Mannie Fresh

Whassup Fresh? It's our turn, baby?

Gator boots with the pimped out Gucci suits (With the Gucci suits)
Ain't got no job, but I stay sharp (Ehh-Ehh Ehh-Ehh, I stay sharp)
Can't pay my rent, cause all my money's spent (I can't pay my rent)
But that's okay, cause I'm Still Fly (Uh, Uh, Damn! Cause I'm so fly)

Got a quarter tank of gas - in my new E class (In my E-Class Benz)
Cause that's alright, cause I'm gon' ride (Hmm-Mmm)
Got everythang - in my momma name (We got everythang, in my momma
name)
But I'm Hood Rich - dadah-dadah da-dah da-dah da-dah (Uh-Huh!)

Get your car *cuh-ck-cuh-cuh* car play gems gone shine
Instead momma get a bling - baby girl let's ride (Let's Ride)
You a number one stunna, and we gon' glide
and go straight to the mall and tear down the inside
Do that Prada, Gucci, full length leather
Bourbon's cool or Coogi sweater (Sweater)
Twenty-inches pop my feather
The Birdman daddy I fly in any weather
Alligator seats with the head in the inside
Swine on the dash, G-wagon is So Fly
Number one don't tangle and twist it
When it come to these cars I am that nigga
The *cuh-ck-cuh-cuh* Coogi with the matchin interior
Three wheel ride with the tire in the middle
It's Fresh and Stunner and we like brothas
We shine like paint daddy - it's our Summer

Gator boots with the pimped out Gucci suits
Ain't got no job, but I stay sharp
Can't pay my rent, cause all my money's spent
But that's okay, cause I'm Still Fly

Got a quarter tank of gas - in my new E class
But that's alright, cause I'm gon' ride
Got everythang - in my momma name
But I'm Hood Rich - dadah-dadah da-dah da-dah da-dah

Have you ever seen a crocodile seats in the truck
Turn around sit it down and let 'em bite your butt
See the steeling is Fendi, dashboard Armani
With your baby momma - player, is where you can find me?
Cruisin through the parking lot on twenty fours
(Coming Through The Hood On 'Em Twenty Fo's)
Cadillac Esclade with the chromed out nose
With an navigation arrow headed straight to your spot
Where your wife really love me cause the sex is so hot
Put the Caddy up, start the three wheel Benz (Skiiiiiirt!)
Hyper white lights, ultra Violet lens
Suma-tuma tires and they gotta be run flat
TV with a horn goin (UH UHHH) "Boy can you top that?"
I'ma show you some shit - rookie press that button
The trunk went (Ehh-Ehh) and all of a sudden
Four fifteen's - didn't see no wires
And then I heard (Boom!) from the amplifiers

Gator boots with the pimped out Gucci suits
Ain't got no job, but I stay sharp
Can't pay my rent, cause all my money's spent
But that's okay, cause I'm Still Fly

Got a quarter tank of gas - in my new E class
But that's alright, cause I'm gon' ride
Got everythang - in my momma name
But I'm Hood Rich - dadah-dadah da-dah da-dah da-dah

(ay, ay, ay, ay)
Lemme slide in the Benz (Shit!) with the fished out fins
Prowler an loud pipes - Drinkin the Henn'
It's the Birdie-Birdie Man - I'll do it again
In a Cadillac Trucks twenty fo's with tints

Looking at my Gucci - it's about that time
Six bad broads flying in that nine
New Suburban Truck with the porno showing
Up and down {*orgasm*} and up they go and..

Bodies on the Roadster - Lexus you know what?
That hard-top beamer (ay, ay) yo Ma', that's your truck
I come in up the hood and Lovely
New shoes on the whip and I wake up to Bubbly (Bubbly)

Four-thirty Lex with the convertable top
And the rims keeps spinning everytime I stop
Got a superman Benz that I scored from Shaq
With a ol' school Caddy with a "diamond in the back"

(Mannie Fresh)
My phone went ring bout a quarter to four
Its Kevin's old bitch sayin open the door
She said Tracey told Lisa that you put it on her
And Lisa told Gwynn that you wanted to bone her
See the pussy is incredible the mouth is a fool
I brought a friend, you know Gwynn can you make her say ohhhhhh
If ya fuck me, Baby, Stone, Mikkey, and Lac
Freckle Face Bobby, me again, then Jack
I need it twice I'm nothin' nice when I'm slangin the dick
And I like it when you dikin with the whole damn clique
This is a day in the life of a Big Tymer yall
Get the money, get the bitches, get the weed lets ball
Next time you chillin just kissin ya chick
That funny taste in her mouth might be my dick
To the bitches in the hood this is where ya find a
Dick slangin, pickle hangin anaconda

Ssssssssss
Ohhhhhh ohhhhhh
Hot hot
Ohhhhhh ohhhh

(Baby)
I slap hoes, Mack ride on O's
I done gon '82 slant back el do's
I'm a dawg about my money, G about this game
I love pretty women and I do the damn thang
I shine like penitentiary floors
But not just me homie its every nigga I know
It's a 808 nigga, cook and shake nigga
Beats make money and Mannie Fresh made this cake nigga
Suga Slim let these leeches off my neck
Sayen Stunna slow down and hold your best
You gave yo best shot and you still gon' lose
While we ride new whips on 22's
You a pussy mutha fucker shoulda been cutting y'all lose
I knew it wasn't in ya, I knew you wasn't true
I'm a G from the heart got it tattoed on my brain

Wont back up on ya stunnin'?
Aint neva gon change

Ohhhh ohhhhh
Hot hot
Ohhhh ohhhh

(Mannie Fresh)
Bitch I took your Regal without the desert eagle
Yall don't want beef with me and my people
How could y'all say y'all was hot niggas
Frozen cup, orange duck, fake ass figgas
Together we stand so I got a new crew
If y'all feel fuck me then fuck y'all to
Yall got guns, we got missiles
Clear whole blocks burn niggas to gristles

(Baby)
I'm Stunna ak you know who I am
The Birdman 3-peat with my dick in my hands
I ride big whips, tired of talken bout this shit
I watched jive niggas turn ta snitch
Runnin' round talken CMB eat a dick
If it wasn't for me y'all niggas wouldn't be shit
I'm a gangsta nigga I stand my own ground
Mutha fucka I run Uptown

Ohhhhhhh ohhhhhh
Hot hot
Hot hot
Hot hot

We drop it like its hot
I put my ice on it
I put my life on it
I put my wife on it
We drop it like its hot
I put the 3rd on it
I put my word on it
Bet 100 birds on it
We drop it like its hot
Hood rat put a fur on it
2 double X 2 with the purr on it
We drop it like its hot
We Big Tymers we spit game
Nigga we aint rhymers
We drop it like its hot
We drop it like its hot
I put my ice on it
I put my life on it
I put my wife on it
We drop it like its hot
I put the 3rd on it
I put my word on it
Bet 100 birds on it
We drop it like its hot

[Mannie Fresh] Ladies and gentlemen! I was 18, and she was 25 And I was kinda fast for my age It was the, first time, drinkin cheap wine And then she took her place on the stage The club, went, crazy (girl you doin it) The way she shake that ass sho' amaze me Ladies and gentlemen! [Trina] C'mon, I make my body drop, then I pussy pop I got it nice and hot, that's what I'm talkin 'bout I'm in that red zone, I got that head gone You should see me in that thong th-th-thong thong I make this ass bounce, and these titties right And make my thighs tremble, cause that's what niggaz like I got this thing alright, you better ask somebody And if he ask about me, he better pack his wallet See I'm a guy pleaser, slash don diva Slip-N-Slide off the side yeah that's Trina Take it to the bar, give me Grey Goose Let me get it started, it's time to tear it loose Catch a wall, back it up, oh excuse me! You bitches better make a way for this booty See I'm a cutie, yours truly Get out the way of this motherfuckin cooly [Mannie Fresh] The DJ cued the record and the record went BOOM Make a circle, give the lady some room Shorty make her body rock, followed with the pussy pop And everybody give her they money The club, went, crazy (cooly's a bad mamma jamma) The way she shake that ass sho' amaze me Ladies and gentlemen! [Trina] A bad bitch in the club and she's so astoundin I'm the star in this bitch cause they show around me I'm the bitch who been crowned as Miss Miami Every nigga in the club wanna get in my panties But, if he payin it I'm layin him And if the nigga still standin I consider him the man then He wanna cram it and jam it Put the pickle in the middle muh'fucker not the fanny That access has not been granted It's the way that I strut, make a nigga wanna fuck and It's the lust make a nigga wanna touch And I'm not just a ho or a slut, I'm a plus so Where you ducks at? Where yo' bucks at? If he ain't up in that, get the fuck back See I done struck back just like lightning Every nigga in this bitch wanna pipe me [Mannie Fresh] The man say last, go and get your alcohol Then we dancin way in the back Now everybody got to know, me and her 'bout to go take it to the Cadillac The club, went, crazy (congratulations, you got her) The way she shake that ass sho' amaze me Ladies and gentlemen! [Trina] Now he, breakin it off, and takin it off And he, makin me wet, I'm makin it hard And I'm, drivin his 'llac and swipin his card And I'm, signin his checks while givin him sex, and It's the body that they dyin to get It's amazin how these niggaz be cryin for this And, it's so crazy that they lyin for this But, but you gotta get in line you dick Now, that's the shit make these niggaz wanna holla Look like a model, shaped like a Coke bottle Break his bank down to his last gold dollar I make the flo' wobble damn near a whole hour Pussy real good, when it's from the hood But you gotta pay, and it's understood If I'ma give it up, you gon' give it out Cause I love makin niggaz go down South Aiyyo Mannie, fucks wit'chu? You crazy for this one [Mannie Fresh] You is a bad mamma jamma The club, went, crazy (girl you doin it!) The way she shake that ass sho' amaze me Ladies and gentlemen!

(*talking*)
I say General, ladies and bad ass out of control babies
It's the return, of the bad ass perm pimp ya heard
Ya boy Fr-Fre-Fre-Fresh, Fre-Fre-Fre-Fre-Fresh
Fr-Fre-Fre-Fr-Fre-Fresh, ay

[Bun B]
Bitch it's the king of the trill, I'm top of the line
My paint is on drip, my rims is on shine
My butter seats reclined, cherry oak is grip
With swisha sweets to blow, and purple rain to sip
Now straight up off the rip, I'm letting boys know
I've never been a bitch, don't plan to be a hoe
So if you got some plex, you better keep it low
I bring it to your chest, soon as you hit the do'
You know me as a pro, respect me as a vet
I put it down befo', you ain't seen nothing yet
My candy still glossy, my 4's still flossy
My rocks real icey, I'm looking kinda bossy
And feeling real saucy, it's time to get it crunk
Now watch me pop it fly, just like I'm popping trunk
The leader of the pack, the star of the show
When Bun is in the building, you already know

[Hook: Mannie Fresh]
I'm fresh (I'm fresh), brand new (brand new)
Everytime, that I come through
Hoe look at my wrist (my wrist), my neck (my neck)
I just bust me a fat ass check, hoe
I'm the man (I'm the man), he's a whimp (he's a whimp)
If you wanna get ahead, get a pimp
Dope boy shoes, big rings
And only bad bitches say my name, hoe

[Bun B]
Bitch you wanna roll with a pimp, then have it on your mind
It's all about this bread, so you gon have to grind
I gotta stay on shine, so you know what that means
You gotta hit that track, and bring me back that green
Cause daddy need his ice, and daddy need his chain
We gotta keep it G, so rec' him as the game
A hoe need a pimp, a pimp need a hoe
And tricks need us both, so let's go get that do'
In case you didn't know, I haven't been told
But pussy on the corner, and it's as good as sold
It's tricks on the prowl, so stay out on that stroll
Cause I'ma sell your cot, and you gon sell your soul
My pimping way too cold, but it's gon keep me warm
With minks up on my back, and rocks up in my charm
So bitch ring the alarm, and tell 'em I've arrived
The greatest ever born, that's dead or alive

[Hook]

[Bun B]
Bitch you know that Rap-A-Lot's the click, and UGK's the fam
It's middle fingers up, cause we don't give a damn
Them Caddy do's slam, that top gon drop
Them 4's gon tip, them blades gon chop
Them deuces get chunked, them screens gon fall
It's Southside holding, so we gon ball
And slabs gon crawl, them 3's gon swang
That woman gon shine, that trunk go bang
And underground king, from P.A.T
I miss my dog, so free Pimp C
And I'ma hold it down, and rep for my team
To keep us on the map, so he can get that green
I work the triple beam, electronic scale
Even a baby bottle, whatever get that mail
So Mannie please tell em, the motherfucking real
Why Bun coulda be, so motherfucking trill

[Hook - 2x]

[Intro - Mannie Fresh (Chamillionaire)]
Ladies and gentlemen (ah-ah-ah-ah-ah)
The most beautiful girl in the world pagan (ah-ah-ah-ah-ah)
Brought to you by (Yeah) (ah-ah-ah-ah-ah)
Frankie J (Yeah) (ah-ah-ah-ah-ah)
(Chamillionaire) and Mannie F-f-f-f-fresh
(Hold up, let`s go)

[Chamillionaire]
My swagger`s like a dagger
I want it, I can have her
I pop off and I grab her like abracadabra
Body`s picture perfect like she`s shaking it for my camera
She introduce Frankie while he moving forward and catch her

[Frankie J]
Everybody knows when I step in the club (club)
Girls see me and they wanna show me love (love)
I got my chain on, with my shades on
Rocking designer shoes and a sold a million
So many girls, but there`s one that caught my eye (eye)
Pretty lady so fine she blew my mind
Oh why
`Cause she`s the one for me

[Chorus - Frankie J, Mannie Fresh]
I`ve been around the world
And seen so many girls
But none can compare
`Cause I can`t keep my eyes of that girl
She got a bill and a face like a supermodel
And a body built just like a coke bottle
But none can compare
`Cause I can`t keep my eyes of that girl
Shake it [6X] Snap
Shake it [5X] bring it back
But none can compare
`Cause I can`t keep my eyes of that girl

[Frankie J:]
I think she knows that I try to get at her
Imma go ahead and try to put in words
What`s your name, what`s your number, can I hit you up?
If you digging what I`m saying
Let me know what`s up
So baby let me know if I can take you home (take you home)
I just wanna be somewhere where we`re alone, alone
`Cause you`re the one for me

[Chorus - Frankie J, Mannie Fresh:]
I`ve been around the world (around the world)
And seen so many girls (so many girls)
But none can compare
`Cause I can`t keep my eyes of that girl
She got a bill and a face like a supermodel
And a body built just like a coke bottle
But none can compare
`Cause I can`t keep my eyes of that girl (none can compare, she`s that girl)
Shake it [6X] Snap
Shake it [5X] bring it back
But none can compare
`Cause I can`t keep my eyes of that girl

[Mannie Fresh says "Snap" in background]
Welcome to Miami
I`ve seen so many mammies
Of these girls I`ve seen
But none compare to you baby
I`ve been around the world and back
And never seen a girl like that
Now it`s clear to me that you`re that girl for me

[Chamillionaire:]
And then she looks at me
And then she says "if I ever had breakfast in bed"
Then I say "I`d rather have breakfast in Brazil in Stan"
Then she says "Stop playing, why you`re messing with my hair?"
Then I say "I`m not playing, I got a jet and we can check it"

So how you`re tryna find any chance of battery
Keep gone, she know she`ll be sweating, loosing calories
You can be the best "B" I bet you couldn`t handle me
With money on the bed and I can prove it on my salary

[Chorus - Frankie J, Mannie Fresh:]
She got a bill and a face like a supermodel
And a body built just like a coke bottle
But none can compare
`Cause I can`t keep my eyes of that girl
Shake it [6X] Snap
Come on, come on, come on, come on baby
Shake it [5X] bring it back
Come on, come on, come on, come on you`re so sexy
But none can compare
`Cause I can`t keep my eyes of that girl
Shake it [6X] Snap
The way your body moves
Shake it [5X] bring it back
I love your sexy attitude
But none can compare
`Cause I can`t keep my eyes of that girl

[Scratch]
That girl
[Scratch]
That girl
Shorty you`re some exiting to look at

(Mannie Fresh)
"True Story.. Fa shoooe-zy."

(Mannie Fresh (Verse 1))
Who rock *shit* that you never seen befo'?
The Jordans go to me, then Mike, then the sto'.
Two-way beepers.. with built in speakers.
Three inch woofers.. one inch tweeters.
The one and only.. Mac-like-roni,
Shive-like-Rob, *bitch* and Pretty-like-Tony,
Trucks.. big leather rotatin' beds.
((MEOWW!)) Siberian tiger spreads.
They call me "Emmit" cause I only ride twenty two's,
Emmit Smith, number "22".. Get it dude?
Smoke so much, body smell like... weed.
If I got cut Cristal is what I'd bleed.
Got money? Then *bitch* come early.
Got a Benz, come out in 2030.
Cartier frames that make me look nerdy...
Now who's the baller now WHARDIE???

(Lac (Chorus 2x))
Go-on hate me.. You can't break me.
Used'to ride new *shit*, but not none lately.
Wha'sup *nigga?* Still ride old schools?
'84 Cutlass with the European lights fool.

(Baby (Verse 2))
Give me a "dove", and watch how I flip the *bitch*..
One, two, three, four, five slick.
Uno.. dos'e... Bentley's and Rover's,
Jag's, Hummer's, Rag's... it's over!
Put the kit up, *nigga*, let's break it down.
Hit the curb, bust the tires, I'm *fucked* up now.
Whip my wheel.. twenty inches.
Catch my thrills.. I been pimpin.
Look, I ice my life.. *Fuck* what's right!
Twenty on the four-wheel.. fit it tight.
Do..nuts...in a truck.
Corvette lights.. on a pickup.
Baby girl on the bus.... jump off!
Step on Ealton and Cleave.... break off!
Bentleys on Gold D's...
*Niggas* say I'm trippin' but ya'll *niggas* gon' let me be me.
Whodi! Let me live this life..
Whodi! I done earned my stripes..
I'm Gold'ie! I'm a pimp for life..
I'm Platinum! Let me shoot the dice..

(Lac (Chorus 2x))

(Stone (Verse 3)) Look...
I push a kitted, tinted Lex. Steering wheel on the right.
Bubble-eye, eggshell, with the extra pipes.
Rich *nigga*, I got money to buy extra life.
Now I'm mind'ed to be in hell to try to make me trife.
So it's my life to live with three strikes on me?
With a .4-5 in my six to keep the lights off me.
Like I'm a seven-figure *nigga* draped ice, homie.
And for eight or nine years, Ten been the price for a key..

