Mannie Fresh

(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))

(feat. Black-Ty & Manny Fresh)

You niggas is about to witness some next level shit
Black-Ty, Mannie Fresh
Hey lets go man

Yo, Freshly Snipes and Black-Ty, on your ass
One more time, bring it nigga, hey!

(Black-Ty)
Said you wanna be a baller
More than likely all the niggas in the hood wanna be just like me
Dress just like me
Push up in a whip this pricey
Keep up a hoe stash and call them all wifey
Watch me get busy when they come to this mic shit
I talk shit
I'm quick to back it up with the quickness
And you wanna try to put me to the test
I'ma take over the South with my nigga Mannie Fresh
And yes, he was exposed to Black-Ty
Got in right away, next day, press play
The rest is history
Man I'm feelin unstoppable like O.J. in his prime
Pushin through the front line
So move bitch
I keep a lotta hoes cuz I'm smooth bitch
Even niggas thats been rollin w/ Mannie for years
Is mad that they didnt get a track like his

(Mannie Fresh)
Hey nigga hey nigga, what it is what it is
If you wanna live longer mind your biz
Cuz a mind is a terrible thing to waste
And a 9 is a terrbile thing to face
Shut the fuck up, turn up the bass
Now move muthafucker, get out my space
Hey shawty hey shawty, really though really thought
If you wanna fuck with me let me know let me know
Because a mind is terrible thing to waste
And a 9 is a terrible thing to face
Shut the fuck up turn up the bass
Now move muthafucker get out my space

(Black-Ty)
Now I know you never heard it quite like this
Cuz the beat in the trunk and the flow so sick
From the west coast to down south
They keep Black-Ty in their moutch
Cuz they know what I'm about
I aint about no games
I got 14 years in the game
And its all the same
I see a bunch of new-money niggas
Shoppin in the mall
Showin off with their ran-through broads
I feel sorry for you niggas
You dont know know better
Still wet behind the ears
trickin off the cheddar
Thinkin that you're ballin man
You better watch it
They'll get ya for your money man

(Mannie Fresh)
Hey nigga hey nigga, what it is what it is
If you wanna live longer mind your biz
Cuz a mind is a terrible thing to waste
And a 9 is a terrbile thing to face
Shut the fuck up, turn up the bass
Now move muthafucker, get out my space
Hey shawty hey shawty, really though really thought
If you wanna fuck with me let me know let me know
Because a mind is terrible thing to waste
And a 9 is a terrible thing to face
Shut the fuck up turn up the bass
Now move muthafucker get out my space

(Black-Ty)
Do you really wanna see me disappearin like Hudini
Go tell Asini to come see me
I'm Black-Ty fo-sheezy
And I aint laughin homes
When Black-Ty come on its like a danger zone
I aint changed, I just changed my name and added a hyphen
Stop claimin to be a real MC when you aint writin
I came to make you step your ball game up
I stay shinin so you better step your card game up
So move bitch
Of course I keep a lot of hoes cuz I'm smooth bitch
Even niggas thats been rollin w/ Mannie for years
Is mad that they didnt get a track like his

(Mannie Fresh)
Hey nigga hey nigga, what it is what it is
If you wanna live longer mind your biz
Cuz a mind is a terrible thing to waste
And a 9 is a terrbile thing to face
Shut the fuck up, turn up the bass
Now move muthafucker, get out my space
Hey shawty hey shawty, really though really thought
If you wanna fuck with me let me know let me know
Because a mind is terrible thing to waste
And a 9 is a terrible thing to face
Shut the fuck up turn up the bass
Now move muthafucker get out my space.

[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

[Juvenile]
Listen,
It's a fresh package I got - why not move it
Keepin' it in the house 'll have the Feds locked to it
Business as usual is goin' on in the slums
We want the whole cake, nigga - we don't want no crums
Stupid shit - we avoid it
Dope - we exploit it
Had our shit tight bitches done destroyed it
Now niggas gettin' out lookin' for employers
Made a deal with the D.A. and the lawyer
Swearin' he would never tell - put it on his daughter
Sayin' he was outta town - nigga crossed the border
Should've bust his head, but I don't need the heat
I'll send another nigga out to handle beef for me
It's a test 'cause I've been given him a ki a week
Let me see what they gon' do up on the streets for me
And if he hand me his business, I'ma make sure he's straight
The only nigga out the project Magnolia with weight

(Hook [Turk])
Nigga, we hustle hustle everyday, all day
Get our grind on in the project hallway
Nigga try to hit a hustle, they get burnt with a K
Hot Boys and Big Tymers - they surely don't play

We hustle hustle everyday, all day
Get our grind on in the project hallway
Nigga try to hit a hustle, they get burnt with a K
Hot Boys and Big Tymers - they surely don't play

[B.G.]
Started out with a seven-gram quarter, flipped to half-a-ounce
Tryin' to keep clothes on my daughter and food in her mouth
It don't stop from sun-up to sun-down - I'm on the grind
In two weeks I was workin' a 16-25
Tryin' to get it - only thing in my vision is ballin'
Jumpin' out a 500-S class on brodders
So you only had a nickel like me hustlin' hard
'Fore I knew I was workin' four ounces and two quarters
Not a taker I'm scarred from (? ?)
Swore he was gon' front just bringin' his shit
Now I got a quarter ki - broke it down to six and two quarters
It's cooked already - I got these niggas runnin' like water
Slowly, I'm comin' up - scorin' a ounce since fronted nine
Had this nigga - only said what they workin', the block is mine
Got hustlin' skills in my blood - come from my pa
That's how I know the game 'cause at a young age I was taught

