i>

<i>[Lil' Flip Talkin']</i>
This some shit for the street baby
We bust a clip everyday
You know what it is
I do what I wanna do nigga
When I feel like it nigga
Track And Productions on the muthafuckin' track
Full Effeck is the muthafuckin' future
Cross them niggas, I shoot you nigga
Any nigga, who got a gun and a chain nigga
And that dough, that's a true d-boy
Can't be a dope boy without a gun and a chain
Make sure you got them extra clips nigga
But on the real nigga, don't hate on a nigga when you see me pull up on that Maserati
I'm done wit the muthafuckin' Maybach
Fuck that shit nigga, I'm on some drop top flashy "Flash Gordon" type shit
Biatch, BUSTACLIP!

(feat. Chamillionaire)

[Hook: Chamillionaire]
You know I stay stacking my cheddar, leaning back on the leather
With a ride or die chick, on my side
Nobody does it better, so somebody better tell ya
That you dealing, with a playa fo' life
I'm a playa fo' life, I'm a playa fo' life
I'm a playa fo' life, I'm a playa fo' life
You need a baller, I'm a baller your type
You need a playa, that's what I is fo' life

[Lil' Flip:]
24's on the coupe when I roll by, four guns on my lap when I roll high
Now I'm back in the trap with four fpies, three macks on my lap and a fo'-five
Mo'fuckers ain't know I could rap fast, mo'fuckers ain't know I could stack cash
Lil' mama right there she got a fat ass, but you know Clover Geez don't trick cash
Now let me slow it down, for all you Screw heads
Don't call me Flipper, it's Mr. I Can Do Dat
Fuck a lay-away, if I like it I buy it
And if it's purple haze, if I like it I try it
I'm doing 85, on 2-88
The music so loud, my phone on vibrate
I missed like twenty calls, and two of em my dogs
And you guessed it right, the rest of em broads

[Hook]

[Lil' Flip:]
Come with me and tour the globe, let me show you how it go
I'll take you out that Bebe, and put you in designer clothes
You'll be closing Phantom do's, and Dolce & Cabana clothes
The paparazzi waiting, when you stepping out that G4
G5 we fly, we high ah man
I bet your man, ain't never had a hundred grand
I be drunk every hour, I be high every minute
I be dodging the press, because my windows tinted
I'm a playa for real, diamonds lay on my grill
To get out my deal, I had to pay two mill
Now I'm happy as ever, laying back on my leather
The number one fly boy, on the back of my sweater

[Hook]

[Lil' Flip:]
Them chicks in Chi-Town, looking for a real playa
Them chicks in Las Vegas, they get that money out there
Them chicks in New York, cute but they talk rude
Them chicks in Paris France, now they know what to do
Them chicks in Berlin, they say they want a playa too
I got the chicks in the Lou, they hollin' what it do
Them Cali chicks, want a playa with that real do'
That's when I pull up in my drop, and let me grill show

[talking:]
Ay-ay come ride-come ride-come ride
Ay, Southside for life
Ain't nobody do it like me, aaay

[Hook]

(feat. Mya)

You are now rockin' wit The Symphony

[Lil' Flip:]
Yessir
It's ya boy Fliperachi the #1 fly boy (yeaahhh)
I'm the building wit my girl Mya (fo' sho)
You know we doin' a song for the ladies, they want records too, you know
So if you want to come kick it wit some real pimp, a real man, a young boss
Girl money don't run out
Let me holla if you down wit Clover G's (fo' sho)

[Hook: Mya (Lil' Flip w/ ad libs)]
I know that you'd take care of me, baby please (that's right, that's right)
No baby is not jealousy, jealousy
I know that I know that you pimpin' you pimpiiiinn'
I know that I know that so I'm flippin' I'm flippiiinnnn

[Verse 1:]
The first day we met, I was in my vet
I just left Warner Brothers pickin' up my check (hahaaa)
I pulled up in Wing Stop just to get me a bike
Rubber cush on my blunt so I'm high as a kite
Red monkeys wit a crist twelve hundred to pop
And when you walk by I couldn't do nothin' but watch
Cause I know you wit a cat who ain't treatin' you right
And if you wanna be happy you should leave him right now
I got a ten o'clock flight on my G-5 girl
Let me upgrade you, no more Levi's girl
I'mma show you finer thangs you can cruise the world
And when we come back you gon' have bluest purse
Yessir

[Hook]

[Verse 2:]
I ain't a pimp no more, that was '99 (99)
Cause when it came to the bread I had to get mine
Top down when I'm roll up the Vegas Strip
Four pound on my hip in case a nigga trip
A hundred dollar chips, let's gamble ma (let's go)
And if the crowd get thick let's scramble ma (let's go)
No gal can cook shrimp better than ma (haha)
I had a gal ain't know what berretta or nine
After this, I'mma drop "Ahead of My Time"
The true thangs that I love is my bread and my dyme
They be like "Flip man you got a lazy flow"
That's when I say "oh wellll, I make crazy dough"
Chuchhh Chuchhh

[Hook: w/ Mya singing]
You always say the things to make me staaaayyyyy
He then told me that you would change your waaayyyysss
You always got the best from meeee
I gave 'em to you faithfully
I'm flippin' now I gotta get awaaaayyyyy

[Verse 3:]
So come and roll wit a fly boy
You can be my fly girl
Just you and I girl
The kid ballin' like Jim Jones (balliiiiiinnnnnnnnn)
Cause I made about 8 million ringtones (balliiiiiinnnnnnnnn)
I'm a certified mack in the streets
How many rappers got ice on the back (but they not too many)
I do it big like that rapper from&nbsp;???
While you exit home put your ring out (hahaaa)
And we on private jets sippin' real wine
I was in the projects watchin' feds crime
But now I'm doin' projects gettin' paid now (yeahh)
There go the paparazzi go and put your head down (cheese, cheese)

[Hook]

<i>[Talking]</i>
Yeah, I wrote this song for Mary Jane
It's only one bitch I trick my dough fo'
haha, a lotta y'all niggas spendin y'all money foolishly man
Invest in that Purple Haze, that Train Wreck
That Capiss, knawI'msayin
It'll have you right,oh boy

<i>[Chorus - 2x]</i>
I be smokin on that Mary Jane
Do you be smokin on that Mary Jane? (I wanna know)
See I'm addicted to that Mary Jane
Are you addicted to that Mary Jane? (I need mo')

<i>[Verse 1]</i>
Ay, the first time you let me hit I really wasn't with it
Now look, I need yo' ass every minute
I wake up early, fiendin for a big blunt
Plus tonight, I got a show in Romant
I know you heard about the Dirty, we so crunk
Gimme a swisher fill it up, with Super Skunk
That Hash Flynt got me swervin when I drive
Even when my money low I find a way to get high
If you a bud smoker, come blaze with me
Have a cup of lean, now you feelin dizzy
You know I gets busy, chiefin back-to-back
About to cough up a lung nigga hit that

<i>[Chorus - 2x]</i>

<i>[Verse 2]</i>
Ay, go get a highlife, this weed messin up my eyesight
At night time I can't drive right
You wanna feel what my vibe like
Then put 28 grams, in my pipe, I bet it get you right
And fuck what you heard, weed is the best thrill
So lil' mama you can keep them (X pills)
Cali got the best kill
But Amsterdam got everything all year, huh
And you can smoke on the streets, watch my DVD
I'm in love with W, E-E-D
Please pass the blunt, don't hold the blunt
Cause if the laws come, you gon be the first to run, bitch

<i>[Chorus - 2x]</i>

<i>[Verse 3]</i>
Ay, ay, this last verse gon be short as fuck (why?)
Cause Verse 1 I had a ounce (but I smoked it up)
Got game from the OG's (and I soaked it up)
In three years, three albums (I'm platinum plus)
Now I'm coppin Blueberry like it ain't no thang
(But not on Tuesdays and Thursdays) cause the people swang
(And why you chokin my nigga?) you can't handle it
(Well take this, gimme that) smoke a cancer stick, trick

<i>[Chorus - 2x]</i>

<i>[Talking]</i>
Yeah, if you in yo' whip rollin, even if you ain't a baller
Even if you gotta roll up one of them small ass little-bitty cigarillos
Do what you do man
Over here we ball outta control man, fo' real man
We take two blunts and put them sideways to make them fat
Then we take another one and put it the other way to make it long nigga
You ever put a whole ounce in a bone nigga?
Have you ever been to Amsterdam nigga?
You ever smoke Purple Kush, Purple Haze, OG Kush
Master Kush, Train Wreck, Maui Waui, all that shit man?
Ah man, we do it big man
White Widow, Triple X, Sweettooth
Sometimes niggas be havin sweetooths man
Haha, youknowI'msayin
We ball outta control baby
And don't hate on me man, cause I smell like that doja
And you smokin on that Bobby Brown
Uh, yeah

(feat. Mike Jones)

White, white, white cup (yessir)
White, white, white cup (yessir)
White, white, white cup (yessir)
White, white, white cup (yeah!)