(Verse Four: Lac)
I got some *shit*.. Why not stunt?
This is much bigger then broke *niggas* with gold fronts,
Big rocks in my watch like 'Montz..
Got quarters on my trucks, and a hatch full'uh Punch.
Got a Bentley and a Jag, *nigga*...
With some twenty-inch Mag, *nigga*...
License plate say "Bad *Nigga*"..
Got a new bike, chromed and stretched.
Got a 50 for my son that I love to death...

(Lac (Chorus 4x))

(*talking*)
I say General, ladies and bad ass out of control babies
It's the return, of the bad ass perm pimp ya heard
Ya boy Fr-Fre-Fre-Fresh, Fre-Fre-Fre-Fre-Fresh
Fr-Fre-Fre-Fr-Fre-Fresh, ay

[Bun B]
Bitch it's the king of the trill, I'm top of the line
My paint is on drip, my rims is on shine
My butter seats reclined, cherry oak is grip
With swisha sweets to blow, and purple rain to sip
Now straight up off the rip, I'm letting boys know
I've never been a bitch, don't plan to be a hoe
So if you got some plex, you better keep it low
I bring it to your chest, soon as you hit the do'
You know me as a pro, respect me as a vet
I put it down befo', you ain't seen nothing yet
My candy still glossy, my 4's still flossy
My rocks real icey, I'm looking kinda bossy
And feeling real saucy, it's time to get it crunk
Now watch me pop it fly, just like I'm popping trunk
The leader of the pack, the star of the show
When Bun is in the building, you already know

[Hook: Mannie Fresh]
I'm fresh (I'm fresh), brand new (brand new)
Everytime, that I come through
Hoe look at my wrist (my wrist), my neck (my neck)
I just bust me a fat ass check, hoe
I'm the man (I'm the man), he's a whimp (he's a whimp)
If you wanna get ahead, get a pimp
Dope boy shoes, big rings
And only bad bitches say my name, hoe

[Bun B]
Bitch you wanna roll with a pimp, then have it on your mind
It's all about this bread, so you gon have to grind
I gotta stay on shine, so you know what that means
You gotta hit that track, and bring me back that green
Cause daddy need his ice, and daddy need his chain
We gotta keep it G, so rec' him as the game
A hoe need a pimp, a pimp need a hoe
And tricks need us both, so let's go get that do'
In case you didn't know, I haven't been told
But pussy on the corner, and it's as good as sold
It's tricks on the prowl, so stay out on that stroll
Cause I'ma sell your cot, and you gon sell your soul
My pimping way too cold, but it's gon keep me warm
With minks up on my back, and rocks up in my charm
So bitch ring the alarm, and tell 'em I've arrived
The greatest ever born, that's dead or alive

[Hook]

[Bun B]
Bitch you know that Rap-A-Lot's the click, and UGK's the fam
It's middle fingers up, cause we don't give a damn
Them Caddy do's slam, that top gon drop
Them 4's gon tip, them blades gon chop
Them deuces get chunked, them screens gon fall
It's Southside holding, so we gon ball
And slabs gon crawl, them 3's gon swang
That woman gon shine, that trunk go bang
And underground king, from P.A.T
I miss my dog, so free Pimp C
And I'ma hold it down, and rep for my team
To keep us on the map, so he can get that green
I work the triple beam, electronic scale
Even a baby bottle, whatever get that mail
So Mannie please tell em, the motherfucking real
Why Bun coulda be, so motherfucking trill

[Hook - 2x]

[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

(Manny Fresh)
Yeah, mmm hmmm
This one goes out to all the pretty young ladies out there
in pretty young lady land mmm hmmm see what I'm sayin
I want you to just peep over your shoulders hunny... ya see

(Manny Fresh)
Now lets get it understood (Oh Yeah)
That I'm treat her real good (Oh Yeah)
And I'm a love her all my life (Oh Yeah)
And keep her flooded with ice (Oh Yeah)
Now just take my hand (Oh Yeah)
You'se my woman I'm your man (Oh Yeah)
Now you the one that I done chose (Oh Yeah)
And I don't love them other hoes (Oh Yeah)
Now make them niggas understand (Oh Yeah)
You already got a man (Oh Yeah)
You need a player that's strong (Oh Yeah)
And that'll never do you wrong (Oh Yeah)
And if them boys try to touch (Oh Yeah)
You should kick them in the nuts (Oh Yeah)
Cause them tittys just right (Oh Yeah)
Make a player wanna bite (Oh Yeah)
Cause I'm your one and only lover (Oh Yeah)
And we don' have to use a rubber (Oh Yeah)
Now look what we done did (Oh yeah)
Messed around and had some kids (Oh Yeah)

(Chorus)
DADDIE...You make me feel like a star
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah
DADDIE... Can I get the keys to the car?
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah
You rollin' with me, I'm rollin with you
DADDIE it's what ever you wanna do
You rollin' with me, I'm rollin with you
DADDIE it's what ever you wanna do
You rollin' with me, I'm rollin with you
DADDIE it's what ever you wanna do
You rollin' with me, I'm rollin with you
DADDIE it's what ever you wanna do

(Baby)
(Ey, Ey, Ey)
I got swine on the seats (Oh Yeah)
24's on the fleet (Oh Yeah) (Lil Ones)
Lets thump in my ride (Oh Yeah)
And mommy stay fly (Oh Yeah)
Boy I'm the neighborhood king (Oh Yeah)
Y'all know it I'm the car show king (Oh Yeah)
I mean I say ya love my style (Oh Yeah)
I throw partys buck wild (Oh Yeah)
Daddy I'm the number 1 stunna (Oh Yeah)
And I shine every summa (Oh Yeah)
Boy know I have to change my paint (Oh Yeah)
Cuz that stock shit stank (Oh Yeah)
Ey,Ey, Re-do the inside (Oh Yeah)
25 inch rims an' tires (Oh Yeah)
I keep them strapped and shy (Oh Yeah)
New Benz cause mommy so fly (Oh Yeah)

(Chorus)
DADDIE...You make me feel like a star
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah
DADDIE... Can I get the keys to the car?
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah
You rollin' with me, I'm rollin with you
DADDIE it's what ever you wanna do
You rollin' with me, I'm rollin with you
DADDIE it's what ever you wanna do
You rollin' with me, I'm rollin with you
(Big Tymers, Boo and Gotti alright?)
DADDIE it's what ever you wanna do
You rollin' with me, I'm rollin with you (hello, shy-town)
DADDIE it's what ever you wanna do

(Gotti)
Dude if it's blue it get copped (Oh Yeah)
From the drops to the watch to the rocks (Oh Yeah)
Whoa that glock gettin hot (Oh Yeah)
Got dough so I'm coppin that yaht (Oh Yeah)
Now I'm frozen like and ice box (Oh Yeah)
Brotha Jacks and the Jordan, Mike hot (Oh Yeah)
And I'm still street my pop (Oh Yeah)
If I'm ever in a tight spot (Oh Yeah)

(Boo)
Yeah I'm rollin with the flyers (Oh Yeah)
Just back seat ridin' (Oh Yeah)
You know biggie d drivin' (Oh Yeah)
Wit two freaks inside it (Oh Yeah)
So we with the Big Tymers (Oh Yeah)
You betta' warn your baby momma'(Oh Yeah)
Cause Boo and Gotti causin' problems (Oh Yeah)
So Just back up off us (Oh Yeah)
(Chorus until fade)

Whassup Fresh? It's our turn, baby


Gator boots with the pimped out Gucci suits
(With the Gucci suits)
Ain't got no job but I stay suave
(Ehh, ehh, ehh, ehh, I stay suave)


Can't pay my rent 'cuz all my money's spent
(I can't pay my rent)
But that's okay 'cuz I'm Still Fly
(Uh, uh, damn, 'cuz I'm so fly)


Got a quarter tank of gas in my new E class
(In my E-Class Benz)
But that's alright 'cuz I'm gon' ride
(Mmm, hmm)


Got everythang in my momma name
(We got everythang in my momma name)
But I'm Hood Rich, dadah, dadah, da-dah, da-dah, da-dah
(Uh, huh)


Get your K, uh, K, uh, car, play gems gone shine
And tell momma get a mink, baby girl let's ride
(Let's ride)
You a number one stunna and we gon' glide
And go straight to the mall and tear down the inside
Do that Prada, Gucci, full length leather
Bourbon's cool or Coogi sweater
(Sweater)
Twenty-inches pop my feather


The Birdman daddy I fly in any weather
Alligator seats with the head in the inside
Swine on the dash, G-wagon is So Fly
Number one don't tangle and twist it
When it come to these cars I am that nigga
The K, uh, K, uh, Coogi with the matchin' interior
Three wheel ride with the tire in the middle
It's Fresh and Stunna and we like brothers
We shine like paint daddy, it's our summer


Gator boots with the pimped out Gucci suits
Ain't got no job but I stay sharp
Can't pay my rent 'cuz all my money's spent
But that's okay 'cuz I'm Still Fly


Got a quarter tank of gas in my new E class
But that's alright 'cuz I'm gon' ride
Got everythang in my momma name
But I'm Hood Rich, dadah, dadah, da-dah, da-dah, da-dah


Have you ever seen a crocodile seats in the truck
Turn around, sit it down and let 'em bite your butt
See the steering wheel is Fendi, dashboard Armani
With your baby momma, player, is where you can find me?
Cruisin' through the parking lot on twenty fours
(Coming through the hood on 'em twenty fo's)
Cadillac Escalade with the chromed out nose


With an navigation arrow headed straight to your spot
Where your wife really love me 'cuz the sex is so hot
Put the Caddy up, start the three wheel Benz
(Skirt)
Hyper white lights, ultra-violet lens
Suma-tuma tires and they gotta be run flat
TV where the horn go, "Boy can you top that?"
(Uh, uhh)


I'ma show you some shit, rookie press that button
The trunk went and all of a sudden
(Ehh, ehh)
Four fifteen's didn't see no wires
And then I heard from the amplifiers
(Boom)


Gator boots with the pimped out Gucci suits
Ain't got no job but I stay sharp
Can't pay my rent 'cuz all my money's spent
But that's okay 'cuz I'm Still Fly


Got a quarter tank of gas in my new E class
But that's alright 'cuz I'm gon' ride
Got everythang in my momma name
But I'm Hood Rich, dadah, dadah, da-dah, da-dah, da-dah


(Ay, ay, ay, ay)
Lemme slide in the Benz with the fished out fins
(Shit)
Impala loud pipes drinkin the Henn'
It's the Birdie-Birdie Man, I'll do it again
In a Cadillac truck 24's with 10's


Looking at my Gucci, it's about that time
Six bad broads flying in at nine
New Suburban Truck with the porno showing
Up and down and up they go and


Bodies on the Roadster, Lexus you know what?
That hard-top beamer, yo Ma', that's your truck
(Ay, ay)
I'm comin' up, the hood been lovely
New shoes on the whip and I wake up to bubbly
(Bubbly)


Four-thirty Lex with the convertable top
And the rims keeps spinning every time I stop
Got a superman Benz that I scored from Shaq
With a ol' school Caddy with a "Diamond in the back"


Gator boots with the pimped out Gucci suits
Ain't got no job but I stay sharp
Can't pay my rent 'cuz all my money's spent
But that's okay 'cuz I'm Still Fly


Got a quarter tank of gas in my new E class
But that's alright 'cuz I'm gon' ride
Got everythang in my momma name
But I'm Hood Rich, dadah, dadah, da-dah, da-dah, da-dah


The number one stunna pimp
Mannie fresh

(Chorus: T.Q.)
Just like a sunny day, I'm gon' shine
You betta cover yo face, or you'll be blind
Oh big shiny blades, that's how I ride
Just like a sunny day, watch me shine

(Baby)
Hey, eh, uhn-uhn-ah, uhn-uhn-ah hold on, ro, huh
You see them chrome on dem whodi?
Oooh-wee, bad mother fucker, chrome pipes, and chromed out mufflers
Paint my cars, and dip these rods
Re-do the inside, cuz stunna gon' ball
Shine my teets, when I hit these streets
Call hot boy Elvin, to slide me a piece
Slipped it girl, fed her some gas
I buh-a burn, I buh-a, buh-a burn ya ass
Brawlers, bars, and marble's garage
Minks on the floor, with them platinum toys
Its 500 degrees, its hot as fuck (uh uh-a, uh uh-a)
Believe me boy, my shit iced up
I stay one way, I play every day
Its February 15th, stunna holiday

(Mannie Fresh)
Now if you believe, like I believe
We can get to the mountain top
We can achieve what Martin was talkin bout
Whats all the barkin bout?
I'm a man playa, on my two feet, thats how I'm walking out
Alot of these chumps niggas say I just bling too much
But alot of yall ain't doing nothing, y'all just dream too much
And all of y'all niggas ain't coming up to nuttin but a big ole zero
And in case you didn't know nigga, I'm the hood hero

(Chorus)

(Gotti)
Its like a sunny day, plus I'm getting money today
With no funny play, cuz I got the gun at my waist
And like stunna say, feeling like a hunter today
Million, mommy fine, but she got bumps in her face
But it ain't nothing but a G thang baby
So I'ma hit it in the back of my Mercedes
We on dubs, its all love, this shit crazy
And Cash Money is the label that made me

(Mikkey - overlapping last verse)
Mikkey take em church, its on you what you take from this verse
We like a cedar, we just straight from the dirt
So its in us, we stuck, like its in us to
cock..that..thang..back..and dump
Please, you don't want it wit us
Now they say money makes the world go round
But for the right price,
Stunna said yo girl done with the opposite of up
More than music this is rap hustlin
This is money mackin and publishin
Death before struggling, thats shine daddy

(Chorus)

(Intro)
Man: Ladies and gentlemen, see its like Hello, Hello, Hello
Woman: Hello Hello
Man: See baby Hello, Hello, Hello
Woman: Hello, Hello

(Verse 1)
Man: Now I been trying to fuck with you since 7th grade
Woman: But I didn't want to fuck with you, cause you wasn't paid
Man: By the time I got to tenth grade baby I was pushing dimes
Woman: And who would ever think you would get paid off for saying rhymes
Man: Now I fucked you and your sister too
Woman: My auntie and my cousin Boo
Man: But I think I should let you go
Woman: Tell me, why you don't love me no more

(Conversation between man and woman. Arguing)

(Verse 2)
Woman: You got a lot money now you think your shit don't smell
Man: But you wouldn't accept my calls when I went to jail
Woman: Now I been waiting for you everyday
Man: But I here messy shit from niggas around the way
Woman: Now I kept the pussy on lock till u got out
Man: But what about the freaky shit that you done with your mouth
Woman: nigga I hate your guts, boy you ain't shit
Man: well I feel the same way about you stankass scandless bitch

(Conversation between man and woman arguing)

(I'M COMIN')
LIKE A RELIC IN A PICK UP TRUCK
(BASS HUMMIN')
15'S IN THE AH
(STILL RUNNIN')
LIKE A ENERGIZER BUNNY BRU
(HOOD PLUMMIN')
LAY A BIG DICK DOWN TO HU
(YO WOMAN)
SKRIPPER COMIN' DOWN ON THA POLE
(SHOW SOMETHIN')
BIG TIDDIES AND THE ASSHOLE
(DRUMS DRUMMIN')
OUT THE ESCALADE ON 24'S....YEA, OH-OH


(1ST VERSE)
SHE GOT IT GOES NUMBER ONE FLICKER NIGGA BACK ON IT
2003 CADI WITH THAT BURBURY RAG ON IT
IT'S MINK ON THE FLOOR THE SEATS IS OSTRICH
WHAT ELSE CAN I SAY FAMILY WE SOME MONSTERS
IT'S CASH MONEY YOU KNOW WE THE BOSS OF THIS HOOD SHIT,FLOSSIN THIS HOOD
BITCH,SHOTS IN THIS HOOD QUICK
IT'S BIG TIMIN' MAN PUT THEM LIL RIDES UP
WE 600 RIPPERS PUT THEM LIL 5'S UP
(2ND VERSE)
IT'S CASH MONEY WE AINT DUCKIN AND DODGIN,WE BUSTIN AND RIDIN
CADI TRUCK AND THEM PROWLER
WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU HOLLERIN
BENZ LACS AND BEAMERS
WITH DIME BITCHES WITH ASS AS FAT AS TRINA'S...WHOA
I GOT MY FOUR TUCKED
ME I'M OUT FOR MORE BUCKS

chorus

oh when oh when oh when are u gonna gimme some
hey ma hey ma hey ma when are u gonna stop actin dumb

oh when oh when oh when are u gonna gimme some
hey ma hey ma hey ma when are u gonna stop actin dumb

u told me that we was goin to the tele
and i told u when i pull up be ready
now u said u can't find noone to watch your kids
but i think u just scared cuz u don't want me to hit

are u gonna gimme some

(Barewolf)

whats wrong what happened, u told me it was crackin
i got my profalatics, and why u trippen on me
i'm tired of playin games, its been a couple of weeks
hey ma i'm feelin u, u said u feelin me
i just can't understand why we can't get our love on
girl i won't hit and quit i won't treat u wrong
lets go to the mo tonight and lets sip a little mo tonight
girl don't say no tonight u need to gimme some

(Manny)

Its 2002, what u gon do
ya high in the air so let lil daddy come thru
i been hangin wit cha shorty fo 1 whole week
i'm tryin to pressure ya its time to freak
now i been holdin it and u been holdin out
so won't u be a nice girl and put it in your mouf
what thangs done changed why u actin strange
u lettin that other nigga get in your brains
life is like a movie baby stick to the script
i'm dirt dickle and its time to hit
I ain't tryin take ya man place, he's alright
I'm just tryin ta stick ya baby just one night
what i gotta buy somethin just fo ya to try somethin
yea i let cha get somethin just to let me hit somethin
Now i know you alone when he don't come home
pick up the phone now i give you da bone
put the kids asleep then we can creep
I been waitin to see ya naked baby on whole week
time fo you to give it up let a nigga hit it up
take it off and spit it up swallow don't spit it up

(chorus)

(baby)