(Hook2x [Turk])
We hustle hustle everyday, all day
Get our grind on in the project hallway
Nigga try to hit a hustle, they get burnt with a K
Hot Boys and Big Tymers - they surely don't play

[Baby]
Brother, you my hustler, and K.C. my killer
Michael, (?), Curl, y'all lay back and peep these niggas
Dubbed all and wide open (whatever) whatever, my nigga
Big (?) grab the glock out to shoot, my nigga
Then if it go down, I know you're ridin', nigga
But it's cool - I lost some hot boys, my nigga
But I'm a fool untamed by the children in this game
Tre, go grab them things, we gon' get paid, man
Joe Casey know a nigga wan' buy some things
I start in the hood, I keep it real with my goods
Lac, hurry up back, I know a nigga wan' buy some crack
Smack a whole brick on that bitch when it come back
Stone, you play the cuts and watch my back
Magnolia Shorty, take these stacks and meet me at the shack
I'm 'bout to go to a car lot on veterans, black
And buy that new black-on-black 2G Cadillac

(Hook [Turk])
Nigga, we hustle hustle everyday, all day
Get our grind on in the project hallway
Nigga try to hit a hustle, they get burnt with a K
Hot Boys and Big Tymers - they surely don't play

We hustle hustle everyday, all day
Get our grind on in the project hallway
Nigga try to hit a hustle, they get burnt with a K
Hot Boys and Big Tymers - they surely don't play

[Mannie Fresh]
What
What
What
Remember when shit was a easy task
Back in the days that passed
When bitches use to cut class
Just to let a dumb nigga hit that ass
Now everything fucked up
Sure virgin pussy gon' cost you a-hundred bucks
Nigga, that use to be the man shit outta luck
Young niggas walkin' 'round with that duck
Some say, "Play with your nose."
Some say, "Fuck them hoes."
Some say, "You're fat. Work out and get a six-pack."
I say, "Fuck all that, I'd rather have six facts."
Young niggas done drove me to pack a heater
Fuck drawin' up the meat beaters
They tryin' to defeat us
Move us out and delete us
Erase us niggas from the face of the earth
Put your dick in the dirt
No how, no way, daddy, it won't work
I refuse to be a statistic
DNA ballistic
With a closed casket
'Cause some young nigga blasted my brains on the side
Lil' daddy, I'ma swing wide and let everything out here feel me
You ain't gon' do it - old age gon' kill me

(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

[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]

[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]

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}

* 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

* 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

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)

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)

[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

[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

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

[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)

(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)

(Baby {talking})
Believe it, playboy
You know we the # 1 stunnas
How you diggin' that, nigga
Look, look-

(Baby {verse 1})
Went to Miami - bought a Lam', and sure 'nough
My Bentley, Fresh Bentley on twenty-inch dubs
Monte Carlo's, Cadillac's, and Jags
If it ain't a V-8, that shit ain't fast
Vettes, Vipers, trucks, and bikes
Pullin' all that shit out on a Sunday night
Neighborhood superstars, cars, and broads
Everybody wan' fuck a Hot Boy
Mercedes trucks
Lexus trucks
Cadillac trucks
All the best for your buck
Six TV's with DVD's
Twenty-G's worth of sound so a nigga can hear me
We shine and floss
We pay the boss
Ten-G's a night - we buyin' the ball
But one thing, nigga: things ain't changed
Find me at a second line doin' my thing
I'm rockin' ice
I pocket pipe
Corner pocket goin' down - we gon' be there tonight
It's wall-to-wall
Killers and dogs
Niggas actin' crazy - they ready to ball
They shoutin' at 'Nolia, shoutin' at Melph
Shoutin' at Yo, everybody to the south
They shoutin' at 'Nolia, shoutin' at Melph
They shoutin' at Yo, everybody to the south
See, a 3rd ward nigga don't play that shit
You get outta line, we'll kill you quick
See, a 3rd ward nigga don't play that shit
You get outta line we'll kill you quick

(Hook (Baby + Mannie Fresh)
(Baby) Vettes, Vipers, trucks, and bikes
Pullin' all that shit out on a Sunday night
(Fresh) Cutlass, Monte Carlo's, and Regals still
Shorty, shit don't stop - nigga, keep it real

(Baby) Look, Vettes, Vipers, trucks, and bikes
Pullin' all that shit out on a Sunday night
(Fresh) Cutlass, Monte Carlo's, and Regals still
Nigga, shit don't stop - playa, keep it real

(Lil' Wayne)
Look,
Now who Whee?
The nigga ridin' top-down in the two-seat
You see more diamonds than they got on Blue Streak
You know it's Lil' Wheezy goin' off
Slim and Baby bought him somethin' new he showin' off
I will buy Bentley - body real wide
Sixteen with no license - still drive
That's a wild fella
Watch your wife - I'll sell her
I'm up in the 2000 Kompressor - loud yellow
Dubs on skinnies - yeah, killin' ya
Pop the hood, souped up with a twelve-cylinder
Niggas ridin' big body Benz - stop it
I'll pull up next to 'em in a Lam' - top this
I know they be like, "Man, them boys got to stay home."
Different color Hummers lookin' like a box of crayons
Open up the back - sound got they damn head achin'
Me - I'm in the back seat playin' a Playstation
What!