[Lil' Flip: talking]
I keep a white cup nigga
It's Fliperachi
A.k.a. Mr. I Can Do Dat, a.k.a. The Number One Fly Boy
A.k.a. I Ain't No Sony No More

[Verse 1: Lil' Flip]
Hey, I keep a white cup
I gotta get my lean on (lean on)
I got a fucked up attitude once all my green gone (green gone?)
Gotta put my jeans on (jeans on)
Gotta put my rings on (rings on)
Hit the button, crank the motor, and put my screens on
Shorty P roll the dro
Damn you see them hoes?! (you see them hoes?)
I don't know where they 'bout to go, but shit I wanna go
Before the show I pour a four and then I mix it up (mix it up)
I take a old school car, then I fix it up

[Hook:]
I gotta (I gotta)
White, white, white cup
You see my (you see my)
White, white, white cup
I keep my
White, white, white cup
I love my
White, white, white cup
Now let's drink niggggggaaaaa
White, white cup in my hand
I gotta (I gotta)
White, white cup in my hand
You see my (you see my)
White, white cup in my hand
I keep my (I keep my)
White, white cup in my hand
Now let's drink nigggggaaaaa

[Verse 2: Lil' Flip]
I never lie to my fans not one time
These niggas wanna hit the cup, but ain't drop one dime
What kind of shit is that?
Nigga I'm sippin' that
And on my lap is my strap
That's where my weapon at
Come get it, you want it, you know I got my heat on me
Come get it, you want it, you know I got them keys homie
They go on cheap homie, they on the streets homie
I'm a gangsta so I never run from beef homie
I'm sippin', flippin', grippin' woodgrain as I roll (roll)
I few platinum chains, but I love gold
I like the way it shine, I like the way it glisten (glisten)
I got the real drank, you niggas need to listen

[Hook: w/ Mike Jones ad libs]
Ayyyyyeeeee
Ayyyyyeeeee
Say Flip
Let your boy Mike Jones get some of that purple stuff in this white cup nigga
Hahaaaa
Hahaaaa

[Verse 3: Mike Jones]
I stay iced up
I gotta get my bling on
A million buzz plus before I put my ring on
Before my ringtones
I was gettin' my green on
I told Flip pour me a four to get my lean on
Pass me that Sunkist
Pass me that purple stuff
One hand on woodgrain the other on that white cup
Mike Jones and Fliperachi
Ain't no one like us
I'm rollin' Phantom, he Maybach and we both iced uuupppp

[Hook]

[Lil' Flip: talking]
I know you hear that right
That's a white cup
A money white cup
When we say we got a money cup
That mean we poured up a strong... soda
You dig what I'm sayin'?

(feat. Robin Andre)

[Chorus:]
Tell me why
I cant see where I'm goin
No
When everybody else sees
Where I'm comin from
And I don't know why
I travel down these dead end roads
I gotta turn this car around
And find my way home.

[Lil Flip:]
Will you listen to my music do you feel my shit
Look I don't need punch lines cuz I live my shit
A lot of cats sellin their soul for radio play
That's why we need more rappers like Common n Kanye
Nigga scared to be broke so they fake it to make it
If my album went gold I'd still be the greatest
Back in the days I would get caught for truency
But now I'm puttin money back in my community
I took my homies out the hood n now they got jobs
Cuz there's more to life then dodgin cop cars
I played the block hard n now I play the pop charts
But now I'm getting dumb money cuz I got smart

[Chorus:]
Tell me why
I can't see where I'm goin
No
When everybody else sees
Where I'm comin from
And I don't know why
I travel down these dead end roads
I gotta turn this car around
And find my way home.

[Lil Flip:]
Hey yo I never seen a man cry til I seen a man die
So when you talk to me look me in my damn eyes
Cuz I been through it all and my scars prove it
Cuz when it come to that paper homie Ima do it
I just rhyme part time you better know it
These lines commin from my mind so I never wrote it
I keep my nine by my spine so I never show it
Yeah im addicted to pine but I never grow it
And the reason I got signed is cuz im a poet
Half of my niggas doin time but im focused
Thats why im stayin on the grind if u havent noticed
That old cadillac transformed fully loaded

[Chorus:]
Tell me why
I can't see where I'm goin
No
When everybody else sees
Where I'm comin from
And I don't know why
I travel down these dead end roads
I gotta turn this car around
And find my way home.

When ya new album drop everybody ya friend
Niggas actin like they down but I know they pretend
I used to scrape up money for studio time
I'm like Jay-Z homie I remember my rhymes
Ain't nobody helped me out when my cash was low
My bills commin to fast so I had to blow
And I walked by fate not by sight
Cuz I know G-O-D will guide me right
I take the bitter with the sweet I know u feel my pain
Why we gotta get harassed when we board the plane
I ain't tryin to preach to ya but I hope you relate
Cuz even at a dead end you gotta find your way
OK
OK

[Chorus:]
Tell me why
I can't see where I'm goin
No
When everybody else sees
Where I'm comin from
And I don't know why
I travel down these dead end roads
I gotta turn this car around
And find my way home.

[Lil Flip: talking]
Yeah
I wanna dedicate this track right here to my grandparents
You know
They stuck with me
Through thick n thin
You know what I'm sayin since day one.
I got my family.
You know I ain't got no back problem.
So I dedicated this to you.
Pray to God you gonna find a way.
Holla back.

<i>[Talking]</i>
Yeah-yeah-yeah, ay let's win a Grammy with this one
Let's go woo-woo, this for all the single mothers out there
Coming straight from your boy Fliperaci, the number one fly boy
I done took y'all to the club, I done took y'all to the streets
Fin to make you think, pay attention let's go

<i>[Lil' Flip]</i>
When we was kids, we wasn't worried about the bills
It was all about the ice cream, and rolling down hills
Look boy meets girl, the next day he wanna kiss
He make it to third base, but the condom wouldn't fit
And guess who bust in, the lil' girl's daddy
And you know black folks, he beat the lil' girl's ass
Now her stepmom mad, she like send her back
Cause I don't want my real daughter, growing up like that
I tired to tell you last year, when you bought that phone
And you don't know what she doing, when we ain't at home
In these days, the kids looking older now
So a grown man, might tap you on the shoulder now

<i>[Hook]</i>
This about a lil' mama too, if pop was here
I know it's hard to raise a child, and maintain a career
This a message, to all the single mothers in the world
(don't be wasting all your time)
And if a coward get you pregnant, and he don't wanna help
Don't get stressed out, you can do it by yourself
Cause you a strong woman girl, enjoy your life
And no matter what they say, keep your head to the sky

<i>[Lil' Flip]</i>
Now it's eight years later, ery'body seventeen
But everything changed, since Kim left the scene
Now her laid back man, moving crackular
You want a ki, you gotta meet him at the back of the store
But guess who saw who, at the club that night
After exchanging phone numbers, somebody started a fight
Now ery'body running, so Kim ran with him
That's when she said you a playa, why you ain't leaving with them
That's when he said I want you, I been waiting for you
What you say we get a room, just me and you
After too much liquor, one thang led into another
But you know where he messed up, he told her he loved her