Now i been fucking wit u fo far too long
and if i don't hit tonight i know somthins wrong
you been duggin fo diamonds runnin scared
like you committed a crime and i'm the bail
you a poor motha fucka over da phone
but a scary motha fucka when its time to get it on
you be sayin freaky shit really turnin me on
like you slob or spit al over the dick
and you be braggin about hoe them nigga is formed
but the words thats out i'm seriously home
right now i'm ready cuz i'm full of that juice
i'm ready to get in the bed and knock somethin lose
and after that the balls in your court
we can leave it alone or we can go back and forth
but first thangs first i'ma admit
I'm tear yo ass up when you let me hit

[Baby]
You know
Do it big nigga
If you don't do nothing do it big, fuck it
Ain't like your stupid ass gonna live twice
Ball like a dawg, nigga fuck it
If you doin it small do it big, know what I'm sayin'
Hey Fresh, what's happenin' with you partna

[Manny Fresh]
Big stars, Big cars
Big shows, Big hoes, Big drawers
Big drama with baby mamma
Get her wheels, pay her bills, Big Tymer
Big titties, Big cities
Dike bitches that love eatin' kitties

[Baby]
Big whips with Big clips
Big everything round here, Big dicks
Real niggas, Big niggas
Fuck with us, man, we kill niggas
Big rocks, cooking pots
Crack in a oven, hustlin, don't stop

[Manny Fresh]
Big screens, we feens
Fuck it, buy NFL teams
Big pieces, Big caprices
Fuck cousins and even nieces
Big bank, Big rank
A lot of vodka wit puffers, Big drink

[Baby]
Big pimpin', with no sippin'
Hard on hoes, so bitch keep limpin'
Big trucks, with Big guts
Chromed pipes, we carry Big nuts
Big shows, car shows
I'll be there in the winter, fo sho

[Manny Fresh]
Big seats, Big trucks
Gotta have space for Big nuts
Big love, on dubs
My shit will bang in clubs
Big gut, so what
(she ain't a dime bitch)
I don't really give a fuck

[Baby]
This is for all my niggas
We gon' ride uptown on this one
Big G in a capri
Mac in a clip and sittin' on a C
Big me, Big Seato, Big Elton, Big Tanto
We runnin' streets
Big whop, with Big glocks
Bitch ass fillin' Clarol don't stop

[Manny Fresh]
This week, Big freak
Can't talk cause she gots splash in her teeth
Big rims, Big rubbers
Big dicks, Big chicks, my lovers
Big hot, You're not
WWW.BIGCOCK

[Baby]
Big flakes, with Big capes
Fuck it, fuck a police chase
I'm Big Tymin
Big lines
Number 1 stunna daddy it's my time
Big chips, with no dips
I ain't gonna lie the bitch got Big lips

Yeah, yeah, yeah, ohhhhh
Nah just kidding, ha....ha...ha
Ay! ay ay ay!
Welcome to the side of the world where we just do
What the fuck we want to
And smoke how we wanna smoke
And fly
Up above the sky
Fly with me as I go around the world
Boys and girls, here it is

(Chorus)
Well I'ma smoke (I'm gon' smoke)
Until I choke (until I choke)
And I'ma drank (I'ma shole drank)
Until I can't (until I can't)

See I'ma smoke (yes I'ma smoke)
Until I choke (until I choke)
And I'ma dra-a-ank (I'ma drank)
Until I can't (until I can't) oh oh
Oh ye-heah

(Baby)
Smokin hydro-phonic and I'm high as a kite
Sippin on some crissy on a Saturday night
Mind on my money and my money on my mind and i got
Freaks at the teley ready to, do a nigga all day all night
Drinkin on a bottle of that seriousness
Tell that bitch that you wit to mind her bizz-a-ness
Cause she'll be under the spreads
Givin me head in a Holiday Inn
Under the cover
Drunk as a mutha fucka
Me and her friend
Got the OG goin on til 6 in the morn'
We gon' drink, we gon' smoke, we gon' make us a porn
Now tell the TRUTH, ABSOLUT make ya wanna have SEX
But BaCARDI
Make you NAUGHTY
You don't have to use X
But weed is what you need to get yo mind flowin right
But HENESSEE is ENERGY, we fuckin tonight
And RUM'll make you NUMB
Make your dick stand strong
And CHRONIC is BIONIC, make the sex last long

(Chorus)

(Mannie Fresh)
Now, y'all see, I'm at a point in my life
Where don't shit matter to me but smokin
Ya know?
They don' turned my mutha fuckin lights off
But I got a lighter, and I'm gon' smoke
And if I had 5 mutha fuckin dollas left
And I had to eat or smoke
I'm gon' mutha fuckin' smoke
Ya know?
If, if was a 5th we'd all be drunk mutha fucka

Wooo
See? That's how I get down
I'm gon' smoke til I blow up
Drink til i throw up
And pass out on somebody kitchen flo'
Roll me another fuckin fat one
And go back to the liquor sto'
Goodnight mutha fucka! (Muah!)
Smoke on!!

{Hook}
{Man} Pimpin is a alive, these niggas just jive
{Man} I've been stackin and mackin since '75
{Man} When I come thru in the Benz hoes tell they friends that
{Women}Thats my daddy, daddy
{Man} Pimpin is a alive, these niggas just jive
{Man} I've been stackin and mackin since '75
{Man} When I come thru in the Benz hoes tell they friends that
{Women}Thats my daddy daddy

{Baby}
I don't ride white walls its vogues I'm mashing
But I'm Hood Rich nigga tell ya bitch to ask me
Swang yo' girl in that brand new Caddy
Seville four door slammed back lil' daddy
Throwing bricks in the cut like a nigga give a fuck
I spunt what you niggas spunt when I was coming up
Its the bling bling king worth mils with nuts
Scored that brand new Benz loud pipes 'em up
Got that Avalanche truck alligator in the trunk
Got the snake in the floor of a Bentley HEADS UP
Them white folks coming lil' dady HOLD UP
Shift it up the block before a nigga can pop
I'm a born hustler but a pimp pimp player
2 - G and 2 its Big Tymer year
Doing donuts in the drop top with Cartiers
And I ain't met no nigga with more cars than this player

{Fresh}
You don't wanna get it on
You'll get shitted on or spitted on
Reptile boots and suits thats fitted on
Got the bar up in the car with the dranks so I can sit it on
Peanut butter and wood, its still understood
That Im'a P - I - M - P
The M to the A, double N - I - E
Now put yo' feet up on that mank
Take a pull of the stank
And we can do it how it should be done
I treat a bitch like a hoe, a hoe like a slut
A slut like a nut cuz I really don't give a fuck
Now with a dick up in yo' throat can you still sing a note?
Well if you can say I'm the man with the superfly trim
Woah move away young dude you're ruining my mood
Straight mackin to the stackin money bitches and food
Caddilac Buritz big booties and tits
Got twenty bad bitches with the matching outfits

{Hook}(Chorus)

{Fresh}
I was the man in kindergarden and a pimp in first
A mack in second grade by third it was worse
A made man in the fourth a don in the fifth
Had the teacher sellin ass when I touched the sixth
Seven eight and nine whatever they had was mine
From tenth to twelfth bling bling ya blind
Now I'm the money foldin phone holdin
Two way checkin home wreckin
Rent collectin weenie weckin, big pimpin
Love a lotta women, walk with a limp an'
{Talking}
I'll have the snow crabs a bottle of uh um cristal
Some fettacinni and some um let me see what else
Oh and some shrimp

{Baby}
I'm a bird on crew in that Lexus coupe
I left the roof at home let the rain come thru
Don't cry now ma you know how it go
But since ya hair got wet lets smoke some 'dro
Get it right ma and put that Fresh mink on
Them CMC boots with the platinum thongs
I wear enough ice to sit on the throne
And if a nigga come close Im'a go back home

{Hook}

(Chorus: TQ)
All I ever wanted to do was be da man
Get out the ghetto and feed my whole fam
But the dirty streets in the city won't let me go (let me go, let me go)

All I ever wanted to do was be da man
Get out the ghetto and feed my whole fam
But quarter ki's make G's that's all i know (all i know, all i know)

(Trick Daddy)
A hit of crack frock could get ya fucked up
A ki of coke could get you rich
but too much of this shit can get you stuck up
That's why it's best to deal wit a nigga that you know and chill wit
Case he flip the script, you know where he live at
Plus, the game don' came a long way
Yeah we don' lost a lot of niggas that was speedin down the wrong way
See these days these niggas squeeze triggas quicker than yo boys
Cuz they got guns bigger than yours
Plus ain't not more coppin out
You either ridin or tellin, if you ride then you ride forever
Born the son of a straight killa
Raised by a strong woman, I'll ride for my homies
So, can a nigga get a boooonnnd
Or do another nigga have to come along and raise my daughter......son
Your Honor, answer this question and be honest
If you lock me up for the summer will you support my momma?

(Chorus)

(Baby)
Ay ay, move on over (wooooo)
I sit and took over
2 clips, the AK holder
Brick taped to my bitch
Strapped on her shoulder
Raw grams in the trunk of a jag
Hard ounces stashed in my cadillac dash
It's drought season daddy, we huntin for riches
We fly like birds go divin for fishes
A known deep boy, the #1 Stunna
Got a hundred brick stash in the back of the Hummer
But on my block, a old tymer got shot
I didn't wanna do it but he was holdin my spot
I'm shittin on niggas, grandma got grams
She gave me a revolver, automatics get jammed
I'm *Hood Rich* nigga one feet in the sand
I'm one of a few niggas that beat the man

(Chorus)

(Mannie Fresh)
See, check it out, the dope game is a mother fucker, young man
I bet you yo lil ass ain't even got a gun man
You in the game now you know what you don' done man?
"Yeah, bruh but i gotta feed my son man"
A cutlass supreme, still a young nigga's dream
A solid lil bitch with a whole lot of cream
Well lil one looky here, who you scorin from?
Look, this some shit that'll leave a nigga body numb
Take that, the comeback is incredible
Get caught, then nigga it's federal
By the way, don't say no mother fuckin names
You listenin to me? Don't play no mother fuckin games
You know the rules of this shit
Fuck around and be one dead bitch
It's money and the power
Every second every hour
From sco' to the flo'
Bakin soda to the flour

(Chorus) (til fade)

(Lac (chorus))
Lil mamma you in third, you should be in first
Do your daddy and your mamma know the way that you curse?
Your lying bout' your age and giving up fast
They need to put you back in first you're moving too fast

When you shake it, shake it, shake it - you need to quit
When drop it, drop it, drop it - that ain't the tip
When you twerk it, twerk it, twerk it- that ain't the lick
When you pop it, pop it, pop it- that ain't the shit

(Mannie Fresh)
See the story take place in the back of the club
About this shorty that I know and we gone call her "Young Love"
See lil one like pa, he was the neighbor hood baller
Gucci and Lucci drove a candy and prowler
One more thing I forgot to tell
Young one sixteen bro and she burning like hell
Yo my fault, Pa was 26
Now back to the story bout' the little lost chick
Your man got lil one in the V.I.P.
With his hands in her pants going "You're so sexy"
Your not dumb but your young, you'll believe what your hearing
You gone sex off the X and your homies cheering
What's even sadder you don't even know what you're doing
Hey young world your whole life's ruined
But what you don't know gonna hurt you tonight
You didn't use a rubber and Pa ain't right

(Lac (chorus))
Lil mamma you in third, you should be in first
Do your daddy and your mamma know the way that you curse?
Your lying bout' your age and giving up fast
They need to put you back in first you're moving too fast

When you shake it, shake it, shake it - you need to quit
When drop it, drop it, drop it - that ain't the tip
When you twerk it, twerk it, twerk it- that ain't the lick
When you pop it, pop it, pop it- that ain't the shit

(Baby)
Man chill in Miami lil head in the projects
On the passenger side with Tammy in the drop Lexus
Me and Fresh at the light in S500 on dub deuces
Bumping some old Cash Money
Got 10 round my neck, 20 on my wrist
Million dollar nut, million dollar kiss
Pull up in the Lexus, sipping on Don P
Hold on Fresh let me get back to this story
Her Sheila freak dealers that only drive Benz
Her mamma said "My daughters gonna end up in the pen"
But wodie she'll fuck for ends and clothing
She thought she made more money from tricking and hoing
But when her nigga scored the dope she held the stacks
And when that nigga hit the club they be full of that yak
She a hard headed, with a diamond in her tongue
And a tattoo on her ass saying "come get some"

(Lac (chorus))
Lil mamma you in third, you should be in first
Do your daddy and your mamma know the way that you curse?
Your lying bout' your age and giving up fast
They need to put you back in first you're moving too fast

When you shake it, shake it, shake it - you need to quit
When drop it, drop it, drop it - that ain't the tip
When you twerk it, twerk it, twerk it- that ain't the lick
When you pop it, pop it, pop it- that ain't the shit

(Baby)
Now Stone told me "Stunna, Kisha wasn't right,
After the Hot Boys had her I fucked the same night"
Now Kisha from Miami ran with Lisa and Candy
Met her at Coco's on the hot strip dancing
Now Trick Daddy told me bout' mom's new clique
But my lil partner Damian wanted to raw-dog the bitch
I'm a three stunna blinder, pop X with the chick
I'm full of the white trying to down this bitch

(Mannie Fresh)
Slow it down, hold it up, get back to your class
Act your age lil mamma stop shaking your ass
Big wheels, X pills, whatcha know bout' that?
Got the old nigga name tattooed on your back
Bet your mamma don't know that you're fucking and shit
And ever since yay high you've been getting a dick
But it's your life and it's your biz
Four different baby-daddies, get how you live

(Lac (chorus))
Lil mamma you in third, you should be in first
Do your daddy and your mamma know the way that you curse?
Your lying bout' your age and giving up fast
They need to put you back in first you're moving too fast

When you shake it, shake it, shake it - you need to quit
When drop it, drop it, drop it - that ain't the tip
When you twerk it, twerk it, twerk it- that ain't the lick
When you pop it, pop it, pop it- that ain't the shit

(Hook)
To all my peoples, to all my peoples
To all my peoples, yeeeaaahhh
Together we stand and divided we fall
If niggas get together then we all can ball
Live as one in the project and bump the sound
And eat chicken til the motherfuckin sun come down
We be lickin to the motherfuckin sun go down
Keep stickin to the motherfuckin sun go down
Get dough, and never go down
Never go down, never go down

[Baby] (First line overlaps hook)
Look look look
I say niggas stroke crosses to knock these bosses
We can ball together make money take loses
You know the game you gotta pay these cost-es
You win some lose some nigga regardless
Hang on the corner sell crack with straps
Or we can go to the club like pimps and macks
Or we can unite for stripes or just say fuck it
You get down bad bust raps for life
It don't matter to me daddy, you do what you do
I'd 'ave took pennitentary ?transit? to get this fool
See Im'a flip this money take it to the mall
And open up something and get more money
Like the beauty shop, keeps macs when Im thuggin
Hanging on the block watching for undercovers
Clean a little money, then clean a little money
The rap game ain't for everybody but try something

Hook 2x

[Mannie Fresh] (First line overlaps hook)
See see see, check it out
My people need to get it right
We can either get together or we can straight up fight
We can shake hands or we can go to the gun
Divided we fall or we can live as one
You can fuck wit' it or you can leave it alone
And if you don't want piece bring ya jive ass home
And I heard the fake shit that you said in ya song
And I still love the nigga eventhough he was wrong
See, XXL will let you have the cover
If you say some fake shit about ya brother
Thats a petty-ass, spagetti-ass, fake-ass niggas
You don't know whats going on snake-ass niggas
But I'm.. not.. stoppin for y'all
Four 15's keep it knockin for y'all
If that don't work then nigga move on
Get the fuck good luck and I'm glad that you gone

Hook

Go down, go down, go down

Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah

(Chorus) (2x)
This how we do it, where I'm from
I'm thuggin' in the club, until I see the sun
Shi-ine, on my face, got the gun on my waist
Walkin to my Escalade, tell them niggaz I'm not afraid
To let the ni-ine, sing out, it can ring out

Got one more minute, hold that call
Two drunk players leaning on the wall
Three crazy niggaz screamin, "alcohol"
Four more niggaz claimin' that they ball
Five bartenders and they all want leave
Six ugly bitches with some fucked up weaves
Seven dyked broads and they all look rough
Eight niggaz hollerin', "don't fuck wit us"
Nine bitches runnin' off at the mouth
Ten bitches trying to hear what they talkin' about
Eleven cute shorties in the whole damn club
Twelve wannabe, gonna be, nothin' but scrubs
Thirteen fights, niggaz, bitches and dykes
Fourteen police reading niggaz they rights
Fifteen minutes on interstate-10
At the strip club, we gon' do it again - whoa

(Chorus) (2x)

Comin' through my hood on spinnin' blades
Mami know my name, niggaz know I don't play
Jump out the whip, and we blaze in the shade
Cause I gotta get straight, got an ounce of that haze
Early birds don't play, makin' drops in the spots
We struggle, but we hustle, man we hustle 'round the clock
Goin' to the club, where the bottles gon' pop
We VIP nigga, so them bitches gon' jock
Laid Back on them 23s
Escalade all green, Cadillac lean, who that be nigga? (Hello)
You know that be Baby, he goin' to the club in somethin' updated
Porsche trucks, Infinity graded
Gotta give props to the man that made me
Red Gold, I start it went crazy
Afford to stunt, niggaz, stay in y'all places

(Chorus) (2x)

Pimp, picture me and your misses, lit up like Christmas
I look her in her eyes, and ask her could she kiss this
I do you, but never ever him
He is a wimp, and you is a pimp
Then she goes down, to my brown
One eye, big guy, hear that sound?
Slurp, slurp, take that spit (music stops)
Turn everything off bruh
Check out my outfit (music resumes)

I'm in the club smokin' buds with my thugs
Hoes show me love, and I never been a scrub
I'm walkin' out, thought lil' one had a grudge
She the one he love, so I hit 'em with a dub
(that's nothin' lil' one)
I'm in an Escalade faded, waistline crazy
The yellow-gold stealth, faded
Got the chrome, nigga, plated
Hoes gon' love it, but these busters gon' hate it

(Chorus) (Fade To End)

(R. Kelly - talking (continues behind Chorus))
Roll, cheah, cheah
Roll, cheah, cheah
Roll, cheah, cheah

(Chorus)
You can catch me in the club with a gangsta girl
When I ride, I'm gonna ride with a gangsta girl
When I smoke, I'm gonna smoke with a gangsta girl
When I freak, I'm gonna freak me a gangsta .

