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from 2Pac - Better Dayz (2002)
Artist: 2pac ft. Trick Daddy
Song: Still Ballin' (Tupac) Straight muthafuckin' ballin' Part two Still ballin' Westside... (Verso 1: Tupac) Now ever since a nigga was a seed Only thing promised to me was the penitentiary Still Ballin' Ridin' on these niggaz cause the lame In a 6-1 Chevy still heavy in this game Can you feel me? Blame it on my mama I'm a thug nigga Up before the sunrise quicker than the drug dealers Tell me if it's on Nigga then we first to bomb Bust on these bitch made niggaz hit em' up WESTSIDE.... Ain't nobody love me as a broke nigga Finger on the trigger lord forgive me if I smoke niggaz I love my female strapped Love fuckin' from the back I get my currency in stacks California's where I'm at RIDEN... Pass by While niggaz wonder why I got shot but didn't die Let em' see who's next to try Did I cry, hell nah... Nigga not a tear shed For all my homies in the pen many peers dead Nigga Still Ballin' (Chorus: Tupac & Trick Daddy) (Still ballin') Until the day I die (Until I die) You can bring your crew (You can bring your crew) But we remain true (Yeah) Muthafuckers still ballin' (I be ballin') Niggaz wonder why (They wonder why) You can bring your crew But we remain true Muthafuckers still ballin' (Verso 2: Trick Daddy) Now if you kneel and pray And hope the lord understand When he's gone the father become a dangerous man Ain't crazy or deranged I'm sad (I'm sad) But when these kids go to spray him Boy I don't be playin' With clienteles And rhyme sell's Question is will you fuckin' niggaz ride for real Huh? Bitch nigga this is g rated Plus your homeboy won't make your street game foogazy I'm elevated to the top of this shit Done fucked around and put me and Tupac on this bitch And you can tell em thug life was the reason for this And I'll ride for any nigga who believe in this shit Still ballin' (Chorus: Tupac) Still Ballin' Until the day I die You can bring your crew But we remain true Muthafuckers still ballin' Niggaz wonder why You can bring your crew But we remain true Muthafuckers still ballin' (Verso 3: Tupac) Now everybody wanna see us dead Two murdered on the front page shot to death bullet's to the head Niggaz holla out my name And it's similar to rain Muthafuckers know I'm comin' so they runnin to they graves WATCH Swoop down with my nigga from the pound Cause trick don't give a fuck when you coward niggaz now Blast Keep pumpin' ain't worried bout nuttin' Bustas thought we was frontin' So we load and keep dumpin' Still Ballin' (Chorus Repiteed till the end) (Trick Daddy) Thug Life (Tupac) Still ballin' Muthafuckers still ballin' Straight muthafuckin' ballin' |
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from Undisputed (언디스퓨티드) by Stanley Clarke [ost] (2002)
Give me a chevy tre cheverlet let me ride
half a pill just a hit it gets me high duce tre esclade that`s my style t double d thuggin and raw ride or die I used to be a polo kid who would of thought of all the stupid shit that I did I used to sport it talk about it that`s the reason why shorty went in the hood and bought it Mr. Rabbit like a fast from the past bone jean overalls yall can kiss my ass thug nigga going back to the basic and that Iceberg on the curve is thug animated but first off this is T double when I hitya with them k cutters you turn bout three colors gon and get your big brother I don`t care I`m dade county major slash player hold up cuz Mr. Dollar got sold up time for war now be a boy what`s the hold up a new candiate for the thug of the year I`m the ultiment thug the rest of them busta is quitters Give me a chevy tre cheverlet let me ride half a pill just a hit it gets me high duce tre esclade that`s my style t double d thuggin and raw ride or die You know it`s your boy R Ross, the overweight hell of a nigga so pepperlicoius and we getting it sitting on serious inches we dem niggas smoking coco and serious vison (at the door) bouncers don`t touch us they know once ounces go up they hold up and know what I drink cris let it bubble back I`m leaning on double stack ready to snap Trick already know yall ain`t ready for us we make a way in the club waving a slug come play with a thug I can let yall lay in the mud I battle you partner a spotter that`s hotter with a nuff music to wake pac up keep your glocks up you can`t stop us true husltler chop doctors knot in pockets in truly didited or god got us oh my dream being in da seat daddy `ll trip daddy on green bitch Give me a chevy tre cheverlet let me ride half a pill just a hit it gets me high duce tre esclade that`s my style t double d thuggin and raw ride or die Some of these ho`s think I`m manish go head ask me were I got my manners bitch ask your mamie I slap a bitch in minute seen it twice already ho I muthafucking mean it plus d bout big money get honey lauging that six hundred still running so what`s the cause mayham or murder who is the killer shit I`ll kill ya got money so I`ll make it in court plus I`ma thug nigga and I`ll never get caught bout to set up shop pushing caine to rocks plus my glock gon take this shit on top this ain`t no muthafucking hang out we don`t eat shit smoke caine out the same damn house this is thug life not a citcom plus we got big guns ready for change now Give me a chevy tre cheverlet let me ride half a pill just a hit it gets me high duce tre esclade that`s my style t double d thuggin and raw ride or die |
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from 2 Fast 2 Furious (분노의 질주 2) by David Arnold [ost] (2003)
Uh huh .. uh huh ..
Don’t be scared, represent it Yo county, yo city Who you know put Chevy’s like this Candy paint and the trunk full of funk like this Dade County gone ride ... Acorss the world we gone buy em booty red wit the Louie top and the rims keep spinnin everytime I stop Murder one, I’m killin em got everybody watchin but who gone stop me? The vert game sowed up Somebody tryed some mo shit bout some ole shit T Double done switched the game Got niggaz slowin down switchin lanes Chevy boys, we like it fast So I drop at the low, heavy at the gas Before you know it, be haulin ass Bout 145 on the digital dash Dade County, gone ride ... Where ever you from, represent it Yo county, yo city Where ever you from, represent it Yo county, yo city Now how you do a Chevy like that? Had the car 3 years, ain’t paint the bitch yet? Get off ya ass and get paid If ya ain’t bout money you ain’t from Dade See this strictly for the thugs this the shit that’ll get ya fucked up A lil nigga wit a big ole car and a big ole bank Shit if it stank we don’t dance And I don’t fuck wit the krippy green I’m strictly stuck on the brown team So ask dread for the hotbread if its brown sticky send that shit my way! Worm, tell Will to send the dust get the ball wit no cut y’all catch me in the cut this is strictly for the thugs Dade County dub rida Don’t be scared to represent it Yo county, yo city .. uh huh uh huh Don’t be scared to represent it Yo county, yo city .. uh huh uh huh Question - who the boy wit the itty-bitty rims? Fuck it, I don’t care cuz I don’t even see em Dub rida, don’t y’all forget it if they got a problem wit it, tell em I said it! I got connection wit the candy store I’m lookin for the wetter look im payin forrrrr! Bet make that candy green And it better be the wetter shit they ever seeeeeeeen! You know I had to put shoes on her so I put the 22’s on her, ??? Magic City, donk back to back haulin ass got there in two and a halfffff! Whats a man witout a Chevrolet? Thats like ridin in a donk in the trunk witout funk in it In Dade County, that shit won’t get it Dumb nigga, you gotta put funk in it Homeboy whats wrong wit cha? Ridin up to a nigga wit a Power Ranger engine Now we gone race donk to donk But if ya lose, you got to ride in the trunk Don’t be scared to represent it Yo county, yo city .. Dade County, uh huh uh huh, where we from Don’t be scared to represent it Yo county, yo city .. Dade County, uh huh uh huh, where we from |
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from Trick Daddy - Thug Holiday (2002)
Hey wut dat is? You Hey you hear dat shit. Damn dogg i know it aint what i think it is Hey man hey hey you selling trick daddy cd's? YES, NO NO NO NO So wut is that? Saaalllsaaa Madenga Fuckin Latin (Trick in the background) Ohhh Madenngee So no trick daddy? No no trick daddy Do you like trick daddy? YES So you not selling Trick Daddy? No Ok good good my friend good (Trick and Frind leave and door closes) FUCK TRICK DADDY I NEEDED MY MONEY |
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from Trick Daddy - Thug Holiday (2002)
People gots to have....money Haha (gangsta)
Just like that Haha, my recipe for murda (murda) Couple pounds of brown ,Couple DT`s (Couple DT`s) Fo`or five of them big things they call shoppas See I was raised in the slums But niggas tote guns distribute and run Watch out on the one and one servin` the bomb Niggas talk about Miami but they scared to come Leavin`they family in danger just to play in the sun Nigga, we did what you done and what you talkin` about Like droppin`drugs up out of town and keepin`dope in the house Ain`t give my life to that`cause it`s over and out That`s how it is when you exposed in the south See All I need is big guns on the side of me Bout a half a brick of yay and a pound of weed Straight do or die bitches that`ll die for me How many niggas down to ride with me (Hey, hey) All I need is big guns on the side of me Bout a half a brick of yay and a pound of weed Straight do or die bitches that`ll die for me How many niggas down to ride with me (Hey, hey) The reenactment of my first murda With no remorse and no feelin`s Hell, cuz I ain`t even know this nigga The shit was deep I couldn`t just let it go While I was shootin`bout my money Fruitin`bout my dough,bitch I bust his ass like the last muthafucka Went in with them stunnas, came out with them cuttas, cut up You shoulda seen the muthafucka jumpin`thumpin` Bullet after bullet pumpin` fully after fully You muthafuckas went in bad choppas I still got em, that nigga begged for his life but I still shot him I let him know bitch, this is how I feel bout ya I asked him out but now his momma bout to hear about him I`m from the era of the goodfellas, you know Nigga like Big Ike, Big Nose Bob and Bo Dilly I growed up on the turf watchin` Murph and them Murph dropped the top on the bird, that nigga was hurtin` them I take this shit back to thirties and vogue Let`s see that`s way before them Bama-ass hammers and loaves That`s in the days when the ave was jumpin` Ev`ry nigga was gettin` money, every corner was pumpin` and jumpin` uh,but now we in the new era A new game a different thang and a whole buncha new killas Money, money, money. E`ery time, goddammit I`ll say it e`ery time Betta call us murderers See All I need is big guns on the side of me Bout a half a brick of yay and a pound of weed Straight do or die bitches that`ll die for me How many niggas down to ride with me (Hey, hey) All I need is big guns on the side of me Bout a half a brick of yay and a pound of weed Straight do or die bitches that`ll die for me How many niggas down to ride with me (Hey, hey) The boy think he gettin` payed, jumpin` out Squeezin` AK`s, on the ground they lay That`s how we do this shit in Dade Killer bee`s, snappin` pictures plottin` killin` me Them killed my dogg, hell naw it couldn`t be Gotta straighten this shit, got SK`s with extra clips Holla killer head, and make them bitches flip the script Cut it back to light, fake the left, rip the right Them feel my eyes, these bitches down to die tonight Pull right on the side, raise it up squeeze that thang Went bang, bang till their muh`fuckin` brains hang I live for this, so damn right I kill for this And when I get that feelin`,ain`t gon`be no hit or miss See All I need is big guns on the side of me Bout a half a brick of yay and a pound of weed Straight do or die bitches that`ll die for me How many niggas down to ride with me (Hey, hey) All I need is big guns on the side of me Bout a half a brick of yay and a pound of weed Straight do or die bitches that`ll die for me How many niggas down to ride with me (Hey, hey) |
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from Trick Daddy - Thug Holiday (2002)
Hah, haha
That's just the sound of the Hen'.. True Story.. Buddy Roe.. They say tell the truth, Shane and them (uh-huh) Thank God for the thugs too... see! [Trick Daddy] I'm a ol' sneaky, ol' freaky, ol' geechy-ass nigga Collard green, neckbone-eatin-ass nigga Always wearin my jeans baggy saggy You know Florida, Georgia, South Cakalaky Growed up eatin spam sandwiches Sugar water and mayonnaise sandwich Share the room with bout four mo' brothers But one home for 'em and wattn't no mo' covers A little bad motherfucker (ah-ha) Always rude and always in trouble None of my teachers ain't like me (uh-huh) But make it so bad, Pearl had seven mo' like me If you growed up the way I did You gotsta understand, Trick love the kids (Ooooooohh!) Trick love the kids [Chorus: Cee-Lo] Drop the top and let the sunshine in With the woodgrain, let the twinkies spin Get you a glass, mix the Coke and the Hen' It's quite alright, with the 'dro in the wind, with the 'dro in the wind [Trick Daddy] Cut me a seven-treis Chevy, put dubs on that bitch (uh-huh) Candy apple green, niggaz lovin this shit (lovin this shit) And wait a minute, I'll act a fool Ya don't like how I'm livin? Bitch fuck you (uh-huh) That's right I'm a rude-ass nigga Quick to do you, cut a fool-ass nigga Weighin' in at bout a buck six-five And a nigga can fuck, plus the boy gets live (that's right) You know legs, wings, and short thighs (short thighs) Eat 'em up, beat 'em up, then switch sides [Cee-Lo] Hot whore work her con-con, Valor to the floor He oughta enjoy, with the loaded four-four Be sure and acquire more 'fore ya fuck with mine Disrespect; I'll disconnect ya line With a sick SWAT, when shit's hot, ya get shot The fire, the fury, ya fuck with it not Ya stoppin the grace, get out my space and my - face Fore me and my ace-a lay down the whole place Recognize, this is the verbalize Surprise, fuckin with me wrong way to wise nigga Hoes, clothes, shows, Vogues, golds Big ol' bankrolls, that's all a nigga know Throw yo' elbows, I'm sicker than I suppose Hoes unchose, cuz my jewelry froze You know how it goes, these young niggaz don't want it like this Go off and get yo' gat, to silence the chit-chat, blast! So pass, outlast, bout cash Mo' sicky, talk tricky to the trick like trash Lo realer, a go-rilla, flow for mo' scrilla Come clean, lookin mean, but you ain't no killa! (Oooooooooh!) [Chorus: Cee-Lo] Oooooooooh! Oooooooooh! [repeat Chorus] |
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from Trick Daddy - Thug Holiday (2002)
And the winner is, Trick Diesel Facemob
My nigga Baby, ha ha Gangsta, gangsta, gangsta You know me, `T` double, you know I`m a G Cuz I keeps it gangsta, gangsta, gangsta gangsta, gangsta than a motherfucker But it was like you, you a pussy nigga But I keeps it gangsta, gangsta, gangsta gangsta, gangsta than a motherfucker Went to a eight ball from a dime piece Ship dat, flip dat, bought a nine piece in five weeks Shit lookin` good but I think slammin` Me and my dawg passed up bought a block and a half Sellin` O`s or betta clockin a fag Bout four, five slugs and we was bustin` they ass Gotta keep my bread in a safe place We up with my hitchens in undisclosed locations Hey yo I got the llello, you got the money Try nothin` funny and I don`t buy dummies Every ounce betta bounce back And every brick that I break up It all betta flake up And when that shit hit the waters Shit go to ballin` That dope all betta fall in I bought coke back on 84 Back when wood used to get them bricks from the Birdo And when I hit him I want to hurt him And on cutlass I wanna hit it They ass gon` feel it You know me, `T` double, you know I`m a G Cuz I keeps it gangsta, gangsta, gangsta gangsta, gangsta than a motherfucker But it was like you, you a pussy nigga But I keeps it gangsta, gangsta, gangsta gangsta, gangsta than a motherfucker Ay Ay, It`s the kid wit the bricks taped up in the grill Mmmm Hmmmm Cadillac that is Wit that rag top bubbly E class burnin` rubber You the number 1 stunna ma show a lil somthin` Ay, ay roll a lil somethin`Mmm Hmm blow a lil somethin` I got them thangs for a lil nothin` If you got a lil money I`ma throw a lil somethin` Bump this nigga Mmmm Hmmmm fuck you nigga We aint from `round here dumpin` on niggas But ay Trick Daddy battle up for this nigga Well let me get to my hustle (hustle) I got bricks, grams, and bundles (bundles) I got ki`s in the muffler Birdman daddy CMB motherfucker You know me, `T` double, you know I`m a G Cuz I keeps it gangsta, gangsta, gangsta gangsta, gangsta than a motherfucker But it was like you, you a pussy nigga But I keeps it gangsta, gangsta, gangsta gangsta, gangsta than a motherfucker Face mob, right back at ya With O`s like cookies I flip like spatulas 99.9 of the time I`m on the grind Bricked up and breakin` em down I got to admit the dope game gravy 3 zippers balled up you bring back 80 You learn to swell you might see double Remember you can`t sell bubble So here it is fool I play the game where its no rules Givin` you lessons from the old school You don`t get high off your own supply And when a motherfucker cross you make sure he die Make the next man know he got to think about the payback This shit go deeper than me rapping or me say that Ask my nigga Trick Daddy, ask my nigga Baby Been like that since the early 80`s You know me, `T` double, you know I`m a G Cuz I keeps it gangsta, gangsta, gangsta gangsta, gangsta than a motherfucker But it was like you, you a pussy nigga But I keeps it gangsta, gangsta, gangsta gangsta, gangsta than a motherfucker |
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from Trick Daddy - Thug Holiday (2002)
Thug holiday, go ahead you can cry it`s alright baby