<i>[Hook]</i>

<i>[Lil' Flip]</i>
Now it's two months later, that nigga disappeared
Meanwhile Kim at home, trying to wipe away her tears
Befo' she gave it up, he use to call daily
Another month passed by, now she going crazy
She popping up at clubs, she even keyed his car
That's when she got the phone call, bitch you went too far
Oh now you calling back, cause your car got scratched
You said you loved me, I can't believe I fell for that
Damn, I shoulda known you was a pig anyway
Look my stomach been hurting, and my friend kinda late
Wait, I took a test at least three or four times
But you know what cowards say, it ain't mine

<i>[Talking]</i>
And I know you tired, of hearing that man
A real man take responsibility, for his seeds
This for every single mother, whether you white or black
It don't matter, you know I'm saying
Ery'body can't be born rich, you know I'm saying
I come from the hood, I made some'ing out of nothing
You know I'm saying, everytime I do a concert
It's females in the front row, after the show
They like sign my autograph, so I can get back home
My kids gotta go to school, you know I'm saying
So if you taking care of your child, by your damn self
Keep doing your damn thang, if Fantasia can do the shit
Anybody can do it, you dig what I'm saying
Straight up, holla back

<i>[Lil' Flip]</i>
Aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye
Aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye

<i>[Hook - Lil' Flip (2x)]</i>
Why you actin' like a hoe?
Nigga say it to my face
You rather rap it in a flow
Why you ain't say it to my face?
Now I know your ass a hoe
You shoulda said it to my face
Man that nigga gotta go, oh oh!

<i>[Lil' Flip]</i>
You run your mouth to them hoes (hoes)
Why you ain't say it to my face?
You ain't playin' wit a kid
I'mma put you in yo place
I got niggas on my team, who ain't scared to catch a case
Catch yo bitch while she's shoppin'
And put that pistol by her waist
Push her in your car, then take her to your place
Bitch where the jewelry at? (yeah, where the safe at?)
Hurry open up the safe
When it comes to gettin' bread, I'm ahead in the race
Infrared to his head, it's just another murder case
The game really over when you see that yellow tape
Pop the Lucky Nites niggas, let's celebrate
These niggas love to hate, but I'm aight wit that!
These M-16's will push your whole temple back
Nigga remember that, I am not a game
I guarantee, y'all niggas coppin' my chain
Cause y'all jackin' my style, you can't fuck with my flow (flow)
And she a dyke bitch, you can't fuck with my hoe
I'm still pumpin' that dro
I'm still thuggin' fo sho
You hear that knock nigga? Courtesy of Z-Ro
Don't be no hero, just play your part nigga
You beef with me then that mean you ain't smart nigga

<i>[Hook]</i>

<i>[Z-Ro]</i>
Look, a lot of y'all rappers turn up so bold but can't nobody touch me (can't nobody touch me)
But in the real we infiltrate penetrate muthafucka (muthafucka)
So one might get cool wit you just to do your ass end (your ass end)
I be openin' up in your whip and it's comin' through your glass in (your glass in)
Whether you standin' in my upper arm from the side of my forearm (forearm)
I can walk without security cause ain't nobody gon' do 'Ro no harm
Before I go fuck all 'yall, I feel I own ya that much
And if you wonder what it is that makes me act this way nigga that's nuts
We got fat nuts, you know the kind your baby momma like
Anythin' I say behind your back I'm willin' to say it to your face twice
"Fuck Lil' Flip, Fuck Z-Ro, I don't be listenin' to they shit"
May the same ones that at our shows recite our lyrics think that they shit
I'm just waitin' to hear somebody slander my name in a song
Same day it come out I pull a 2-8 gun out and I'll that bitch when I leave your home
Murder ain't crazy, just necessary sometime
I call a 14-40 and then you check out that's when I put my gun down

<i>[Hook (4x)]</i>

(Talking)
Ay I know alot of y'all niggaz wonderin', haha
is this nigga doin good? (yup)
is this nigga really ridin spinners? (yup), hah
I tell them niggaz man - can't you tell a nigga doin good man
can't you tell, Lil' Flip is in the building
we got Dj Squeeky on the track...Gudda, Gudda - Clover G's

(Chorus 2X - Flip)
We throw bows, we blow dro
we ride blades and low pro's
umm....I heard you doin good
nigga can't you tell
oh you still in the hood, cause you ain't doin too well

(Verse 1 - Flip)
Now when I pull up in my drop, one switch make it rock
one switch make it hop, the other switch make it stop
I got wood grain on my dash, paper out the ass
I don't ride around with wallets I carry paper bags
ride around with tech's, endo, with a vest
Giovanni's on my Hummer, and spinners on my Lex
I rep Houston, Tex where niggaz bang Screw
we ride candy paint nigga what about yo' crew
got a piece and a chain, a watch and a ring
ten thousand square foot home, plus a spot for my plane
I spitt game to hoes to get 'em out they clothes
cause that's how it go when all ya jewelry froze
I been pimpin for awhile, I'm a hot boy like Nile
my jacket is mink - but my shoes are crocodile
I'm thuggin forever, fifty karats in my bezzel
but I'm like 'Trillville' cause y'all can't get on "my level"

(Chorus)

(Verse 2 - Gudda)
Uhhh I'm in the club buckin, fuck it I'm a throw some bows
hit the bar and get bent and go and fuck some hoes
I'm this bitch actin wild you know how Gudda do it
I got my pistol on my hip incase I get into it
niggaz drinkin that 'Incredible Hulk'
now he drunk and he think he the "Incredible Hulk"
uhhh they gon'have to drag him out this bitch
then the police gon'come and drag me out this bitch.... (yea, Gudda)

(Verse 3 - Supa)
I'm doin good and it feels great
I'm in the hood H2 and it's charcoal gray
supa dup'fly, boy I'm supa dup'frisby
give a fuck about the name just know he gets busy
mouth of the south you know ya know me well
hollow shells - swell you like a macaroni shell
fuck you haters, the chains is off
Clover chains is on...we off the chains lil'boy (yea)

(Chorus)

(Verse 4 - MJG)
Uh, yea, come on....
MJG, pimp tight and Lil' Flip got a hit on the chart
but if a girl wanna get on the chart, shit I'll still put a bitch on the block
you don't really want that really now tell the truth, slow ya role
you got the cars and clothes but you still don't know ya hoes
I'm a Hoe - ologist I dissect the bitch and find the problem
I got solutions for a problem I'm here to resolve 'em
pull up in a 1969 Impala whites over blacks they harder
everyday I wake up early tryna make a dollar, I think I wanna pop my collar
could it be I'm just a natural born with alittle dose of pimpin
oooh nothin but motionless women strap up put alittle life up in 'em
I don't pretend I mean exactly what I mean
I don't sell those you can go to sleep and have a dream
when I roll through the dirty south sittin up on my twenty - fo's
breakin me a ciggerillo down...fillin it up with nothin but dro
M - J - fuckin G representer of the dirty
but I spit it hard enough to make sure that the world heard me

(Chorus)

<i>[Hook - 2x]</i>
I never meant, to break your heart
But you know how life go, shit happen
But you know, I still got your back
And I just, wanna tell you that

<i>[Lil' Flip]</i>
Many nights you waited up, but I never called back
And everytime I had a show, I would tell you to fall back
I know you think I got chicks, in every state
I know my lifestyle fast, but I'ma pump my breaks
At the beginning, everything was cool
I use to leave the studio, and pick you up from school
You was there, when I had to eat Ramon noodles
If you ain't careful, stress is what the game'll do ya
I got the world, on my shoulders
That's why I lace my girl, with a Clover
I know you worried, cause I stay in the streets ma
But don't worry, cause I roll thirty deep ma I'm good

<i>[Hook]</i>

<i>[Lil' Flip]</i>
At first it was restaurants, then the movies
Now you typing crazy messages, in my two-way
But it's time though, I meet a million hoes
But they ain't like you, cause they ain't got pretty toes
You know thugs, never let they feelings show
But anytime you wanna talk, just let me know
Cause I got your back, we a perfect match
It's me and you against the world, who's stopping that