(Hook (Baby + Mannie Fresh)
(Baby) Vettes, Vipers, trucks, and bikes
Pullin' all that shit out on a Sunday night
(Fresh) Cutlass, Monte Carlo's, and Regals still
Nigga, shit don't stop - playa, keep it real

(Baby) Look, Vettes, Vipers, trucks, and bikes
Pullin' all that shit out on a Sunday night
(Fresh) Cutlass, Monte Carlo's, and Regals still
Wodie, shit don't stop - we gon' keep it real

(Mannie Fresh)
That remote - hand it here
Trucks with chandeliers
He don't have America Online up in here
Lay it down when I park it
Iceberg carpet
Standin' 'cross the street sayin', "Watch me start this."
Ascursion from thirty feet away
Lil' niggas go and say, "How the fuck he did that?"
"You heard where he live at?"
"Piranhas and iguanas - marble and glass."
"The bottom of his swimmin' pool said, 'KISS MY ASS'."
Niggas motherfuck it
I take the St. Bernard project and gut it
and make it into one big crib
And when you pass in separate ward, scream out,
"That's where Mannie Fresh live!"
Three-piece livin' room set in the back of the Caddy
Plus the alarm that say, "I love you, Daddy."
VCR - nigga, please - unhook it
Run the DVD when the satellite crooked
Honey, what you mean you ain't never seen
a big-screen in the back of the Navigator that's green?
Chromed-out amplifiers
Twenty-two inch tires
I don't want them - I want the fiber optic wires
I'm so hot I'm responsible for forest fires

(Baby)
What?

(Mannie Fresh)
How you love that

(Hook (Baby + Mannie Fresh)
(Baby) Vettes, Vipers, trucks, and bikes
Pullin' all that shit out on a Sunday night
(Fresh) Cutlass, Monte Carlo's, and Regals still
Wodie, shit don't stop - we gon' keep it real

(Baby) Look, Vettes, Vipers, trucks, and bikes
Pullin' all that shit out on a Sunday night
(Fresh) Cutlass, Monte Carlo's, and Regals still
Wodie, shit don't stop - y'all keep it real

(Baby) Look, Vettes, Vipers, trucks, and bikes
Pullin' all that shit out on a Sunday night
(Fresh) Cutlass, Monte Carlo's, and Regals still
Shorty, shit don't stop - let's keep it real

(Baby) Vettes, Vipers, trucks, and bikes
Pullin' all that shit out on a Sunday night
(Fresh) Cutlass, Monte Carlo's, and Regals still
Man, shit don't stop - keep it real

(Mannie Fresh + Baby) {talking})
(Fresh)
Understand
We gon' keep this real
Goin' into 2001 on up to 3000
I'ma (?), I ain't goin' nowhere

(Baby)
For sure, Fresh
Without a doubt, playboy

(Fresh)
I meant that shit
Ball 'til you fall

(Baby)
Believe that, nigga

(Fresh)
They gon' clone my ass
It's gon' be (B.) Huh?) about eight of me, you see what I'm sayin'

(Baby)
Without a doubt

(Fresh)
They can't get rid of me
Feel that shit
And I'm gone
You can't kiss me, but you can kiss my chain
(B.) Without-)
You can kiss my watch
(B.) Lick the ice)
You can kiss my belt
(B.) Lick the ice)
You can kiss my shoes
But don't put your lips on me
(B.) Ice everywhere)
It ain't like that

(Baby)
We gon' dip 'em platinum, playboy

(Fresh)
{blows kiss} Ahhh, good night

(Baby)
Dip one up
We gon' dip one up platinum
Right now
If y'all can see, you gon' see
nothin' but a brown-skin nigga
dip platinum
Grill platinum
Nothin' but ice
Nothin' but ice
Ice everywhere
Ten karats in my grill
And I keeps it real
How you love that nigga

(B.G.)
What's happenin', nigga
B.Geezy, Baby, Mannie Fresh, nigga
Big Tymers, nigga
You know we be stun'n our ass off, ya heard me

(Bling, -ling, -ling)
You know me and my clique stand out
It's bling-a-ling every time we stick our hand out
Eyes can't take it - motherfuckers turn they head around
I gotta laugh 'cause the neck, too, look like a glass house
Man, that ice the motherfucker
Don't forget the whip - twenty-inches and TV's
Navigation system, Dreamcast, all in the Bentley
Everyday of the week I be jumpin' in somethin' different
Bikes, Lexus Trucks - everyday I be switchin'
My big round, Baby, taught me how to lay my stunt down
Come 'round the corner once, leave, switch up, come back around
You know how it go down on a Sunday uptown
Wrist hangin' out the window of the Jag with the top down
Later on that evenin', corner pocket off the chain
But I advise you: don't come around without that thing
'Cause them vultures be out and believe they be jackin'
But they know I'm a made nigga - I still be stuntastic

(Hook - 2x (B.G.)
It's stuntastic
Straight out the plastic
If they got drastic
Big Tymers is off the heezy
It's ballerific
Cash Money gifted
It's very hard to look at them princess cuts 'cause they be glistenin'

(Baby)
I ride top-notch shit, nigga, all the hot shit
On a Sunday I pull out all my drop-top shit
I be stun'n
Step in the club and buy the vault
I know them hoes be lookin' - that's why I play this game raw
It's just in me to be the nigga that I be
Call me Atrice, call me Bryan, Bubble, or B.
You know who I am
You know Cash Money my fam'
Who else could it be with me and Geezy spinnin' that Lam'
Rockin' that ice, poppin' that cham'
Jumpin' out in front a warehouse dressed in Hot Boy wear
Glock on my side - you know we ain't gettin' checked at the door
Get outta line, we leave a nigga brains on the dance floor
Back to the coffee cup and drop the ice
Shake it up
When it come out, it's gon' fuck your eyes up
Like I said last time: I don't need no introduction
I'm the number-one when it come down to the stun'n