Everything gone be gravy later, that`s right This the time when we take time to remember All the loved ones we lost in the struggle you know I dedicate this to my brother Hollywood, Toby, Bam My dog Itchy and Lil Trav, I dedicate this to the struggle Everybody in the county jail, state penn, check it out If it wasn`t for bad luck, hell I guess that a nigga wouldn`t have none But when I think about it, what would I be without my gun How could I, get away from the po-po`s, if a, nigga couldn`t run And why was I given a daughter when I always prayed for a son Life is crazy ain`t it, sometimes I even think the same thing I`ve been waiting on freedom to ring hell but ain`t a thang changed And I lost my brother in the struggle, and then he lost his mother And I was thinking if I lose mine, who`s gone raise my brother Not to be a thug, stay in school, don`t use drugs Who`ll teach him right from wrong and show them boys, true love So I pray for the better days, face the bomb had a run-a-ways And, I put my guns away and I pray for peace on Sundays, it`s crazy ain`t it Just like the soldiers, that ain`t coming home this year Just like the fellas, in prison, we miss you so much for real What about the children, who ran away, that ain`t coming home today Well here`s a message from coast to coast Cause when them thugs really need it the most a thug holiday Just like em, just like em, just like em, a thug holiday Here go one for, all these killings and all these conflicts in religion See the Muslims, Jews and Christians but know they are all God`s children There`s only, one him, plus ain`t none of y`all confronting him So blind in our own minds we wouldn`t even know God if `we was in front him` And, I read your books know all your remixes to the Bible What about a verse for the thugs, a cure for drugs and survival Let`s add some chapters named Martin, Malcolm and Farrakhan In all my history books, only one died was the Americans And, let`s point em out who`s responsible for Vietnam And, hold on there`s more, we had two World Wars And, how come the judges make more than the teachers is making When they the ones raising all the taxes and got us fighting for education Life is crazy ain`t it So many tears, through out the years Somebody tell me what`s going on And so many lives, but only God knows About the pain deep inside It gets so hard, you got to keep your head up I know you`re fed up, but stay strong Here`s a message from coast to coast Cause when them thugs really need it the most, thug holiday Just like em, just like em, just like em, a thug holiday - This is for my people in the ghetto I`m calling out, calling out To all my thugs in the ghetto Calling out, calling out It gets hard sometimes, but you Got to keep your head up, and be strong Here`s a message from coast to coast Cause when them thugs really need it the most,a thug holiday Cause we need it, gotta have it quit is hard, out here any street you know what I mean ghetto, I`m calling out, all my thugs in the ghetto Here`s a message from coast to coast Cause when them thugs really need it the most, thug holiday I said thug holiday, need it |
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from Trick Daddy - Thug Holiday (2002)
Phone Ringin
Friend: Hello! She:(cryin) Friends:Girl whats wrong calm down Friend:Tell Me Whats Wrong, Slow Down Slow Down Slow Down Calm Down Slow Down Slow Down She: Girl he didnt call me he wont call me Friend:Who Wont call you,Who Wont Call You, Slow Down Slow Down She:Trick,Yea I Keep Callin Him Friend:You Fuck Trick She:Yea Friend:I Told You Not To Fuck That Nigga She:Why He Wont Call Me Friend:He Got Dat Double Dose Sista Dont Do Dat She:Girl Im Fienin FOr It, girl Friend:Thas Wat Im Tryna Tell You,You Got Me, I Took A Year To Get Ova Mine She:Cuz It Waz So Long, It Waz So LOngggg Friend:Ooo Friend:Yea I Know She:It Waz So Long Friend:I Know Girl, I Know Guess What Ima Call HIm Ryght NOw For You She:Ok Tell Him Tell Him To Call Me, OK Friend:Ima Call Him Ryght Now Ima Call HIm Ryght NOw, Dont Worry Bout A Thang, I Gotchu Friend: FUCK DAT, IMA CALL DAT NIGGA FO ME |
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from Trick Daddy - Thug Holiday (2002)
I ain`t really here to play no games girl
You already know my name yeah Freaky deaky cause it ain`t no thang yeah B-ba-da-da-da-da I ain`t really here to play no games girl You already know my name yeah Freaky deaky cause it ain`t no thang yeah B-ba-da-da-da-da You see the part of making busta ass niggas you been fucking with Always busting shit, but never talking shit Any of us tell you don`t think that a playa did it And made you wear the life is more than a hell didn`t it Boy I tell you, and that`s the deal with them real niggas And stay far away from fuck niggas Don`t be a sucka at least not for nothing are you Sucking and fucking, a bitch better have something I need something that`s compatible Not nothing young and dumb and full of cum but wanna letable I better, nigga like T Double, get it wetter Suck her fuck her better than the average nigga I need a girl that`s into trying thangs So I can put her into my frame, and land in the mind game I know she`s a mama girl and I`m a street nigga Once we get together, I bet you she`ll sleep better I ain`t really here to play no games girl You already know my name yeah Freaky deaky cause it ain`t no thang yeah B-ba-da-da-da-da I ain`t really here to play no games girl You already know my name yeah Freaky deaky cause it ain`t no thang yeah B-ba-da-da-da-da Baby girl it`s better to keep it thugged out Ain`t nothing like it when you, scratching and biting only gets me excited She like, T Double why you fucking with me I done came three times and you still sucking on the first titty I`m like girl you better work it better Like the full moon in June but pretty soon I`ll be hurting it Now turn around, let me calm you down We go up and down, real niggas puts it down I`m getting aquainted with the clitoris I keep my hands to my sides, while I slowly spread the lips I eats it up, `fore I beats it up The first quarter slow motion, second half, speed it up Plus she already owe me one, she like Nevermind, but this time we 69ing I need my dick sucked C.O.D. This is T Double D I get my dick sucked O.D.P. I ain`t really here to play no games girl You already know my name yeah Freaky deaky cause it ain`t no thang yeah B-ba-da-da-da-da I ain`t really here to play no games girl You already know my name yeah Freaky deaky cause it ain`t no thang yeah B-ba-da-da-da-da Being that I`m missing you, been having fantasies of kissing you I get the picture, I piss you but what I`m suppose to do Or could it be that I`m falling in love Or a possibility I`m way too far for a thug I`ll never tease you, I`m here to please you And baby girl believe it, girl I`ll never leave you I`ll be your freaky deaky lover man Making love forever trying all the god damn numbers When we, rubbing and touching eachother Oh my god it`s getting hard and you getting wetter and wetter It`s getting better and better, wish it could last forever But never never, nothing I ain`t worried girl I ain`t really here to play no games girl You already know my name yeah Freaky deaky cause it ain`t no thang yeah B-ba-da-da-da-da(*반복) |
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from Trick Daddy - Thug Holiday (2002)
Give me a chevy tre cheverlet let me ride
half a pill just a hit it gets me high duce tre esclade that`s my style t double d thuggin and raw ride or die I used to be a polo kid who would of thought of all the stupid shit that I did I used to sport it talk about it that`s the reason why shorty went in the hood and bought it Mr. Rabbit like a fast from the past bone jean overalls yall can kiss my ass thug nigga going back to the basic and that Iceberg on the curve is thug animated but first off this is T double when I hitya with them k cutters you turn bout three colors gon and get your big brother I don`t care I`m dade county major slash player hold up cuz Mr. Dollar got sold up time for war now be a boy what`s the hold up a new candiate for the thug of the year I`m the ultiment thug the rest of them busta is quitters Give me a chevy tre cheverlet let me ride half a pill just a hit it gets me high duce tre esclade that`s my style t double d thuggin and raw ride or die You know it`s your boy R Ross, the overweight hell of a nigga so pepperlicoius and we getting it sitting on serious inches we dem niggas smoking coco and serious vison (at the door) bouncers don`t touch us they know once ounces go up they hold up and know what I drink cris let it bubble back I`m leaning on double stack ready to snap Trick already know yall ain`t ready for us we make a way in the club waving a slug come play with a thug I can let yall lay in the mud I battle you partner a spotter that`s hotter with a nuff music to wake pac up keep your glocks up you can`t stop us true husltler chop doctors knot in pockets in truly didited or god got us oh my dream being in da seat daddy `ll trip daddy on green bitch Give me a chevy tre cheverlet let me ride half a pill just a hit it gets me high duce tre esclade that`s my style t double d thuggin and raw ride or die Some of these ho`s think I`m manish go head ask me were I got my manners bitch ask your mamie I slap a bitch in minute seen it twice already ho I muthafucking mean it plus d bout big money get honey lauging that six hundred still running so what`s the cause mayham or murder who is the killer shit I`ll kill ya got money so I`ll make it in court plus I`ma thug nigga and I`ll never get caught bout to set up shop pushing caine to rocks plus my glock gon take this shit on top this ain`t no muthafucking hang out we don`t eat shit smoke caine out the same damn house this is thug life not a citcom plus we got big guns ready for change now Give me a chevy tre cheverlet let me ride half a pill just a hit it gets me high duce tre esclade that`s my style t double d thuggin and raw ride or die |
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from Trick Daddy - Thug Holiday (2002)
Until the day a nigga D-I-E I`ll be forever thuggin baby
Ever since I f**king These bitches loved it baby Still got the chron son I used to be drug dealer X-men, Ex-con, forever thug nigga Around here we smoke a bitch I still book `em heavy Cause I bought that benz,(uh-huh) Damn me I sold my chevy I love my ? , I talk to `em everyday I ride around `em cool, I walk be `em yesterday I`m from the southwest, where niggas drive chevys at Come through with that bullshit, My niggas don`t gonna handle dat I f**k with no bustas, my game is straight must-a So if you f**kin with us We`ll hit you up with K Cutters I feels no niggas But I pitch no hittas The curve balls at they ass They gonna watch `em go get em I`m now the coo guy up the street up the block from em` I used to up my glocks on em, then take they blocks from em` Nigga this is thug shit, thats all I represent You don`t believe me, ask them niggas I bets they love this Nigga this is thug shit, thats all I represent You don`t believe me, ask them niggas I bets they love this When my niggaz and bitches Go from rags to riches It`ll be thug life and yall still with me When my niggaz and bitches Go from rags to riches It`ll be thug life again, so ride wit me When my niggaz and bitches Go from rags to riches It`ll be thug life and yall still with me When my niggaz and bitches Go from rags to riches It`ll be thug life again, so ride wit me (Uh-ohh) C-O, betta known as Mr. Piscopo Pull out my dick and piss on hoes In ya face while I spit these flows Like you ain`t know, nigga we kick down doors to get that dough Hit your hoes, bend your doors, smoke your dough And we gonna get mo` For sho`, you know dat cheddar make it betta And its thug life forever, and we all in dis togetha Like dun-a Dun-a Nigga dem rags to riches Wit your boy C-O money, marching double-D so bitch don`t go So nigga rolls, so every motha f**ka get down the floors Get away from all your doors and windows Cause a nigga done passed wit` a .44 And im`a let it go,like boom Betta break ya-self, I can`t take myself But killa, nigga, won`t have to make myself And i`ll come to ya wake myself I won`t send no dogs, no friends, no loot, No fool, no car, no clothes, no suit Just a note that say, he.. through Now, now thanks to you, Me and tre gotta make up for these times lost We bout` that cash, we on that ass So let them 9`s off When my niggaz and bitches Go from rags to riches It`ll be thug life and yall still with me When my niggaz and bitches Go from rags to riches It`ll be thug life again, so ride wit me When my niggaz and bitches Go from rags to riches It`ll be thug life and yall still with me When my niggaz and bitches Go from rags to riches It`ll be thug life again, so ride wit me So mutha-f**king sicka, stupid hoes and f**k niggas Snitches and bitches, yo hold on I`m gon` kill`em And I`m just chillin bustas, she fought for me to keep em So I just peep em`, lay back and I book my reefa I`m a thug nigga, so ya know I gots to keep my pistols I got the choppers that i`ll bring down and won`t miss ya You want a nigga that gives a f**k about a bitch Unless you sucking the f**king ho and tryin` to get rich I need a bitch that can ball a nigga out Who can shoot a nigga best A bitch about stacks ho All this complaining ho, bitch about that Ever since I hold a benz, bitch be all on my back Nigga this is thug shit, thats all I represent You don`t believe me, ask them niggas I bets they love this Nigga this is thug shit, thats all I represent You don`t believe me, ask them niggas I bets they love this When my niggaz and bitches Go from rags to riches It`ll be thug life and yall still with me (*반복) |
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Bitch I′ll kill ya, fo′ night
(Hook x2) I′m goin′ all way out bout mine Best in a biscuit shot bout mine Hoes get slapped in the mouth bout mine Prices stay the same and they drop bout mine (Verse 1, Money Mark) You f**ks with T Double D then you f**ks with we Now you runnin′ round duckin′ me Young nigga with a AK better than Ananda Lee I send them killers where ya mama be I be Money M to the izzay, R to the kizzay Come through choppin′ ya block I don′t plizzay Got dolo for the low, then hit the 2 Way Peace to Uncle Lisle I miss him everyday, hey Love dough and love to hate hoes Love to pull nigga bout mine lil′ nose Nigga tryna hold me back, I′m throwin′ ′bows I′m a treal ass nigga, that′s how shit goes (Rick Ross) You can never f**k with me, I′ll just flow harder CL 6 sittin′ low on those (?) I′m a Philly man, but I don′t blow garbage Got sweet dick, most of these hoes got it Ain′t no love, you see how the Feds do us Wanna eat like rust and some for tear Lucas Haul that blunt to a nigga share mucas Body on ′em so what, look up we had shooters (?) Take all tinted route Hand guns, razor blades comin′ out of the mouth Borderline rapper, come see me but twin 49 rapper It′s more to mine rapper Saw that rhyme after, yeah, got the right gat Eat with the 2 Way they scared to write back Lay niggas down like this? No like ′dat No whoever ran, make ′em come back like crack (Duece Poppi) You better worry bout you, don′t worry bout me I pop three, out the drop-e I smoke brocoli, you know we got D Duece Poppi and T Double D We got them AK shells and they hot as hell Crackin′ back to the white meat like lobster tails Poppin shells, quick to crack your breastbone Tore his head off ′cause he had his vest on 12 gauge, shoot ten times for haters Niggas curlin′ up like activators Fake ass thugs, stop with them lies You ain′t rapped like that when Tupac was alive (Hook x2) (Verse 2, Mystic) I′m not gonna f**k with you nigga, ′cause I don′t know you my nigga So don′t you f**k with me or my dogs Nigga I′m for real about mine, and my dogs ready to kill bout mine I chill, smoke crip and send orders Off all those po-po′s and armed forces, f**k ′em They don′t wanna see me fly, I don′t trust ′em They probably wanna see me die, that why Hold the fire, and keep it closed and keep an open eye For them haters and hoes, ′cause I don′t play about mine Goin′ deep, pray about mine Know baby had to spray about mine, AK about mine F**k that you′ve been warned too many times How you feel bout yours, nigga I′m ten times worse You gettin′ revenge but nigga mine will get you cursed So please don′t f**k around with me ′Cause my dogs will bust around at he Whoever obsessed, me boy, don′t test me boy Touch me, my dog′ll wetcha boy (Trick Daddy) Most niggas get rich, get goats I went out and got guns, united my folks (my folks) Pour it out for the ones we lost, now bitch Throw it up ′fore I blow it up You ain′t know I was a G muthaf**ka You don′t really wanna see me muthaf**ka I′m a thug nigga, fo′ life Bitch I′ll kill ya, fo′ night I′m goin′ all way out bout mine Best in a biscuit shot bout mine Hoes get slapped in the mouth bout mine Prices stay the same and they drop bout mine Runnin′ in your grandmami house bout mine I ain′t slippin′, I got my nine Plus Duece got his, you better think twice bitch ′cause you got kids Plus, I know what you did, add that to the fact I know where you live Thug life and you know how it is Shit don′t stop till a nigga get killed (killed, killed, killed, get killed) (Hook x2) |
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from Trick Daddy - Thug Holiday (2002)
Turn It up, Because I have something to say ya'll Ya'll pay attention ova there Repersenting Page County You know what I'm saying? Everybody doin songs talking about what they gat and they jewelry and they cars, i want to talk about somethingwe never had shit, be real (Trick Daddy) And there damn sure aint no Santa Clause because, if it was like Santa what happen to Thingsgiving dinner while ya'll was dreaming of a white Christmas I was out chillen wit my niggas out stealin trying to make a living and if I robe for a million I just hope god would forgive me after i spent it on his children See I was born in da struggle 89 stepdaddy's me and my mother and ten others, Lets see thats 3 sisters, 7 brothers all we had was each other and i did cuz I love'm I never seen a flying raindeer so if rudoff called dawg ya'lljust tell him I aint here, and I aint da grinch who like to stillChristmas, but if u pay attenion there a lesson to learn just listin See I beleave dat da children know our future but if u don't rise them right they'll grow up and shoot cha [Chorus]2x 24,7 3,65 aint no christmas in da ghetto just tryin' na stay alive he neva even seem them he never even hear them only HO HO HO, Is da Hoes i know (Trick Daddy) I was born amunch raseism, thats why the police hate me and I cam see it in their faces yeah they wanna give nigga cases and they wanna see me in jail hell they can't wait to take me, wanna hog tie me and take my bar, take me off around Christmas cracker don't make me run If you know the moral to the words of this song, what about the words of Rodney King |
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from Trick Daddy - Thug Holiday (2002)
All aboard!!!