<i>[Hook - 2x]</i>

<i>[Lil' Flip]</i>
I like to see you, with no make-up on
I like to see you with a Jacob on, now do your thang girl
If you wanna get to know me, just holla girl
Have you ever rode, in a drop top Impala girl
I could turn a good girl, into a bad girl
I got you rocking black ice, no more black pearls
I can't lie, I want your body in the worst way
I fly to Cali in the morning, I'll be back Thursday

<i>[Talking]</i>
This for the block, there's no place like show business
Hell naw nigga, I'm serious
I'm honored, I'm back
Take this muh'fucken rap money
And bring it back to the block nigga
Haha, fo' real, so if you gettin yo money
That drank money, you gettin it
You know, I'm just worried about me now
Got all the fuck boys from around me, hey fuck you niggas
Hey, now let's get it

<i>[Chorus]</i>
After I do my concert, I bring that money to the block
And nigga I don't half, cause I want the whole block
Now whip it, now whip it, now whip it, now whip it
Now get it, whip it, ship it, and flip it

<i>[Verse 1]</i>
Ay I told you muh'fuckers I'ma bounce back
With three million in cash, potna count that
If I write you a check, nigga you can cash that
And when I'm in Europe, I use my flatstack
The black car get used fo' times a day
My rims skinny, but my pockets overweight
Go get yo tubes tied, cause you a bitch boy
800 grand, and now you think you rich boy
You better step it up, my paper been straight
And by the way my new chick go to Penn Stae
I paid for her car, I paid for her books
Okay I'm lyin, but don't that shit go with the hook
I got money to blow, I oughta be ashamed
I'm playin with some change, I want Travolta plane
He got a couple of 'em, we always fuck with rubbers
This ain't O.G. kush, I like to call it Bubble

<i>[Chorus]</i>

<i>[Verse 2]</i>
Ay fuck boy, I'm the James Toney of rap
Cause niggas hate me, but I still got it like that
A brand new 'Vette, I'm a ladies man
Plus my Bretlin cost me 80 grand
Ay, money ain't a thang, you know where I hang
And besides music, you know what I slang
And you know what I claim, It's Clover Geez up
And don't you hate it when yo potna smoke, all yo weed up?
I had to roll my sleeves up (why?), cause of my bracelet
And we ain't goin nowhere, so just face it
I lace weed with the syrup cause it burn slow
I make G's with my words cause it earn dough
Who woulda known Lil' Flip 'll scan five mil'
And then be forced to take a break for two years
But the block got love for the God
So you know it ain't shit for me to get a nigga robbed

<i>[Chorus]</i>

For the block niggas

(Chorus)
Sorry lil mama I gotta go
Not tryna hit and run ya but I got another show
It's already check out time plus my plane leaves at four
Give me them digits
At a later date I'll f**k withchu some more
Meanwhile rollin on chrome
Every lil mama I run into wanna take me home
Tryna give em my lil fair share
Because they all want this bone
So don't get mad at me if my cell phone is on roam
I'm just tryna get some dome

(Lil Flip)
Now if you rollin wit me come now
I'm a gangster
I never put my gun down
I can't drive girl cuz I'm high
I see yo belly ring
Plus you got a butterfly
28's when I roll out
10 clear coats on my coach ride
What's your name
Where you from girl
I got a presidential suite you can come girl
I got cris by the case load
What the hell yo baby daddy in my face fo'
Now I'm reachin for my waist hoe
We got chicks in every state bro

(Chorus)
Sorry lil mama I gotta go
Not tryna hit and run ya but I got another show
It's already check out time plus my plane leaves at four
Give me them digits
At a later date I'll f**k withchu some more
Meanwhile rollin on chrome
Every lil mama I run into wanna take me home
Tryna give em my lil fair share
Because they all want this bone
So don't get mad at me if my cell phone is on roam
I'm just tryna get some dome

(Verse 2)
The whip paid fo'
She starin at my watch
I'm like what you in my face fo'
Ha
She heard alot of gank
She want alot of gangster
Ride wit a gangster
I'ma type of gangster
It aint bout the fame
She just diggin my nature
It aint bout the change
She still wantin the paper
I'm feelin ya style
And ya classy ways
I want my child in ya stomache
But not havin my baby
Anyway


I'm a one night stand man
After this night
I'ma dump you like a trash can
Like I set you on fire
I can put you out
I want ya gas can and I can be ya water spout

(Chorus)
Sorry lil mama I gotta go
Not tryna hit and run ya but I got another show
It's already check out time plus my plane leaves at four
Give me them digits
At a later date I'll f**k withchu some more
Meanwhile rollin on chrome
Every lil mama I run into wanna take me home
Tryna give em my lil fair share
Because they all want this bone
So don't get mad at me if my cell phone is on roam
I'm just tryna get some dome

(Z-Ro)
I gotta Sprint
And a T-Mobile
And a Nextel phone
And all three of em ringin from bad ass bitches that wanna bone
Take one of two calls
Take on to the telly
And take one home
Cuttin corners barely missin the crib
Try not to break her bone
WHY!
I'm sittin on top of 83's and fresh ass meat
A nigga tried to jack me for em so I left his chest open last week
I'm rude as a mothaf**ker
But I get nice when I recieve head
Might fall off for a minute
But I get back right when I recieve bread
Chop em up wit something
Shorty thick
Go straight to the bed wit it
Run her on the low low cuz someone's always watchin like a fed visit
Crucify the coochie then cut a couple of corners
Crusin quick to end and quit this
Before I fall in love

(Chorus)
Sorry lil mama I gotta go
Not tryna hit and run ya but I got another show
It's already check out time plus my plane leaves at four
Give me them digits
At a later date I'll f**k withchu some more
Meanwhile rollin on chrome
Every lil mama I run into wanna take me home
Tryna give em my lil fair share
Because they all want this bone
So don't get mad at me if my cell phone is on roam
I'm just tryna get some dome

(Lil Flip)
Now if you rollin wit me come now
Now if you rollin wit me come now

(*talking*)
Ok (believe that) we broadcasting live
From Redd's showroom ya heard me (off top)
We still balling, we still doing this shit ya heard me
We still in it (believe that) it's that flame shit

(Yung Redd)
The wheels on my truck, go round and round
I'm sitting 24 inches, off of the ground
How that sound, mama said do what you'd like
Hold it rocking flights, red, white and blue stripes
But hold up, down South still on nonstop
Cause we been representing down here, for a while
With no solo album, I was still amazing
Stayed full of them trees, I was purple hazing
Look at me now, Redd ain't playing around
Two skinny, but my stacks keep weighing me down
They say balling is a habit no, I can't help it
Now I got more green, than a Boston Celtic
So I'm going all out, on a money route
Now I think these niggas, really know what I'm about
I don't know where you been, I don't know where you from
But around these parts, we get it how it come

(Chorus: Chamillionaire - 2x)
See I'm a flosser, balling like you see it
Recognize me as a balla, legend in the streets
Best believe I did it all but, that will never stop me
From feeling like a flosser, cause I'm a balla

(T.C.)
I'm still in the game, y'all catch my drift
I got that work cheap dog, peep my flip
When I hop out the truck, y'all catch my drift
The rolly's so icy, bitch get off my dick
We ride the finest cars, you know we stay stunting
Rims so big on the six, they sit funny
If it ain't broke don't fix it, blunt it and blist it
In a all blue something, with the plates unlisted
Like Nike, keeping you bitch niggas in check
Yeah whodi you know me, they boy is back
With two bricks, two chicks and two platinum Macks
I stay grinding, so you know I stay shining

(Chorus: Chamillionaire - 2x)

(Yung Redd)
See I'm like a value meal, my doe supersized
Copping a brand new Bentley, Coupe to ride
With mo' cake than a bakery, we got cream
Candy truck radio up, like Raheim
7-1-3 nigga, that's the name of my team
We still get full of that syrup, and gangsta lean
I still be ghetto fab, if I drove a yellow cab
Yung Redd enough said, my niggas got cash
Don't get it twisted up, my wrist lit up
You gotta show me something, for me to get up
Just call me a rough neck, but I cash enough checks
To put me in a Vet, and roll off with a set
The streets give me respect, for everything that I did
As a kid I always kept a strap, close to my ribs
But I don't know where you been, and I don't know where you from
But around these parts, we get it how it come