(Hook - 2x (B.G.)
It's stuntastic
Straight out the plastic
If they got drastic
Big Tymers is off the heezy
It's ballerific
Cash Money gifted
It's very hard to look at these princess cuts 'cause they be glistenin'

(Mannie Fresh)
Lil' one, I been paid
Two-thousand-ten escalade
Did I tell you how the seats made
Crocodile and mink suede
I touch y'all niggas' arms with candy-coated choppers
I fed these hoes fettuccini while you was feedin' 'em whoppers
I could take the ugliest bitch and turn her into somethin'
And take a whack-ass track and have that bitch bumpin'
Nigga, Liberacci ain't got nothin' on me
I got one diamond, and one ring bigger than your whole future, g
Shorty, you ain't heard the news? I'm ridin' on twenty-twos
I take the groom bride and give that hoe the blues
My neck on another level
My life on another level
Alright, you got a Benz - and, nigga, I'm pushin' the space shuttle
Bitch, please
My bank account Hercules

(B.G.)
It's, zero, zero, zero, comma, zero, (comma),
stop (stop), freeze (freeze)

(Mannie Fresh)
Whatever you got, lil' daddy, believe me - I been had it
It's just in my life and my nature and my way to be stuntastic

(Hook - 3x (B.G.)
It's stuntastic
Straight out the plastic
If they got drastic
Big Tymers is off the heezy
It's ballerific
Cash Money gifted
It's very hard to look at these princess cuts 'cause they be glistenin'

(B.G.)
Nigga,
We ballerific and stuntastic, ya heard me
Baby, Mannie Fresh, B.Geezy
You dig
Stun'n 'til we can't stunt no motherfuckin' more, nigga
Reppin' 'til we can't rep no motherfuckin' more, nigga
Huntin' 'til we can't hunt no motherfuckin' more, nigga
From Lamborghinis to Bentley's to Ferrari's to Jaguars to Hummers
To whatever you got - we got it and then some
Ya heard me
From princess cuts to baguettes
to whatever kind of diamonds they got, we got it, nigga
It don't stop, ya heard me
Cash Money, nigga, got the rap game on lock
How you love that
Baby, Mannie Fresh - they got that work, nigga
And I got that pistol under my shirt, nigga
Yeah slip up if you want
You get put sixty feet under the dirt, nigga
CMR-a, Hot Boys, Cash Money

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

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 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)

Juvenile:
I put my trust in myself and my 9 first
Y'all niggaz second, third, and fourth because I'm first
Can't you tell I never had nothin'
Down to my last 5 dollars, ready to snatch somethin'
If them people catch me I'm goin' to jail fo' sho'
My old lady ain't gon' be sendin' me no mail no mo'
While I be askin' my lawyers, "When they gon' let me go?"
He be tellin' me, "Just be cool until you go to court"
Get out, back to the bricks, it's the same old shit
Niggaz got 2.50 a piece goin' half on a nick
Back and forth to keys, but the Lil Weezy handle purchase
Popeye's for the ballers, the ghetto eatin' Church's
Shop always open 'cause nobody never closes
Some of 'em like that needle, some play with they noses
I ain't nothin' like a candle light dinner, wine and roses
Niggaz tryin' to run throught they packets to get some mo' shit

Chorus: Manny Fresh (4x)
Somethin' gotta shke nigga
I'ma bake a cake nigga
Run with all the reall niggaz
Jack all of the fake niggaz

Juvenile:
My hallways full of piss
Nigga say he gon' break me off, he full of shit
That's why I got that chopper in the back full of clips
About to go and hit a whole stash full of bricks
All my niggaz gone, I'm the last in the click
I gotta get my hands on some cash and a whip
I gotta do somethin', look
Cause this ain't gonna last long, gotta get my cash on
Come upon a superfire lick and get my ass home
Ain't thinkin' about jumpin' out Lex's and Benzes
With the TV's, and the CD's, and 20 inch 'renzes
Look here, my situation ain't the best in the world
I'm a snake like the rest of you niggaz, full of that Guerl
Wodie, c'mon and get your skull cracked, tryin' to erase me
I got iron ready to warbat, and it's all for safety
Muthafucka might come, but he better come correct
Cause I ain't aimin' at nothin' else but you' head and yo' chest

Chorus: (4x)

Baby:
Put a hit on a bitch, ain't got no time for no bullshit
Nigga outta line, we kill'd the bitch
Now, in my city, they burn, baby burn
4 found dead, and they burn, baby burn
I don't have no question, we all must learn
To tote a .45, keep your eyes on the churn
I got that work nigga, all y'all know the rules
I don't play, I'm a mastermind, it's a Big Tymer, fool
Pay up when you been fronted work, that's the rule
Rolls parked, I play this game with no law
Red Beam, hot ones pointed straight to your jaw
A nigga must pay, I'm tryin' to see a better day
Went to Miami bought that Azora anyway
Three time loser totin' tools, nigga that's the rules
Just the chance I gotta take on these streets fool
Flippin' chickens, corner spitin', hardtimes a fool

Chorus: (6x)

Manny Fresh:
Somethin' gotta shake nigga
I'ma bake a cake nigga
Run with all the real niggaz
Click-Clack all of the fake niggaz
Lay it down
2G
You know me