We ride, we ride We ride, we ride We ride, we ride <i>[Hook]</i> S-N, S-S-N-S S-N, S-S-N-S S-N, S-S-N-S S-N, S-S-N-S We sendin' this to all you (All you) So you can do (Do it, do it) what you want to (Bop, bop, bop) This is the funk (That funk) it's something new (Uh-huh) We sendin' out this message to <i>[Money Mark]</i> All the pretty little young and sexy women And they great-great grandma's love they way we are Make them shake they body, bodies It's the number one clique who love to party We from the bottom, M-I-A Came to have a ball and y'all, it's okay Money Mark and the S-N-S, we don't play No day, no way, WHAT YOU SAY? <i>[J.V.]</i> I got my eye on a victory that'll take my crew down in history (Huh!) <i>[C.O.]</i> S-N-S so fresh so clean, and can't none of y'all fuck wit my team Anything less than that, it's just a dream We gotta be sittin' on top ya'know wha'I mean Y'all done slipped so we slidin' in We sellin' records like Goofy trapped again Bet yo ass this shit won't stop You know C.O. got shit on lock (Huh) Big boy takin' over the block Got kids on the curb goin' (Bop, bop...) <i>[Deuce Poppi]</i> Now hold up, wait a minute Let me get a lil' gangsta wit it Can you pig and pop the Belve And swig your jaw rap out we live it Poppi gon' get it, seven digits Seats in the six coupe made of lizards And we won't stop like puffin' it Whether it's crack or rap hustlin' Cuz we drop the hits that'll funk the hardest Radio gon' play this regardless S-N-S, bust like an SKS Betta ask somebody who the best (Yes) <i>[Hook]</i> <i>[Trick Daddy]</i> Call me - Rosco, Peeko Tran And I come through in that seven tre thang (Uh-huh) Play wit us, spray the damn thang See down here that's an e'eryday thang It's guns and greens on dub dukes Cop deuces half price from the boosters See thugs wasn't big enough You wanted beef wit the thugs, but the club wasn't big enough All the G's to the V.I.P. Hoes follow along right after me It's - SNS in this bitch Matter fact, I be the best in this shit Put me on your next remix Now count the spins that you get (Uh-huh) See shit get crazy dogg I'm takin' this shit way back to the eighties y'all We're packed in jumbo jets Line it up, the boy bought to bring it back For <i>[Hook x2]</i> |
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from Trick Daddy - Thug Holiday (2002)
Another anthem for the thugs
Dade County's finest [Intro] Look what God done gave me Look what God done done And even though I'm thuggin' God been good to me [Verse 1] On everything I love, I'm a thug I done considered a change but what for (What for?) Alla my homies in pen fields I can't be lying to them, if I'm ridin' for them I gotta tell 'em how it really is Alotta things done changed since last year Nope the crib and the same no more And these young niggas don't respect the game no more They don't see your name no more They doin' they own lil' thangs though Committin' sins, they know they get hanged for But nigga God is straight, for as long as you keepin' it straight Keep believin' in him and you'll be leavin' with him So in Jesus' name I pray for better thangs If you help me Lord my heart'll never change And y'all pray wit me Huh, huh-huh 'Fore they come get me and then come get cha [Hook] Look what God done gave me Look what God done done And even though I'm thuggin' God been good to me, good to me Look at all my money Look at all I've done And even though I'm thuggin' God been good to me, good to me [Verse 2] I could've been Asian, Bohemian Puertorican, Jamaican Could've been Cuban, Columbian or Haitian Could've been Japanese, Chinese or Guayanese Could've been from overseas or the West Indies Could've been anything but God made me black Could've had anything but God gave me stacks While he was givin' me that he said remember you're black Whatever you spend on your momma I be gettin' it back So as you see, a |
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from Trick Daddy - Thug Holiday (2002)
`Tis the season to be jolly(Jolly, for what) hell if I know
I just don`t get it, tell it like it is It`s on, truth hurts It`s like the sun in the summer It`s like the cold in the winter And when it rains it pours Y`all keep sweating these hoes And doing this one for the poor ones It`s like the sun in the summer It`s like the cold in the winter And when it rains it pours Y`all keep sweating these hoes And doing this one for the poor ones This one here is dedicated for them hatas, I wrote it for my niggas Who ain`t here they couldn`t make it, let`s face it The dope game is getting shaky When shit get flaky, see most niggas can`t take it I done seen the biggest dope dealas turn squealas And yesterday`s killas, today`s fucked niggas ?That`s defined? on behalf of the state Your main key witness, and won`t involve me with em You could set me up to crush time It ain`t selling the vines so nigga,lay down and do your time Cause, back when you was kingpinning I was sitting off in prison, and you ain`t send me a penny And closing arguments can`t get me I had it deep for the state, caught his first witness That`s right, that`s right From one heat to another, you a sucka It`s like the sun in the summer It`s like the cold in the winter And when it rains it pours Y`all keep sweating these hoes And doing this one for the poor ones It`s like the sun in the summer It`s like the cold in the winter And when it rains it pours Y`all keep sweating these hoes And doing this one for the poor ones As an American, I think the whole world`s against us It took 9-11 just to convince us That we got wars going on And it`s way bigger than thugs, this shit`s deeper than drugs Suicide bombings, and air attacks All the planes that were hijacked, and all of our politics So I guess that makes me a democrate The Republican party problems are worrying about crack If I could speak another language, I`d say it in French, Spanish damn it, so everybody understand it Want everybody on the planet, that if you anti-thug I guess you gets no love, from us It`s like the sun in the summer It`s like the cold in the winter And when it rains it pours Y`all keep sweating these hoes And doing this one for the poor ones It`s like the sun in the summer It`s like the cold in the winter And when it rains it pours Y`all keep sweating these hoes And doing this one for the poor ones Where are the police at when you really need em How can you chastise a child, if you ain`t allowed to beat him Want to screaming for no reason Why you keep reproducing if you know you can`t feed em If he leave you, don`t blame him He the father of two mugs so regardless, you ought to raise em And it might seem outrageous This unsafe sex these days quite dangerous And stop killing these babies, I mean it, I love em If you don`t want em give em to me I`ll raise em Truth is, that the future is our kids, and every playa with skills Should be in the NFL, for real It`s like the sun in the summer It`s like the cold in the winter And when it rains it pours Y`all keep sweating these hoes And doing this one for the poor ones It`s like the sun in the summer It`s like the cold in the winter And when it rains it pours Y`all keep sweating these hoes And doing this one for the poor ones `Tis the season to be jolly (Jolly, for what) hell if I know I just don`t get it, tell it like it is It`s on, truth hurts |
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from Trick Daddy - Thug Holiday (2002)
Hah, haha
That's just the sound of the Hen'.. True Story.. Buddy Roe.. They say tell the truth, Shane and them (uh-huh) Thank God for the thugs too... see! [Trick Daddy] I'm a ol' sneaky, ol' freaky, ol' geechy-ass nigga Collard green, neckbone-eatin-ass nigga Always wearin my jeans baggy saggy You know Florida, Georgia, South Cakalaky Growed up eatin spam sandwiches Sugar water and mayonnaise sandwich Share the room with bout four mo' brothers But one home for 'em and wattn't no mo' covers A little bad motherfucker (ah-ha) Always rude and always in trouble None of my teachers ain't like me (uh-huh) But make it so bad, Pearl had seven mo' like me If you growed up the way I did You gotsta understand, Trick love the kids (Ooooooohh!) Trick love the kids [Chorus: Cee-Lo] Drop the top and let the sunshine in With the woodgrain, let the twinkies spin Get you a glass, mix the Coke and the Hen' It's quite alright, with the 'dro in the wind, with the 'dro in the wind [Trick Daddy] Cut me a seven-treis Chevy, put dubs on that bitch (uh-huh) Candy apple green, niggaz lovin this shit (lovin this shit) And wait a minute, I'll act a fool Ya don't like how I'm livin? Bitch fuck you (uh-huh) That's right I'm a rude-ass nigga Quick to do you, cut a fool-ass nigga Weighin' in at bout a buck six-five And a nigga can fuck, plus the boy gets live (that's right) You know legs, wings, and short thighs (short thighs) Eat 'em up, beat 'em up, then switch sides [Cee-Lo] Hot whore work her con-con, Valor to the floor He oughta enjoy, with the loaded four-four Be sure and acquire more 'fore ya fuck with mine Disrespect; I'll disconnect ya line With a sick SWAT, when shit's hot, ya get shot The fire, the fury, ya fuck with it not Ya stoppin the grace, get out my space and my - face Fore me and my ace-a lay down the whole place Recognize, this is the verbalize Surprise, fuckin with me wrong way to wise nigga Hoes, clothes, shows, Vogues, golds Big ol' bankrolls, that's all a nigga know Throw yo' elbows, I'm sicker than I suppose Hoes unchose, cuz my jewelry froze You know how it goes, these young niggaz don't want it like this Go off and get yo' gat, to silence the chit-chat, blast! So pass, outlast, bout cash Mo' sicky, talk tricky to the trick like trash Lo realer, a go-rilla, flow for mo' scrilla Come clean, lookin mean, but you ain't no killa! (Oooooooooh!) [Chorus: Cee-Lo] Oooooooooh! Oooooooooh! [repeat Chorus] |
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from Trick Daddy - Thug Holiday (2002)
Turn It up, Because I have something to say ya'll Ya'll pay attention ova there Repersenting Page County You know what I'm saying? Everybody doin songs talking about what they gat and they jewelry and they cars, i want to talk about somethingwe never had shit, be real (Trick Daddy) And there damn sure aint no Santa Clause because, if it was like Santa what happen to Thingsgiving dinner while ya'll was dreaming of a white Christmas I was out chillen wit my niggas out stealin trying to make a living and if I robe for a million I just hope god would forgive me after i spent it on his children See I was born in da struggle 89 stepdaddy's me and my mother and ten others, Lets see thats 3 sisters, 7 brothers all we had was each other and i did cuz I love'm I never seen a flying raindeer so if rudoff called dawg ya'lljust tell him I aint here, and I aint da grinch who like to stillChristmas, but if u pay attenion there a lesson to learn just listin See I beleave dat da children know our future but if u don't rise them right they'll grow up and shoot cha [Chorus]2x 24,7 3,65 aint no christmas in da ghetto just tryin' na stay alive he neva even seem them he never even hear them only HO HO HO, Is da Hoes i know (Trick Daddy) I was born amunch raseism, thats why the police hate me and I cam see it in their faces yeah they wanna give nigga cases and they wanna see me in jail hell they can't wait to take me, wanna hog tie me and take my bar, take me off around Christmas cracker don't make me run If you know the moral to the words of this song, what about the words of Rodney King |
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Hey wut dat is? You Hey you hear dat shit. Damn dogg i know it aint what i think it is Hey man hey hey you selling trick daddy cd's? YES, NO NO NO NO So wut is that? Saaalllsaaa Madenga Fuckin Latin (Trick in the background) Ohhh Madenngee So no trick daddy? No no trick daddy Do you like trick daddy? YES So you not selling Trick Daddy? No Ok good good my friend good (Trick and Frind leave and door closes) FUCK TRICK DADDY I NEEDED MY MONEY |
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People gots to have....money Haha (gangsta)
Just like that Haha, my recipe for murda (murda) Couple pounds of brown ,Couple DT`s (Couple DT`s) Fo`or five of them big things they call shoppas See I was raised in the slums But niggas tote guns distribute and run Watch out on the one and one servin` the bomb Niggas talk about Miami but they scared to come Leavin`they family in danger just to play in the sun Nigga, we did what you done and what you talkin` about Like droppin`drugs up out of town and keepin`dope in the house Ain`t give my life to that`cause it`s over and out That`s how it is when you exposed in the south See All I need is big guns on the side of me Bout a half a brick of yay and a pound of weed Straight do or die bitches that`ll die for me How many niggas down to ride with me (Hey, hey) All I need is big guns on the side of me Bout a half a brick of yay and a pound of weed Straight do or die bitches that`ll die for me How many niggas down to ride with me (Hey, hey) The reenactment of my first murda With no remorse and no feelin`s Hell, cuz I ain`t even know this nigga The shit was deep I couldn`t just let it go While I was shootin`bout my money Fruitin`bout my dough,bitch I bust his ass like the last muthafucka Went in with them stunnas, came out with them cuttas, cut up You shoulda seen the muthafucka jumpin`thumpin` Bullet after bullet pumpin` fully after fully You muthafuckas went in bad choppas I still got em, that nigga begged for his life but I still shot him I let him know bitch, this is how I feel bout ya I asked him out but now his momma bout to hear about him I`m from the era of the goodfellas, you know Nigga like Big Ike, Big Nose Bob and Bo Dilly I growed up on the turf watchin` Murph and them Murph dropped the top on the bird, that nigga was hurtin` them I take this shit back to thirties and vogue Let`s see that`s way before them Bama-ass hammers and loaves That`s in the days when the ave was jumpin` Ev`ry nigga was gettin` money, every corner was pumpin` and jumpin` uh,but now we in the new era A new game a different thang and a whole buncha new killas Money, money, money. E`ery time, goddammit I`ll say it e`ery time Betta call us murderers See All I need is big guns on the side of me Bout a half a brick of yay and a pound of weed Straight do or die bitches that`ll die for me How many niggas down to ride with me (Hey, hey) All I need is big guns on the side of me Bout a half a brick of yay and a pound of weed Straight do or die bitches that`ll die for me How many niggas down to ride with me (Hey, hey) The boy think he gettin` payed, jumpin` out Squeezin` AK`s, on the ground they lay That`s how we do this shit in Dade Killer bee`s, snappin` pictures plottin` killin` me Them killed my dogg, hell naw it couldn`t be Gotta straighten this shit, got SK`s with extra clips Holla killer head, and make them bitches flip the script Cut it back to light, fake the left, rip the right Them feel my eyes, these bitches down to die tonight Pull right on the side, raise it up squeeze that thang Went bang, bang till their muh`fuckin` brains hang I live for this, so damn right I kill for this And when I get that feelin`,ain`t gon`be no hit or miss See All I need is big guns on the side of me Bout a half a brick of yay and a pound of weed Straight do or die bitches that`ll die for me How many niggas down to ride with me (Hey, hey) All I need is big guns on the side of me Bout a half a brick of yay and a pound of weed Straight do or die bitches that`ll die for me How many niggas down to ride with me (Hey, hey) |
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from Trick Daddy - Thug Holiday (2002)
Hah, haha