(Chorus: Chamillionaire - 2x)

(feat. C-Note, D-Red, Big Shasta)

[talking:]
Hey Note, I'm tired of these niggaz stealing our shit mayn
D-Red now you know damn well, we started off riding blades
Having the big chains, the diamonds in our grill
I mean, how much can you steal from a nigga mayn
God damn mayn, I'm a Southside nigga till I die nigga
Niggaz trying to act like Clover Geez, ain't got no money nigga
You see everybody pieced up, cause we ain't broke nigga

[Hook: Big Shasta]
What you know about the South, diamonds up in our mouth
Breaking you boys off, Clover Geez in the house
What you know about the South, steady gripping that grain
Nigga sipping that drank, getting that money mayn
What you know about the South, get on it
If it's money to be made, then I want it
A lick to be hit, so you know I'm gonna hit it
A dollar to be made, so you know I'm gonna get it

[Lil' Flip:]
You ain't know, I could spit it like this
I hustle on the block, but I can get it like this shit
Five hundred ki's, is equivalent to me
I break down the beat, like I break down my weed
I skate down my street, with my K by my feet
To make it in my hood, you gotta pay off police
I stay off the leash, don't play y'all capish
One phone call, and you'll be in the grave with your peeps
Don't run up on me, I wish you would
You ain't welcome to my hood, we still grip the wood
From Herschelwood to Cloverland, to Blue Ridge
We got it locked nigga, you can ask Whoo Kid
Nigga is you stupid, I'll let the K spray
I'm a king with drama, ask Kay Slay
Spread your lies fuck boy, go on talk about me
I'm the real deal, nigga you a carby copy

[Hook]

[C-Note:]
What you know about it, even when it's hot nigga pushing snow up out
The Dirty South got it locked, cause some'ing glow about it
I hit the hottest club spot, and pull a hoe up out it
What you know about it
I'm from the land of the trill, the land of fifth wheels
The land of diamond grills, and them freestyle skills
Be po'ing up that drank, and we po'ing up the paint
And we steady smoking dank, so nigga fuck what you think
Blowing shit that niggaz can't, but niggaz still try to copy
I just keep shit real boy, y'all niggaz just sloppy
Tried to steal all my fans, and you almost had em
Till they found out your new shit, sound like my old albums
Heard you boys ain't true, wanna be like my whole crew
You even got a lil' DJ, trying to be like Screw
But nigga y'all can't do, what the fuck my niggaz do
So much ice up on my body, will make a bitch nigga blue

[Hook]

[D-Red:]
It's going down nigga, spray a few rounds nigga
You a clow nigga, D-Red a O.G. nigga
Yeah I know you heard about me, ask around town but your game was sloppy
Ery'body that you talked to, said the real nigga G nigga from the Botany
I'm a Southside rider boy, heavy in the game real rhyming boy
Still thoed digging though what you know, and you know yeah I'm real with the gansta boy
Just spot up at the club, me and my niggaz is showing love
Looking nice on dro, everybody on the real fifty deep all Clovered up
Pieced up let boys know, Botany Boys gon take the do'
Clover Geez gon wreck the show, then after the show we taking all the hoes
Jumping down in the big whips, with big ships with extra clips
Niggaz only hate but we swell them lips, mad cause we bout to take a playa trip
To the doc boy on the yacht boy, Big Shot boy fat knots boy
Keep up boy you too slow boy, in a minute you gon be a real fuck boy
We making cash brah, we make it last brah
Clover Geez/Botany Boys, Screwed Up Click brah

[Hook]

[Scratching: Mannie Fresh]
yo red necks, coloreds, asians, africans, euthopians
whatever you is-it's ya boy Freshly Snipes ya heard
with Young Flip and I call this one

[Chorus - Mannie Fresh, Lil' Flip]
Now what it do
yeah nigga got too much loot
Now what it do
yeah baby push the GT Coupe
Now what it do
yeah nigga showin platinum tooth's
aye play with me homey let the ego shoot
Now what it do
yeah baby Young Flipper is back (I'm back)
Now what it do
yeah nigga candy Cadillacs
Now what it do
pump your backs it's just too much glass
I still rep Cloverland-Know what is y'all sayin?

[Verse1: Flip]
you know ya baby mama wanna ride with a G
cause she shakin her ass to this Mannie Fresh beat
I'm fly as a muhfucker-high as a muhfucker
4 rolled diamond chain, iced out belt buckle
aye and I'm still on the grind
I own 10 watches but I'm never on time
I show up late-cause I blow up weight
you doin shows down here but you can't go upstate
now what it do I'm tryna leave with you and you
I'm twenty-deep, I ain't trippin bring ya crew
I got my heat you packin little 22's
we Clover G's the home of lean and Dj Screw

[Chorus: Mannie Fresh, Lil' Flip]
Now what it do
yeah nigga got too much loot
Now what it do
yeah baby push the GT Coupe
Now what it do
yeah nigga showin platinum tooth's
aye play with me homey let the ego shoot
Now what it do
yeah baby Young Flipper is back (I'm back)
Now what it do
yeah nigga candy Cadillacs
Now what it do
pump your backs it's just too much glass
I still rep Cloverland-Know what is y'all sayin?

[Verse2: Lil' Flip]
aye I got the big home, the whip chrome
the king back you can't take my throne (hell naw)
I been chillin on the low gettin dough fuh sho
run up on me thirty shots (blat-blat) but I'm lettin e'm go
you can't fuck with my team I'm just lettin you know
if it cost five-hundred that's regular dro
cops pull a nigga over cause they jealous of my car
my OZ's twelve-hundred you can smell it through the jar
grab a sweet roll it up(coughing)get the drank pour it up
and no you can't come with me if you ain't old enough
you know that Desert Eagle come with a holster
but my GT ain't come with a showfer (damn)

[Chorus: Mannie Fresh, Lil' Flip]
Now what it do
yeah nigga got too much loot
Now what it do
yeah baby push the GT Coupe
Now what it do
yeah nigga showin platinum tooth's
aye play with me homey let the ego shoot
Now what it do
yeah baby Young Flipper is back (I'm back)
Now what it do
yeah nigga candy Cadillacs
Now what it do
pump your backs it's just too much glass
I still rep Cloverland-Know what is y'all sayin?

[Verse3: Lil' Flip]
Aye the dope boy say I'm shinin' boy
but that shit came from grindin boy
yellow diamonds every where like I stuck up Johnny
dogg I heard ya paper low I got that stuck up money
shut the fuck up dummy you ain't hard as us
I went to France and found out you ain't large as us
I get paid just to come to the club and chill
I let ya chick braid my hair-plus she love my grill
fuck a house on a hill, cause my shit by the lake
I'm like Jigga I can do this in one-take
we got wieght, we got dro, we got all the guns
ask about Lil' Flip you know where I'm from

[Chorus: Mannie Fresh, Lil' Flip]
Now what it do
yeah nigga got too much loot
Now what it do
yeah baby push the GT Coupe
Now what it do
yeah nigga showin platinum tooth's
aye play with me homey let the ego shoot
Now what it do
yeah baby Young Flipper is back (I'm back)
Now what it do
yeah nigga candy Cadillacs
Now what it do
pump your backs it's just too much glass
I still rep Cloverland-Know what is y'all sayin?