(Verse 1 - R. Kelly)
I'm lookin for them gangsta girls,
not them fake ass +Wanksta+ girls
Just them ghetto fabulous girls,
gotta keep 'em in my world
Mama makin gangsta moves,
rollin with this gangsta dudes
Sittin on, spinnin 24's,
openin my Bentley doors
Drunk at the party,
hands up in the air but still she sexy when she shake her body
That type of chick that says
"hey girl, let's go to the after party"
After that we go to my room for the after, after party
Y'all know what happens next,
Hypnotiq and a rated X, got her singin the greatest sex
Now on dubs, rollin up, into the club, raisin 'em up
Now we in the back, blazin 'em up (inhale),
dice in hand, shakin 'em up
I need a chick like that to come and share my gangsta world (woo)
And if you in the club with hands up, you can gangsta girl

(Baby - talking behind Chorus)
Oh yeah
I see ya
Oh yeah
Yeah

(Chorus)

(Verse 2 - Baby)
Ok,
mami your so gangsta cause she fuck with nothin but gangsta (gangsta)
Type a nigga that a stank a gangsta
Drink Hypnotiq and she roll big body,
and she got a body, that is gangsta hotty
And she fuck with nothin but gangstas that is old O.G.'s (O.G.).
24's on that brand new jeep
At a gangsta party, she'll be drinkin Bacardi,
and she pops her body, don't you hurt nobody
Got my killers in here, they'll squirt somebody,
but that Benz so fast, it'll jerk your body
And we smokin that Cali dro, totin that Calico
Bird man and Kelly mami, let your body roll
No one will never know, what happen behind the door
I like it fast or slow,
a freaky bitch fo sho
Street life is all I know,
hustlin and stackin dough
I file to keep it gangsta,
until my casket closed

(Chorus)

(Verse 3 - Mannie Fresh)
Once upon a time in this place called hood
Where the gangsta girls shake it and they all smell good
Lived this legendary pimp (pimp) by the name of Fresh
Fix hair, fix nails, fix toes, fix breast
But one chick super sick,
make every nigga grab his dick
Heart pound up and down,
when she goin round and round
Do the +Snake+, stop and shake,
ass like an earthquake
I can't wait to meet her uh, undress her, beat her up
Now we leavin from the club,
and she let me cop a rub
Can't believe she choose me,
+Feelin On Her Booty+
I'm about to cut like knives,
strokin mami with some eyes
Takin me to paradise,
I nut once, she nut twice
Sex in cities, rubbin titties,
that's how I get it
One more 'gain, with her friend, playa that's how I hit it
Now we grippin, grabbin, pullin, stabbin
(what is your name?)
It's Hypnotiq how I got it, but I'ma glad that you came

(Chorus)

(Verse 4 - Mannie Fresh)
Slim Teresa, and Lakeisha
(they some gangsta girls)
Tanya, Wanda, and Laneisha
(they some gangsta girls)
My fifty Kims all in Tims
(gangsta girls)
A hundred shorties, all at parties
(gangsta girls)
Full of drama, baby mama
(she's a gangsta girl)
When they freakin on the weekend
(they some gangsta girls)
But they knowin where they goin
(the gangsta girls)
Fly wheels, pay they bills
(the gangsta girls)

(Chorus)

[TQ]
We can smoke
Uh-huh
Yeah, yeah
Smokin' smokin'
Smokin' smokin'

[TQ]
We can smoke (we can smoke)
We can drink (we can drink)
We can freak the night away (smokin' smokin')
Can we freak the night away?
Can we smoke? (Can we smoke?)
Let's drink (Let's drink)
We gone stunt the night away
Blow blunts around the way

[Baby]
Ma, you can shine with a nigga
If you grind with a nigga
Spend time with yo nigga, mama
Whoa, you can ride with a nigga
Get fly with a nigga
Get high with yo nigga, mama
Whoa, we can blaze the haze
Day to day in the hood
That's what's up
Whodie, we can tow the K (?)
Go around the way
Jumping out the brand new truck
Whodie, situation getting sticky
Nigga blowing on his sticky
Sex, weed and a twist-up
Yeah, I'm in the hood with the metal
Cause I'm good with the ghetto
Nigga playing get f**ked up
Yeah, we live the gumbo lives
It's high in spite (?)
We struggled, but we came up
Go, you can look in my eyes
See G's for life
Talking money
Bring my name up

[TQ - Chorus]
We can smoke (we can smoke)
We can drink (we can drink)
We can freak the night away (freak the night away)
Can we freak the night away?
Can we smoke? (Can we smoke?)
Let's drink (Let's drink)
We gone stunt the night away (stunt the night away)
Blow blunts around the way (blunts around the way)

We can smoke the best weed
We can drink the good Cognac (Cognac)
We can do it in my Cadillac (my Cadillac)
Come and smoke with me (come and smoke with me)
See I got that purple haze (purple haze)
And it's time for us to blaze
Can we smoke?

[Mannie Fresh]
Shazzam, damn, a bag of weed
A cup of Cognac and a couple of seeds
Two hot strippers coming out they zippers
We some pimps dude
We don't tip them, they tip us
I got my smoking jacket on
10 feet long
Inhale, exhale, that shit gone
If you ain't got what I'm drinking
Then I'm drinking what ya got
Hey, keep them bitches coming cause I drink a lot
I'm a gulp like a fish


You want some of this?
We can have sex, but you can't have a kiss
She said what's next
Your ever did x?
Ex-girlfriend now I'm cashing your checks
We can jump in the coup
Take a ride by Snoop
He got a lot of weed, you can f- like soup
You can smoke, you can drink
Till your lips turn pink
Till you pass out, ass out
Full of that dank

[TQ - Chorus]
We can smoke (we can smoke)
We can drink (we can drink)
We can freak the night away (freak the night away)
Can we freak the night away? (Can we freak the night away?)
Can we smoke? (Can we smoke?)
Let's drink (Let's drink)
We gone stunt the night away (can we stunt the night away?)
Blow blunts around the way (blow blunts around the way)

We can smoke the best weed (We can smoke the best weed)
We can drink the good Cognac (Cognac)
We can do it in my Cadillac (my Cadillac)
Come and smoke with me (come and smoke with me)
See I got that purple haze (purple haze)
And it's time for us to blaze
Can we smoke?

[Baby]
Whoa, we got that golden leaves rolled
With the weed in the middle
Dro stuck to the window blowing
Whoa, nigga feeling real good
He high as he could
Nigga f**ked around and blew up
Whoa, we gotta mix it right
The grey goose fired
The blender with the fruit ice
Yeah, nigga look at my life
And see what's inside
You f**k around and blow up
Whoa, then we blaze and blaze
Round the way
We keep both guns tucked, biatch
We read the play
Around the way
For the people coming full up
Whoa, nigga pump your brakes
You're from the state
Nigga know how we came up
Nigga plead the plate
From state to state
Cooking cakes so niggas blow up

[TQ - Chorus]
We can smoke (we can smoke)
We can drink (Smokin' smokin')
We can freak the night away (freak the night away)
Can we freak the night away? (Can we freak the night away?)
Can we smoke? (Can we smoke?)
Let's drink (Let's drink)
We gone stunt the night away (stunt the night away)
Blow blunts around the way (Smokin' smokin')

We can smoke the best weed (the best weed)
We can drink the good Cognac (Cognac)
We can do it in my Cadillac (my Cadillac)
Come and smoke with me (Smokin' smokin' smokin')
See I got that purple haze (Smokin' smokin' smokin')
And it's time for us to blaze

[Baby - ad lib to fade]

[Mannie Talking (high pitched voice)]
Follow me baby, come with me baby [whistles]
Follow me baby, come with me baby, come with me baby, come with me baby,
Hey, hey, hey, this is devastating daddy the dog, barking at these hoes out my monte carlo,
you can stay or you can follow...[dog barking] talk like a dog, walk like a dog, fit like a
dog,
and spit like a dog..

[Mannie Fresh Rapping..]
I'm a D-O-G, you know me,
coming through this mother fucker in an 83'
slant back with kits, spittin shit to your bitch,
she'll do anything for me cause I'm filthy rich,
hoe open your eyes, I'll feed you popeyes,
then take you to the crib then I open ya thighs,
Bitch say what you want, do what you feel,
I'll slam dunk a bitch like Shaquille O'Neil,
No I don't play ball but I'm a baller,
Drop ya ass off then I'll call ya,
Arebadurchi bitch, step to the side,
Got 20 more hoes trying to get in my ride,
(?) then I'll flee, go and get a tree,
Shut the fuck up bitch and listen to me,
Don't worry what I'm doing, and who the fuck I'm screwing,
My money run long like J.R Yewin,
I'm a mack like roni, pretty like Tony, puff like daddy, and the bitches come early,
Give me head can you beat it give ya boy some action,
Spin around and grab my dick like Michael Jackson,
Nigga pimpin ain't dead, you heared what I said,
I got a high priced hoe, layin bitches she red,
The chick want I, cuz I'm superfly,
The bitch don't believe that I tell her a lie,
I'm an interstate pimp, walk with a limp,
Hoe better have my wine with my lobster and shrimp,
Because I'm rich, chicks they notice me,
Forever my lady ?, bitch I ain't Jodeci,
If fucking you is wrong, I don't want to be right,
Your mouthing feel good and your pussy is tight,
But you gotta understand I could never be your man,
Put ya ring back on bitch, you ain't stan,
You wanna know the real, I tell you how I feel,
I don't give a fuck about a bitch I'm trying to make a bill,
I'm a dog bitch, I don't care,
Fuck what you talking bout, life ain't fair,
Hoes don't help, they just spend your wealth,
Then they gone in the wind when you lone and help,
Other things and your children, smelling like urine,
Gone from home, like you been out tourin,
Think who you with, bitch get off my dick,
I ain't giving up nuthing, I ain't paying your rent,
Bitch get on your hustle, let me see your muscle,
Think you gettin money, then we gon' have to tussle,
Scooby Do, but I don't, Tiger Woods, but I wont, treat you like a woman,
bitch bring me something, sucker punch ya ass and leave ya ribcage thumpin',

[Chorus X2]
[Tateeze]
You a dog huh ?
[Group]
Keep Pimpin'
[Tateeze]
You a dog huh ?
[Group]
Keep Pimpin'
[Tateeze]
Oh you a dog huh ?
[Group]
Keep Pimpin', Keep Pimpin', Keep Pimpin'

[Mannie Fresh Talking (high pitched voice)]
Yeah, I wanna be your agent,
I wanna be your cousin,
I wanna be everything your man wasn't,
I wanna be your friend,
I wanna know your ATM PIN,
If I tell you to follow me,
Come with me, in a swimming pool,
full of biting Pirahnnahs, dressed like you is Madonna,
Come with me Baby, Come with me, Fly !, Fly !,
And baby, if you do come with me, you can have all the spinach you can eat,
all the Caffine you can possibly drink,
red bull is there for you, ice cubes, black and white TV, these things I offer to you baby,
if you just come with me

[Beat Stops...]

[Mannie Fresh Talking in Normal Voice:]
First of all, get off my lawn, before I pinch your mutha fuckin arm,
I ain't gon' fight you, I ain't gon' bite you, I ain't gon' kick you, or punch you, but I
will pinch the shit out of you,
I apologize to all the women, all the ladies and that for making this song, but there was
this one bitch that had me mad
with all that Beggin shit, she done took that Cash Money Millionaire shit too far, its Baby
on TV talkin about,
he got a hundred million dollar record deal and he got a Maybach and all that, bitch I drive
Chevy's, Old Chevy's
get the fuck off with that shit, there is some football players up the street, there is some
basketball players on the right side,
go beg to them mutha fuckers, I ain't giving you shit, the stupidest shit my dick ever did
was fuck you, I love ladies
but I hate hoes, thats why you get notta, nathaniel, nartica, ZERO !

Lyrics :

(Baby talking)
Hey Fresh!
We back at it baby

(Chorus: Manny Fresh)
Here baby doll, up against the wall
And through the sound, he broke it down
Only one more Hypnotic, and that's when he shot it
I'm not lookin' for love, up in the club
But I wanna go home with you, girl

(Verse 1)
(Manny Fresh)
I'm not your man I'm a pimp, baby please understand
But you hot, and they not, so we can hold hands
In a long truck, Cadillac
Surround sound, front to back
"Forever? Forever, ever?"
Forever, ever black
Ridin' in the sunshine, crankin' up the Alpine
Rubbin' down shorty's spine, she is fine!
Love 'um, leave 'um, go back and retrieve 'um
If their hair is bad, then I will weave 'um

(Baby)
Kick back in the Phantom, two clips and a hammer
Cruisin' through the hood on them Deion Sanders
Nothin' but red whips and all them candy
Two chicks, two chickens that flew from Atlanta, aye
Laid back in a Maebach, countin' stacks
Got work, go to work, nigga count that
Summer shine, summer time, and we on the grind
Birdman got them chickens and they ain't flyin'

(Chorus: Manny Fresh)
Here baby doll, up against the wall
And through the sound, he broke it down
Only one more Hypnotic, and that's when he shot it
I'm not lookin' for love, up in the club
But I wanna go home with you, girl

(Verse 2)
(Manny Fresh)
I'm cool, I'm hip, I'm fresh, I'm good
I'm diamonds up against the wood, richest nigga from the hood
Four amplifiers, four 24 tires
Fuck professional liars, fo' show enter our fire
In a big black Chevy, starch real heavy
Peanut butter reclinin', with the Steve Harvey line in
Look at me!

(Baby)
Let me slide and ride and get inside
And take you to my hood where it's do or die
Where the whips is clean, we hustle for nickels and dimes
Chips, green, the liquior was hard as a crime
Custom machine and 'dro be on my mind
Lace my team with life and bricks for dimes
Ghetto soldier and you can't stop my shine
Fresh, Stunna, bitch respect my mind

(Chorus: Manny Fresh)
Here baby doll, up against the wall
And through the sound, he broke it down
Only one more Hypnotic, and that's when he shot it
I'm not lookin' for love, up in the club
But I wanna go home with you, girl

(Verse 3)
(Manny Fresh)
Sean Paul on the wall, break it down, do it girl
Lift it up, let it flow, shake it fast, there it go
Make it wobble, make it jiggle, put the pickle in the middle
Push it back, make it clap, in and out, that's a wrap
Good bye, so long, I got to go, I'm goin' home
But you my favorite friend, let's bump and grind next weekend

(Baby)
See you fuckin' with your boy, remember who gunna ride?
When trouble hit the hood nigga, who gunna die?
When shit get ugly nigga, who gunna fly?
But when shit get bubbly everybody wanna ride me
Benz, Lexus, the coupe, the jets
Nigga holla at the boy, baby pimpin' the flesh
Like in Stalled Evoy, third world is the set
I'm a worldwide shiner bitch, I drove the best

(Chorus: Manny Fresh (2X))
Here baby doll, up against the wall
And through the sound, he broke it down
Only one more Hypnotic, and that's when he shot it
I'm not lookin' for love, up in the club
But I wanna go home with you, girl

(Chorus)
(Petey Pablo)

Now how can one get up off the spot
God damn raise a family get up off the block
Where the city dont love and they dont care
but I will take you there
(2X)

Verse 1: (Baby)

tell the sister like blood
little brother a thug
and how to survive the cracks in the middle of the mud
im the OG gangsta VL in the truth
every nigga in my city kno how to hussle and shoot
my lil homey got killed over a key and a pound
so when i pump pump blood im a hold it down
his sister and his moms when i come around
showin love to the family when ya lose your ground

(Mannie)

Wussup lil man had to write you a rap
just to let u know this nigga still got yo back
aint to much change still doin my shows
stayin away from fake niggas and busta ass hoes
but enough about me and everything in my world
congrats lil dad heard u had a lil girl
if theres anything they need and they ever in a jam
dont hesatate to ask yall call ya fam

(chorus 2X)

Verse 2 (Baby)

but can you see life roomin with no crack and pipe
and no weed to smoke no Gs in sight
and no cris to bust no wheels on bikes
and no pussy to fuck nobody to like
but can you see life roomin wit no money and goods
big money heavyweights wit nobody to cook
nobody to book
nobody to look
tryin to get back what motherfuckers they took

(mannie)

all you see is that platinum shit
a ghetto nigga on stage grabbin his dick
but you dont know what i have seen
from the bitches to the riches to the triple beams
the project bricks the old school kicks
the early mornin capers and the late night flicks
but since i moved on things aint the same
i chose rap you chose the game

(chorus 2X)

verse 3 (baby)

See your mom still strugglin you up in the pen
but mom just wonderin when the end gon end
when the guns gon stop from spinnin the bin
or when the hood gon block the dope in the pen
or when the light shot out you up in the park
the white trunk out your homey got marked
or every nigga that talk or rat in his heart
or every nigga that talk should die in the dark

(mannie)

i never forgot you and what we did
and how we came up and where we lived
im seven forever turn coke to never
hard head til im dead until im bout my cheddar
gotta get my ends wanna push a benz
eat steak live great and raise my twins
i cant believe im talkin to ya now that ya gone
i luv ya bruh and this is my song

(chorus 2X)
(music fades to end)

[Baby]
Aight nigga
F**k it
We did it once we gon do it again
Hot Boy forever bitch
Lets ride nigga

[Gilly]
B-I-G-T-Y-M-E-R-S
Birdman wit the homie Mannie Fresh
And Juvenile so you clowns don't arrest
Let's do it

[Baby]
Got a Bentley wit the tags with the millionaire cash
Two million on the ice with that gun in my hand
Got the beat on the streets and we movin the slaya
Porsche truck lift up and a four door Jag
Uptown money spots niggas countin they cash
No rules in this game niggs doin they thang
See me watchin for the people 'cause they ready to slang
Blowin dro' in Bahamas so that pineapple plate
Couldn't give us six cars for the money we make
I'm the king of the chrome get the f**k out my face
I'm the sun, I'm the moon, I'm the Benz, I'm the whips
I'm the crib, I'm the mouse quiet up in this bitch
Smoothe baller 22s in they hip
Smoke dro minks, haze and a spliffs
I'm in the heat of the cloud that's how it's goin down
A D-boy getting cheddar and I'm from uptown

[Chorus - Gilly]
Always poppin never stoppin
Glocks cockin, body droppin
Colla poppin, nigga knockin
Everybody give me space, back up
Everybody give me space, back up
Always poppin never stoppin
Glocks cockin, body droppin
Colla poppin, nigga knockin
Everybody give me space, back up
Everybody give me space, back up

[Mannie Fresh (Gilly)]
(Why you got that gun nigga?) 'cause I can
Woke up in the club with the bitch in my hand
Everybody lay down, stay down
I'm bout to spit this mothaf**kin hay round
There's one nigga I'm lookin at (you about to get it flat)
Everybody else just back back
Bustin, fussin, yellin, cussin
Fightin, bitin, niggas got to rustilin
Throwin big chairs, pushin down stairs


Disrespectin hos pullin out weave hairs
But this one ho nobody know pull out the fo fo
Made niggas lay it down on the floor
That's when the police came
The fire engine truck and the ambulance
Bitch still bustin shots like Jesse James
Big Money Heavyweight nigga I ain't playin
The bitch was trill caught two to the grill
One in the head damn lil' one dance
Shake!