Wha Wha Wha

(Manny Fresh)
You a one man bitch
Go ahead and make that switch
I got to love my shit
You hoes man got that itch
Move up too number two bitch
Suck a rich niggas dick
If you like it than lick it
If you love it dont quit
Yo I bet it tastes better
Let me splash on your sweater
You need a nigga that let a
Shed um out with the bezzele
I'm talkin the Sean Jean
Yo Teresa and Shirley
Say...all ya'll hoes come down
To the big dick party
Say...Lisa Slim
Little pretty ass Kim
Im hollerin at you you you
That bitch and them
I've been takin ginseng
Swing a big ding-a-ling
I've gotta medalian for my dick
Cause my dick bling bling
I heard you suck a beach ball
through a hose pipe
I heard you also eat nuts
till the early light
I heard you like to be tossed
flossed threw down and kicked
Well you fuckin with the right nigga
old couchie-ass bitch

Chorus 2x (Manny Fresh)
I know you wish you could find a
Nigga with a dick like an Anaconda

I know you wish you could know a
Nigga with a dick like a big Cobra

I know you wish you could go home
To a nigga with a dick like a Python

I know you wish you could get a date
With a nigga with a dick like a Rattlesnake

(Baby)
I got this bitch in the back of my ride
I ask this hoe when she want my suprise
A big dick like a cucumber in the eye
You know that hoe still took that prize
I asked her had she been fucked inside of a Hummer
She say no...but I suck dick like a plummer
Draino swallowin everything I can fool
I like rockin ice and playin with these hoes
But sometimes these hoes will make punch um in they nose
Squirt um on they shirt cause she wouldnt swallow what I
Burst Curst the bitch out her teeth were in the way
Stupid bitch that bullshit hurts
I've been treatin' these hoes this way since the first
Slap on they ass
Hit um from the back where it hurts
Putting in work I done done my dirt
Im a dogg ass nigga
Never put these hoes first

Chorus 2x

(Manny Fresh)
See I like these hoes
Like these hoes then I leave them
Then let some old bitch made ass nigga retrieve um
I could turn a dike bitch back straight
Then worry these hoes till they lose hair, money, and weight
Say there Daddy
Im comin to a neighborhood look near you
Ya'll niggas lock up ya'll bitches, bras, and boobs
Youngsters gonna suck my pickle till I'm old and wrinkled
I'm a go all till a a whole a ain't nothin' but a tinkle tinkle

(Baby)
Now some of these hoes like to be fucked in the ass
Some of these hoes wont let you touch they ass
Some of these hoes like to be fucked fast
Some of these hoes know they need to be treated bad
Some of these hoes need to be kicked in they ass
Some of these hoes been gettin they old man stash
Some I play bad
Fuck other nigga hoes fast
And if your bitch holler
I put that dick on they ass
9 times out of 10
She suck a dick when I blast
All because these hoes know I gotta gold and black Jag

Chorus

[Baby]
I'll bat the piss out a bitch quick
I'll wilin' off that ruby red and absolute
Catch me hoppin' out somethin' from 2002
Leave a scar on your hoe from the side of my shoe
Bitches gotten fucked up - I ain't never been cheap
All I know is bricks, money, pussy, and streets
Niggas hatin' 'cause my teeth lookin' like they (?)
I done spent about a-hundred-fifty grand at least
Boy, don't make me smile 'cause I'll blind a bitch
Hoes shout when I pass - that's a Tymer, bitch
Don't pop up in the house, you might find your bitch
On my video tape - man, rewind that shit
And if my main hoe flip, she get one for that
If she takin' private trips, her lip hung for that
I don't love no hoe - after I fuck 'em, I don't know 'em
Bauw, b-b-bauw, bauw, rocky balboa

(Hook)
If lil' momma actin' bad, then, nigga, you show her
Bauw, b-b-bauw, bauw, rocky balboa
If lil' one outta line, then, nigga, you go-a
Bauw, b-b-bauw, bauw, rocky balboa
If a broad touch yurn, then, nigga, you show her
Bauw, b-b-bauw, bauw, rocky balboa
If she wilin' with another nigga, wodie, you go-a
Bauw, b-b-bauw, bauw, rocky balboa

[Mannie Fresh]
Meet me at the cat cave, bitch, in a hour
And I'ma show your dog ass, yo, I got the power
to have you screamin', "No, no!"
Shove you in your go-go
I got my nut - I'm 'bout to get up and take a photo
Wait a minute, hold up, baby, slow it down
Touch your toes, toot your ass, now turn around
And (?), you the shit - damn, I love you, girl
Yeah, I'm lyin', but I'm tryin' to fuck up your whole world
Got your bitches suckin' dicks in a big black Chevy
What your name? That's a shame - I forgot already
I told 'em you got super-suction on your head
I told 'em you do bad-ass tricks in the bed
I told 'em you could flip it, land dead on the dick
I told 'em they could do you next, freak, 'cause I quit
Catch you from behind
Bend your perfect spine
Baby got that pussy, but that ass is mine

(Hook)
If lil' momma actin' bad with you, nigga, you show her
Bauw, b-b-bauw, bauw, rocky balboa
If lil' one outta line, then, nigga, you go-a
Bauw, b-b-bauw, bauw, rocky balboa
If a broad touch yurn, then, nigga, you show her
Bauw, b-b-bauw, bauw, rocky balboa
If she wilin' with another nigga, wodie, you go-a
Bauw, b-b-bauw, bauw, rocky balboa

[Mannie Fresh]
Listen up, lil' nigga - I got a story to tell
'Bout a bitch that I left down in ATL
Went to Miami, and I met a freak
She been workin' on the slurpin' on me one whole week
Got a freak that I love down in Acetown
Can't remember how she look 'cause she keep her face down
One in L.A., two in New York
One in Chicago, stay in (?) Park
Two from China
One in Carolina
Ten in my city
Six of 'em pretty
Lil' momma from Tennessee
Drunk off Hennessy
I should've stuck her a long time ago, but she killin' me