[Lil' Flip]
yeah aye that's how we do it man
y'all niggaz need to step ya game up man
clover G's in the motherfuckin building
dogg BG Duke in the building, D-Redd in the building
Will-Lean the chemist in the building
the black Al Capone in the building
UA Deal in the building, Mid West in the motherfuckin building
and we doin it so, so motherfuckin big
Big Shasta in the building, M Dollar in the building
we gettin money nigga and when you see me in the streets say "what it do"
and don't call me Flip no motherfuckin more call me Flipperachi
hahaha and we out

<i>[Talking]</i>
Ay I'm tired of all this talkin
I don't know what y'all heard
But I'm a warrior, let's go

<i>[Chorus]</i>
Real niggas (what up?) Clover Geez (What up?)
If you ain't talkin 'bout fightin then you need to (shut up!)
I'm a warrior nigga, I ain't scared of you nigga
I'm a gangsta boy, I'll put led in you nigga

<i>[Verse 1]</i>
If you diss Lil' Flip I'ma find you nigga
If you forgot I'ma G I'ma remind you nigga
I got pimps on my team that'll cut you up
Man, I got pimps on my team that'll fuck you up
I ain't never been a hoe, I never run from a fight
I'm the one the hoes love but the niggas don't like
Cause I made it out the hood now my team doin great
Niggas finally get a brick now they think they got weight
Nigga, I been straight you the one goin broke
I got 300 grand around my throat
Cause I'm the hardest MC reppin H-Town
You keep playin I'ma leave you with your face down

<i>[Chorus]</i>

<i>[Verse 2]</i>
Huh, niggas know me I ain't scared of a bitch nigga
Cause you know a roach ain't shit to a rich nigga
And just because you heard I rap you don't know a nigga
Now gimme that, that ain't the right way to hold a pistol (stupid)
You toy soldiers gon catch five and roll over
While me and the other Clover Geez blow doja
And if you bitch made
I'ma run across your face with a switch blade, now take that

<i>[Chorus]</i>

<i>[Verse 3]</i>
I be in Memphis 10, I be with Juice and Paul
I get money from Skinny Pimp (why?) cause that's my dog
I be with killers and convicts that put in work
I can blow five mil' and it will not hurt (damn!)
Cause I learn the game before I earn my change
And I will pay you back if you mention my name
Huh, it could be the mailman at your front do'
Or it could be your biggest fan in the front row
I like drama so call your momma I got a llama
That's what you get bitch for fuckin with a big tymer
A rich nigga with chrome triggers for all y'all
And if it's fuck me, you know it's fuck y'all

<i>[Chorus - 4x]</i>

<i>[Lil' Flip]</i>
Hey pimpin' (hey pimpin')
Them diamonds you wearin' (which ones?)
Them yellow diamonds (oh these?)
They ain't real yellow diamonds homie (how you know?)
Them treated diamonds playa, haha
I'm baaacckk

<i>[Hook]</i>
I'm a fly boy
I'm a I'm a fly boy
I'm a fly boy
I'm a I'm a fly boy
I'm a fly boy
I'm a I'm a fly boy
Save all the talkin' cause you blowin' my high boy (Aye, aye, aye)

<i>[Verse 1]</i>
You see my paint (you see my paint)
Nigga you see my whip (you see my whip)
On twenty-siiixxes, bitch you know it's Flip
I got my stunna shades (I got my stunna shades)
I got my game tight (I got my game tight)
I fly G-5's, I don't have to change flights (haha)
Oh yes, the chest got VVS (VVS)
So many drugs I can open up a CVS (come get it)
Gucci flip flops (Gucci flips flops)
Gucci tank top (Gucci tank top)
'Fore my patna Screw I pour a lil' drank out (rest in peace)
Who flyer than me? (you?)
Who higher than me? (stop)
I'm gettin' head like Shawna ??
I'm supplyin' the streets, it ain't no denyin' a G (nope)
Look I'm the first one (wit what?), wit platinum on his teeth cause

<i>[Hook 2x]</i>

<i>[Verse 2]</i>
When I pull up all them hoes be
Tryin' to leave the club
Will they smoke some bud wit us?
Good girls like thug niggas
Po' nigga, I dare any one of y'all to try me
Even when I take a shit that pistol right by me (which side?)
I'll be, grindin' til they put my body in a tomb
Screens in my whip, bigger than the ones that's in your living room (yeah)
Candy paint shined up, twenty cars lined up (ooohh-weeee)
And they all cost bra (how much?) triple your house dawg (haha)
Call me Flip or 'Flipperachi' call me anythin' but broke
All I need is V12 nigga I can cook coke (yeah)
I'm the number one fly boy you peepin' out my chain (bling!)
I'm at the strip club, makin' hundreds rain cause

<i>[Hook (2x)]</i>

<i>[Verse 3]</i>
Yo my Chevy ridin' high boy
Twelve hundred dollar shades on my eyes boy
Twelve thousand dollar blades on my ride boy
Four 18's got me soundin' like a quire boy, haha
I slow the car down and speed it up
Hey chump, I slowed your broad down and beat it up, haha
So don't be playin' wit a G shawty
Cause I can make you disappear for a G shawty
They always talk about the kid in the street shawty
The kid got more beef than the meat market, let me park it
Cause I don't trust valet wit my keys
Let's make a bet for 50 large, who flyer than me? nobody

<i>[Hook]</i>

Woah, Woah, Woah (You'z A Trick)
Woah, Woah, Woah Here we go!

<i>[Chorus: x4]</i>
Don't spend no money I'm a pimp - I'm a pimp
Why you keep spendin money - you'ze a trick
You'z a trick (You'z a trick)

Aye once again I'm back with the flow to make all ya'll haters mad
I'm at the club every night but I ain't trickin cash
poppin bottles, fuckin models you know we do it big
clip with hollows if you follow me I'm a split ya wig
we thirty deep at the club we all iced out
Clover G's party until they cut the lights off
drinkin, smokin, chillin you know we get it crunk boy
VVS's in my ear this how you stunt boy
on the East they roll dutches-we smokin blunts boy
when we get in town look at the line in the front boy
now listen ma you know you rollin with a G right
and half of my crew already got three stripes
ya'll gettin three mics-I'm gettin four and better
that nigga wanna fuck you I just want yo'cheddar
I'm on another level, take a look at my bezzel
if yo'baby daddy wanna fight-tell him it's whatever

<i>[Chorus]</i>

Aye I got my cash up, my top down-these hoes think I'm hot now
grippin grain, diamond chain five karat rocks now
don't nobody get it poppin like my crew do it
if the music too fast homey I'm a Screw it
24's on H2's drop top, candy blue
ya friend wanna leave with me, but shit I'm tryna leave with you
I can show you off my game, pimpin ain't gon'never change
get my money in arrange you might get a Clover chain
I be drivin state to state pimpin hoes, makin cake
Clover G's collared shirt, tennis shoes baby they (woooh)
I do drive but half of the time I'm too high
alligator air force ones girl I'm too fly (wooooh)
cause I'm caked up-my wrist Jac'd up
I don't know why these niggaz hate us
but I'm a stay paid and chop on blades
cause everytime you trick my money get made (yeah)

<i>[Chorus]</i>

"You'z a trick" - <i>[repeated until the end]</i>

Woah, Woah, Woah (You'z A Trick)
Woah, Woah, Woah Here we go!

<i>[Chorus: x4]</i>
Don't spend no money I'm a pimp - I'm a pimp
Why you keep spendin money - you'ze a trick
You'z a trick (You'z a trick)

Aye once again I'm back with the flow to make all ya'll haters mad
I'm at the club every night but I ain't trickin cash
poppin bottles, fuckin models you know we do it big
clip with hollows if you follow me I'm a split ya wig
we thirty deep at the club we all iced out
Clover G's party until they cut the lights off
drinkin, smokin, chillin you know we get it crunk boy
VVS's in my ear this how you stunt boy
on the East they roll dutches-we smokin blunts boy
when we get in town look at the line in the front boy
now listen ma you know you rollin with a G right
and half of my crew already got three stripes
ya'll gettin three mics-I'm gettin four and better
that nigga wanna fuck you I just want yo'cheddar
I'm on another level, take a look at my bezzel
if yo'baby daddy wanna fight-tell him it's whatever