[Chorus - Gilly (Juvenile)]
Always poppin never stoppin
Glocks cockin, body droppin
Colla poppin, nigga knockin
Everybody give me space, back up
Everybody give me space, back up
Always poppin never stoppin
Glocks cockin, body droppin
Colla poppin, nigga knockin (uh uh)
Everybody give me space, back up (what what what what)
Everybody give me space, back up (look look)

[Juvenile]
Gimme the roovie Juvie the shooter
Try to follow my pandemonium point I'm gon lose ya
Look around there's some niggas not with me
Some of them dead, some of them doin bout 50
UTP you better stand up it's the general
Bringin back the era of the criminal
Look I got my own scene, got my own scheme
Got killas so basically I'm doin my own thing
I drive a 7-6-0 strapped up waitin at the light for the hero
It's kinda hot outside niggas done shot blue eyes
That's f**ked up 'cause my connect dropped me 5
I'ma excersize my right to get this cheese
I don't have to put in work nigga my bitch will squeeze
I ain't positive I'm a black man
So watch your mouth playa 'cause you can catch a back hand
Heh!

[Chorus - Gilly]
Always poppin never stoppin
Glocks cockin, body droppin
Colla poppin, nigga knockin
Everybody give me space, back up
Everybody give me space, back up
Always poppin never stoppin
Glocks cockin, body droppin
Colla poppin, nigga knockin
Everybody give me space, back up
Everybody give me space, back up

(Mannie Fresh talking:)
yeah, yeah, yeah, If David Banner was here right now, he would just look at y'all mutha
f**kas and go "DAMN",
If Flip was here he would go "What Is Y'all saying ?"...

(Mannie Fresh)
I'm a push trucks, nigga I'm a drive Benz,
Muthaf**k the 8's nigga I'ma get the 10's,
I'ma drink everything, I'ma get drunk,
Watch the shoes, I'ma show ya dudes, I'm bout to pop the trunk,
I'ma be captivator, I'ma be calm,
Hat to the shirt, to the pants playa WOAH,
I'ma play Polo, I'ma stay rich,
I'm about to bust the southside in this bitch,
I'm a stay with sprint, mutha f**k Nextel,
(can you hear me now, I don't love no girl)
I'ma eat chicken player, Ima sip lak,
And push the old school Caddy with the Diamond in the Back,
I'ma get the candy paint just because I know you can't,
Pussy, Pussy, Pussy, your life is blank,
I'ma get the new J smoke all the purple haze,
I'ma stick with game spittin', game spittin' in your face,

(Chorus X2 (Lil' Wayne)
Cause I'm a mutha f**kin southern boy,
coming down so clean, and with rhymes so mean,
heavy starch in my jeans, I
Want Criss, want hard, f**k a nigga, f**k a broad,
you can't top my southern flow,
'cause I'm a mutha f**kin southern boy

(Baby)
Look we ride the biggest truck,
20 inches don't give a f**k,
When I roll, nigga know I'm plush
Coming round' and I'm high as f**k,
Green truck, lift up, spinning blades is a must,
Wood grain, suede and leather, feeling good with this Cali weather,
I can go in any hood, get a nigga they know I could,
Coming round and I'm iced up too,
Nigga know bout me and my crew,
Laying low, being cool,
Smoking weed, is what we do,
Moving Ki's, bought that coupe,
Stacking G's is what we do,
Nigga know that I'm slanging that iron,
F**k around trying to take my shine,
Nigga know that I'm bout getting mine,
Hustling, flippin when I'm on that grind,
Nigga know we got work uptown,
F**k around and we shut you down,
Pussy, pussy pussy, you pussy pussy bitch..

(Chorus X2)

(Bun B)
I'm pumping thru the south holding my nuts,
I'm in my candy apple red cadillac car rolling them dutch,
White cuts with that stitch and tuck, looking for a bitch to f**k,
Find a slut lil fifty buck, look like you need this dick to suck,
I'm truck turner pimping, with Issac Hayes roll on,
Just another pimp getting his stroll on bitch hold on,
You staring at a pimp, trying to look him in his eyes,
When You practice southballing, if you get broke don't be surprised,
Tell no lies about this macking, some win and some be loosing,
But pimping never dying 'cause these hoes is steady choosing,
If you f**king with my paper, you cruising for a bruising,
So let there be no confusion, pimping ain't no illusion,
Don't believe me ask (?), she shorted my lil brother, she mutha f**king paged chose a pimp
like no other,
We all about that dollar bitch, so when you see a pimp don't try to holla, wipe me down and
pop my collar..

(Chorus X2)

Big Tymers
"Beat It Up"

*chorus*
Beat it up Beat it up Beat it up
Beat it up Beat it up (repeat 2x)
You know you want this pussy (Sho' do)
You know you want this pussy (It's tru)
You know you want this pussy (Bring it on)
You know you want this pussy (And I'm gone)

With so much pussy on the city streets
It's kinda hard for a pimp keepin up with these freaks
But I tracks em' down, backs em' down, bustin they guts
Leave pussy so gushy overflowin with nuts
Ima hellafied supafied pickle slingin mac
Dick like a stick breakin off of ya back
It's explicit when I kiss it baby all night long
Knock ya head against the bed till tha insides gone
Give you big long wood Beat it real good
I ain't yo man I ain't stayin but I wish I could
A hour in tha shower then on top of tha dresser
Then a big "gimme head" and then I'ma letcha
Ride that pole Make ya say ooh
The sex is incredible, The dick is like woah
Cussin' lustin' Bout to get a nut when
She looked at me and said

*chorus*

I come wit TVs and DVDs an a cars
And I pack a big dick down in tha drawers
I'm the neighborhood pickle slanga, Pain bringa
Super sick big dick nasty ass rap singa
Do it baby stick it baby do it baby get it
Make that ass clap every time that I hit it
Now all I need is liquor and weed
Two dike bitches straight down n get G'ed
See I got it up gotta hit it gotta get it
Cause I moved up
Gotta split it Gotta fit it to a Magnum
Gotta fuck it don't love it
I don't want none, but you can have some
See I play it homie
Fuck her best friends up
Cause I banged on it
Hit a hoes from the back and she sang homie
From the same man's words
From the same song, from the same song

*chorus*

This story takes place on the late night
I was on the lakefront tryin' to get some act right
You was actin' funny so I had to kick game
I said you'd be my queen I'd be your king
And things'd neva change
Now I'm just sittin there lookin at the beaver
It's hairy like Barry and it's bigger than Geneva
Something says stick my finger in so I did
Then came the two, the three, the four, the thumb
And aw shit
I just don't believe it
How can she conceive it
My fist, my wrist, bitch
You need to summer's eve it
Dush yo bush black You smell like step back
What the fuck is that oooh tuna cat
Put her out my jack fast Tell that bitch "You get no cash"
Get yo shit together shorty clean yo lil funky ass
Been alotta places, did alotta shows
Met alotta people, Fucked alotta hoes
I...

*chorus* (repeat 2x)

[Baby and Mannie Fresh talking:]

[Baby:] yeah, big tymers, this what its hitting for nigga this stunna and fresh, believe that
bitch, straight off the block
nigga

[Fresh:] this where it gets gangsta bitch

[Baby: (loudly)] BIG MONEY HEAVYWEIGHT

[Baby]
where the cuts is dark and hoes are marked,
and gun barking make a nigga meet the white chalk,
(inhales) now blaze one before it all get it started

BIG MONEY HEAVYWEIGHT !

[Mannie Fresh]
Turn the TV channel, real life soprano,
got the coke the dope, bitches, guns and ammo,
I will lurk ya bitch to get filthy rich,

BIG MONEY HEAVYWEIGHT !

[Baby]
See I hold my hood down with that gunplay,
around the way nigga know about my gunplay,
so get ready, brace yourself or get money then holla

BIG MONEY HEAVYWEIGHT !

[Mannie Fresh]
I got that snow, that mega blow,
that brick yella fella
rock, is on the block, ya heared me nigga,
The BT's breaking down Ki's please, we

BIG MONEY HEAVYWEIGHT !

[Baby]
Nigga hustled the case and cleared the safe,
Hit a lick, hundred chips and cleared the place,
Another robbery turned into a murder case, behind

BIG MONEY HEAVYWEIGHT !

[Mannie Fresh]
Act like you know man,
the southern snow man,
leave your brains in your lap I fear no man,
I'm the reaper dude, ask your people dude,
I move,

BIG MONEY HEAVYWEIGHT !

[Baby]
Nigga catch me in the hood smoking la la (la la)
Me, Cito, and Troy and we riding fly,
Shining is an everyday thing ,

BIG MONEY HEAVYWEIGHT !

[Mannie Fresh]
That boy next to me, he pushing XTC,
Got ya girl dick sucking in a lexus jeep,
Nigga hood rich stars, pushing fly ass cars,
Bitches love..

BIG MONEY HEAVYWEIGHT !

[Baby]
On the block where the cops glocks won't stop,
all night hustle niggas trying to weigh it out,
we get money nigga, if you gonna flip it you get

BIG MONEY HEAVYWEIGHT !

[Mannie Fresh]
If you don't know kid, I slang that blow shit,
But they can't catch a nigga like me with no evidence up in my residence,
Cuz I'm

BIG MONEY HEAVYWEIGHT !

[Baby]
Triple beam lab, ghetto machines,
Cocaine, Coco leaf, marijuana this is street dreams,
Biatch, he's out the penn this our life we got..

BIG MONEY HEAVYWEIGHT !

[Mannie Fresh]
In the Florida Keys my nigga Trick front ki's,
Hook a buck, half a buck and even OZ's
Nigga get ya game up,
If you want ya fame up, I'm the

BIG MONEY HEAVYWEIGHT !

[Baby]
Big trucks, big nuts, nigga big guns,
big figgaz, big niggas big hood luv,
Keep it real and have no fear when it comes to...

BIG MONEY HEAVYWEIGHT !

[Mannie Fresh]
Cocaine and Rogaine, I got it cousin,
Ain't got my money than the mutha fuckin' eagle bustin'
You know the real bruh, these niggas kill for the,

BIG MONEY HEAVYWEIGHT !

[Baby]
We drive Range Rovers, Cadillacs and Maybachs,
Game over, bitch nigga we was born soldiers,
We do it one way, the hard way get it up fasho nigga

BIG MONEY HEAVYWEIGHT !

[Mannie Fresh]
For the power of the Kitty Cat,
Niggaz gettin' at,
Moving blow out the sto' where they sittin at,
Please, fuck the cops, niggaz choppin up rocks, to get

BIG MONEY HEAVYWEIGHT ! (WEIGHT, WEIGHT, WEIGHT)

Yea seems so thick
Tymer outkast orginized rap-a-lot
Nutin but that U-G-K
All the playas all the hustlas
8 ball MJG
Goody mod
You all know who it is

See im a southern ass nigga with some southern ass hoes
A hundred thou cash gets the southern ass flow
Im rich bitch no more runnin around cold
Shootin up windows and gunnin down doors
OOOOOOOO
Yea i think the suckas now
That the hummer got drop keep it on the downlow
Im crusin up highways stunnin down roads
Ill open up shop then im shuttin down shows
Luda cash checks thata break the bank
Then im in old school like Frank the Tank
You cant beat me join me peeps they bore me but all these southern ass they keep me horny
Big tymers in a private jet
Got the head of universal to sign the check
Mean while ludacris is outta range in rovers
Every coast watch out cuz the south is taking over

Caddy devels wood steering wheels
Got the chromed out lady on top of the grill
With your foot on the gas
Nigga whippen out cash
Just blowin the grass
(thats southern cuzin)
Caddy devels wood steerin wheels
GOt the chromed out lady on top of the grill
With your foot on the gas
Nigga whippen out cash
Just blowin the grass
(and you thought it wasnt)

Weezy the god bow down give praises
I'm easy involved with the drugs in my matrix
Just keepin it calm kickin dubs from my laces
I'm puckin a dre in the escalade basic
Don't you fuckin play cuz I escapade faces
Buck fifty a gram quickly I'm real shifty
Come get me I'll be waitin the steel with me
Show appreciation for those who still with me
Throw a heap of gravy at those who still envy
Cuz Weezy f baby all gravy gotta feel me
Heh heh, feel me Lil' Weezy gat go blakah
Feel heat feel sleepy, here's your mattress
Chill, I'm still street deep, I got access
Young and play hard with no practice
Feelin me is like huggin a cactus
But if you know pain you take it love it and patch it
South side

(chorus)

Got southern type jeans and a southern type shirt
When i drink a lotta beer give southern ass burp
Got a southern ass crib and a southern ass car
Down where im from im a southern ass star
Got Southern ass chain, Southern ass brain
I talk a lotta shit witha southern ass slang
On any southern week
Got a bunch of southern freaks
Buck naked outside neighbors callin police
Got a little Southern boy with a little Southern bike
Got a little Southern girlfriend that he'd like
Got a southern ass truck witha southern ass dog
Got a big bass system knockin pictures off the wall
Got a big Southern party drivin big seven forty
Me and jazze pha cuttin on some southern shortys
Im gonna be southern to the day i go
From my head to my belly to my knees to my toes

I'm a Southern ass nigga that that grew up hard
Uptown third ward nigga blow up a car
I'm the Southern ass nigga with the golds in my mouth
New cars new rims with the work in the drop
I'm a fool, I'm the dude, Mannie fresh the shit
Two ghetto ass niggas now to flip a brick
Well I'm stunna homeboy and I'm filthy rich
Super fly get money in the drop top six
I'm a Southern ass nigga that could blow in the sky
Good weed, twenty threes on that brand new ride
I'm a big money nigga with a boat on the lake
M-I-A and A-T-L we do it state to state
I'm a Southern ass nigga drive fifty whips
Ten bikes customized everything we get
I'm a fly nigga money and my jewels be glistenin
Twenty fours on the Bentley and we blues them bitches nigga

Four on the whips Southern cousin
Home in the hills Southern cousin
Chromes and Devils Southern cousin
Home cooked meals Southern cousin
Woooo
When I'm a old school, shine up the wheels
Feet on the mink floors, how does it feel
Wood on the console, chrome on the grill
When you come down here you know what it is
Wooooo
(fade out)
Four on the whips Southern cousin
Home in the hills Southern cousin
Chromes and Devils Southern cousin
Home cooked meals Southern cousin

* send corrections to the typist

Shout out to my motherf**king self

Ya heardz?
I'm talking bout these bitches

These hoes

These play ass niggaz
?

(Mannie)

I ain't the one

That get your tune up and you all done, bitch

I'm looking nothing like your momma, son

You get me messed up

Guess what? I ain't him

Get up and pick your shit up

And go with him

Nothing, nada, Nathanial
I can't stand you

Can you leave

Please can you
F**ked up weed

Leave my shit

Stanky ass bitch

F**k your ass ho
A nigga still rich

My lawyer stay down

Lay down

And play the playground

You joke ass, broke ass

Ran out of smoke ass

Gay ass, oh

Bitch touch the wall

Old sissy ass wannabe
Missy ass y'all

Some of these niggaz are bitches too

Look at yourself

It could be you

But that's the way they do it bro

I always knew that though

Nigga had gays in his ways

Cos he walk with a
Switch, twitch

Funny looking bitch

Nobody likes you

Fake ass snitch

You need more people

We don't believe you

F**k you in your ass
You can never be my equal

(Woman/Mannie)

(Baby)

I ain't the one

To get played like a pool party

Trick money

Get nothing bitch

Get the f**k

Give me something for my money, ma

You know the score

Long dick, big pimps

Got to get more

Get dough, off tha dro

With the cash flow

Laid low

Fo' deep on the indo

? ? ?

That's how we roll

Ay yo how we roll on them 24's

On tha block

With the rocks, with the Calico

New whip, new shoes on the benzo

New ?kick? drop bricks in the 6 4

New lift, got chicks and they all know

How we ride

How we slide

How we get inside

How we hustle

How we grind

Til the day we die

How we muscle

How we tussle

It's the way of life

You don't see my struggle



All you see is f**kin ?

(Mannie)
No keys

No cheese

No Benz

No nut'in

Get up get out
Get the f**k and stop frontin

Get on

Before we spit on

Your whole whack crew

Y'all Niggaz

Do what you do

No keys

No cheese
No Benz

No nut'in

Get up get out

Get the f**k and stop frontin

Get on

Before we spit on

Your whole whack crew

Y'all Niggaz

Do what you do

(Baby)

I ain't the one

To get cracked at a dice game

Roll seven hit eleven

Get your money, man

Get together pluck a feather

Wear your gold chain

OG young nigga

Let me do my thing

Came through in the Rolls with the full frame

Zaratoga and ? ? with the dope game

Early 70's

The block ? had a name

Grey haired Mr Johnny is a pimp thing

(Mannie)

I ain't the one

Piss me off

And I'm a get the gun

Clear this motherf**ker out

And make them all run

They shoot

Too late to look

Blocka, Blocka, Blocka, Blocka, Blocka, Bla

?7 wall hard head?

Kill them all

I want them dead

Watch your mouth

It's a drought

And they all afraid

The feds got ?flicks?