That's just the sound of the Hen'.. True Story.. Buddy Roe.. They say tell the truth, Shane and them (uh-huh) Thank God for the thugs too... see! [Trick Daddy] I'm a ol' sneaky, ol' freaky, ol' geechy-ass nigga Collard green, neckbone-eatin-ass nigga Always wearin my jeans baggy saggy You know Florida, Georgia, South Cakalaky Growed up eatin spam sandwiches Sugar water and mayonnaise sandwich Share the room with bout four mo' brothers But one home for 'em and wattn't no mo' covers A little bad motherfucker (ah-ha) Always rude and always in trouble None of my teachers ain't like me (uh-huh) But make it so bad, Pearl had seven mo' like me If you growed up the way I did You gotsta understand, Trick love the kids (Ooooooohh!) Trick love the kids [Chorus: Cee-Lo] Drop the top and let the sunshine in With the woodgrain, let the twinkies spin Get you a glass, mix the Coke and the Hen' It's quite alright, with the 'dro in the wind, with the 'dro in the wind [Trick Daddy] Cut me a seven-treis Chevy, put dubs on that bitch (uh-huh) Candy apple green, niggaz lovin this shit (lovin this shit) And wait a minute, I'll act a fool Ya don't like how I'm livin? Bitch fuck you (uh-huh) That's right I'm a rude-ass nigga Quick to do you, cut a fool-ass nigga Weighin' in at bout a buck six-five And a nigga can fuck, plus the boy gets live (that's right) You know legs, wings, and short thighs (short thighs) Eat 'em up, beat 'em up, then switch sides [Cee-Lo] Hot whore work her con-con, Valor to the floor He oughta enjoy, with the loaded four-four Be sure and acquire more 'fore ya fuck with mine Disrespect; I'll disconnect ya line With a sick SWAT, when shit's hot, ya get shot The fire, the fury, ya fuck with it not Ya stoppin the grace, get out my space and my - face Fore me and my ace-a lay down the whole place Recognize, this is the verbalize Surprise, fuckin with me wrong way to wise nigga Hoes, clothes, shows, Vogues, golds Big ol' bankrolls, that's all a nigga know Throw yo' elbows, I'm sicker than I suppose Hoes unchose, cuz my jewelry froze You know how it goes, these young niggaz don't want it like this Go off and get yo' gat, to silence the chit-chat, blast! So pass, outlast, bout cash Mo' sicky, talk tricky to the trick like trash Lo realer, a go-rilla, flow for mo' scrilla Come clean, lookin mean, but you ain't no killa! (Oooooooooh!) [Chorus: Cee-Lo] Oooooooooh! Oooooooooh! [repeat Chorus] |
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from Trick Daddy - Thug Holiday (2002)
And the winner is, Trick Diesel Facemob
My nigga Baby, ha ha Gangsta, gangsta, gangsta You know me, `T` double, you know I`m a G Cuz I keeps it gangsta, gangsta, gangsta gangsta, gangsta than a motherfucker But it was like you, you a pussy nigga But I keeps it gangsta, gangsta, gangsta gangsta, gangsta than a motherfucker Went to a eight ball from a dime piece Ship dat, flip dat, bought a nine piece in five weeks Shit lookin` good but I think slammin` Me and my dawg passed up bought a block and a half Sellin` O`s or betta clockin a fag Bout four, five slugs and we was bustin` they ass Gotta keep my bread in a safe place We up with my hitchens in undisclosed locations Hey yo I got the llello, you got the money Try nothin` funny and I don`t buy dummies Every ounce betta bounce back And every brick that I break up It all betta flake up And when that shit hit the waters Shit go to ballin` That dope all betta fall in I bought coke back on 84 Back when wood used to get them bricks from the Birdo And when I hit him I want to hurt him And on cutlass I wanna hit it They ass gon` feel it You know me, `T` double, you know I`m a G Cuz I keeps it gangsta, gangsta, gangsta gangsta, gangsta than a motherfucker But it was like you, you a pussy nigga But I keeps it gangsta, gangsta, gangsta gangsta, gangsta than a motherfucker Ay Ay, It`s the kid wit the bricks taped up in the grill Mmmm Hmmmm Cadillac that is Wit that rag top bubbly E class burnin` rubber You the number 1 stunna ma show a lil somthin` Ay, ay roll a lil somethin`Mmm Hmm blow a lil somethin` I got them thangs for a lil nothin` If you got a lil money I`ma throw a lil somethin` Bump this nigga Mmmm Hmmmm fuck you nigga We aint from `round here dumpin` on niggas But ay Trick Daddy battle up for this nigga Well let me get to my hustle (hustle) I got bricks, grams, and bundles (bundles) I got ki`s in the muffler Birdman daddy CMB motherfucker You know me, `T` double, you know I`m a G Cuz I keeps it gangsta, gangsta, gangsta gangsta, gangsta than a motherfucker But it was like you, you a pussy nigga But I keeps it gangsta, gangsta, gangsta gangsta, gangsta than a motherfucker Face mob, right back at ya With O`s like cookies I flip like spatulas 99.9 of the time I`m on the grind Bricked up and breakin` em down I got to admit the dope game gravy 3 zippers balled up you bring back 80 You learn to swell you might see double Remember you can`t sell bubble So here it is fool I play the game where its no rules Givin` you lessons from the old school You don`t get high off your own supply And when a motherfucker cross you make sure he die Make the next man know he got to think about the payback This shit go deeper than me rapping or me say that Ask my nigga Trick Daddy, ask my nigga Baby Been like that since the early 80`s You know me, `T` double, you know I`m a G Cuz I keeps it gangsta, gangsta, gangsta gangsta, gangsta than a motherfucker But it was like you, you a pussy nigga But I keeps it gangsta, gangsta, gangsta gangsta, gangsta than a motherfucker |
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from Trick Daddy - Thug Holiday (2002)
Thug holiday, go ahead you can cry it`s alright baby
Everything gone be gravy later, that`s right This the time when we take time to remember All the loved ones we lost in the struggle you know I dedicate this to my brother Hollywood, Toby, Bam My dog Itchy and Lil Trav, I dedicate this to the struggle Everybody in the county jail, state penn, check it out If it wasn`t for bad luck, hell I guess that a nigga wouldn`t have none But when I think about it, what would I be without my gun How could I, get away from the po-po`s, if a, nigga couldn`t run And why was I given a daughter when I always prayed for a son Life is crazy ain`t it, sometimes I even think the same thing I`ve been waiting on freedom to ring hell but ain`t a thang changed And I lost my brother in the struggle, and then he lost his mother And I was thinking if I lose mine, who`s gone raise my brother Not to be a thug, stay in school, don`t use drugs Who`ll teach him right from wrong and show them boys, true love So I pray for the better days, face the bomb had a run-a-ways And, I put my guns away and I pray for peace on Sundays, it`s crazy ain`t it Just like the soldiers, that ain`t coming home this year Just like the fellas, in prison, we miss you so much for real What about the children, who ran away, that ain`t coming home today Well here`s a message from coast to coast Cause when them thugs really need it the most a thug holiday Just like em, just like em, just like em, a thug holiday Here go one for, all these killings and all these conflicts in religion See the Muslims, Jews and Christians but know they are all God`s children There`s only, one him, plus ain`t none of y`all confronting him So blind in our own minds we wouldn`t even know God if `we was in front him` And, I read your books know all your remixes to the Bible What about a verse for the thugs, a cure for drugs and survival Let`s add some chapters named Martin, Malcolm and Farrakhan In all my history books, only one died was the Americans And, let`s point em out who`s responsible for Vietnam And, hold on there`s more, we had two World Wars And, how come the judges make more than the teachers is making When they the ones raising all the taxes and got us fighting for education Life is crazy ain`t it So many tears, through out the years Somebody tell me what`s going on And so many lives, but only God knows About the pain deep inside It gets so hard, you got to keep your head up I know you`re fed up, but stay strong Here`s a message from coast to coast Cause when them thugs really need it the most, thug holiday Just like em, just like em, just like em, a thug holiday - This is for my people in the ghetto I`m calling out, calling out To all my thugs in the ghetto Calling out, calling out It gets hard sometimes, but you Got to keep your head up, and be strong Here`s a message from coast to coast Cause when them thugs really need it the most,a thug holiday Cause we need it, gotta have it quit is hard, out here any street you know what I mean ghetto, I`m calling out, all my thugs in the ghetto Here`s a message from coast to coast Cause when them thugs really need it the most, thug holiday I said thug holiday, need it |
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from Trick Daddy - Thug Holiday (2002)
Phone Ringin
Friend: Hello! She:(cryin) Friends:Girl whats wrong calm down Friend:Tell Me Whats Wrong, Slow Down Slow Down Slow Down Calm Down Slow Down Slow Down She: Girl he didnt call me he wont call me Friend:Who Wont call you,Who Wont Call You, Slow Down Slow Down She:Trick,Yea I Keep Callin Him Friend:You Fuck Trick She:Yea Friend:I Told You Not To Fuck That Nigga She:Why He Wont Call Me Friend:He Got Dat Double Dose Sista Dont Do Dat She:Girl Im Fienin FOr It, girl Friend:Thas Wat Im Tryna Tell You,You Got Me, I Took A Year To Get Ova Mine She:Cuz It Waz So Long, It Waz So LOngggg Friend:Ooo Friend:Yea I Know She:It Waz So Long Friend:I Know Girl, I Know Guess What Ima Call HIm Ryght NOw For You She:Ok Tell Him Tell Him To Call Me, OK Friend:Ima Call Him Ryght Now Ima Call HIm Ryght NOw, Dont Worry Bout A Thang, I Gotchu Friend: FUCK DAT, IMA CALL DAT NIGGA FO ME |
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from Trick Daddy - Thug Holiday (2002)
I ain`t really here to play no games girl
You already know my name yeah Freaky deaky cause it ain`t no thang yeah B-ba-da-da-da-da I ain`t really here to play no games girl You already know my name yeah Freaky deaky cause it ain`t no thang yeah B-ba-da-da-da-da You see the part of making busta ass niggas you been fucking with Always busting shit, but never talking shit Any of us tell you don`t think that a playa did it And made you wear the life is more than a hell didn`t it Boy I tell you, and that`s the deal with them real niggas And stay far away from fuck niggas Don`t be a sucka at least not for nothing are you Sucking and fucking, a bitch better have something I need something that`s compatible Not nothing young and dumb and full of cum but wanna letable I better, nigga like T Double, get it wetter Suck her fuck her better than the average nigga I need a girl that`s into trying thangs So I can put her into my frame, and land in the mind game I know she`s a mama girl and I`m a street nigga Once we get together, I bet you she`ll sleep better I ain`t really here to play no games girl You already know my name yeah Freaky deaky cause it ain`t no thang yeah B-ba-da-da-da-da I ain`t really here to play no games girl You already know my name yeah Freaky deaky cause it ain`t no thang yeah B-ba-da-da-da-da Baby girl it`s better to keep it thugged out Ain`t nothing like it when you, scratching and biting only gets me excited She like, T Double why you fucking with me I done came three times and you still sucking on the first titty I`m like girl you better work it better Like the full moon in June but pretty soon I`ll be hurting it Now turn around, let me calm you down We go up and down, real niggas puts it down I`m getting aquainted with the clitoris I keep my hands to my sides, while I slowly spread the lips I eats it up, `fore I beats it up The first quarter slow motion, second half, speed it up Plus she already owe me one, she like Nevermind, but this time we 69ing I need my dick sucked C.O.D. This is T Double D I get my dick sucked O.D.P. I ain`t really here to play no games girl You already know my name yeah Freaky deaky cause it ain`t no thang yeah B-ba-da-da-da-da I ain`t really here to play no games girl You already know my name yeah Freaky deaky cause it ain`t no thang yeah B-ba-da-da-da-da Being that I`m missing you, been having fantasies of kissing you I get the picture, I piss you but what I`m suppose to do Or could it be that I`m falling in love Or a possibility I`m way too far for a thug I`ll never tease you, I`m here to please you And baby girl believe it, girl I`ll never leave you I`ll be your freaky deaky lover man Making love forever trying all the god damn numbers When we, rubbing and touching eachother Oh my god it`s getting hard and you getting wetter and wetter It`s getting better and better, wish it could last forever But never never, nothing I ain`t worried girl I ain`t really here to play no games girl You already know my name yeah Freaky deaky cause it ain`t no thang yeah B-ba-da-da-da-da(*반복) |
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from Trick Daddy - Thug Holiday (2002)
Give me a chevy tre cheverlet let me ride
half a pill just a hit it gets me high duce tre esclade that`s my style t double d thuggin and raw ride or die I used to be a polo kid who would of thought of all the stupid shit that I did I used to sport it talk about it that`s the reason why shorty went in the hood and bought it Mr. Rabbit like a fast from the past bone jean overalls yall can kiss my ass thug nigga going back to the basic and that Iceberg on the curve is thug animated but first off this is T double when I hitya with them k cutters you turn bout three colors gon and get your big brother I don`t care I`m dade county major slash player hold up cuz Mr. Dollar got sold up time for war now be a boy what`s the hold up a new candiate for the thug of the year I`m the ultiment thug the rest of them busta is quitters Give me a chevy tre cheverlet let me ride half a pill just a hit it gets me high duce tre esclade that`s my style t double d thuggin and raw ride or die You know it`s your boy R Ross, the overweight hell of a nigga so pepperlicoius and we getting it sitting on serious inches we dem niggas smoking coco and serious vison (at the door) bouncers don`t touch us they know once ounces go up they hold up and know what I drink cris let it bubble back I`m leaning on double stack ready to snap Trick already know yall ain`t ready for us we make a way in the club waving a slug come play with a thug I can let yall lay in the mud I battle you partner a spotter that`s hotter with a nuff music to wake pac up keep your glocks up you can`t stop us true husltler chop doctors knot in pockets in truly didited or god got us oh my dream being in da seat daddy `ll trip daddy on green bitch Give me a chevy tre cheverlet let me ride half a pill just a hit it gets me high duce tre esclade that`s my style t double d thuggin and raw ride or die Some of these ho`s think I`m manish go head ask me were I got my manners bitch ask your mamie I slap a bitch in minute seen it twice already ho I muthafucking mean it plus d bout big money get honey lauging that six hundred still running so what`s the cause mayham or murder who is the killer shit I`ll kill ya got money so I`ll make it in court plus I`ma thug nigga and I`ll never get caught bout to set up shop pushing caine to rocks plus my glock gon take this shit on top this ain`t no muthafucking hang out we don`t eat shit smoke caine out the same damn house this is thug life not a citcom plus we got big guns ready for change now Give me a chevy tre cheverlet let me ride half a pill just a hit it gets me high duce tre esclade that`s my style t double d thuggin and raw ride or die |
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from Trick Daddy - Thug Holiday (2002)
Until the day a nigga D-I-E I`ll be forever thuggin baby
Ever since I f**king These bitches loved it baby Still got the chron son I used to be drug dealer X-men, Ex-con, forever thug nigga Around here we smoke a bitch I still book `em heavy Cause I bought that benz,(uh-huh) Damn me I sold my chevy I love my ? , I talk to `em everyday I ride around `em cool, I walk be `em yesterday I`m from the southwest, where niggas drive chevys at Come through with that bullshit, My niggas don`t gonna handle dat I f**k with no bustas, my game is straight must-a So if you f**kin with us We`ll hit you up with K Cutters I feels no niggas But I pitch no hittas The curve balls at they ass They gonna watch `em go get em I`m now the coo guy up the street up the block from em` I used to up my glocks on em, then take they blocks from em` Nigga this is thug shit, thats all I represent You don`t believe me, ask them niggas I bets they love this Nigga this is thug shit, thats all I represent You don`t believe me, ask them niggas I bets they love this When my niggaz and bitches Go from rags to riches It`ll be thug life and yall still with me When my niggaz and bitches Go from rags to riches It`ll be thug life again, so ride wit me When my niggaz and bitches Go from rags to riches It`ll be thug life and yall still with me When my niggaz and bitches Go from rags to riches It`ll be thug life again, so ride wit me (Uh-ohh) C-O, betta known as Mr. Piscopo Pull out my dick and piss on hoes In ya face while I spit these flows Like you ain`t know, nigga we kick down doors to get that dough Hit your hoes, bend your doors, smoke your dough And we gonna get mo` For sho`, you know dat cheddar make it betta And its thug life forever, and we all in dis togetha Like dun-a Dun-a Nigga dem rags to riches Wit your boy C-O money, marching double-D so bitch don`t go So nigga rolls, so every motha f**ka get down the floors Get away from all your doors and windows Cause a nigga done passed wit` a .44 And im`a let it go,like boom Betta break ya-self, I can`t take myself But killa, nigga, won`t have to make myself And i`ll come to ya wake myself I won`t send no dogs, no friends, no loot, No fool, no car, no clothes, no suit Just a note that say, he.. through Now, now thanks to you, Me and tre gotta make up for these times lost We bout` that cash, we on that ass So let them 9`s off When my niggaz and bitches Go from rags to riches It`ll be thug life and yall still with me When my niggaz and bitches Go from rags to riches It`ll be thug life again, so ride wit me When my niggaz and bitches Go from rags to riches It`ll be thug life and yall still with me When my niggaz and bitches Go from rags to riches It`ll be thug life again, so ride wit me So mutha-f**king sicka, stupid hoes and f**k niggas Snitches and bitches, yo hold on I`m gon` kill`em And I`m just chillin bustas, she fought for me to keep em So I just peep em`, lay back and I book my reefa I`m a thug nigga, so ya know I gots to keep my pistols I got the choppers that i`ll bring down and won`t miss ya You want a nigga that gives a f**k about a bitch Unless you sucking the f**king ho and tryin` to get rich I need a bitch that can ball a nigga out Who can shoot a nigga best A bitch about stacks ho All this complaining ho, bitch about that Ever since I hold a benz, bitch be all on my back Nigga this is thug shit, thats all I represent You don`t believe me, ask them niggas I bets they love this Nigga this is thug shit, thats all I represent You don`t believe me, ask them niggas I bets they love this When my niggaz and bitches Go from rags to riches It`ll be thug life and yall still with me (*반복) |