[Baby]
I love this lifestyle 'cause I'm real with this shit
Been runnin' 'round uptown with the baddest bitches
Took a flight to Chicago to holler at my clique
Rollers, hustlers, and niggas who pimp bitches
My main men, Johnson, Big Man, and Shorty
I got to be here for my son and my daughter
Now, five a ki, if you're transportin'
My nigga hit a lick and bought a Range Rover
My hoe went to the beef, but I don't know why, wodie
The hoe know I got ki's, dope, and Dosier
Nothin' but guns
Bitch, I'ma show ya
Bauw, b-b-bauw, bauw, rocky balboa

(Hook)
If lil' momma actin' bad with you, nigga, you show her
Bauw, b-b-bauw, bauw, rocky balboa
If lil' one outta line, then, nigga, you go-a
Bauw, b-b-bauw, bauw, rocky balboa
If a broad touch yurn, then, nigga, you show her
Bauw, b-b-bauw, bauw, rocky balboa
If she wilin' with another nigga, wodie, you go-a
Bauw, b-b-bauw, bauw, rocky balboa

Bauw, b-b-bauw, bauw, rocky balboa
Bauw, b-b-bauw, bauw, rocky balboa
Bauw, b-b-bauw, bauw, rocky balboa
Bauw, b-b-bauw, bauw, rocky balboa
Bauw, b-b-bauw, bauw, rocky balboa
Bauw, b-b-bauw, bauw, rocky balboa
Bauw, b-b-bauw, bauw, rocky balboa
Bauw, b-b-bauw, bauw, rocky balboa
Bauw, b-b-bauw, bauw, rocky balboa

[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

[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]

{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}
Play on, play on, play on
Play on, play on, play on
Play on, play on, play on
To the players
Pimp on, pimp on, pimp on
Pimp on, pimp on, pimp on
Pimp on, pimp on, pimp on
To the players
Roll on, roll on, roll on
Roll on, roll on, roll on
Roll on, roll on, roll on
To the players
Ride on, ride on, ride on
Ride on, ride on, ride on
Ride on, ride on, ride on
To the players

{Baby}
For sure lil' one
Benz 600 on dubs my man
Playing TVs and DVs these niggas ain't playing
20 inch. change the paint I'll do that quick
Doing donuts in the Lam get your roll on slick
Bought a brand new car
Steering wheel in the middle
With the passenger side on both sides my nigga
Got a brand new Jag with a brand new Vet
Going to the MGM six to point nigga bet
Got a brand new house with my platinum mouth
Got 500 chicken and I'm fronting em' out
Got 5 bad bitches till' I turned em' out
Got 5 new cars till' I burnt em' out
I got a Rover with 8 tires a Jag with 6
Got the matching Benz wagon with Lorenzo kit
Got a cell-phone sattelite I love this shit
Drive a 2002 Lexus coupe you bitch
Play boy

(Chorus)

{Mannie Fresh}
I'ma get it how I live and by me a quater
And put about 10 inches up in somebody daughter
I'm M.F. nigga
Nothin less nigga
Running in a race with me
You gotta catch your breath nigga
I love sex nigga
Got a complex nigga
Got your head hurting, taking contracts nigga
Y'all doing good lil' one
I'm doing better
Your 2000 got cloth interior, mine got leather
See hit her get her grab her man I get with her
Split her quit her jab her man in a shit her
Doing like it should be done
I'm the mack
Make it feel just like a gun
Up in your back
Tell the truth I know you know baby
I don't need em
Ask a bitch or ask a hoe just how I treat em
You handcuffing these broads
Bring them hoes up in for questioning
Captain save a broad find another profession
Like

(Chorus)

{Baby}
Ha bro
Catch me getting out my Rover
With ice all over
With a pair black Girbauds
And some fresh white Soldiers
I'm the #1 hoe bitch you know who I am
Got about a 150 worth a shit in my hand
Got about a 150 hard bricks in the van
With about a 150 nasty bitches my man
It's that hot boy Atrice no one do it harder
A block off the interstate
Doing donuts in my Ferrari

{Mannie Fresh}
Now why you over there looking at me?
Could I be the player that you trying to be?
I been pimping young stuns since 83
Ask your mamma and they mammas
Sonny they know me
#1 reppers, hot like pepper
Flossy type steppers, dog bitch check us
I heard you gone persue her
She telling the world you chew her
Yeah I screw then let the hot boys do her

(Chorus)

(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)

Verse 1:(Mannie+Baby) If the bitch you wit give some f**ked up head
(Lil Wayne) They be like no n-no no no no he didn't
If you ask for the pussy and she always in the red
They be like no n-no no no no he didn't
If yo (?) try to make you pee in the car
They be like no n-no no no no he didn't
If a nigga try to stick a big dick in yo butt
They be like no n-no no no no he didn't
If a nigga throwin up and ain't full of that puff
They be like no n-no no no no he didn't
If a nigga runnin up and ain't got his guns up
They be like no n-no no no no he didn't
If a nigga sellin crack and ain't packin a gat
They be like no n-no no no no he didn't
If a nigga ain't f**kin his bitch from the back
They be like no n-no no no no he didn't
If a nigga break in yo shit and steal yo stash
They be like no n-no no no no he didn't
If you unlock yo do and find me hittin dat ass
They be like no n-no no no no he didn't
If ya boyriend f**k around with another bitch
They be like no n-no no no no he didn't
On top of that the nigga burned u and gave u the itch
They be like no n-no no no no he didn't