Of all your clicks

They confiscating cars and they locking up chicks

(Mannie)

No keys

No cheese

No Benz

No nut'in
Get up get out

Get the f**k and stop frontin

Get on

Before we spit on

Your whole whack crew

Y'all Niggaz

Do what you do

No keys
No cheese

No Benz

No nut'in

Get up get out
Get the f**k and stop frontin

Get on

Before we spit on

Your whole whack crew

Y'all Niggaz

Do what you do

[Mannie]
I done teached and talked
Walked away and fought
Went from cussin and bustin
Hustle from day to dark
Turned nothin to somethin
Introduced to stunnin
In my life In my life
I done caused some hurt
And I done did some good
Said I can't even when I could
I was stopped and tested fingerprinted and arrested
In my life In my life
Just say no when I really meant yes
I'm gon smoke all night til it hurt my chest
Slim told me over the years that shit gon tear up careers
In yo life In yo life
What'chu gon do when snakes come to yo crew
I'm a get on my knees and ask the Lord please
Separate good from fake and the love and the hate
In my life In my life

[B.G.]
I mean fuck I done had a rough life you know what I'm sayin
B.G. lived that thug life
I done done it all in my life
I done done time
I done lived in group homes
I been on the third floor of hospitals
I mean it's just been a stuggle for me
But now I'm on top you know what I'm sayin
And it ain't to turnin back
And I take chances in whatever I do
Cuz if I don't take chances I don't see the life after all

[Mannie]
The night in the Rover
When the niggas came over
You went out like a soldier
And I still can't get over
What fake bitches done done
Got me clutchin my gun
In this life In this life
I used to wonder why
All the good niggas die
Why some soldier gotta suffer
And mothers gotta cry
Why my daddie gotta lie
Cuz he don't even try to be
In my life In my life
Take care of your crib
Where you lay down and live
Forget and forgive cuz you done put it through some shit
Had yo daughter and yo son
Been down since day one
In yo life In yo life
What the fuck is wrong you don't understand this song
Tell yo momma you love her before she dead and gone
Nigga that don't quit that's some real ass shit
In this life In this life

[Juvenile]
Man I mean me Juvenile drugs tore my family up
I'm from the projects so you know I just realized
What it means to be successful
Cuz I been through all kinds of shit man bullshit
And I live through Baby, Slim and the Lord to help me
And I came to them as a real nigga
And I said look dog I'm tired of livin like this man

[Baby]
I had pounds of coke
I had money to blow
I had a felony charge
I had to fight in the court
I had warrant reports
Shot up cars before
In my life My life
I got kids to feed
I got niggas to watch
I need a hundred mil
I need to get off the block
Wear soldier Rees
In the gamblin spot
In my life My life
I could cook it and cut it
I could bag it and move it
I could toat in the budget
Got money to prove it
I done flood the public
Hope Beatrice'll do it
In my life My life
Now my name is Baby
But the call me Bubba
Ain't a bitch that I know that can say that I love her
Gettin pussy from a boss bitch wearin a rubber
In my life My life
Let me stunt and shine
Let me bling and floss
Let me ride without the law always searchin my car
I just wanna chill fuck bitches and play
In my life My life
Hoes cry in my world give me that Baby shit
Goin to the people knowin that they made me and shit
You just don't know what I go through
In my life My life
I got Bentlys and Jags got Prowlers and Vets
Got Benjamins, Hummers, Cadillacs and vests
Condos and houses Cardiers and Rovers
In my life My life
I got cars and broads with money to make
I got that brown wall and that white gate
Got bitches and hoes love that platinum and gold
In my life My life

[Turk]
Beautiful Baby what's happenin
This Lil Turk you heard me
One of the Original Hot Boys
I done did it all you heard me
From runnin through cuts and hallways
Runnin through projects bustin heads
Yeah that's that lil nigga Turk
Young and Thuggin you heard me
I know you gonna let me do what I do
Don't hate me cuz I'm beautiful you heard me
We on top now nigga no longer livin that trife-life
you heard me
Respect and a check we ain't doin nothin but poppin
bottles and fuckin hoes
You heard me, makin money that's all nigga Uh-huh

[Baby Talking:]
Ay, Big Money Heavyweight, ay Fresh we back at it daddy, Big Tymers, summertime boy

[Verse 1 (Baby)]
See its summertime homie and we born to shine,
Cadillac dipped grill with the 9 on line,
Keep the ice on packed, with the big mack stacks,
Rims dipped the same colour as the new Cadillac,
See we lace our hoes, and smoke our dro'
When we go to the club, we go through the back door,
With the nine on my waistline (waistline)
Any nigga act up he get that nine to his f**kin' mind
Homie still doing time (doing time), son a sack thru his mind
he get it thru the pipeline,
flicks, so you see how we shine, everybody know stunna so you know I'm doing mines,
Its a vision of dreams with Cadillac machines, get loot, not hoes if you know what I mean
Gotta hustle and grind, keep the money on your mind,
Summertime all hoods, blow up and shine

[Chorus X2 (Tateeze & Baby)]
[Tateeze]
Got everything they ever built, everything they ever made
[Baby]
And on my bed, I even got a mink spread
[Tateeze]
On all my cars, gotta have spinning blades
[Baby]
And all my toys, gotta have an infared

[Verse 2 (Mannie Fresh)]
Six years ago, a friend of mine
Said its gon' rain before the sunshine,
Some gon' lead, some gon' follow,
Some gon' spit, some gon' swallow,
Now where you going ?, where you been ?
And whats your angle, and how you fit in,
So this time I made up my mind,
F**k being broke, its time to shine,
Kiss my momma, tell my daddy I'm gone,
Baby boy on his way to make a song,
From a quarter to a dollar to a five to a ten


You are witnessing,
The rise of a young black entrepreneur,
Spread my wings, I'm about to soar,
two million, three million nigga I did it,
two billion, three billion nigga lets get it,

[Chorus X2]

[Verse 3 (Baby & Mannie Fresh)]
[Baby]
See I'm a neighbourhood baller with the beamers and sprawlers,
The broads keep callin 'cause baby I'm ballin'
Hood rich shit with these ghettos and bricks,
Stunna back at it ma' with that brand new six,
Stunna got that caddy with the bubble eye lips,
Fully equipped whips to custom made shit,
Now everything is wet, and everything is slick,
and everything is paid, mannie mink pimp
[Mannie Fresh]
You scared, get the new escalade,
The long motherf**ker get the head done in suede,
Shining at its best, nigga wear your vest,
Southern ass nigga with his shirts and jeans fresh,
I like them starched heavy, big box chevy,
Head till' I'm dead from my ol' girl Debbie,
Don't try it, buy it, if its factory, amplify it,
Might go nitro, ignite it,

[Chorus X2]
[Baby's voice overlapping, talking]
Yeah !, I see ya Casey, I see ya fam, Gilly, Mikkey, Boo, Mike, Stone, Lac, d-boy Ceedy
Wop, ay Ta I got you girl, I'm a hold us down shorty, we gon buy us some new private jets,
yeah,
Weezy We, Young Money, Squad up nigga, Mannie Freezie, Suga Slim, Joe and Greg, I got us baby,
Hold on nigga, its all good homie, ay Rodney !, its ya boy, its Bird Beezy my Neezy, we
riding for ya Darkchild
in the building nigga, yeah, ay Tanto, I ain't forget bout you nigga, uptown we in this bitch
nigga, ay ay, we riding
till the wheels fall off nigga, guaranteed we wont look back from here nigga,
We keeping it hood, you know, we only know it one way nigga, yeah yeah, ah !

(feat. Tateeze)

[Mannie Fresh]
Hey there shorty, looking kind of good
With your Guicci frames on, girl represent ya hood

[Tateeze]
Hey how you doing
You kind of cute too
Snuggling like cool water in your pinacle boots

[Mannie Fresh]
See I keep my hair cut and get my nails done
And everybody know my name, baby, where I'm from
See they treat me like the mayor
Some say that I'm a player
I'm a high noon, tycoon, sexy-lady slayer

[Tateeze]
Damn, dude please
I'm all about the cheese
You push your old school
I jangle Mercedes keys
Your bad credit having ass need to be ashamed
With everything in your momma's name
Everybody know

[Mannie Fresh]
Now I'm gonna tell the truth, we ain't got to fuss
I don't own a car, pimping ride the bus
But you looking mighty good (Yeah I am kind of hot)
Girl we can get it on (Boy go on and do the wop)

Whop with it, whop da whop with it whop with it
Whop with it, whop da whop with it whop with it
Bang, Bang, Bang, Bang Ba Bang
Bang, Bang, Bang, Bang Ba Bang

[Tateeze]
Work something Twirk something get it girl
Work something Twirk something get it girl
Rock with it and look back at it, I said
Roll with it and look back at it

[Mannie Fresh]
You say you doing good, but you could be better
Roll with a pimp, number one trend setter
Your man is a cream puff (Boy you don't know him)
Well do he buy you nice stuff? (Shut up, you still growin)
Enough about him, let's talk about us
(Take your time shorty) baby I ain't in a rush
Slow motion with it, if you let me hit it
I get you right every night and put the ocean in it
I gotta postapedic heart-shaped water bed
The sheets might be satin and the pillows look suede
Yea girl I know how to getcha
I gotta 54 inch flat screen picture
Of me standing by a tree
With some khaki diki's on in the white tee mmhmm
And I like the way you move (I like the way you step)
We can get it goin' (Well go on and do the prep)

Prep with it, Prep da Prep with it, Prep with it
Prep with it, Right to Left with it, Prep with it

Go on break it down, show'em what you working with
Go on break it down shake it like an earthquake

[Tateeze]
Smurf with it, Smurf da Smurf with it, Jerk with it
Smurf with it, Smurf da Smurf with it, Work with it

Now do the soul clap, Now do tha soul clap
Now do the soul clap, Now do tha soul clap

[Mannie Fresh]
The club is packed, the night is young
Come here baby girl I'm tryin' to make you the one
You the one, one, one, one, one, one
Put your finger in the air if you having fun, girlfriend
Now I......I...da da da da...I......
Been looking at you from across the spot
My legs start shaking and my body get hot
I need relations
Can't fight the temptations
[Well this is just conversation]
[Ain't gonna be no penetration]
Now wait a minute, hold up, baby get it straight
I ain't gotta be your man, we don't even got to date
But we almost at the end of the song
The club about to close, let a player bring you home

Shorty drop it like it's hot, pick it up and make it pop
Now go down to the floor, take your time work it slow

[Tateeze]
Keep it right there daddy, I'm going to bounce that
When you want it, how you want it, make it bounce back

[Mannie Fresh]
C'mon and back it up, back da back it up (oh)
Back it up, Back da back it up (oh)

[Tateeze]
C'mon and rock with it and look back at it, I said
Roll with it and look back at it, c'mon

[Mannie Fresh]
Now slide and do the waterfall
Now slide and let the rain come down
Slide and do the waterfall
Now slide and let the rain come down

Get some, get some, get some
Get some, get some, get some

Now Tight'n up with it, Tight'n up with it
Tight'n up with it, Tight'n up Tight'n up

Wham da wham da wham wham da wham (oh)
Wham da wham da wham wham da wham (oh)

Man I'm tired, I don't even...WHOO
Do the runnin' man, ah do the runnin' man
Ah do the runnin' man, ah do the runnin' man
Now do the bunny hop, ah do the bunny hop
Ah do the bunny hop, ah do the bunny hop
Now do the bunny hop, Now everybody freeze

Yeah yeah yeah....

I got 'em sayin

[Chorus x2]
Go chubby boy, make the block hot
Go chubby boy, make her pussy pop

[Verse 1]
I'm the reason why them niggaz cookin all of that crack
I'm the reason why that nigga gotta gun in yo back
I'm the season, why, pimpin gotta step out fly
When you do it how you do it, don't you do it so tight
Cause I told you, set you down, hold you
2 million, 3 million, 4 million showed you
Crackin gator boots, platinumized boots
Dr. Pepper can colored turbo coupes (Skert)
Homie pimpin' is alive and it's doin so well
Homie pimpin' puttin big long dick in ya gal
Still Chevrolet doors, mink on the floors
And the bank account nigga filled wit so many o's
Nobody rush me off, nigga dust me off
I'm a motherfucking pimp playa trust me dawg
Jam hoes in lambo's outside of the club
Than step up in that thing and tell them niggaz what's up

[Chorus x4]
Go chubby boy, make the block hot
Go chubby boy, make her pussy pop

[Verse 2]
I got a brand new benz and it's heiniken green
In the front license plate read pussy machine
The most beautifulest thing shorty you've ever seen
Pimpin sew it where you show it nigga fresh and so clean
I'm the reason why young niggaz up they game
Plenty many bad bitches say they glad I came
I'm a legend in the bricks, playa check it fa real
Downtown mean mug nigga hard ta kill
Shorty shinnin ain't nuttin but a lil bitty thang
Three-hundred sixty-five diamonds beamin up in the ring
I'm the man girlfriend, got more money than them
Lea, Paul, Lil Carl and that nigga wit them
Oh so called "D" boy, stunnin fu gazy
In the hood say your lil girl look like baby
I'm the reason why niggaz gotta get up and get it
Right white one's playa wit the shirt and the fittie

[Chorus x4]
Go chubby boy, make the block hot
Go chubby boy, make her pussy pop

[Verse 3]
When I come through your city they go who is that
Young fella pimpin yella in a yellow Maybach
Nigga I came to show my chain, hardcore to the bling
Playa let's go inside where the bitches at [ruff]
Let me see it, pussy nigga, couldn't be it
If ya get it like ya say ya get it, nigga 10 a ki it
Cut the whole cake down, flood out the town
Service cocaine, rogaine, x and that brown
Buy the new 7 playa, push on them hatas
Step out witcha left out, homie steppin in gators
I ain't reppin crystal that's a bunch of bullshit
Y'all ain't give a nigga nuttin', suck a niggaz dick
Than I open up my coat let her see what I tote
If a nigga feelin frog than it's murder she wrote
Hotter than Maimi in the month of July
Got your girl dick ridin', chubby boy still fly

[Chorus x4]
Go chubby boy, make the block hot
Go chubby boy, make her pussy pop

(feat. Baby)

I'ma ball ba-ba-ball ba-ball ba-ball ball

[Verse 1]
This is it y'all
The shit y'all
Niggaz grab your dicks y'all
Ladies in your best outfits y'all
Killa fa shilla
Slash pimp plus dealer
Nobody realer
On the manilla
Just call me cute face
Chubby waist
Back back gimme space
Not another motherfucking celebrity murder case
Pimpin', Kobe in trouble
Michael back in his bubble
And my baby mama back
To actin just like the devil
I just can't believe
They smoked up all of my weed
Pmipin' they just don't want
To see me achieve
Man nothing at all
Got my back on the wall
But I'ma ball ba-ba-ball ba-ball ba-ball ball (Yeah)

[Chorus]
Come on and go with me
Walk through the store with me
And you can get about a hundred pair of shoes
She
Really looking good
She represent her hood
I'm digging her she digging me
And it's understood
That we could be a couple
My name up in her butthole
Check me out
Wipe me down
I'm a pimp nukka
Chevrolet doors
Put some mink on them floors
She put the Gucci sandals
With the jeans
Diamonds all on her toes

[Verse 2]
I know you lovin my car
Holly-hood superstar
And it's golds to these hoes
Who don't know who I are
I'm the leader my group
Keep some weed in my coupe
And I only let the baddest bitches
Up in my loot
Hey check out my shoes
And I still ride them trues
You can call me a crip
Cause I give hoes the blues
And I got your baby mother
And I front her little brother half
OZ's from my keys
And he let me cut her
Right down the middle
And she lovin my pickle
When we ride around town
On the back of my 'sikul
Thirteen hundred fo sho
Thought you niggaz should know
Wipe me down young pimpin
When you walk through the door
Push the five series, six series
Seven and eight
All different colors man
How you gonna hate
What the fuck
Put my finger up
And I'ma stand tall
Ball ba-ba-ball ba-ball ba-ball ball

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: Baby]
See I feel ya Fresh
Aint nothing but the hand
Let's go through these niggaz neighborhood
In sedan DeVilles
Nigga
With that gun in my hand
Blowin that mary jane nigga
With the ice like damn (DAMN!)
If you know what I'm sayin
I'm the Birdman bitch
I'm in that Caddy on them twenty two's
Alligator seats
The Benz or the Beamer coupe
It's all easy
Lil Weezy just came through (what's up shorty?)
It's nothin to a playa, bitch
Just do you
And stop hatin before I hit you with this chrome piece
Nigga because the block is mine
And I don't give a motherfuck
I'ma tote my iron (Believe that)
Or better yet
I hit the hood and grind
In candy paint
Wipe me down
Red gold on shine
Well I'm a hood rich real nigga
Flyer than ever
Stunna and Mannie Fresh
We gon get this cheddar (One)

[Chorus]

Alright that nigga gone man
Fuck that nigga man, fuck that Fabe
Go through all this nigga's Pro Tools
First beat you pick, I'm slaughterin' this nigga's shit
'Cause B done already called me and told me

Man go to that studio, fuck what Fresh doin'
Tell Fresh let you get on that shit and kill that shit
Fresh told me no I can't go back to B 'til B knows
So Fabe pick a song and I'm going off
Let's do it

Oh yeah, oh yeah, lock the doors to the booth man
Don't let Mannie in man, 'bout to kill this nigga's album
Ya understand me? Birdman Jr. Weezy F-Baby
Please say to Baby 1 7 Holygrove Gangus Street nigga

Cash Money Records
Get down and lay down, lie down and die down
Bitch nigga thought you knew
Rapper with guns

Get me, get me, get me that piffy
I'm higher than my attire
I float like I spit through the fryer
I uh sniffin' cocaine is some fire
I uh get to buy money out the dryer

Ridah in the five buggy slim tires
Tryin' to find a try to light Jeremaih
They call me Weezy F-Baby
Women wanna suck all on my pacifier
And if she tell ya she didn't, homie that's a liar

You see me passin' by ya more like flashin'
Lights, camera but I'm more like action
So get your back into it, stop actin'
'Cause we bring pistons to the balls

Cool cat, wind breezin' through my whiskers
Hurry, speed up, hater you just missed us
I just twists up Birdman Jr.
Swoop down on ya bitch like what's up with cha, yeah

Walk through that's real
We on that Shrek, I met her neck like let's chill
When we ridin' in my SL
She give me more tongue, less grill

My yellow diamonds give you spit nigga bitch yield
And that tooley gets saluted or I'll shoot it, yeah
I kidnap the boss, make the click squeal
Got you out of position like Sheffield in left field
Call me when its gangsta nigga

Yo
Yo, what the fuck is goin' on over there?
Ya'll think I don't know what the fuck goin' on?
I got ears all over dude I know you on my album cursin'
Talkin 'bout cuttin' bitches and killin' motherfuckers
And murkin' motherfuckers, I don't want that dude

{Right now, I'm out here with full bar bitches
I got a Spanish bitch, a Chinese bitch
A Vietnamese, what are you baby, whatever the fuck she is
And this other bitch and we doin' like this, this five some thing
And whatever 'n' y'all over there talking bout killing motherfuckers}

{Wayne, what is your mama's number dude? I'm gonna call your mama
And let your mama know whats goin' on with you
Dude you never used to curse brah
Now you just all fucked up with this shit
I'm pissed off dude, I'm really pissed off wit you, brah}

{I told you my album is about loving
Huggin', holding hands, fuckin' and all that kinda shit
No, that's it, I don't want you no more on my album dude
I just got you for a chorus and we over with
Now let's finish the album}

[Intro: Mannie Fresh]
Yeah
Ya drive a Chevy now
Yeah, I'm ready now
The car's stolen baby
But I'm rollin baby

[Hook: Jasper]
Cadillacs to Cutlass
Regals, Pontiacs and Chevrolets
We ride, we ride Chevrolets ('let's)
Chevrolets ('let's), Chevrolets ('let's)
Cadillacs to Cutlass
Regals, Pontiacs and Chevrolets
We ride, we ride Chevrolets ('let's)
Chevrolets ('let's), Chevrolets ('let's)

[Verse 1: David Banner]
I got a big '67 'Lac Coupe DeVille
Mississippi on the tag, man that wood on the wheel
That motherfucka change colors like a lizard and shit
55 ridin south, gettin head from a bitch
Matter fact, yo bitch, nigga love it and check it
She like leather to the ass, so I love to ride naked
Right, bang her in the pussy, baby how that feel?
Left hand, swangin free, grippin wood on the wheel
Then I smack her on the ass man, and jump in the Regal
I got some hoes 'cross the river, all up in west, wiggle
Ready to twurk, pop it sick somethin, do it for daddy
I get back, later on ya bitch is washin my Caddy
Spit-shine, waxed up, Armor-All on the tire
Ran the hoes down the throat, cause that mouth so fire
That's where a nigga ride, in the south
You taste a nigga dick, every time you shove ya tongue in her mouth
Ya weak bitch!