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from Trick Daddy - Thug Holiday (2002)
Bitch I′ll kill ya, fo′ night
(Hook x2) I′m goin′ all way out bout mine Best in a biscuit shot bout mine Hoes get slapped in the mouth bout mine Prices stay the same and they drop bout mine (Verse 1, Money Mark) You f**ks with T Double D then you f**ks with we Now you runnin′ round duckin′ me Young nigga with a AK better than Ananda Lee I send them killers where ya mama be I be Money M to the izzay, R to the kizzay Come through choppin′ ya block I don′t plizzay Got dolo for the low, then hit the 2 Way Peace to Uncle Lisle I miss him everyday, hey Love dough and love to hate hoes Love to pull nigga bout mine lil′ nose Nigga tryna hold me back, I′m throwin′ ′bows I′m a treal ass nigga, that′s how shit goes (Rick Ross) You can never f**k with me, I′ll just flow harder CL 6 sittin′ low on those (?) I′m a Philly man, but I don′t blow garbage Got sweet dick, most of these hoes got it Ain′t no love, you see how the Feds do us Wanna eat like rust and some for tear Lucas Haul that blunt to a nigga share mucas Body on ′em so what, look up we had shooters (?) Take all tinted route Hand guns, razor blades comin′ out of the mouth Borderline rapper, come see me but twin 49 rapper It′s more to mine rapper Saw that rhyme after, yeah, got the right gat Eat with the 2 Way they scared to write back Lay niggas down like this? No like ′dat No whoever ran, make ′em come back like crack (Duece Poppi) You better worry bout you, don′t worry bout me I pop three, out the drop-e I smoke brocoli, you know we got D Duece Poppi and T Double D We got them AK shells and they hot as hell Crackin′ back to the white meat like lobster tails Poppin shells, quick to crack your breastbone Tore his head off ′cause he had his vest on 12 gauge, shoot ten times for haters Niggas curlin′ up like activators Fake ass thugs, stop with them lies You ain′t rapped like that when Tupac was alive (Hook x2) (Verse 2, Mystic) I′m not gonna f**k with you nigga, ′cause I don′t know you my nigga So don′t you f**k with me or my dogs Nigga I′m for real about mine, and my dogs ready to kill bout mine I chill, smoke crip and send orders Off all those po-po′s and armed forces, f**k ′em They don′t wanna see me fly, I don′t trust ′em They probably wanna see me die, that why Hold the fire, and keep it closed and keep an open eye For them haters and hoes, ′cause I don′t play about mine Goin′ deep, pray about mine Know baby had to spray about mine, AK about mine F**k that you′ve been warned too many times How you feel bout yours, nigga I′m ten times worse You gettin′ revenge but nigga mine will get you cursed So please don′t f**k around with me ′Cause my dogs will bust around at he Whoever obsessed, me boy, don′t test me boy Touch me, my dog′ll wetcha boy (Trick Daddy) Most niggas get rich, get goats I went out and got guns, united my folks (my folks) Pour it out for the ones we lost, now bitch Throw it up ′fore I blow it up You ain′t know I was a G muthaf**ka You don′t really wanna see me muthaf**ka I′m a thug nigga, fo′ life Bitch I′ll kill ya, fo′ night I′m goin′ all way out bout mine Best in a biscuit shot bout mine Hoes get slapped in the mouth bout mine Prices stay the same and they drop bout mine Runnin′ in your grandmami house bout mine I ain′t slippin′, I got my nine Plus Duece got his, you better think twice bitch ′cause you got kids Plus, I know what you did, add that to the fact I know where you live Thug life and you know how it is Shit don′t stop till a nigga get killed (killed, killed, killed, get killed) (Hook x2) |
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from Trick Daddy - Thug Holiday (2002)
Turn It up, Because I have something to say ya'll Ya'll pay attention ova there Repersenting Page County You know what I'm saying? Everybody doin songs talking about what they gat and they jewelry and they cars, i want to talk about somethingwe never had shit, be real (Trick Daddy) And there damn sure aint no Santa Clause because, if it was like Santa what happen to Thingsgiving dinner while ya'll was dreaming of a white Christmas I was out chillen wit my niggas out stealin trying to make a living and if I robe for a million I just hope god would forgive me after i spent it on his children See I was born in da struggle 89 stepdaddy's me and my mother and ten others, Lets see thats 3 sisters, 7 brothers all we had was each other and i did cuz I love'm I never seen a flying raindeer so if rudoff called dawg ya'lljust tell him I aint here, and I aint da grinch who like to stillChristmas, but if u pay attenion there a lesson to learn just listin See I beleave dat da children know our future but if u don't rise them right they'll grow up and shoot cha [Chorus]2x 24,7 3,65 aint no christmas in da ghetto just tryin' na stay alive he neva even seem them he never even hear them only HO HO HO, Is da Hoes i know (Trick Daddy) I was born amunch raseism, thats why the police hate me and I cam see it in their faces yeah they wanna give nigga cases and they wanna see me in jail hell they can't wait to take me, wanna hog tie me and take my bar, take me off around Christmas cracker don't make me run If you know the moral to the words of this song, what about the words of Rodney King |
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from Trick Daddy - Thug Holiday (2002)
All aboard!!!
We ride, we ride We ride, we ride We ride, we ride <i>[Hook]</i> S-N, S-S-N-S S-N, S-S-N-S S-N, S-S-N-S S-N, S-S-N-S We sendin' this to all you (All you) So you can do (Do it, do it) what you want to (Bop, bop, bop) This is the funk (That funk) it's something new (Uh-huh) We sendin' out this message to <i>[Money Mark]</i> All the pretty little young and sexy women And they great-great grandma's love they way we are Make them shake they body, bodies It's the number one clique who love to party We from the bottom, M-I-A Came to have a ball and y'all, it's okay Money Mark and the S-N-S, we don't play No day, no way, WHAT YOU SAY? <i>[J.V.]</i> I got my eye on a victory that'll take my crew down in history (Huh!) <i>[C.O.]</i> S-N-S so fresh so clean, and can't none of y'all fuck wit my team Anything less than that, it's just a dream We gotta be sittin' on top ya'know wha'I mean Y'all done slipped so we slidin' in We sellin' records like Goofy trapped again Bet yo ass this shit won't stop You know C.O. got shit on lock (Huh) Big boy takin' over the block Got kids on the curb goin' (Bop, bop...) <i>[Deuce Poppi]</i> Now hold up, wait a minute Let me get a lil' gangsta wit it Can you pig and pop the Belve And swig your jaw rap out we live it Poppi gon' get it, seven digits Seats in the six coupe made of lizards And we won't stop like puffin' it Whether it's crack or rap hustlin' Cuz we drop the hits that'll funk the hardest Radio gon' play this regardless S-N-S, bust like an SKS Betta ask somebody who the best (Yes) <i>[Hook]</i> <i>[Trick Daddy]</i> Call me - Rosco, Peeko Tran And I come through in that seven tre thang (Uh-huh) Play wit us, spray the damn thang See down here that's an e'eryday thang It's guns and greens on dub dukes Cop deuces half price from the boosters See thugs wasn't big enough You wanted beef wit the thugs, but the club wasn't big enough All the G's to the V.I.P. Hoes follow along right after me It's - SNS in this bitch Matter fact, I be the best in this shit Put me on your next remix Now count the spins that you get (Uh-huh) See shit get crazy dogg I'm takin' this shit way back to the eighties y'all We're packed in jumbo jets Line it up, the boy bought to bring it back For <i>[Hook x2]</i> |
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from Trick Daddy - Thug Holiday (2002)
Another anthem for the thugs
Dade County's finest [Intro] Look what God done gave me Look what God done done And even though I'm thuggin' God been good to me [Verse 1] On everything I love, I'm a thug I done considered a change but what for (What for?) Alla my homies in pen fields I can't be lying to them, if I'm ridin' for them I gotta tell 'em how it really is Alotta things done changed since last year Nope the crib and the same no more And these young niggas don't respect the game no more They don't see your name no more They doin' they own lil' thangs though Committin' sins, they know they get hanged for But nigga God is straight, for as long as you keepin' it straight Keep believin' in him and you'll be leavin' with him So in Jesus' name I pray for better thangs If you help me Lord my heart'll never change And y'all pray wit me Huh, huh-huh 'Fore they come get me and then come get cha [Hook] Look what God done gave me Look what God done done And even though I'm thuggin' God been good to me, good to me Look at all my money Look at all I've done And even though I'm thuggin' God been good to me, good to me [Verse 2] I could've been Asian, Bohemian Puertorican, Jamaican Could've been Cuban, Columbian or Haitian Could've been Japanese, Chinese or Guayanese Could've been from overseas or the West Indies Could've been anything but God made me black Could've had anything but God gave me stacks While he was givin' me that he said remember you're black Whatever you spend on your momma I be gettin' it back So as you see, a |
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from Trick Daddy - Thug Holiday (2002)
`Tis the season to be jolly(Jolly, for what) hell if I know
I just don`t get it, tell it like it is It`s on, truth hurts It`s like the sun in the summer It`s like the cold in the winter And when it rains it pours Y`all keep sweating these hoes And doing this one for the poor ones It`s like the sun in the summer It`s like the cold in the winter And when it rains it pours Y`all keep sweating these hoes And doing this one for the poor ones This one here is dedicated for them hatas, I wrote it for my niggas Who ain`t here they couldn`t make it, let`s face it The dope game is getting shaky When shit get flaky, see most niggas can`t take it I done seen the biggest dope dealas turn squealas And yesterday`s killas, today`s fucked niggas ?That`s defined? on behalf of the state Your main key witness, and won`t involve me with em You could set me up to crush time It ain`t selling the vines so nigga,lay down and do your time Cause, back when you was kingpinning I was sitting off in prison, and you ain`t send me a penny And closing arguments can`t get me I had it deep for the state, caught his first witness That`s right, that`s right From one heat to another, you a sucka It`s like the sun in the summer It`s like the cold in the winter And when it rains it pours Y`all keep sweating these hoes And doing this one for the poor ones It`s like the sun in the summer It`s like the cold in the winter And when it rains it pours Y`all keep sweating these hoes And doing this one for the poor ones As an American, I think the whole world`s against us It took 9-11 just to convince us That we got wars going on And it`s way bigger than thugs, this shit`s deeper than drugs Suicide bombings, and air attacks All the planes that were hijacked, and all of our politics So I guess that makes me a democrate The Republican party problems are worrying about crack If I could speak another language, I`d say it in French, Spanish damn it, so everybody understand it Want everybody on the planet, that if you anti-thug I guess you gets no love, from us It`s like the sun in the summer It`s like the cold in the winter And when it rains it pours Y`all keep sweating these hoes And doing this one for the poor ones It`s like the sun in the summer It`s like the cold in the winter And when it rains it pours Y`all keep sweating these hoes And doing this one for the poor ones Where are the police at when you really need em How can you chastise a child, if you ain`t allowed to beat him Want to screaming for no reason Why you keep reproducing if you know you can`t feed em If he leave you, don`t blame him He the father of two mugs so regardless, you ought to raise em And it might seem outrageous This unsafe sex these days quite dangerous And stop killing these babies, I mean it, I love em If you don`t want em give em to me I`ll raise em Truth is, that the future is our kids, and every playa with skills Should be in the NFL, for real It`s like the sun in the summer It`s like the cold in the winter And when it rains it pours Y`all keep sweating these hoes And doing this one for the poor ones It`s like the sun in the summer It`s like the cold in the winter And when it rains it pours Y`all keep sweating these hoes And doing this one for the poor ones `Tis the season to be jolly (Jolly, for what) hell if I know I just don`t get it, tell it like it is It`s on, truth hurts |
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from Trick Daddy - Thug Holiday (2002)
Hah, haha
That's just the sound of the Hen'.. True Story.. Buddy Roe.. They say tell the truth, Shane and them (uh-huh) Thank God for the thugs too... see! [Trick Daddy] I'm a ol' sneaky, ol' freaky, ol' geechy-ass nigga Collard green, neckbone-eatin-ass nigga Always wearin my jeans baggy saggy You know Florida, Georgia, South Cakalaky Growed up eatin spam sandwiches Sugar water and mayonnaise sandwich Share the room with bout four mo' brothers But one home for 'em and wattn't no mo' covers A little bad motherfucker (ah-ha) Always rude and always in trouble None of my teachers ain't like me (uh-huh) But make it so bad, Pearl had seven mo' like me If you growed up the way I did You gotsta understand, Trick love the kids (Ooooooohh!) Trick love the kids [Chorus: Cee-Lo] Drop the top and let the sunshine in With the woodgrain, let the twinkies spin Get you a glass, mix the Coke and the Hen' It's quite alright, with the 'dro in the wind, with the 'dro in the wind [Trick Daddy] Cut me a seven-treis Chevy, put dubs on that bitch (uh-huh) Candy apple green, niggaz lovin this shit (lovin this shit) And wait a minute, I'll act a fool Ya don't like how I'm livin? Bitch fuck you (uh-huh) That's right I'm a rude-ass nigga Quick to do you, cut a fool-ass nigga Weighin' in at bout a buck six-five And a nigga can fuck, plus the boy gets live (that's right) You know legs, wings, and short thighs (short thighs) Eat 'em up, beat 'em up, then switch sides [Cee-Lo] Hot whore work her con-con, Valor to the floor He oughta enjoy, with the loaded four-four Be sure and acquire more 'fore ya fuck with mine Disrespect; I'll disconnect ya line With a sick SWAT, when shit's hot, ya get shot The fire, the fury, ya fuck with it not Ya stoppin the grace, get out my space and my - face Fore me and my ace-a lay down the whole place Recognize, this is the verbalize Surprise, fuckin with me wrong way to wise nigga Hoes, clothes, shows, Vogues, golds Big ol' bankrolls, that's all a nigga know Throw yo' elbows, I'm sicker than I suppose Hoes unchose, cuz my jewelry froze You know how it goes, these young niggaz don't want it like this Go off and get yo' gat, to silence the chit-chat, blast! So pass, outlast, bout cash Mo' sicky, talk tricky to the trick like trash Lo realer, a go-rilla, flow for mo' scrilla Come clean, lookin mean, but you ain't no killa! (Oooooooooh!) [Chorus: Cee-Lo] Oooooooooh! Oooooooooh! [repeat Chorus] |
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from Trick Daddy - Thug Holiday (2002)