<i>[Chorus]</i>

Aye I got my cash up, my top down-these hoes think I'm hot now
grippin grain, diamond chain five karat rocks now
don't nobody get it poppin like my crew do it
if the music too fast homey I'm a Screw it
24's on H2's drop top, candy blue
ya friend wanna leave with me, but shit I'm tryna leave with you
I can show you off my game, pimpin ain't gon'never change
get my money in arrange you might get a Clover chain
I be drivin state to state pimpin hoes, makin cake
Clover G's collared shirt, tennis shoes baby they (woooh)
I do drive but half of the time I'm too high
alligator air force ones girl I'm too fly (wooooh)
cause I'm caked up-my wrist Jac'd up
I don't know why these niggaz hate us
but I'm a stay paid and chop on blades
cause everytime you trick my money get made (yeah)

<i>[Chorus]</i>

"You'z a trick" - <i>[repeated until the end]</i>

(feat. Big Shasta)

[Chorus x2: Big Shasta]
All my niggas on lock keep ya head up
My niggas on the block get ya bread up, I'ma get this cheddar
(Hey!) We go make it out the hood mayne
(Hey!) We go make it out the hood mayne

[Lil' Flip:]
Yeah I made it out the hood but I still go back
To check on my fam and buy my love bro throwbacks
I came a long way, it ain't my fault you went the wrong way
And listen up I'm grown nigga, I don't play
I got show money (yeah), plus liquor money (yeah)
After I get off stage I got picture money
These rap cats ain't stickin to the G-code
You thing you fly cause you got a few free-throws
I know squares that cook O's, you damn right
And if you want it, you gotta pay the damn price
I do this for the dope boys with them AK's
I'm a fly yellow nigga like Kay-Kay

[Chorus x2]

[Lil' Flip:]
Ay, you ain't gotta be fake I know y'all don't like me
Cause when I got shot up, y'all ain't right me
You got a chip on your shoulder, I got a clip in my holster
The difference between us, is I'm focused
Nowadays e'rybody wanna talk about me
But you know you can't mention the South without me
Record labels came, and record labels went
Pay attention to your checks, watch the money you spend
Your kids dirty, but you ride around in a Benz
Everyday at Pappadeux, trickin ya ends
It ain't the color of our skin, that hold us back
It's a fact, niggas don't know how to act
A few niggas get paid e'rybody want a piece
Shit start goin wrong e'rybody wanna leave
Record sales low e'rybody wanna beef
(No matter where I go) I keep it H double O-D

[Chorus x2]

[Lil' Flip:]
Ay, all my niggas makin forty-five hunnid a week
We overseas blowin trees, yeah it's somethin to see
You'll never hear me say "I don't need the hood"
All my niggas gettin fat cause I feed the hood
It ain't my fault y'all niggas don't leave the hood
I did everything y'all ain't believe I could
Huh, you not ahead of me, I got longevity
I'm tryin to leave my lil' boy, a legacy
I got the recipe, you wanna make a hit
You not impressin me, talkin bout bricks
I made it out the hood, and I'm still thuggin
Accepted by Hollywood, and I'm still hustlin
And that's a goddamn shame right?
Oh well, I'm tryin to get my change right
And you'll survive, if you play the game right
I fly G-5's I ain't gotta change flights

[Chorus x2]

<i>[Talking]</i>
Oh, oh, oh, haha
You know what this is right?
This the real hip hop
None of that watered down shit you used to
Rest in peace Big L, rest in peace Big Pun
Rest in peace Left Eye, and rest in peace Aaliyah

<i>[Verse 1]</i>
It ws all a dream, the fancy limousines had me on a paper chase
Back befo' Snoop Dogg beat his murder case
I used to jam Run-D.M.C.
Monie Love, MC Lyte, and Biz Markie
When LL was bad with that gold rope phone
Back when niggas used beepers now we got mobile phones
Me and my homies used to battle at the park
We had to be back on our street by the time it got dark
We used to wear cross colors now we love Guess
"6 minutes your on" like Dougie E. Fresh
I'm capable, I'm makin dough like Puffy did
But this ain't happen overnight, trust me kid
Now e'rybody wanna spit 16
And live the glamourous life, on the T.V. screen
But it ain't that easy, y'all rappers cheesy
I can't leave rap alone my fans need me

<i>[Chorus]</i>
This the real hip hop
(Ay, you know we miss you 'Pac and Biggie)
This the real hip hop
(Ay, when I'm on stage my niggas rockin with me)
This the real hip hop
(Ay, this time around I need five mics)
This the reall hip hop
(Cause my whole album ain't about ice)

<i>[Verse 2]</i>
Huh, back in the days, Kool Herc was DJin
But nowadays e'rybody instant replayin (damn)
Ain't nobody scratchin now (why?)
Cause e'rybody goin platinum now
I'm a Nigga With a Attitude like Cube and them
I got fame when I start fuckin with Screw and them
Freestylin on tapes, for eight minutes straight
Pick a beat, rap to it, get another out the crate
Thanks to hip hop I got a whole lot of cake
I'm like these rappers actin like they move a whole lot of weight
But wait, in my state I'm considered the great
And I refuse to pay for radio play
Rest in peace Justo, we gon miss you dog
I know Jam Master Jay and Screw with you dog
They'll never be a DJ better than y'all
And by the way, rest in peace 'Pac and Biggie Smalls, yeah

<i>[Chorus - 1 1/2]</i>

(feat. Yuk Mouth, Big Shasta)

[Talking:]
Ay man, I'ma tell you one thing man
Ay we stay ballin now (for real)
Lil' Flip is in the buildin (Clover Geez)
Yukmouth is in the buildin (Rap-A-Lot)
So all y'all rappers pretendin like you got money
We gon put y'all in y'all place

[Chorus x2: Big Shasta, (Lil' Flip), {Yukomuth}]
We stay ballin
(You know my homies down to ride
I represent the Southside with pride) (Southside)
We stay ballin
{You know my homies down to ride
I represent the Westside with pride} (Westside)

[Lil' Flip:]
Now he'll make a old lady feel like a virgin
We in the back of the Maybach, dude close the curtains
The paparazzi tryin to get another flick of me
Police muggin like I got a couple bricks on me
They hate when rappers come in town and have they club crunk
Cause we get e'rybody high and leave the club drunk
Poppin bottles, coppin tiles, puttin rims on it
I got mo' paper than you, I put my gems on it
How many rappers walk around rockin three clovers
A German car but I got a Portuguese chauffeur
No penny loafers, I ain't Mike But I'm Bad nigga
And for that paper I'll get up in yo ass nigga
You too commercial, I'll hurt you and let that nine squirt you
Yeah, I know you got a H2, but mine purple
I buy that shit you never knew existed
I hit the road and get paid, you come back home evicted, we stay ballin

[Chorus x2]

[Lil' Flip:]
Now can you, picture me roamin, high in my lowrider
I only wear t-shirts, so fuck Prada
I used to have to win battles rhymin on my turf
But now I'm walkin around with diamonds in my shirt
Wrist glitted, car kitted, I'm so gutter
Even when it's Winter time I got fo' hustlers
But when you get rich that's when the snakes come
I had to figure out the real niggas from the fake ones
This rap shit got a nigga goin overseas
But from Houston to Zurich we all smokin weed
Them Clover Geez makin moves while y'all standin still
Nigga my fuckin swimmin pool cost a quarter mil'
Cause I'm a big mack, ridin in my big 'Lac
Like 3-57 with a little kick back
We miss you 2Pac, we miss you Biggie Smalls
Until we meet again, me and Yuk' gon ball, oh boy,oh boy

[Big Shasta (Lil' flip):]
All my potnas got loot too, yeah
(Hell yeah we got loot too man, what you think?)
Said I'd rather ball with you
(You know we ballin man, rose gold and platinu, what?)
And we flippin new Benz Coupes, yeah
(Just bought that new Coupe off the lot, no miles)
And we ridin on 22's
(Deuce-deuce's baby)