Chorus:(lil Wayne) No n-no no no, no n-no no no, no n-no no no, no he didn't

Verse 2: If a cat got a lac without bows to match
They be like no n-no no no no he didn't
If a nigga stole some keys and the bullshits whack
They be like no n-no no no no he didn't
My nigga hit the boat wit 10 G's stacked
They be like no n-no no no no he didn't
My nigga bought a car and can't even rap
They be like no n-no no no no he didn't
If a nigga come around and try to lay you down


They be like no n-no no no no he didn't
If a nigga not in same from uptown
They be like no n-no no no no he didn't
If a cat try to make you snort a lil bit o brown
They be like no n-no no no no he didn't
If a nigga ridin at you and ain't got no sound
They be like no n-no no no no he didn't

(Chorus)

Verse 3: If a block wit (?) the cause a nigga bought a jag
They be like no n-no no no no he didn't
I'ma 3 time loser and I'm shootin this gat
They be like no n-no no no no he didn't
Game rap, game spit nigga understand that
They be like no n-no no no no he didn't
I f**k a niggas bitch in his house like that
They be like no n-no no no no he didn't
If a nigga try to come on yo set and run shop
They be like no n-no no no no he didn't
If a hoe gotta go and a nigga say no
They be like no n-no no no no he didn't
If his bitch ass stank he won't get popped
They be like no n-no no no no he didn't
If you don't want trouble nigga get off the block
They be like no n-no no no no he didn't

(Chorus)

(lil Wayne): Big Tymers Lil Wayne be like no n-no no no no he didn't

(Mannie): Now when you find out that ain't yo kid you be like no n-no no no aah shit! Now for these broads out here thinkin niggas gon by them meals, gettin them wheels, hookin them hoes up wit bills it be like no n-no no I ain't!! If I could I would, but I can't so I ain't. The sad thing about it you hoes gon have to do without it. In the 2G I'm all about my muthaf**kin self. Self I'm all about you in the 2G. It's all about me, myself, and I. F**K A HOE

Right on dere.

(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

[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

[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

[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

[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]

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

(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

[Juvenile]
Huh...
You lil boyz don't know what it mean ta get shot
You lil boyz don't wanna do nothin' but hang on tha block
Yoy lil boyz ain't ready to go to tha pen
You lil boyz ain't ready to be sleepin' with nothin' but men
You lil boyz better stay in your place
You lil boyz ain't gon' be scared until you catch you a case
You lil boyz be out here sniffin' that furl
You lil boyz gotta get loaded just to go in that world
You lil boyz had better hit you a lick
You lil boyz shouldn't have ta ask another nigga for shit
You lil boyz don't even respect your momma
You lil boyz don't even have tha sense to be a Big Tymer
You lil boyz swear to God it's a game
You lil boyz gotta kill somethin' and get you a name
You lil boyz always be makin' a scene
You lil boyz wanna be grown, and you're still in your teens

(chorus [Lil' Wayne])
Look, you lil boyz better slow down
Up in tha mornin', in tha court, it's 'bout to go down
Here come them niggas: soulja, Reebok, and Girbaud down
There's no remorse now
'Bout to explode rounds
Look, you lil boyz better ta slow down
Up in tha mornin', in tha court, it's 'bout to go down
Here come them niggas: soulja, Reebok, and Girbaud down
There's no remorse now
'Bout to explode rounds

[Baby]
You lil boyz better clear tha block
'Cause somebody done ran in my money spot
Cock tha glocks, we prepared to pop
Can't let it slide 'cause these lil boyz ain't right
Somebody gon' die tonight when we ride tonight
I'ma clear your set if I heard your name up in my mess
Best make a set trap, bust back with booby traps
You're outta line if you're playin' with mine
Fuck these bezzel bitch niggas gon' meet tha devil
Lil boyz don't know they playin' with rainy weather
Fuckin' with my cheddar
B.G., Wayne, Juvie, Big Tymers, whatever
But, however, if I could do
I'ma cook your hood like I cook up pill-goods, fool

(chorus [Lil' Wayne])
You lil boyz better ta slow down
Up in tha mornin', in tha court, it's 'bout ta go down
Here come them niggas: soulja, Reebok, and Girbaud down
There's no remorse now
'Bout to explode rounds
Look, you lil boyz need ta slow down
Up in tha mornin', in tha cut, it's 'bout ta go down
Here come them niggas: soulja, Reebok, and Girbaud down
There's no remorse now
'Bout to explode rounds
Look

[Mannie Fresh]
Check it out, check it out
You lil boyz make it happen, pack up y'all shit
You lil boyz need to go ahead on and quit, see
You lil boyz know y'all time is up
You lil boyz need to (gimme gimme gimme) get tha fuck
You lil boyz kinda like had '99
But look, you lil boyz from today to lights out, it's mine
You lil boyz need ta (???) with y'all's friends
You lil boyz really women with paws like mens
You lil boyz stay out mine and worry 'bout yurn
You lil boyz is tha right hook for this song 'cause y'all children
You lil boyz need to stop stealin' my beats
You lil boyz think a producer won't take y'all off y'all feets
You lil boyz know I do beats for twenty
You lil boyz add that up: zero zero zero comma, aw, fuck it, it's plenty
You lil boyz tell y'all baby-momma I'm back in town
You lil boyz smiles done turned into frowns