Turn It up, Because I have something to say ya'll Ya'll pay attention ova there Repersenting Page County You know what I'm saying? Everybody doin songs talking about what they gat and they jewelry and they cars, i want to talk about somethingwe never had shit, be real (Trick Daddy) And there damn sure aint no Santa Clause because, if it was like Santa what happen to Thingsgiving dinner while ya'll was dreaming of a white Christmas I was out chillen wit my niggas out stealin trying to make a living and if I robe for a million I just hope god would forgive me after i spent it on his children See I was born in da struggle 89 stepdaddy's me and my mother and ten others, Lets see thats 3 sisters, 7 brothers all we had was each other and i did cuz I love'm I never seen a flying raindeer so if rudoff called dawg ya'lljust tell him I aint here, and I aint da grinch who like to stillChristmas, but if u pay attenion there a lesson to learn just listin See I beleave dat da children know our future but if u don't rise them right they'll grow up and shoot cha [Chorus]2x 24,7 3,65 aint no christmas in da ghetto just tryin' na stay alive he neva even seem them he never even hear them only HO HO HO, Is da Hoes i know (Trick Daddy) I was born amunch raseism, thats why the police hate me and I cam see it in their faces yeah they wanna give nigga cases and they wanna see me in jail hell they can't wait to take me, wanna hog tie me and take my bar, take me off around Christmas cracker don't make me run If you know the moral to the words of this song, what about the words of Rodney King |
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from Trick Daddy - Www.Thug.Com [Edited Version] (2002)
For the thugs Yes sir ha ha I'm doin' this one for the thugs Yes sir My boy dooda wa's up fool (Down South) Tut ha ha haa We've been seen (Aye yo C!) they on a roll hurry up nigga come on they got guns (I'm doin' this one for the thugs) They got big guns! They wanna go to war nigga Hah?(Yes sir for the thugs) they don't wanna die they don't mean that Hah [verse 1] If it wasn't for the Hennesey and thug livin' for my enemy my brother still be alive and apart of me so I, say a prayer for that playa and I, take my fire everywhere, see Its kinda hard when you missin' yo' dawgs another name on the wall they keep takin the fall yes I be livin though dead and gone befo' we twenty fo' or in jail but cha'll don't here me though is this world about to end if not then explain to me, how come I'm losin my friends and why I'm livin' wit my kid and why I'm fifty grand short from gettin' me a brand new benz its kinda hard for the black man I watch the million man march for the black man and through the sun and rain I love enjoyin' pain I know we be livin' strange but we'll maintain hey [chorus] I'm doin' this one for the thugs and the niggas on the corner sellin' drugs for the thugs yes sir For the thugs and the boys down south much love for the thugs yes sir For the thugs and the boys in the city much love for the thugs yes sir For the thugs and the dogs in the grove much love [verse 2] See, I, I, gotta called from the crib my dawg got killed gotta all my homies in tears and we don't know who the killas is it could of been the lick it could of been the hit I 'on't know we stayed in some shit so we put his face on a shirt and shedded tears for the game (a thug in memory boy) cuz it's hard to hide the pain they teach us some better thangs the shoes his mama a back cuz she could use the change thats how you ride for yo dogs, shit ride or roll take sides for yo dog suppose to die for your dogs, shit hard time in gangsta livin' and got us villian chillin' try to start no crossin' me and you so and you cry for yo' dogs Hell, I don't understand man, I say a prayer to all of y'all and for the cause for my motherfuckin' dogs Nigga! [chorus] I'm doin' this one for the thugs and the niggas on the corner sellin drugs for the thugs yes sir For the thugs and the niggas Overtown sellin' drugs for the thugs yes sir For the thugs and my Carol City niggas much love for my thugs yes sir For the thugs and my niggas out in Gouls for the thugs [verse 3] If it was a hundred dollar bill would ya, could ya ride for me start a fight, better yet, would you die for me under oath baby girl would you lie for me getta gackin open 5 for me now would you cry for me turna trick, or do or die for me food stamps, if you apply for me well certified for me can't count but you'll try for me or do it all for me Huh? [chorus] I'm doin' this one for the thugs (for the thugs) (for the thugs) (for the thugs!) I'm doin' this one for the thugs and the niggas on the corner sellin' drugs for the thugs yes sir For the thugs and the niggas out in Opa-Locka for the thugs yes sir For the thugs and the boys doin' time in the pen for the thugs yes sir For the thugs and my dogs out the Heights much love for my mothafuckin' dogs fuck y'all fuck y'all, others motherfuckers faze brothers suckers, bluffers, we ain't nonthing but sho' nuffers Bitch, feed ya fish (for the thugs, for the thugs) |
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from Trick Daddy - Www.Thug.Com [Edited Version] (2002)
Back in the days It wasn't no AIDS It wasn't no AK's More afros than braids Wasn't nuttin for a boy to get a straight fade But not no mo Niggaz done twist up the fro Let it lock and grow Quick to go to gunplay bout that fro Nigga you don't know And I'm thinkin bout when Round the time i was ten And way before the pen The worst thing i ever remember seeing Was a boy get his whole head bashed in But now they gettin blown off Whole chest torn off Whole block roped off Two clips in his house for fuckin round Runnin off at his damn mouth Yep back in the days it wadn't bout fame And it wudn't bout a name Plus it wudn't no thang To kill a nigga and do the rest of ya life in the chain gang But na shit done changed And I know it seem strange But I'm a maintain So I'm a stack my flow and say "fuck you hoes" stay the fuck out the chain gang hook Some hoes no shame Other hoes play games See they'll fuck ya for the fame And when the heat is on and they cant hang Theyll give them crackers yo name Thell say it under oath And swear to tell the truth Run down what ya do How ya clown wit ya crew Along with that a list of shit like who fucked in who house Tell a ho about ya spot Where ya threw away the glock But every bitch that ya shot Every key that ya caught And every car that ya drop The ninety-seven drop tops And them Carolina trips And then they grill you the flip Time and date when ya dip Every deal you done dealt And every crib you done built With no muthafuckin guilt Back in tha days It wudn't none a this Ya couldn't pay a bitch to snitch It just goes to show that Fuck niggaz and slimy hoes make the world flip the script hook See back in the days All pimps got paid And all hoes got slayed Alot a money got saved And every playa had it made In Dade We was slayed before then Boys was made before then Way before them Raisin poor men With no choice Way before them But na shit done changed I mean a nigga done came Ya done took our name We done peeped yall game Ya ovalooked our pain Man, and we aint tryin to be friends Ya wudn't tryin back then Had a problem with my skin Got together with ya clan And send a young poor black man Straight to the pen Ya had beef with the blacks But na the blacks got the gats So if a cracker talk slick his ass gon get whacked And you can bet that See nigga Back in the days I was young and afraid So dumb in a way I was trapped in a maze So hey hook |
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from Trick Daddy - Www.Thug.Com [Edited Version] (2002)
Hell no I don't want to holla at no motherfuckin Trick
He all over there smelling like boonk and Hennesey and shit Hell no I'm saying though What you got a playa back there just trying to say what's up Hell no I don't want to holla at him That's alright Hold up bitch Hold up bitch Hold up hoe Check it out Hoe you don't know nann nigga uh-uh That'll represent like me Who'll say some shit like me One who'll lay the dick like me Bitch you don't know nann nigga uh-uh Who do the shit that I do Run through yo whole lil' crew Pay for it if I got to Hoe you don't know nann nigga uh-uh That'll run off in yo house Put the gun off in yo mouth Blow yo motherfucking brains out Bitch you don't know nann nigga uh-uh Who'll fall off in the club Free drinks for the show some love Take the bar home for the thugs Bitch you don't know nann nigga uh-uh Who know mo' niggas than me Who do mo' killings than me And weigh mo' dope dealings than me Bitch you don't know nann nigga uh-uh Bitch you don't know nann nigga uh-uh You don't know nann nigga That dress fresher than me And you don't know nann nigga that wear mo' Polo shit than me Bitch you don't know nann nigga uh-uh Who do mo' freaky stuff Eat the coochie wit the legs up Then I blow it all in yo butt And I don't know nann hoe uh-uh Who liked the dick like you Who'll bite the dick like you On a dikey bitch like you And I don't like a bitch like you I'll fight a bitch like you Ol' trifling bitch like you Ain't no telling what you might do Bitch you don't know nann nigga uh-uh Hoe you don't know nann nigga uh-uh Uh-Uh-Uh Hold up who the fuck this nigga think he is I ain't ashamed of nothing I do Hold up check this shit out You don't know nann hoe uh-uh Don' been the places I been Who can spend the grands that I spend Fuck bout 5 or 6 best friends And you don't know nann hoe uh-uh That's off the chain like me That'll floss the thang like me On a awful thang like me You don't know nann hoe uh-uh That sell more ass than me You know nann hoe That'll make you come like me Nigga you don't know nann hoe uh-uh That don' tried all types of shit Who quick to deep throat the dick And let another bitch straight lick the clit Now you don't know nann hoe uh-uh That'll keep it wet like me Make it come back to back like me Lick a nigga nut sack like me Now you don't know nann hoe uh-uh That'll ride the dick on the dime Who love to fuck all the time One who's pussy fatter than mine Bitch you don't know nann hoe Hold up baby hold up What you said you'll do bitch Nigga you heard what I motherfucking said Well baby if you gon' be doin' all this You need to be on my team 'Cause I'm the realest nigga you motherfucking know Well if you want me you know how to find me Taterhead got the number Tater boy bet they help Tater boy Ha ha ha hah Bitch you know nann nigga That keep it knocked like me That keep it hot like me One who'll chop the chops like me Bitch you know nann nigga Wit connections wit the mob Money millions for stars And the Lexus flexin' hard Bitch you know nanna nigga Who representin' they grill In Miami is where I live And this is how I pay my bills I love livin' here It be straight thuggin' livin' here And all my thug niggers here We be ballin' up in here Bitch you know nann nigga Bitch you know nann nigga No no bitch you know nann nigga Oh you know nann nigga Bitch you know nann nigga Bitch you know nann nigga No no bitch you know nann nigga ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By YOUNG, MAURICE / DUGGINS, ADAM <i>Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.</i> |
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from Trick Daddy - Www.Thug.Com [Edited Version] (2002)
hook Gotta change my life Lord knows I aint livin right Yall know i aint chillin right Smokin out everyday and night Gotta ease my mind Gotta find time to rewind Cause I'm fallin way behind Me and my dogs we known to ride Gotta watch my back Represent for the soldier Die couple years older Have boulders a lil soda Get rich with a motive Now shit done changed Niggaz gunnin in the rain On straight cocaine And it aint no thang Since the game in his arm Straight aim at his arm Gotta watch my back Gotta stack my flow Gotta pay my bills Leave bread in the will All to the old girl See yall hoes betta chill Now back to the game Lotsa niggaa been dying for this Done lost they lives to this Got me on this survival some type of AK rider Na I started with thug A thug with a heart Took a trip with some heart Had a dude he was scarred See his maom in the park Tears dried up Mom what's wrong (what's wrong) Your son's gone Is he ever comin back home She said you straight young nigga Take a look in tha mirror I was there when you was gone Now back to the streets Where young niggaz like me Gon do what we got to do You aint nuttin without ya crew Betta light in tha night and I'm thinkin bout you In the bedroom tied uo With ya mouthpiece wired up Just shaped on tha floor Had none of ya guns keep muthafuckaz fired up An see that's the truth I done told my nigga this street shit aint a game But it seem the same Young nigga get slanged For a lil bit a fame and cocaine Try to do thangs Just for the benzs and beamers and bithces Thinkin riches gon take care snitches And niggaz wit triggaz Niggaz betta watch they back Cuz the same time I'm tryin to speak to you and realease to you Some shit ya need Young nigga wit greed gon try to put the heat to you speed to you hook(x1) They callin in the gat In the dunge with a guy Ski mask and a vest Let his heart do the rest Thuggin, broke niggaz be the best Yes, and gon die if ya buck So get fucked right up Come back if ya like Bring ya gat if ya like And get stacked if ya like On ya back if ya like All I neded was a chance A MAC-10 and a benz So I can clown with my friends Show the world I'm a man Then broke but those in the pen When I'm off in the club Much love for the thugs See hennessy in the clubs Got all these rabid ass, maggot hoes they love the thugs hook(x2) Now bout dem hoes Try to find them a man That can pay they bills And yes they can Weight 28 grams Take a tour of the land Aint got no plan They'll wait for a thug Go give em a hug Show em how to be loved Then suck em up Straight fuckin em up Then get in his benz Get with all his friends Take all his ends Then send him to the pen Then do it all again Amen But lord forgive em Have mercy on they're souls For livin like hoes And say a lil prayer for me and my life Cuz I aint livin right you know I hook(till fade) |
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from Trick Daddy - Www.Thug.Com [Edited Version] (2002)
Bein that I'm real I feel you need a man in your life child
Somebody black baldheaded plus buckwild They call me Trick Daddy dollars A real woman scholar If a player's what you want lil mama holla Don't bother asking your friends about my benz or ends Unless you plan on me staying in I get my freak on plus my back's strong No more sad songs for long girl you daddy's home I'll be your player I need a player in my life tonight somebody that'll treat me right and just, hold me tight all through the night I want a player in my life Yeah, you can play your sex games, kinky things but still maintain I'm running game while you giggle off my ghetto slang I want the best for you First, nobody stressing you A good girl, therefore God's been blessing you So go with your first mind Get it right the first time Hang tight, 'cause early on be your worst time You got me wanting you bad so I been watching you And while they calling me dad, I'm simply jocking you clocking you Watching the threads in your dazzy dukes Hawking you Watching you move in your ?baka? suit Your body too You'll go get it, therefore you bout it boo 5'3", and I can see what you got for me Show me some love Kisses and hugs Bubble baths in hottubs Plus baby oil back rubs You got me heated up Slow it down, then we can speed it up Plus, you bringing out the freakinus Free your mind Let me and you spend some time I'm on that sixty and I'm headed for that nasty nine Come take a ride with me If I slip, baby slide with me And you can shift into the ride with me And glide with me High to the sky with me Right here on the side of me I'll be your player Chorus *call me X-rated* I'll eat your coochie with your legs up Down your back, up your crack, then I'll blow all in your butt I'll suck your ass where your drawers crawl Suck them titties and all and make you climb the wall You taste so sweet (ahh) From your head to your feet It's my treat So baby girl just let me eat and call me freaky deaky 'cause I want to be your servant And while I'm servin I'll slap you up with syrup and butter Average niggaz wouldn't do the things I do I'm on my knees so please just let me taste you Shit, my mind's in the gutter, I'm eatin your butter Pink eggs and ham, Girl you taste just like spam I'll be your player |
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from Trick Daddy - Thug Matrimony: Married To The Streets (2004)
[Lil Jon:]