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Bun B]
Say man, I'm in the deuce, in the quarter
Fuck with juice, smoke, and water
Actin bad with'cha daughter
Like a real nigga ought'a
What her-what her momma taught her

Keep ya boys toes curled up
But man she be-man she be fuckin ya boy world up
I'm thowed in the streets
I'm thow-thowed in the game
I rock-rock bizintine
Stay blow-blowed in the brain
I'm grippin-grippin on the grain
Like a real south-sider
I bounce and swang-bounce and swang down on them spiders
Partna you think you know, but playa you mistakin
You knew ya seen-knew ya seen the candy paint cakin
Bump back-bump back and recline, trunk-trunk open wide
Woofer-woofer beat'cha dome, it's a-it's about to go
Chrys'a-Chrys' about to po'
You know we-know we got the g's
Real-real "Big Tymers", all a-all about the cheese
So gon-gon' show ya tattoos, and ya gold tooth
We screamin-screamin "Free Pimp C", and flaggin out the roof baby

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Mannie Fresh (Screwed voice)]
Four-fifty-four (Big-block, red stripes-stripes)
Comin through this bitch with them loud ass pipes-pipes
(Any nigga wanna come and get it) Please-please
Breeze by yo ass, with the motherfuckin ease
In the middle of the dark and Interstate sparkin
Call-induction opened up, carbuerator barkin
Pass by the crowd, music real loud
(Every-every thang in my cd-changer for the sound)
Then I do it real good, diamonds on the wood
Oh pissy-ass, sissy-ass lame wish he could
Ride like that, "Diamond in the Back"
Moon-roof top, Brougham Cadillac
Then I pass in my Cut' dawg, screamin out (Fuck y'all)
Roll down the window, hey! Let a pimp pluck off
Acious Clacious Clay has returned
In a Super-Sport Chevy with' a ultra-perm, woo!

[Hook]

[Chorus]
House real-BIG,
Cars real-BIG,
Dick real-BIG,
Everything real-BIG...
Rims real-BIG,
Pockets real-BIG,
Rings real-BIG,
Let me tell u how i live...
Like that? buy that!
24's - ride that
Ladeez, gentlemen, gangstas, pimps...
Bitches, hoes, stunnas, shinahs...
I'm Rich-bitch! I'm a fucking big tyma!

[Verse 1]
King of the hood,
Everything wood,
Look like a forest N dah truck and I'm'ma put..
Matchin soakin set, big open deck,
Hardwood floors, anythang that connect from the front to the back
Drop top that
Six-15's beatin hard in the deck
Push that button
Microwave oven
I'm just gettin started pimp u aint seen nothin
Is that a fish tank burrowed in the mid of the dash
Yeah Pimp' dont put ur fingers on my glass
Got a two lane bowlin' alley up in the truck
And in the other side of the bed
Yeah she wanna get stuff
Clap off lights when u gettin affection
Clap on lights when u findin protection
Now where in the wide (wiiiide) world of gator
Can u find another truck with a plush elevator

[Chorus]
House real BIG,
Cars real BIG,
Dick real BIG,
Everything real BIG...
Rims real BIG,
Pockets real BIG,
Rings real BIG,
Let me tell u how i live...
Like that - buy that
24's - ride that
Ladeez, gentlemen, gangstas, pimps...
Bitches, hoes, stunnas, shinahs...
I'm Rich-bitch! I'm a fucking big tyma!

[Verse 2]
Here i come soo soo riiiide (right on)
And the shoes soo soo wiiiide (dynamite)
Hey yall peep the outfit
Wait a minute, hold up!, just a bit-
(back up workin with a monstah)
Now everybody knows, who gots the shiness clothes
Yall still doing lil league, and I'm in dah pros
And white boys go wow hes my idol (rad!)
And black boys say dude holdin the title
As the king of the south
Workin in and out
And duece, still pimp white teed up in his mouth
I'm the truth from the roots, shorty what u wanna see
Mayn i aint gotta get money mayn, money gett me
Yeah pimpin' still blindin (bliiing!)
Keep'a steve harvey linin' (edge it up)
And I'm'ma leather reclinin (lay back)
Put the music alpinin' , turn it up (BOOM!!BOOM!!)

[Chorus]
House real BIG,
Cars real BIG,
Dick real big,
Everything real BIG...
Rims real BIG,
Pockets real BIG,
Rings real BIG,
Let me tell u how i live...
Like that - buy that
24's - ride that
Ladeez, gentlemen, gangstas, pimps...
Bitches, hoes, stunnas, shinahs...
I'm Rich-bitch! I'm a fucking big tyma!

[Verse 3]
Mooooove!!!!!! lil one, i aint playin'
Landin in the projects in'na big jet plane (rollout!)
In a old blue chevy van
Have your baby momma cookin,rookie- cuz i can't
Man dude on the real??
Broad jocka stunna grillman dude on the real??
Broad jocka stunna grill
I'm about to clown
Puttin it down-yall'
Spin my gutt
So i can show yall shorties how to do donuts
Round and round and round (skirr--skuurr)
This is the part where i give my phone number to all the girls thats hott
Dial 9-7-6, that outside stick, or 8-7-4, shorty show me how it goes
Now how u ever seen a bitch trans truck like that
Now have u ever seen a big broad butt like that (wow)
Pah'dunka-dunk all out of her pants....
With a bow legged cowboys dance (yeeeehaaw!!!)

[Chorus]
House real big
Cars real big
Dick real big
Everything real big
Rims real big
Pockets real big
Rings real big
Let me tell u how i live
Like that buy that
24's ride that
Ladeez gentlement gangstas pimps
Mommas daddys stunnas shinahs
I'm Rich Bitch I'm a fucking big tyma

If you want something to play with
Go and find yourself a toy
Baby, my time is too expensive
And I'm not a little boy

If you are serious
Don't play with my heart, it makes me furious
But if want me to love you
Then, baby, I will, girl, you know I will

Tell it like it is
Don't be ashamed to let your conscience be your guide
But I-I-I-I-I know deep down inside of me
I believe you love me, forget your foolish pride

Life is too short to have sorrow
You may be here today and gone tomorrow
You might as well get what you want
So go on and live, baby, go on and live

Tell it like it is
I'm nothin' to play with, go and find yourself a toy
But I-I-I-I-I
Tell it like it is
My time is too expensive
And I'm not your little boy

[Mannie Fresh]
Ladies and gentlemen (Buh buh buh buh bip)
I have a special guest gangsta (Buh buh buh buh bip)
Back for the first time ya heard (Buh buh buh buh bip)
Along with Fresh

[Raps]
If you's a gangsta homey bop ya head, let 'em hang
I see ya shake it shawty, gon girl, do ya thang
Do the chain, just a watch and a pinky ring
Now everybody come together, join along and sing

[Chorus]
I'm from the ghetto homey
I was raised on bread and bologna
You can't come around here 'cause ya phony
Now keep it movin, move around, get off me
Now keep it movin, move around, get off me (bip)
Now keep it movin, move around, get off me (bip)
Now keep it movin, move around, get off me (bip)
Dudes gotta leave, but you can stay shawty

[Verse 1: B.G.]
Look, you know I been up in the game for a long time (time)
And Imma tell ya homey, it whatn't a easy grind (grind)
Been through this, been through that, been through everything (everything)
But I'm real, so I still manage to do my thing (yep)
I held it down every since I came through the do' (do')
Representin 504 'til the meat show (New Orleans)
You know the underdog always do it big

[Mannie Fresh]
Waaaaannnnhhh, it's the comeback kid

[B.G.]
I'm getting money, looking good, just look at the watch (bling)
Matter fact, take a look in the parking lot (daaammnnn)
I'm representin the blocks from the east to the west (west)
It ain't no secret, down south is the shit (down south)
Yeah, New Orleans gone, yeah, New Orleans fucked (fucked)
But wherever we go you gotta deal wit us (deal wit it)
All my gangstas, put ya hands up (put 'em up)
All my hot girls, back dat ass up (back it up)

[Chorus]

[Verse 2: B.G.]
Look, I try to stay low-key when I'm on the block (block)
But I'm known by name by every cop (every cop)
But I don't care, that's nothin, grind don't stop (don't stop)
I'm on fire, still hustle when the block hot (hot hot hot)
I'm real, so I ain't never ever forgot (unh unh)
Mannie Fresh was the reason that I was so hot
And we again bout to go back to the top (to the top)
We gon have the rap game back on lock (on lock)
I'm a real "G", career ain't near over
Got flooded, still representin VL and Magnolia (VL)
Still represent the whole New Orleans
Get it right and keep it right, I'm the Heart of Tha Streetz
My reputation speak for itself, it's all good
Any state, any block dawg I'm all good
All my gangstas, gon put ya hands up (put 'em up)
And all my hot girls, back dat ass up (back it up)

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: B.G.]
It ain't easy livin where the young die fast (fast)
It's either rap, or take a penitentiary chance (chance)
This rap shit too easy for me to go back
Ten for a piece of crack, fifty to rap on a track
But I ain't lyin, the streets call sometime
I could go to Detroit, sell 'em a thousand a pound
And get 'em for bout two-hunned in H-Town
Forget it, I ain't even goin that route (fuck it)
I just do it like I do it 'cause the streets love it (love it)
I hold it down, never bound, out of state thuggin'
I don't be trippin when the haters go to mean-muggin' (muggin')
I keep a strap in the hand so I keep stuntin' (stuntin')
Now it's known by the whole world who a joke (joke)
He ain't a man, he got dreads you already know (Wayne)
All my gangstas, gon put ya hands up (put 'em up)
And all my hot girls, back dat ass up

[Chorus]

[Baby]
For sure, lil' one
Off top, playboy
Look here
These lil' young jive motherfuckers just jumpin' off the porch
[B.G.]
Let me at 'em
[Baby]
Better catch they motherfuckin' cut, nigga
Look, this block is mine
And I don't need these niggas playin' with our hoes
'Cause they're my hoes (say, playboy)
I done fucked the whole block already, ya understand
[B.G.]
We don't even want you comin' 'round no more
[Baby]
Bitch-ass nigga, catch your cut
We got this shit, wodie
[B.G.]
Gotta hustle
{verse 1}
[Baby + (B.G.)]
Back where I started on my set in black (Uh-huh)
Hopped out the passenger side of my 'Lac (Then what?)
Under my nuts was two ounces of crack (Yeah?)
My lil' nigga, Geezy, say he needed a stack (For sure)
Fronted my lil' wodie a ounce of crack
The bricks look the same, but them youngsters be strapped
From snortin' dope smokin' momo's, and jackin'
Old folks scared that's why they be snappin' (What?)
Callin' the law look (?)
I told the young nigga to learn the mack
Poppin' two, short tape
[B.G.]
Four in the mack
[Baby + (B.G.)]
We hard-headed head bustas
We don't give a fuck - untamed motherfuckers
Jumped off the porch as a young motherfucker (What?)
My mind went dead (What?)
My daddy's dead (What?)
My brother's a dope fiend, I'm duckin' the Fed (You lyin')
Word got around that a nigga was paid (Yeah?)
Supplied the whole uptown - word was said (Yeah?)
With quarters and halves (Yeah?), chickens and bricks (Yeah?)
Bundles of dope and ounces and shit
We drive Bentley's and Jags (What?),Corvettes and bikes (What?)
Two Mercedes Wagons with kits and lights (What?)
(?) and Prowlers (What?), Suburbans and jets (What?)
Twenty-inch momo's with a-thousand a bet (For sure)
(Hook2x [B.G.])
Big Tymers - they g's, too
Them niggas'll creep, too
They'll slang iron where your family sleep, too
Big Tymers - they thug, too
Them niggas sell drugs, too
They don't just stunt - Baby and Fresh'll bust, too
[Mannie Fresh + (B.G.)]
What?
Now, I know you been waitin', playa, all night long (For what?)
For me to say, ""Fuck a bitch,"" in a tight-ass song (What?)
Well, this the one, lil' daddy: fuck that bitch (Fuck her)
Y'all know who I'm talkin' 'bout - she can suck my dick (Eat up)
They want (?) with a nigga when your money come right (For real?)
When shit get bad, them hoes clean outta sight (For real?)
B.G. downed the broad and he passed her to Juvy (What?)
Baby got the bitch, and he put her in a movie
Triple-X rated (Huh?)
Joe Casey say, ""The bitch ate it.""
Our two D.J.'s say, ""The bitch can't be faded.""
Once again, it's on
The bitch jammed up with Stone (Then what?)
Wayne and Turk did the bitch when we left her alone
Then the sharks, nigga (Sharks?)
Yes, the sharks, nigga (Yes, the sharks, nigga)
Fucked the bitch in her ass in the park, nigga (In the park, nigga)
I don't know that lil' nigga, but I'ma pass her to him
Motherfuck that dog ass, jive bitch: Kim
(Hook [B.G.])
Big Tymers don't trust hoes
Big Tymers don't love hoes
After they finished with 'em, them niggas, they'll shove hoes
Big Tymers - they toss hoes
They don't brown-nose
They think they all that, they got the whole clique down them hoes
Big Tymers don't trust hoes
Big Tymers don't love hoes
After they finished with 'em, them niggas, they'll shove hoes
Big Tymers - they toss hoes
Them niggas don't brown-nose
They think they all that, they got the whole clique down them hoes
[Lac]
What, what, what,
We put diamonds, and Rolies, and bracelets, and rings, and
necklace, and pendants, and $'s, and chains, and
twenty's on Bentley's, and Prowlers, and Jaguars
Cadillac's, and Benzes, and Beamer's, and fast cars
Houses and mansions with marble and mink floors
Movie-screen TV's with automatic glass doors
Hoes say they love me, but friendships don't last, though
We rich but we fucked up from shit with the last hoes
The dollar ain't on the chest, the body is still tatted
Ride or die for CMR - get outta line, get battered
Lil' Wheezy more platted
Baby more platted
Big Tymers, Hot Boys, and them sharks - they all gatted
My watch thirty karats - Suga Don the grand-daddy
Rappers, while you're hatin' your car, we now have it
(?) we move packages, (?) jack it
Man stood and rest in piece - head bustas was his jackin'
Dog, when I grow up, I wanna be just like me:
A millionaire, bobbin' his head to a Mannie Fresh beat
And I swear under my shirt, June Miami heat
Around my neck with some fingers'll last 'til January
(Hook3x [B.G.])
Big Tymers stunt very hard
Drive the finest cars
Big Tymers got that work
Got a Impala, and got it hard
Big Tymers - they live in lavish
Neck and the wrist is platted
Every kind of diamond that they got, them niggas have it
[B.G.]
For sure, nigga (For sure, nigga)
B.G. and the fam'
If you gotta be a B.T.
([B.] It's like bein' a H.B.)
A H.B.
([B.] Ya understand)
Ya understand
Ya undersmell that
Ya gotta go get it
Damn, Baby, you're blindin' me, yeah
You're blindin' me, yeah
Boy, you're blindin' me, yeah
You're blindin' me, yeah
([B.] Turk and Lil' Wheezy)
Lil' Wheezy
([B.] To then B.Geezy)
To then B.Geezy, to O.Geezy
How you love that
And it's all good, nigga (It's all good, nigga)
([B.] Get your mind right)
Get your mind right
Big Tymers been doin' this here (Been doin' this here)
Since '92, nigga
Pimpin' ain't easy (Pimpin' ain't easy)
([B.] Been stun'n)
Been stun'n
([B.] Repped out like a motherfucker)
Number-one stunna, nigga
([B.] Uptown New Orleans, nigga)
The world's number-one stunna, and the world's best producer, nigga
The Big Tymers

[lil' wayne]
What, what what, what, huh
Huh, huh, big tymers, huh
Better act like you know it
I be comin wit' it
And you saw wayne from a distance in the expedition
I'm on chrome, 20 inches you know who I be
Oh yes, you know me
4 feet, millionaire, that's h-o-t
Whoa-ty, slow down, you might be a hater
Slippin' 'tal in your drawers, hot boy ______
Get up, cardion, lobster regular
And you can call me on my cell-ular, what?
Celebrate and pop the don p
Beep, that's me that drop the funk beat, uh uh
Me and lil' travis stun'n hard off 'less my daddy grab it
I got a roley on my wrist with 10 karats
And i'ma shine but I'm still bout blastin', huh?
Nigga rollin' short about paper
Bedroom, 2nd floor, in the 'vator
I'm a superstar (star), money makin' pimp
Up in the double r (r), just me and slim
I'm getting cheesed by the milk stackin' cake, boy
Cash money, how you luv that, playboy (playboy)?