[Yukmouth:]
Geah, geah, Yukmouth I'm Godzilla, ridin with Lil' Flippa
Y'all rappers buyin adapters we ridin on real spinners
With goons and gorillas we ridin with real killers
Cancun and the Villa, we playin with real scrilla, nigga
I'm still ballin, flossin and shot callin
Yuk' and Lil' Flip gon show you who boss hoggin
Y'all stompin artist, all of my rocks flawless
Still get the whole club jumpin like hydralics
I spit the hottest flows, overseas rockin shows
Still keep a flock of hoes at Roscoe's and Pappadeux
Rose gold and black diamonds is Rocky Road
Still aim, lock, and load, they'll kill you for some stop-n-go's
I rep the Westcoast, Flip represent the South
Shine with the down payment for a house in my mouth
I rock chains like Slick Rick in '82
Bentley Coupe navy blue,and still ball for DJ Screw

What, what, what, what
Yeah, we still ball for DJ Screw

[Chorus x2]

We came here to get it crunk like jump
In the club with our middle fingers up like jump
Now, we gonna make ?em stomp like jump
Niggas get out of line we hit ?em up like

Well, I'm flippin' and grippin' my wood grain steering wheel
I made a mill at eighteen, nigga how it feel
It feel good to cash checks every other day, yes
If you ain't talkin' bout money, go the other way

Miss me with that bullshit dawg, I'm on the grind
You disrespect me while I'm on stage, it's goin' down
Bottles, chairs, whatever I get my hands on
You can bet your bottom dollar they get some

If you think you strong enough to take a shot, jump
I bet you changin' your mind when you lookin' now, jump
These niggas like to talk shit, then apologize, I'm sorry, I'm sorry
You put my name in a verse then I gotta ride

We came here to get it crunk like jump
In the club with our middle fingers up like jump
Now, we gonna make ?em stomp like, jump
Niggas get out of line we hit ?em up like

We came here to get it crunk like jump
In the club with our middle fingers up like jump
Now, we gonna make ?em stomp like jump
Niggas get out of line we hit ?em up like

Look I'm a pimp
Mine is the 3 piece suit
My grill the same color as my GT Coupe
Gators snappin' on my feet like they fresh out the jungle

There's a nine in my vest, but it's a tec' in my Hummer
I know I make y'all niggas wonder how I'm gettin' that cash
?Cause when we gotta drop, I ain't spendin' my last
The prices jump

If you out of town and you need a bird jump
I could ban him and blow his brains on the fuckin' curve jump
You don't want beef wit my squad nigga jump
Come out the club off note, you gettin' rob nigga, so jump

Stupid if you wanted dawg
These hollow tips
Gon' put you in a coma dawg
You dig?

We came here to get it crunk like jump
In the club with our middle fingers up like jump
Now, we gonna make ?em stomp like jump
Niggas get out of line we hit ?em up like

We came here to get it crunk like jump
In the club with our middle fingers up like jump
Now, we gonna make ?em stomp like jump
Niggas get out of line we hit ?em up like

Hey, niggas claim they got guns but they ain't shot nobody
Or you a stick up kid why you ain't got nobody? Stop lyin?
Niggas at the bar buyin' shit they can't afford
You think he ballin' until you see his Honda Accord

And tell valet not to scratch my wheel
Or he gon' leave here wit a busted lip
Me and Crime Boss rollin' in my Coupe Deville
I ain't tryin' leave you in but I shoot to kill

Hey, I'm like Jeezy, I trap or die
And I don't pop, pop, I rather fire
I'm a thug and you know it, you damn right I show it
Twenty two's on my lotus just in case you haven't noticed

We came here to get it crunk like jump
In the club with our middle fingers up like jump
Now, we gonna make ?em stomp like jump
Niggas get out of line we hit ?em up like

We came here to get it crunk like jump
In the club with our middle fingers up like jump
Now, we gonna make ?em stomp like jump
Niggas get out of line we hit ?em up like

Hey I bet he won't jump
Keep talkin' all that shit but I bet he won't jump
Keep talkin' all that shit but I bet he won't jump
She talkin' all that shit but I bet she won't jump

She actin' like a bitch ?cause I know she won't jump
Oh, oh, oh, you better not jump
Oh, oh, oh, you better not jump
Oh, oh, oh, y'all better not jump

Oh, oh, you fuck around and get jump
Ha, ha, Whoo, shout to my nigga Zab Judah
Floyd Mayweather, Roy Jones, Winky Wright know what I'm sayin'?
What up to my nigga Bernard Hopkins? Yeah, holla at yo boy

<i>[Talking]</i>
Ay I'm tired of all this talkin
I don't know what y'all heard
But I'm a warrior, let's go

<i>[Chorus]</i>
Real niggas (what up?) Clover Geez (What up?)
If you ain't talkin 'bout fightin then you need to (shut up!)
I'm a warrior nigga, I ain't scared of you nigga
I'm a gangsta boy, I'll put led in you nigga

<i>[Verse 1]</i>
If you diss Lil' Flip I'ma find you nigga
If you forgot I'ma G I'ma remind you nigga
I got pimps on my team that'll cut you up
Man, I got pimps on my team that'll fuck you up
I ain't never been a hoe, I never run from a fight
I'm the one the hoes love but the niggas don't like
Cause I made it out the hood now my team doin great
Niggas finally get a brick now they think they got weight
Nigga, I been straight you the one goin broke
I got 300 grand around my throat
Cause I'm the hardest MC reppin H-Town
You keep playin I'ma leave you with your face down

<i>[Chorus]</i>

<i>[Verse 2]</i>
Huh, niggas know me I ain't scared of a bitch nigga
Cause you know a roach ain't shit to a rich nigga
And just because you heard I rap you don't know a nigga
Now gimme that, that ain't the right way to hold a pistol (stupid)
You toy soldiers gon catch five and roll over
While me and the other Clover Geez blow doja
And if you bitch made
I'ma run across your face with a switch blade, now take that

<i>[Chorus]</i>

<i>[Verse 3]</i>
I be in Memphis 10, I be with Juice and Paul
I get money from Skinny Pimp (why?) cause that's my dog
I be with killers and convicts that put in work
I can blow five mil' and it will not hurt (damn!)
Cause I learn the game before I earn my change
And I will pay you back if you mention my name
Huh, it could be the mailman at your front do'
Or it could be your biggest fan in the front row
I like drama so call your momma I got a llama
That's what you get bitch for fuckin with a big tymer
A rich nigga with chrome triggers for all y'all
And if it's fuck me, you know it's fuck y'all

<i>[Chorus - 4x]</i>

Woah, Woah, Woah (You'z A Trick)
Woah, Woah, Woah Here we go!

<i>[Chorus: x4]</i>
Don't spend no money I'm a pimp - I'm a pimp
Why you keep spendin money - you'ze a trick
You'z a trick (You'z a trick)

Aye once again I'm back with the flow to make all ya'll haters mad
I'm at the club every night but I ain't trickin cash
poppin bottles, fuckin models you know we do it big
clip with hollows if you follow me I'm a split ya wig
we thirty deep at the club we all iced out
Clover G's party until they cut the lights off
drinkin, smokin, chillin you know we get it crunk boy
VVS's in my ear this how you stunt boy
on the East they roll dutches-we smokin blunts boy
when we get in town look at the line in the front boy
now listen ma you know you rollin with a G right
and half of my crew already got three stripes
ya'll gettin three mics-I'm gettin four and better
that nigga wanna fuck you I just want yo'cheddar
I'm on another level, take a look at my bezzel
if yo'baby daddy wanna fight-tell him it's whatever

<i>[Chorus]</i>

Aye I got my cash up, my top down-these hoes think I'm hot now
grippin grain, diamond chain five karat rocks now
don't nobody get it poppin like my crew do it
if the music too fast homey I'm a Screw it
24's on H2's drop top, candy blue
ya friend wanna leave with me, but shit I'm tryna leave with you
I can show you off my game, pimpin ain't gon'never change
get my money in arrange you might get a Clover chain
I be drivin state to state pimpin hoes, makin cake
Clover G's collared shirt, tennis shoes baby they (woooh)
I do drive but half of the time I'm too high
alligator air force ones girl I'm too fly (wooooh)
cause I'm caked up-my wrist Jac'd up
I don't know why these niggaz hate us
but I'm a stay paid and chop on blades
cause everytime you trick my money get made (yeah)

<i>[Chorus]</i>

"You'z a trick" - <i>[repeated until the end]</i>