Yeah (Yeaaaahhhh!) Theres a lotta fuck niggas in the club tonight, (fuck em, fuck em, fuck em) But its gonna be aight, (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Cuz me and my clique we dont give a fuck nigga. Trick Daddy, Jim Johnson, Big D, Lil Jon [Hook:] Lets Gooooo! (Lets Gooooo!) If you want it you can get it let me know (let me know), I'm bout to fuck a nigga up, Lets Gooooo! (Lets Gooooo!) If you want it you can get it let me know (let me know), I'm bout to fuck a nigga up, Lets Gooooo! (Lets Gooooo!) [Trick Daddy:] If you want some, come get some, Cuz where I'm from we tote big guns, And everybody know somebody that Know somebody that know somethin bout it, And I want answers now who, what, where, When and why, See, a lotta dudes like to act a fool And all get all loud but that aint my style, And he who he gonna get and what he gonna do, Run up on me if he want to, Out there impressin his homies, But he stood up in front of his mama, I mop up the flo wit em, And I kick in the door and let the .44 get em, I got fools that'll go get em, This for him, the crew and the dudes that run wit em. [Hook] [Twista:] Gotta spit for the murderas, And the killas, And the thugstas, That be fuckin up the ballas, And the dealas, And the hustlas, Got me comin at you bogus in the V.I. While they bumpin lil jon I'm a brush ya, Its the psycho nigga twista from Chicago rollin with the Miami nigga that'll crush ya, We already been lookin for drama If a nigga try to get it to, but what if, still gotta get em, Feelin fury from my tough shit that cant never be true And no penicillin I'm telling you Trick I'm fitna steal em Got me swingin crysie and hennessy bottles, In the club with my thug homies goin for the skrilla, Don't get it twisted with that Overnight celebrity you better be scared Of me in my city I'm a killa. [Hook] [Trick Daddy:] I ain't that rappin type arright, And I that actin type arright, This sulphane in my script, I'm a play on you and you just a square, See, once that hennessy into Me the whole industry is my enemy, If you aint no ten to me or friend to me, Bitch don't pretend to be, I'm strictly for the thugs, I'm part of the streets and straight out the hood, That moments ghetto (ghetto), Got me deep in gats for you wheezly cats, I'm straight out the county of Dade, Played on fire nigga M-I-A, Never gone south of the border, Americas most wanted you gonna get slaughtered. [Hook 2x] [Trick Daddy:] The AK go chop, chop, chop, chop The SK go fire, fire, fire, fire The AK go chop, chop, chop, chop The SK go fire, fire, fire, fire |
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from Trick Daddy - Thug Matrimony: Married To The Streets (2004)
I know 'Pac woulda loved this one here
<i>[Chorus: Trick Daddy]</i> This gangsta livin, weavin dope dealin, oh how it's changed It's gettin strange, and dangerous, but that's the way shit goes <i>[Trick Daddy]</i> This nigga needs no introductions I'm on this book, and I'm stuck, I'm really the wrong one to fuck wit See T-Double known for startin problems but K-cutter be the problem solver, if I sell you a book nigga stick it Cause for every you check you slippin they can call me Flipper I only I missed a few niggaz (uh-huh) But he lost a couple more vis-a kidney and his liver Had to tell him mind me a nigga I was like uh-huh, click click, c'mere, don't run nigga All I wanna know is Where yo' connect, where the sack, where the money where the blow is I heard papi got them freighters Now either he gon', give 'em to me, or a nigga gon' take 'em The dope game's just too overrated And to tell y'all the truth a lot of y'all ain't gon' make it Done went from crack slingers to R&B singers Before the mic's on, you was already singin It's just a song was a big hit He named me and his bitch on the remix <i>[sing]</i> <i>[Chorus - 2X]</i> <i>[Trick Daddy]</i> And to hell with bein a man about it Shit they got fo' niggaz and one gun, fuck bein 21 Somebody better tell 'em And put him up on {?} somebody fuck around and kill him You see cause snitches get stitches And there ain't that much of a difference between tellin and snitchin And I ain't gon' keep on talkin to you niggaz I'm gon' walk right up to you niggaz and go off on you niggaz And I ain't leavin no witnesses And don't get drunk and confess to none of y'all misses See I know how to control my Hennessy I speak no ingles, play crazy like them Dominicans See cause poppa was a rolling stone He said, son get your gun, it's a war and it's on So y'all go on and bob your head to the song Throw up the 4's for the niggaz, that's dead and gone <i>[Chorus - 2X]</i> <i>[Trick Daddy]</i> I'm tired of smokin 'bama-ass weed Niggaz out there sellin backyard boogies full o' stems and seeds They whoopin the rocks and we compressin the coke They makin it hard for them {?} to smoke I went to jail tryin to get high; nigga told me to go to hell went and called him, told him come get me out So our father, who art in heaven It must be the devil cause somethin wrong with these niggaz Nope - and crazy ain't the word They say the stupid shit like Trick why don't you front a nigga a bird Fo' what, so you can smoke it up? Impress hoes, buy clothes, and make a nigga come fuck you up? The game hard on a player You coulda started with a block and now workin just for quarter fare With all the cards I sold the hoes left me all by myself And the game don't even care! <i>[Chorus - 2X]</i> |
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from Trick Daddy - Thug Matrimony: Married To The Streets (2004)
Heh, y'all remember back in the days
When niggaz used to get they ass whooped for snakin cars And had to go strip your own switch off the tree These are the days <i>[Chorus: Trick Daddy + (singer)]</i> (These are the days) These are the days (when we parlay) When we parlayed (just me and my team) Me and my team (out there livin our dream) Ha, ha ha, Lord (look how far we've come) Look how far we come (doin what we love) Doin what we love (cause these are the days) (ballin, we gon' hold on) <i>[Trick Daddy]</i> And I remember back in the days, if you ain't like a nigga You let him know, then you asked for a fave And then he coulda got a head up Me and you after school in the front and we can tear it up And everybody gon' know about it Yep, so put down your set, and shut up, and be sho' about it Cause everybody done lost one But don't come home cryin unless your ass mind another one And your ass better fight back And you bet' not run and let it get back to mom Cause, daddy ain't made no punks (uh-uh) And, momma ain't raised no chumps (no way) So, go 'head for what you know Cause a lil' childhood fight's alright, but that's as far as it goes Cause tomorrow we'll be best of friends Never ever disagreein, now that's a friend, c'mon <i>[Chorus w/ minor variations]</i> <i>[Trick Daddy]</i> Now leave the guns and the crack and the knives alone It's, T-Double on the microphone, and I can see trouble right in front your home Far as the kid's concerned, let him live and learn And let him grow to be older than us Teach him more than gangbangin, drug deals and hold-ups And slow up, hold that drinkin just a little bit And when they wanna get high, just let 'em hear this And let 'em hit it 'til they OD Cause when they sober up, they gon' love and respect us Now we havin mo' doctors, lawyers Teachers, preachers, and deep-sea explorers C'mon <i>[singer]</i> These are the days, Lord these are the days These are the days (these are the days) Lord these are the days (for the thugs) <i>[Trick Daddy]</i> Whatever happened to the momma and daddy jokes And why you cuss so much, right in front of these old folks That lady about seventy-five years old That's twice my age, and fo' times yours I know momma taught you better than that Believe stuff like this'll give the ol' girl a heart attack Always hollerin about child abuse and child neglect Where the hell did you get that? Shit the last time I checked You ever lost self-respect, you got it put on your ass for that And it happened right there where it went wrong Part one's now, part two's at home So from now on, it's yes ma'am or no sir Put that behind you, questions and answers Followed by thank you or no thanks Or father may I be excused without bein rude <i>[Chorus w/ minor variations]</i> <i>[ad libs]</i> <i>[Trick Daddy]</i> Hold on, so this here should teach you a lesson y'know Kids, y'know listen to your teachers at school and Parents, need to pay attention to your kids at home Therefore uh, know how to be hard on a child abuser Child neglecter, where e'rybody nobody call HRS on us Beat they lil' bad ass when they get out of line That's what my momma did - fo' sho' Ain't nuttin wrong with a lil' ass whuppin The swellin gon' go down and the bleedin gon' stop But your ass'll be alive, I'll bet you that And umm, I put that on Pearl |
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from Trick Daddy - Thug Matrimony: Married To The Streets (2004)
<i>[T]</i> Whassup little man, what's wrong wit'chu?
<i>[T]</i> Why you lookin so sad - what's wrong? Man, I went to school today and the teacher said I couldn't be no rapper <i>[T]</i> Say what? Why she tell you that? She told me I had to be somethin, that's more realistic like I could actually be, like a construction worker or somethin <i>[T]</i> Man, construction workers ain't realistic man <i>[T]</i> You can't be out there done sawin all day, boy it's hot out there <i>[T]</i> Man, just keep on goin to school, get your education <i>[T]</i> That way, you can be anything you WANT to be <i>[Chorus: sung]</i> I just wanna sing, can I, sing you a song I bet you'll love it (I just wanna sing) yeah yeah yeah (I-I ain't askin for much) <i>[T]</i> Well go 'head then I just wanna sing, can I, sing you a song I bet you'll love it (I ain't askin for much) <i>[Trick Daddy]</i> Listen; I just wanna make music, I just wanna verse or two In fact, man, I wanna be a rapper too And I could probably sing the blues Cause I got problems too, plus I growed up in the projects too Well can you put me on your soundtrack? Cause I got a good theme song that Betty Right could probably sing on Yo, I just want a chance at stardom I just wanna be more than a thief or robbin Well, what about a remix? And I could probably make the beat and get it done all in less than a week And make it clean for the radio, so the kids could watch the video Yo, but y'all don't hear me doe Man, I just want a crack at it If I fail I'll be back, cause I refuse to be a crack addict I wanna prove the critics wrong What started off with a poem done turned it into a song Now I'ma sing it for you <i>[Chorus w/ minor variations]</i> <i>[Trick Daddy]</i> Listen to me! I wanna be a legend one day, that way I can be put in the same category with Barry White and Marvin Gaye And have a tribute dedicated to me Sell platinum records and win Grammys so that the world can see you could be anything that you want to be Play sports or make music, just put your mind to it And yo, I ain't the typical 'American Idol' But when I'm done, I'm sure the boy Simon'll like me Everybody can't act rap, and no matter how real the dream seem e'rybody can't sing But, there's another Michael Jordan or Tiger Woods somewhere right in the hood, plus Yo you ain't never seen a, meaner team of tennis players than Venus and Serena So, it's people like that that helped people like me And they gave me the courage to sing, so I'ma sing it for ya <i>[Chorus w/ minor variations]</i> <i>[Trick Daddy]</i> I wanna do commercial and TV shows I wanna blow and sell records like the BeeGees sold And I don't really need a chaffeur, I don't need a maid or a cook Just a vacumn cleaner and coasters And I can cook and clean for myself - with the right promo team I feel, I can really do big things, and I could probably write me a book With all the stuff I got to tell 'em, it's got to be a best seller And it's way deeper than a Coke and a smile Why go to schools when the teachers ain't helpin us out? My art teacher drive a Benz but he ain't bein artistic I got music second period but the class won't listen I wanna sing <i>[Chorus w/ minor variations]</i> <i>[Trick Daddy over Chorus as it repeats]</i> So, to all the kids All the mothers and fathers, sisters and brothers of the world Y'know? Our kids need encouragement We need a reason, y'knahmsayin? Let's show 'em somethin, let's give 'em somethin to look forward to So all you teachers that ain't doin your job, y'all step aside Cause I got a little brother and sister that's gon' grow up one day and be a teacher, and she gon' actually TEACH somethin Y'know? She gon' make it worth comin to school y'know? It's deeper than free lunch now I just wanna sing I used to be just like you But thank God, we got greater later |
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from Trick Daddy - Thug Matrimony: Married To The Streets (2004)
<i>[Chorus: kids singing]</i>
Children hold on, to your dreams Believe in love, let love be the light to show the wayyyyy And love will shine on you one day <i>[Trick - speaking over kids]</i> Hold on, to your dreams at least And believe in love It'll show you the way, it'll show you the way That's right, uh-huh <i>[Trick Daddy]</i> God bless the souls of those that impose a threat Better yet, let's forget 'bout this foolishness And though I never asked for forgiveness If you wanna pray to him, here's some things I might say to him Lord thank you for my wife, my father and mom And God thank you for my daughter and son You know the devil he's been doin us wrong And I love both of my kids, but they momma can't raise 'em alone And yo, I just want a better understandin There's got to be another way to handle it And well we got to be mature about it We both made our mistakes, and can't no one get us out it My little girl's a little lady And though she often act crazy, she still my baby And I anticipate the day that I can see the smile on her face when she speak to Little J <i>[Chorus]</i> <i>[Trick - speaking over kids]</i> Hold on, to your dreams, you gotta believe Believe in love - that's right Believe in love and the Lord It'll show you the way okay, it'll show you the way, just lead Shine your heart on it (America has a problem) <i>[Trick Daddy]</i> You see the problem with the world is That there's way too many faces and way too many races They done even managed to modernize slavery They clonin little babies, these people goin crazy And white America's on high alert Black America's still starvin and livin in public housin You still eatin off your food stamps That's why one out of every three black boys end up in boot camp And not to mention the ones we'll be missin Let's face it, e'rybody can't make it And e'rybody wanna escape it (no way) But if it's thug life we live, then thug life it is But just remember, somethin gotta give That's why, so many and die and, so little live I can't explain it, but that's how it is And God forbid, but it is what it is <i>[Chorus]</i> <i>[Trick - speaking over kids]</i> Hold on, to your dreams, and believe in 'em Feel the strength, I know He'll show you the way, he'll show you the way He'll show you the way <i>[Trick Daddy]</i> The Lord have mercy on 'em For they young and dumb, and that's why I come to pray for 'em Though some of us are better than most of us You can't involve the kids with our differences And since memories are all we have Don't you agree that all little kids deserve to laugh? I'm, teachin the facts about our black leaders Cause they be strong people, just keep readin, it gets deeper We're all God's people So regardless of color and race, we all is covered in grace And you gotta be stronger than most Therefore, we only supposed to go when we chosen Cause God for the thugs too Just be sincere at heart and dawg, God'll still love you So to all my fallen soldiers, the struggle's over All in the name of Jehovah <i>[Chorus]</i> <i>[Trick - speaking over kids]</i> Hold on, to your dreams, c'mon, y'know Believe in love, and love be the light I know, you know, that's right - he'll show you the way I know, it'll shine on you, c'mon And just pray with me, sing with me, c'mon Sing with me, c'mon Believe in love - he'll show you the way I know you will - he'll show you the way, okay? Just believe and pray This is for Me'da'buta |
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from Trick Daddy - Thug Matrimony: Married To The Streets (2004)
<i>[Trick Daddy]</i>