Don't hate me, baby cause I'm beautiful 3x
How you luv that, playboy?

[verse 2]
We go lights, action, camera
We here to hammer ya
Go ask pamela or your baby momma lil' tamera
Feel like a samurai or zorro
Rich niggas don't borrow
Cut a check or wait til the bank open tomorrow
Look at ya sorrow, ends gotta meet, kids gotta eat
While we make a meal, rhymin' in and out of beat
Am I to see shit? don't even look for it, it's way off
Concerts sellin' out like chicago bulls playoffs
So stay off the ground cause it's dangerous, whoa-ty
Too many riches, these bitches don't, won't hang with us, whoa-ty


It's a gang of us, whoa-ty
You see one everywhere you go, ain't no thang with us, whoa-ty
You get it either it show
We go to the bank so much, bitch, we got a bedroom
With hoes countin' money and giving niggas head, room
So when you hear the leg boom, bitch you better get somewhere
Somebody gettin' hit somewhere, butt on the run, startin' shit somewhere,
Playboy

[chorus]
Don't hate me, baby cause I'm beautiful
These flashy cars ain't new to y'all
Don't hate me, baby cause I'm beauiful
These flasy cars ain't new to y'all, playboy

[verse 3]
I got these niggas takling about this black-on-black hummer
I scored that last summer
But this year playboy, I'm gonna stretch that motherf**ker
I bought a yukon for my main bitch with my newborn
Pictures of other ol' ladies suckin' on my dick
While you be loving the stupid bitch
Now I guess I been playing with about 10 million and something
These hoes been giving me they pussy like it ain't nothing
Going to the club with 10 g's and a bar tab that's all on baby
Lettin' these hoes and niggas drank for free
Playgirl but you gotta understand one thang, that shit all on cash money
Well here's another case, where this hoe sprayed mace in my face
Cause I wouldnt give this hoe no plate
Tellin' me I think my shit don't stank cause I got a benz, a hummer, a lexus
And a penthouse that say "hoe hater"
With tatoos with number one stunner
With billionaire on my left arm, and millionaire on my right arm
Bitches be lovin' this gold grill, homey
I spent 20 g's on my earrings, homey
Nigga, I aiin't met a nigga who could drop a beat like fresh
And I ain't met a nigga that could out shine me
See I gotta clip that called pussy-go getters
Now playboy, these hoes be lovin' these cash money niggas

[chorus then talk til the end]

[B.G.]
Baby gangsta got an A.K.
With 50 shots for that ass
We play it raw on V.L.
If you lame you can't last
No hesitation in my trigga finga is to blast
Any false move will leave a nigga on their back
Wodie I'm young but strictly bout my cash
Fuck petty check I want it in thousand dollar stash
I'm a nigga that's on the grind for six figures
I'm a chilla but bring me out my back I'm always splita
You kill me it really don't matter to lil B.Geezy
It's cool whoa I'm waitin' to see my nigga L.Teezy
No bullshittin' I fuck bitches by the pack
Hoes be wishin' to watch t.v's in the Expedition
Me and Lil Wayne keep it real like we supposed to
It's a few niggas carros (???) that i get close to
Any other I put a slug above their shoulder
It ain't no secret I represent uptown soldiers

[Lil Wayne]

Now I be gettin' down and dirty from the U.P.T.
Nigga try to test bless his soul he rest in peace
You mess with me and you will see how messy it be
Lil Wayne hat tipped Dickies fall to my feet
I done went a lot of places
The same nigga that be jumpin' out some cases
Yes I pull up in my Compresser (Mmm-hmm)
You seen me earlier in the Lexus
That's how we do it
What, got something against me and my cash money brothers
Yeah I thought but nigga know that I'm a young head buster
I come to tear this mother...Don't say that
I keep it real like a mamasita don't play that
What's happenin' Shipa (???)
Hot Boy gangsta rap writer
I write your crew when you spit but my beats tighter
My nigga Fresh come with tracks that'll move you
He hit you with the *erre-check-erre-check* One-Two
(Ha Ha)
Now wait what where my guns at
Where all my niggas who ready to bust back
Now check this look:
I don't think you niggas ripped ever what I can bring
20 or 30 bullets close range to your frame
This h-o-t-b-o-y-u-p-t be where I'm found
*inhales* Smoke on a pound and come to tear your
neighborhood down
Look here neggey you think you really ready?
No, I hit make 'em sick like a *choghs* bad cold
Lil Doogey and I ride the 4 by 4 shh
Nigga I'm too fast you can't slow my roll What

[Mannie Fresh]

Whoa Kemosabe, Big ballin is my hobby
2 bitches in the room 2 bitches in the lobby
Baby what!? Tear this motherfucker up
You don't want it in your mouth put it in your butt
Breathe it up like town
I represent down
7 ward nigga with a mean-mug frown
Knock a bitch out, then wake a bitch up
Then knock a bitch out again
Y'all pick the bitch up
I ask a bitch like Mia
How the fuck you gonna see a
Bad ass mad ass captain bitch beater (MMMM)
What's the difference between me and your pipes
Please, 20 G's you dick suckin' morphodites
I got the brand new car the Downtown Superstar
Saint Bernard to DeVille nigga you know who i are
Project pecker, scatter site wrecker
Comin' out your 'Bauds hoes y'all wait a second
How the fuck you gonna kill this
These bitches love the willist (realist)
Ask your pa who the man (Mannie in old man's voice)
I ain't gonna lie, he the realist

[Lil Wayne]

Y'all niggas ain't ready for us
Get your guns up
We come and tear it up (what)
Y'all niggas ain't ready for us
Get your guns up
We come and tear it up (what)
These niggas ain't ready for us (huh)
Y'all niggas ain't ready for us (what)
These niggas ain't ready for us
6 figures hot boys cash money brothers (uh-uh)
These niggas ain't ready for us (what)
These niggas ain't ready for us
We come to (what)
Put your guns up
We come to (what)
Tear this mother up (huh)

Awww man, Man I sure believe this one here man, gon' be so beautiful
I know everyone out there gon' hafta love this one, ya heard that?

(Verse 1)
Now, who the fuck cars for days
Crazy hoes and momos with the 20 inch blaze
Picture me and the missus driving Expeditious
The backstabbin' friends blowin' kisses
Chrome-struck bitches, wood grain wenches
Leather seats, la la la, anything else itches
I done done it, the Bubble IGS 300
Anything else around here, playboy I run it
Bought the black Yukon, new Storm, microwave with futons
She not white, unh unh, she Cub-an
Karats on my fingers, fuckin' R&B singers
1998 Lexus, dickslangers
Nuts-hang-us from South American
Don Perrion, Mil cousin, move on
Can you top-uh
Nigga with a Calico to helicopter
Move, shake, shove that
Ask yourself nigga, "How you luv that?"

(Chorus)
How you luv that? 20 cars on chrome, nigga
How you luv that? 20 shows in the dome, nigga
How you luv that? 20 hot girls to bone, nigga
How you luv that? BRRTTT! 20 Primeco phones (x2)

(Verse 2)
Nigga, how you gon' tell me that shit ain't changed
When niggas used to play curls now the playin' braids
And In my crib I got an elevator fuckin' with these hoes heads
With alligator pillows cases in my bed
I gotta scream, "Cheese-y" so bad
Playboy, I had to get approval from the city and the motherfuckin' feds
I said fuck these white folks 'til I'm dead
Cause I'ma ball 'til I fall and spend 20 G's at the mall
Now playboy, you can tell me how you luv that
I bought my son a rolex with diamonds embezzle
When 9 months, a Cash Money medallion with 20 diamonds in each letter, son
So peep this, nigga
I got a million dollars worth of cars all on chrome, can you compete with
this?
That's beautiful, these 6 ties with that Range Rover
Earrings costing 15 G's with T.V.'s
Nigga, I'm trying to put a screen on the hood of the Humvee
With my face on top, nigga, can you see me?
I got so much money, I'll never do time
I'll play them white bitches like they play me at all times
I got 20 G's to put on they leather seat
Or for all the coke chargin', 3-time felon on one rap sheet
What the fuck I look like? Choppin' tree and pickin' cotton
When I should be fuckin' hoes and money clockin'
I'ma Big Tymer, ask Lac, you can believe that
Playboy, nigga, tell me how you luv that?

(Chorus)

(Juvenile)
Baby, what you mean that Juvenile ain't bout matin'?
You besta get yo' mind right and go ahead with that hea-din'
What? You must think these diamonds ain't real or sumpin, huh?
All of this shinin' gon' get me killed for nothin' huh?
Nigga, fuck that, I'ma ball 'til I fall from Carolton by the lake to General
Digaul
So baby, buy me Cristal, shiny jewel
Hit the caddilac, 2 wheel with 20 inches
Rolex with diamond bezzles, 20 G cel
My floor shinin' from mar-ble, cross-connect
In my position, we make nothin' but G's
If you rich, then you belong got CMB
Don't hate us nigga, cause we beatiful, nigga please
You think I'm stun'n now, just wait 'til I come back with them keys
Niggas fear this, they hate, but they don't come near this
I done wrote a song about the bitches, you wanna hear this?
They say Juvenile, you motherfucker, you off the heesy
I got these hoes pussy poppin' tell they cheesy and greasy
Can you see me in that Bubble I, how you luv that?
Can you see me in that BMW-ah, how you luv that?

(Chorus the Lil' Wayne talks til end)

Whazzup
This the life nigga
Check

Lil' Wayne:

I got ten round my neck, twenty on my wrist
Million dollar luck ah, million dollar kiss
Pull up in my Lexus, sippin on Dom P
Call me lil' baby but you ain't know it was C.M.B.
I floss everyday wooday
Knowin to shine like a crushed wined face Roley
What the deal on the real it's all about scrill
Pretty grills, pretty broads, and plenty mills ah
Ridin to myself up in my baby benz
Playin tens, goin shoppin with my lady friends
Flyin to Nashville, me and bob splittin eighty
Then I chill on Washatona with Slim and Baby
See the $ on my back symbolize my click
See the $ around my neck symbolize we rich
Always wonderful, but Baby gotta see it to believe it
All this ice and rich heights man it's off the heezy
Fifteen and I'm workin wit a hundred and better
And you can put that on my diamond Gucci bezel
What

Chorus:(x2)
I got ten around my neck (mm mm)
And baguettes on my wrist (*Bling*)
See we ball till we fall (la la)
Livin a millionaires dream (wootay)

Verse 2:
Since I done hit me a lick, I done got some shit
That most niggas out chere can't fuck wit
Sixty- Five on rims to get they mind right
Then took the Cash Money piece and put twenty all night
Now I'ma ball till I fall if it kills a bitch
Check the crown of the Roley from the flick to the wrist
Six figures ain't enough for this game that I'm in
If I can make a hundred G's then I can make a million
Rice and Baby in a loader fuckin around with them hoes
Me and Slim was parlaying makin deals in the rose
Wayne and Manny in a hummer spit 'n game to a bitch
B.G. and Juvi in a benz bumpin hot boys this
Big Tymers oh it's nothing nice I ain't sellin for shit
If it's a Bentley that I want, it's a Bentley I get
Drop-top, CD changer, come equipped with the phone
Cash Money Big Tymers and we ride on chrome
Playa Haters want to picture me fallin'
If you could picture 'Pac rollin, then you can picture me ballin
Living good, lookin good, playin cards with the ???
CMR Hot Boys Big Tymers for life, nigga
Yeah we drinkin diamonds and gold For the nine scrilla, biatch (echo)

(Chorus)

Baby
Nigga I got million stashed so I can buy these buildings
And duck these killings
And tipping these niggas tryina have billions
I just wanna raise my two children
Going to these white folks and demandin millions
Havin 'em saying Cash Money worth figures
And tippin 'em just like Suge Knight did 'em
And I done did my dirt in the process tryna' make millions
See I done did a lot of shit in my lifetime
Like, makin money, committing these stupid crimes
But I still got my ghetto stripes
When I'm pimp in the game
Cuz, I love to hustle all through the night
Cuz, when I hit my block it's like the Pope done stopped
I have them lil' children sayin, "Baby please don't stop"
Worth six figures and I'm rich and these hoes and right
Hustlin all night so Lil' Bryan can eat right
I'm going holla at my people in Melph to make sure shit right
??? so I'ma cruise to the next life Me and Bryan got to bitches we goin fuck tonight
If they don't give up the pussy hotel they get left tonight
That's how it be worth some G's
Man you can play them hoes like they ain't worth shit
You dig

(Baby Talking)

(Chorus)

Manny:
Young niggas wearin cracka gators
All my life eatin steak and potatoes
Valet please get the beige Mercedes
It's beautiful, la la, don't hate us
Back up for the most spectacular, cake stackular
Performance like Acura, got these stayin like Dracula
Vroom, how you like that diamond bezel
Blindin everything up in this bitch when I hit the shiny pedal
It's marvelous, the life I live
Smile pretty child got plenty Crystal to give
Rolex's for everyday of the week
Blowin gars in all kinds of cars will my brother Keith
Steaks and fetuccini, lil' girls in bikinis
Maybe Baby might let me use his beige Lamborghini
Givin all these project hoes the weenie
On radios and videos y'all hoes seen me
Life styles of the rich and richer
Look on any bad bitch wall you goin see my picture
Wildlife on my feet everyday of the week
Now how that shit hit you
Look here Baby I'ma get wit you

[Baby]
Now I'm feeling good and fine
Smokin green and drinkin wine
Ten thousand dollars at the bar (all on baby)
I guess that makes me a super-duper star
Drinkin ripple and tangarae
A brand new drink I call it bri-barae

(Chorus)
My life is beautiful
(Livin that good life)
It's just beautiful
(Livin that good life)(2x)

[Baby]
Take me baby to the motel
When we're finished you can go tell
Teresa, Lisa, and Dawn
How we got butt-naked and got it on
How I split ya, hit ya and brung ya home
Stole ya chains and rings and herenbone

(Chorus)

(Hook)
Dont hate me baby cause I'm beautiful
These flashy cars aint new to y'all(2x)

[Spoken : Baby]
How you love that 1998
Thats Big Tymer style
There's a lot of these niggas baller blockin
Standin in the way
Cause I'm gone shine
All the time
How you love that (yeah)
On the bass
Funky Fingaz can I get a woday
On the keys just woday (woday)
Just woday (woday)
Big woday (woday)
Take it to the bridge take it to the bridge

(Bridge)
Just rollerskate rollerskate
Dont player hate player hate(2x)

(Chorus)

[Spoken : Baby]
This here is platinum material
Just light, light-weight track
How you love that
It's gorgeous out here
I'm a neighborhood superstar
I'd rather be young rich and local
Than nationwide and broke bro
All the time (all the time)
All the time
Y'all can say what you want about me
I got this man
Drinks is on me
Everybody order something, drinks on me
Everything on me (moet, moet)
I love myself
I love myself, I love myself
Shouts out to the whole city
The broads alright but the niggas pretty

[Baby]
And these hoes still lickin niggas earrings and shit, diamonds and shit
Nigga break it up, rock it up, bake it up
That's what homeboys do when they tryin to see somethin
Nigga shake it up, warm it up, cut it up
Playboy, won't you help a nigga come and move somethin
Nigga tint it up, rim it up, paint it up
That's what Cash Money do when they go and buy somethin
Nigga spend it up, drink it up, throw it up
That's the Cash Money modo, we don't give a motherfuck
Nigga shoot it up, boot 'em up, snort it up
That's what homeboys do when they beefin or somethin
Nigga makem' up, stack it up, jack it up
That's what playboys do when they come up on somethin
Nigga ice it up, dress it up, bezel it up
That's what Cash Money do when they lexin or somethin
Hoes suck it up, lick it up, drank it up
That's what hoes be doin tryin to come up on somethin

[Wayne & Mannie]
Tell me what kinda
Nigga got diamonds that'll, "BLING", blind ya
Tell me what kinda
Nigga wear Roleys that'll out-shine ya
Tell me what kinda
Nigga got diamonds that'll, "BLING", blind ya
Tell me what kinda
Nigga wear Roleys that'll out-shine ya

[Lil Wayne]
Now now, it's Lil Weezy steppin on the gas, so smash
I don't mean to drive fast but I'm in a Jag
Catch me speedin up the block flossin, showin my golds
Wit me drop top ridin 'til me ??? explode
Got a vehicle wit games in it
30 thousand dollar Rolex wit Wayne in it
Got a Benz and a truck, 20 on my feets
Plus a house by the beach that I barely see
Man this the life behind the wheel of a Diablo doin 90
Boltin my doors up so that you can see me shinin
Tymer tymer, think you can phase, not hardely
I'm still a rider, and I tote K's, can't harm me
I pass ya block up, ya son amazed, but I'm sorry
It aint my damn that ya'll aint never saw a Ferrari
But you can check it, I aint gon' even much sweat it
I'm headed to the casino wit 3 G's doin better

[Wayne & Mannie]
Tell me what kinda
Nigga got diamonds that'll, "BLING", blind ya
Tell me what kinda
Nigga wear Roleys that'll out-shine ya
Tell me what kinda
Nigga got diamonds that'll, "BLING", blind ya
Tell me what kinda
Nigga wear Roleys that'll out-shine ya

[Mannie Fresh]
You could take the ugliest broad in yo city
Dress her up and make the ugly duck look pretty
Me? number one pimp, playa
>From the Himalaya, broads love the way I say a...
Mack-a-docious super knockout rap
Sittin in the club wit ya bitch in my lap
Now that's a cap
Guess who's comin to dinner
Captain weenie wit a beenie, best believe he fin' to
Stick a pickle dead up in yo mouth
Work it in and out
If you gon' scream, then scream, if you gon' shout, then shout
Your name should be "oh" 'cause the thangs you do
Or suck that pickle, yeah, dat thang fit you
Ya yuckey don't miss a dropped star
I love it when ya do me in back of the car
You's a hot heated porno shooter, sex tooter
Barracuda, standin in the nud-a
Girl you da, reason why my dick standin heavy
Fuckin in the Chevy
House, lake in front levy
I want to dedicate this song to all the [edited] and they belly