[Lil' Wayne]
Look, look,
When.. I.. ride.. dog
Chopper.. be on.. my.. side.. dog
Niggas betta run.. duck.. hide.. dog
'Cause I'm about to let.. bullets.. fly.. dog
Bahdi-by-by
Get it.. right, nigga
They all know Lil' Weezy ride at.. night, nigga
I dip low, and I'm strapped up.. tight, nigga
Duct tape your momma, and shoot off in your.. wife, nigga
Look, ain't nothin' nice around here, stupid
Keep playin', you won't see next year, stupid
Keep sprayin'.. tha MAC-11.. burst
Hit 'em where it.. hurts
I'ma shoot.. first
Soak his.. shirt (ksshhh!)
Blood all over tha place
Hit tha block, have thugs all over tha place
It's Lil' Wayne, nigga, whoa now
If you don't think you can hang, nigga, slow down

(Chorus [Lil' Wayne])
Look, look,
'Cause you lil boyz need ta slow down
Up in tha mornin', in tha court, it's 'bout ta go down
Here come them niggas: soulja, Reebok, and Girbaud down
There's no remorse now
'Bout to explode rounds
Look, you lil boyz need ta slow down
Up in tha mornin', in tha court, it's 'bout ta go down
Here come them niggas: soulja, Reebok, and Girbaud down
There's no remorse now
'Bout to explode rounds

[Lil' Wayne]
Look, you lil boyz need ta slow down
Look, you lil boyz need ta slow down
Look, you lil boyz need ta slow down
Up in tha mornin', in tha court, it's 'bout ta go down
What

(*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]

(*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]

(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

[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 !

[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 !

(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)

(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)

(Juvenile)
You need a nigga that stay sharp, always got money
Pockets stay full of them big-face hundreds
A nigga with tattoos all over his arm
A nigga with a gold grill, diamonds in his charm
A nigga that'll tell your girl, "Fuck that nigga!"
Your givin' me tha pussy, you don't love that nigga
You need a nigga that'll put you in your place
Put that dick on ya at anytime of tha day
A nigga that'll give ya a lil' somethin' if it's right
A nigga that you may not see for three or four nights
A nigga standin' tall like tha Statue of Liberty
A nigga on fire like a match and a cigarette
A nigga that'll take care of his kids if it's his
A nigga that's a handsome lil' son of a bitch
A nigga like.. me.. never get tired
You lookin' for a Hot Boy, girl, I got that fire

(Chorus4x [Juvenile])
Shit, I got that fire
I got that fire
Girl, holla at a nigga if you want that Oscar Meyer

[Juvenile]
Some old ghetto-face, blue-hair, funny-ass lookin' bitch
Was tryin' ta holla at a nigga... talkin' some bullshit
I told her, "If ya fuck everybody it's all gravy."
She didn't say nothin', she stood there lookin' at me crazy
Then she got mad, and called me bitches and motherfuckers
I waited 'til I got by the door, reached back and stuck her
She did what any bitch woulda did, and got the law for me
Talkin' 'bout gonna press charges and get her pa for me
I told him, "When I get outta jail, I'ma beat ya awfully
and open up fire at your pa to back him up off of me."
All she wanted to do was scream out "Juvie"
While I hit her from tha back and smack her on tha booty
Bite tha titties, get tha head, break tha bed
Pull off tha rubber and bust a nut on her leg
Some of these hoes be tellin' me," I'm just an admirer."
I don't wanna fuck ya; shit, I got that fire

(Chorus [Juvenile])
Shit, I got that fire
Shit, I got that fire
Girl, holla at a J if you want that Oscar Meyer
Shit, I got that fire
I got that fire
Girl, holla at a J if you want that Oscar Meyer
Shit, I got that fire
I got that fire
Girl, holla at a J if you want that Oscar Meyer
Shit, I got that fire
I got that fire
Girl, holla at a J if you want that Oscar Meyer

[Mannie Fresh]
Baby baby baby
Look, baby girl: work it, just don't quit
See I love it when you young ass shake them tits
You lil' vivrant thang
You like Burger King?
Well you can go in and swing on J's Whopper Ding-a-ling
You make me really lump up in tha pants
Every time I see your sexy ass do that dance
And you can tell your friends you know a
Nigga with a dick like a great big cobra
We can bang bang bang all night long
Knock your head against tha bed 'til tha inside's gone
When ya see your sister, tell her, "It's alright."
She still make my dick BOOM like dynamite
Tell her Tiger Woods... but I won't
Eat no pussy... cuz I don't
You wanna nigga that'll fuck ya in tha park in tha grass
You wanna nigga that'll stick a big stick in your ass
That fire!

(Chorus Juvenile)
I got that fire
Shit, I got that fire
Girl, holla at a nigga if you want that Oscar Meyer
Shit, I got that fire
I got that fire
Girl, holla at a nigga if you want that Oscar Meyer
Shit, I got that fire
I got that fire
Girl, holla at a nigga if you want that Oscar Meyer
Shit, I got that fire
I got that fire
Girl, holla at a nigga if you want that Oscar Meyer
I got that fire
Shit, I got that fire
Girl, holla at a nigga if you want that Oscar Meyer

[Juvenile]
He got that fire
Fresh, he got that fire
Girl, holla at my nigga if you want that Oscar Meyer
He got that fire
Shit, he got that fire
Girl, holla at a nigga if you want that Oscar Meyer
He got that fire
B.G., he got that fire
Girl, holla at that nigga if you want that Oscar Meyer
He got that fire
Turk, he got that fire
Girl, holla at a nigga if you want that Oscar Meyer
He got that fire
Slim, he got that fire
Girl, holla at a nigga if you want that Oscar Meyer
He got that fire
Wayne, he got that fire
Girl, holla at that nigga if you want that Oscar Meyer
He got that fire
Baby, he got that fire
Girl, holla at that nigga if you want that Oscar Meyer
He got that fire
Juvi, he got that fire
Girl, holla at this nigga if you want this Oscar Meyer

[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]