*All I like is them jazzy hoes, the type that make a nigga spend all his dough Sho nuff a sight, anything ya like You know the ones you wanna make your wife, ya heard me?
Little fast bitch, actin' sarcastic Need to get her ass kicked, tryin' to get the cash quick She be my last pick, I got a real hoe Take yo' ass back to class and buy a dildo Don't let the freak in you keep you up all night Gettin' fucked and sucked, you wastin' your life Before a real nigga ever kick a hoe down She gotta understand what I know now Ain't no broke down, lazy, gold digging, cute bitch Come around me gettin' credit cards and don't do shit, bitch I travel throughout the year I keep a woman with a house and her own career So when I buy her a diamond ring, it's just a gift (what's your name?) Too Short baby, don't need to trick I give her what she want cause I'm a real player Platinum after platinum, ask me how I feel later
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See I ilke them crazy hoe Them straight, get down and pay me hoe I wouldn't mind no jazzy hoe Make my creep fall right out my clothes On the blow, can't let no hoe see my flow Tight jean and bra strap, girl that got to go (gotta go) Strip you on down like a shake-a-booty hoe (uh huh) Put you in the street, make me mo' money mo'
Now see, just the other night, I met me a ol' jazzy hoe Straight boozyabitch, ol' sassy hoe Who think she fly to death, so I ain't gon' hold my breath To let you skeezers know, just let you ask yo'self For as I cut one but two down the line But could it be yo' hoe that I'm cuttin' everytime? And I come to find she servin' every nigga in yo' clique To get in where she fit in, now she known to be a trick
Quote for quote, who tote like this Hit the Club Jig, on some Wes Snipe shit Snatchin' all the hoes in your harem, indeed I mock turtlenecks while I'm bees and tweed Til I proceed, damn right, the spot's tight Nothing but dimes in sight, so just might Bag these bitches like groceries Player to player, you can't get close to me Now who you 'posed to be? Pullin' toast on the S-O double N-Y, girlfriend lookin' fly And I can tell she schemin' (why's that?) Cause she like the ice is gleamin' (okay) But that's cool though, cause I know how to stain golds I pimp tight without the kangol, niggas know I slang flow, east to west Available at anytime to put the pussy to the test
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Lay it down, lay it down You hoes lay it down When the real motherfuckin' player come around Shy, not I, some times I choose not to speak Surrounded by my real niggas drinkin' Hennessee Or Remy or Red Passion with champagne Chiefin' up some hay, gettin' at them hoes, man Trick, not I, trick be you, can you dig that? I got star hoes pickin' me up in Tahoes Fuck them at-the-bar hoes, tryin'-to-score hoes Mickey dropin' hoes, quick to drop they clothes I give those only funky weave wearin' bitches All made up, gettin' at a niggas riches I like women with they head on straight Pull your own weight and you can fuck wit' Eight Nigga think he a player with them old Girbauds Gettin' pimped by them space age jazzy hoes
(JD) See Quick, I told you man once we get a beat man Shit like this right here I got my nigga Black for me, uh I got my nigga R.O.C. for me, uh And y'all know who the fuck I be And for a long time I think niggaz been taking So So Def for a joke But I guess that's why we rich and y'all niggaz is broke
(R.O.C.) Y'all got one chance to flow I let y'all know While y'all stretch your mouth I stretch my dough Also stretch the doors on my Navigators Long as the Olajuwon Rock mine a Phenomenon Mr. Smith style You wanna get uh, oh here he is now Dot to the O caughted blow your shit down Dot to the C you're feelin' me now? Anyhow y'all niggaz can't measure up I'm here to get my cheddar and who ever mess it up? Then I'mma blow these rounds out, wet 'em up For my dawgs like DMX who pound like Kurupt And Snoopy in the club getting at the groupies Stash the uzi tonight flash the jewelry And just post up we can't be touched All my niggaz say, "WHAT WE DON'T GIVE A FUCK"! (UH) B-boy style hot like tical Four, five cal, check into the profile of a killa Sonny Black my mellow, my ace playa get on the Microphone and rock it please
(Mr. Black) I'm make y'all niggaz feel the hit homie None of y'all motherfuckers know me Three times a niggaz like T.O.N.Y. All up in your spot like Navy Seals, wave your steel Lay your shit down, clown I'm for real Spittin' Crips for chips, plant bombs in your whip I bring the pain to the game on the real tip what? Hittin' niggaz like JFK For the pounds and the bricks and yay, hear what I say? Squeezing off, just to mash and releasing off Y'all motherfuckers shouldn't be so soft Oh you type thug niggaz Frump niggaz, yo I got no love niggaz Expect the worse yo check it can make you see the hearse Tell mama I'm about to break the button for the nurse niggaz don't want it but they think they do And soldiers should never fuck with me and my crew, who?
1 - (JD) You know I'm gonna make them dance when I step in the club (R.O.C.) Well I know another way to make 'em put their hands up (All) I drop the beat on I cock the heat on I got this party niggaz We lock the street corners
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(R.O.C.) Well it's him again, the Timbaland lacer You trembling in the faces, Detroit hates us Take us, come smooth the hard shit, rock jewelry Like Mr. Antarctic Watch our hands move regardless of the chartless Cock your automatic So the safest thing for you to do is shut the fuck up Let my crew do this (UH) like this niggaz from the bricks and (UH) You don't want NWK to get to ya So you heard we make believers out of dreamers Now we make murder cases out of sleepers S to the motherfuckers O to the S to the y'all damned O to the D to the E F-uck you 'cause we buck you, Y'all niggaz cant touch us
(Mr. Black) Assume my position 'cause papermaking's a must Straight mangle motherfuckers when it's time to bust Lace flows with angel dust all up in your spot We got no things with us, kind of dangerous Don't fuck around and get caught in a verbal onslaught 'Cause I'm label your bills and my man Too $hort , ooh Lord Getting down one more time For making motherfuckers who be out on the run I gotta get mine daily can't let these motherfuckers fade me That's just the way my mama made me Top size rider from the get go, known to spit flows And keep them niggaz on their tiptoes I goes to the extremity blind with weed and hennesy I know you niggaz don't remember me Got the flow poetic, and I stay diamond setted Running over tracks like I'm Libyan, here's the past Labeled a pussy, cash see her bounce Shaking, moving, waiting, sipping the ounce What's up with that? None of y'all niggaz can fuck with Black Motherfucker where's your focus at? JD my mellow my ace get on the mic and come rock please
(JD) Nigga I feel like why you gon come if ain't on time And ain't no need in coming out if you ain't gonna shine That's why I am why I am with mine and y'all sick While y'all keep it real we keep it rich Just clowning, pounding, riding around in Some of the most elite shit to ever hit the town Screaming out how you like me now and I'm gettin busier I stay platinum while y'all get dizzier The difference between y'all is I get 'em out of their seats And my balling techniques is out of your reach Live and direct from the Peach State Where we make hits, deep grits and steak, homes laced We never hit the breaks just continue to speed Y'all don't wanna fuck with me?