This one goin out to uhh, that nigga Bub (the game done changed) Young Black Boy, Rick Growley, that nigga Wayne Parker (ha ha) You know, all the niggaz I know that was told on Yesterday's, killers, today's fuck niggaz huh? <i>[Verse One]</i> My lifestyle's quite complicated I'm an ex-drug dealer, corner sto' nigga, still mob affiliated I'm disrespectful, ill-mannered and quite fiesty That's why fuck niggaz and slap bitches never did like me But Lord, if you're listenin, please God forgive me If I end up doin one of these niggaz out to ruin me and kill me But the devil leaves me only a few choices I gotta kill him or he'll kill me, y'all niggaz don't hear me See y'all got choppers that's splittin when these niggaz go to {?} sippin and set trippin like (FUCK NIGGAZ LISTEN!!) I'm just doin my thug thizzle, and I ain't fuckin with a nigga So why they fuckin with a nigga huh? I guess it's part of the strip, where you step out of line get flipped out the lip, fuckin 'round get killed So let them niggaz know I'll never forget 'em Through the rain sleet or snow, I'll always remember yo <i>[Chorus 2X: Trick Daddy]</i> You never know, you never know You never know, you never never know You never know, you never know that know that.. (know that..) <i>[Verse Two]</i> And even though my, childhood was low budget, shit Some of the shit I couldn't have, I wouldn'ta have if the niggaz wouldn'ta took it I wanted things my momma couldn't afford And that's crazy, cause as a little shorty it made me even want it more But now the police got the spot hot Doin an undercover drug ring, sellin X pills and cocaine And some sets up a reverse thang; what makes it worse is that them jerks lost they spine against my own team I heard how bad them boys really want me But most likely, they gon' indict me, for keepin it real homey After all, I done exposed a few of they rats And done told on a few cats to get a few years up off they back And all the shit that I can tell 'em, tell 'em Two times convicted felon so, ain't much I can sell 'em Plus I'm a slug and my third strike's my whole life I know the money's lovely but hell I'll hold tight cause <i>[Chorus]</i> <i>[Verse Three]</i> (One murder comin right up) Who got beef for the Daddy Dollars And wearin wires around they collars Yo, y'all fuck niggaz I'll stop ya And I declare war on any pussy boy And tell his momma his son a whore Him give dem crackers what dey lookin for See the Boogie Man's got a backup plan And I'll, back up sprayin, so y'all don't act up man I was just a law-abidin citizen And I never been a shit started, but I been well known to finish it See, and you can fuck around, and have a whole truck of young stupid muh'fuckers, 'cept that now they lookin for ya And all they need is a minute in the clear Where all the witnesses in they ass done be worth a whole life chance So y'all keep playin all the crackin, den throwin bricks at 'em The next bitch they catch, bet they ass sendin matches You never know, cause they never know, and they never will Why? Cause real niggaz never tell, c'mon <i>[Chorus]</i> |
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from Trick Daddy - Thug Matrimony: Married To The Streets (2004)
<i>[Cee-Lo]</i> Uh huh
<i>[T-Dubl]</i> Yeah <i>[Cee-Lo]</i> Aw man I got a sweet tooth, can you dig it <i>[T-Dubl]</i> After this one you gon need a root canal then <i>[Cee-Lo]</i> I love sugar all of it <i>[T-Dubl]</i> This one for all the clean, decent women <i>[Cee-Lo]</i> Lay it on me girl <i>[T-Dubl]</i> Pay Close Attention <i>[Hook: Cee-Lo]</i> She put that sugar on my tongue Shes gonna Gimme gimme some She put it right there on my tongue (Sweet Sweet, Lover Lover) Right there on my tongue (She turns me on, like no other) <i>[Trick Daddy]</i> And gimme some of your butter pecan Put it right there on tip of my tongue, hold it Right jeeeah Cuz baby, if I bite you I bet you like it French Vanilla's a hell of a flavor for me With strawberries, two cherries and whipped cream The best things are the wet dreams And uh, the rest is just a flick without a sex scene Orally, I speak the truth Cuz the blacker the berry The sweeter the juice Cuz, Florida oranges and Georgia peaches When they nice and ripe, they the best for eatin' Southern boys we crave for old slice of pie after they main course So if you game for it I came for it I got a thing for ya That I can't ignore <i>[Hook - 2X]</i> <i>[Ludacris]</i> She put that sugar on my tongue, tongue Yippie Yippie, Yum Yum Goodie goodie gum drop Put me in a tongue lock Did it till my body went numb, numb Laid her on her back, back Turned her round, gave her bottom a smack, smack She's a woman from the block with the best of weave But I won't stop till I'm pullin out tracks, tracks It was lust at first sight And she couldn't help sayin that she wanted to get with me And my size was just right Cuz she wanted a man with a little sec-ur-ity Said I been around the world twice And my name ring bells from Atlanta to Sic-i-ly Said she wanted it all night So put the bubbles in the tub and Ludacris and me <i>[Hook - 2X]</i> Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeeeah Yeeeah Yeah Yeah Yeah <i>[Trick Daddy]</i> Sweetie you look so incredible So delicious and so damn edible All I need is some honey or syrup With a lil' butter to rub down all your curves And no need for the lemonade Just a twist of lime and some grape Kool-Aid Can I call you Caramel? Cuz I'm bout to go coo-coo to taste your Coco Puffs One bowl ought to fill me up But that milk gotta be cold enough So supper time that'll hold me up I might choke myself if I don't slow it up, but Honey, you look like a honeydew melon Or strawberry with the whipped cream filling Of the top part of the peach cobbler But uh, the fruit platter ought to do me better <i>[Hook - 2X]</i> |
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from Trick Daddy - Thug Matrimony: Married To The Streets (2004)
<i>[Old lady (girl)]</i>
Hello (Hello um.. is Tony home) No Tony ain't here baby he not here (Oh, he ain't their well can u give him a message) Yeah what u want me to tell him sugar (I want u to tell Tony) Uh huh (That he got me pregnant) He got u what (U heard what I said) Aye what u mean he got u pregnant, who this is (This KeKe, he know who this is, yo' grandson nutted in me) Nutted in u (thats right) My grandson ain't nut in nobody (yes he did) He aint got no churrun (I bet u he did) U round here callin people house (I bet u he nutted in me) Talkin bout' u probably, it's probably somebody else(He nutted in me, u don't know what u talkin bout) Probably 3,4,5 I don't know how many niggas u gone talk about done nutted in u (he the only person I been wit) God knows callin my house ol' foot shovo' ol' (Tony did nut in me, he nutted in me) (I was on top of him and I aint even get off of him) Well u should of got off of him o.ol' crazy heiffer (No cuz I loves him u.u crazy) U got Im serious u got Tony twisted (He got me twisted, I bet u I bet u he the daddy) U got him messed up and I'm telling u probably had a bunch of men running the train on u what they call that ol' manaze mawazy ol'whatever it is (Whateva, nobody don't run no train on me) I bet ya, ol' ol ragady ass hoe (is u jealous, is u jealous, u ragady) Ragady as a mutha fucker Ragady as uh huh (Ol' hater, ol' hater) No I ain't hatin on nobody (yes u is) I bet u back in my day (what) I used to have em' goin crazy (How u had em')I'm better than u (no u ain't) My pussy badder than ur's (Well tell me how) Yo. Your pussy probably like wet dope wont sell nowhere |
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from Trick Daddy - Thug Matrimony: Married To The Streets (2004)
<i>[Trick Daddy]</i>
We gettin dollas (dollas,dollas,dollas,dollas) Yours Truly,I know ya'll been waitin' for it And it's about time,ain't it? What I'm a need ya'll to do cause I got what you want I want all the bitches to report to the dance floor Right Now I need a bitch to make that ass ? Make it clap,tune it up and shake it a lil' faster One cheek at a time,left cheek,right cheek,do it all to da beat It's easier on ya g-string, and you can free ball Bitch and you ain't gotta wear drawers How low can you go? Look back at it , and make it jump like a jack rabbit Take it down down to tha flo' Shake ya booty break it down get low and low work the flo' like a runway now vogue wit it,point a nigga out and tell him come get it boom boom skeet skeet goddamn now grind on it,bitch bounce up and down on it let him hit it from the back put a arch in ya back and let him hit it like that <i>[Chorus]</i> Now to the beat just jump on da dick <i>[Khia]</i> Don't eat,sucka suck on da clit <i>[TD]</i> That's right just jump on da dick <i>[Khia]</i> all night sucka suck on da clit <i>[TD]</i> just jump on da dick <i>[Khia]</i> sucka suck on da clit <i>[TD]</i> just jump on da dick <i>[Khia]</i> sucka suck on da clit <i>[TD]</i> just jump on da dick <i>[x2]</i> <i>[Khia]</i> sucka suck on da clit <i>[x2]</i> <i>[Khia]</i> Hush,Shut up don't say nothin WhenI'm ridin in,slippin slidin in, and the more you in it the better it gets and it's it to you how wet it get,and it's up to you how many ya get My nigga you don't know who you fuckin wit Who you suckin up,who you love to fuck You see a bitch like me I neva stopI like to take it from the bike and ride on top All night,all day I'll be on my way When you call,if ya call all you to say (Jump on the dick) Bitch do yo thang And imma get fucked up and suck ya up So what you think about that,you wanna give it to me? Then baby show me what you got and give it to me cuz.. <i>[Chorus]</i> <i>[Verse 3]</i> I'm ma playa well know dick layer Talk out a bitch out her pussy don't pay her Hey(hey) what you say? Good pussy bitch slang it this way You don't like niggas hold you gay Keep ya mouth open bitch and turn this way Lemme stick somethin it you in it you like You can spit and slob but don't bite You like when rap hits a mic, so spit a lil somethin that a nigga like Turn ya ass ova and tho in bike,cuz dick and pussy they love to fight If a notha pussy jump in it's on tonight No child support bills,so swallow my kids ho <i>[Chorus]</i> Don't say nothin |
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from Trick Daddy - Thug Matrimony: Married To The Streets (2004)
Good evening ladies and gentlemen, hehe (ladies and gentlemen)
This is yours truly T-Double, and umm first of all I would like to introduce to y'all, one of my first cousins He go by the name of Jazze Phizzel, Washingtonzel, c'mon <i>[Chorus: Jazze Pha]</i> If you want it you got it, foreva (y'all put y'all hands together) Baby this is no one night stand (uh-uh, no way, no how, uh-huh, c'mon, c'mon) If you need it you got it, whateva (c'mon, mm-hmm) Baby we can just fly away (just fly away, fly away with me baby, c'mon) <i>[TD and JP ad lib]</i> <i>[Verse One: Trick Daddy]</i> Now I ain't ever been a man with manners But I, think I can handle, bein a lil' romantic Now we can Crist' it up or Moet it I can kick gangsta shit or get ghetto poetic What's your name lil' momma, I'm T-Double I been sent here by God, so I can look out for ya And you gon' love what I got for ya Tender lovin and care, anything your heart could spare Look here, my demeanour may seem to scare ya But baby I tell ya I ain't no ordinary nigga I'ma, a little Marvin Gaye, and Barry White, and Teddy P Mixed in with a little Billy Dee And this is a gentlemen's song And little children, girls and boys, I'm sendin 'em home When I say turn off the lights, y'all turn 'em off I'm bout to deal with your issues while I get'cha right, c'mon <i>[Chorus w/ new Trick Daddy ad libs]</i> <i>[Verse Two: Trick Daddy]</i> Leave me your number and I'll holla back You prefer your pet name, nickname, no big thang girl, I'll call you that Won't be no problem with no other woman Cause you the one I chose, in other words, fuck dem other hoes And if a man, gon' be a man, are you really a wo-man Is this really what you want, and is you sho'? Are you ready to be committed? Do you plan on spendin the rest of your life with a nigga? Have you even thought about it, weighed out all your options Made your mind up with no doubt about it If not, we oughta talk about it But stick with it, don't let dem sick bitches, talk you out it Cause baby I'm in love wit'cha And I couldn't stand to see you with another man, so Dearly beloved, we gathered here today Homey to marry and see a couple in thug matrimony <i>[Chorus w/ more new T-Double ad libs]</i> <i>[Verse Three: Trick Daddy]</i> I need a woman that's down for me, one who'll love respect and honor her nigga, do it all no matter what Just one lifetime - wouldn't be long enough for us to be together, at least not for us And if I'm ever in a jam, be there for me And keep it real with a player cause you care for me With no strings attached, when you rub on my back Greasin my strap, kissin my neck baby I'm lovin that I got this thang that I do with my tongue I wanna do it to you, but it might make you cum But it'll cure you of your back spasms Have you floatin while your motion in your ocean gotcha backpedallin And we can take it to another level And get elevated, gettin way mo' creative And you can slap me if it makes you happy But if you scratch and bite me, that only shows me you like me See, we can do big thangs I make you scream my name and blame it all on the whip cream And if you're down with me, I'll have you down and dirty I do my thang for certain, just tell me if it's hurtin <i>[Chorus and more new Trick Daddy ad libs as Jazze Pha sings cut out]</i> |
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from Trick Daddy - Thug Matrimony: Married To The Streets (2004)
<i>[Trick Daddy]</i>
Our father who art in heaven Thank you Lord Lord thank you Lord <i>[Trick Daddy speaking over chorus]</i> That's right Y'all could stand up and rejoice now We about halfway through the road We got about another hundred years to go Thats for sure God is good thats right God is good In fact God is not good sometimes He's good all the time <i>[Chorus 2x: Ron Isley]</i> No matter how hard I cry It just don't seem loud enough Lord I hope you're hearing me This goes out to the lonely streets And all my brothers sick of crying yall <i>[Verse 1]</i> I got a letter from my nigga in prison He said he shooked them and its Too far to drive don't even worry about a visit All he needed was a couple pictures And a few dollars That way he ain't have to worry about borrying From a nigga Told me to check on his old girl Make sure its all good For her and the kids But hell I already did And then he asked me about his shorty I hate he asked me about his shorty Cause its been some years since I saw him Him not knowing his baby's momma's horror And ever since the days he's been gone She's kinda trapped in a storm But he goes on and on about when he gets home And then he mention every nigga that did him wrong Put him right back where he started at But he ain't snitched So he feels them that niggaz in his click They ought to pay for that He did his time day for day without turning snake Cause real OG's don't even take pleas <i>[Chorus 2x]</i> <i>[Verse 2]</i> See when I pray I pray for everybody I pray that God bless America That way these terrorist can't tear us up But I'm sick and tired of a lot of other things And the bottom line is We gotta set examples for the kids We first ought to teach em love Cause these days us niggaz got Too much hatred installed in us The radio and TV they just can't get enough This great big old world I guess it still just ain't big enough But y'all listen cuz I'm holding on playa The Lord ain't brought me that far Just to drop me off here Y'all keep arguing about religions While y'all referring to y'all old books of the bible Y'all all out to miss the last bus to heaven See everybody gonna wait Aint gonna do be no fighting, no pushing, no cussing Nope not at the gate Cause everybody gonna meet there Niggaz you ain't even like in your first life They gonna walk by you and speak So <i>[Chorus 2x]</i> <i>[Bridge - Ron Isley]</i> No matter no matter no matter How hard I cry how hard I cry Oh no matter how hard I cry Ooh Yea <i>[Verse 3]</i> Even and 'Pac and Biggie become the best of buddies Invest some money stay together in heaven I know them niggaz gonna have so much gangsta shit to tell me And its gonna feel so good seeing them together So I'm sending my deepest condolences To those who lost family members To the hands of the men that befriend us Y'all remember we all in this together But whosever ain't forgiving Y'all gonna have hell getting in heaven <i>[Repeat Chorus till fade]</i> |
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from Trick Daddy - Thug Matrimony: Married To The Streets (2004)
<i>[Intro: Cool & Dre]</i>
Good god, a ha ha Yo Trick I think we done did it again man (<i>[echo:]</i> of course, of course) Miami's finest, T Double D (haha haha) Y'all know who we be <i>[Chorus: Cool & Dre]</i> I wanna be your homie, your homie, love, and friend I wanna be your boy that you holla at night on the weekends (ooh baby) I wanna be the 'G' that your girlfriends brag about, that's what talkin' bout Ohhh girl come and let me show you what a thug's about <i>[Verse 1: Trick Daddy]</i> I ain't the type of nigga, who get a little bit of cheddar And start hanging on the beach and think he better than the next nigga (next nigga) Though I'll prolly go to Bay Harbor about Gucci, Louis, or Prada For my wife son or daughter, yeah (wife, son, or daughter) They gon talk about us, you should expect that Look at them bitches, they broke, they can't afford this They still livin' with they momma and they wonder why niggaz fuck em' And won't do nothin' for 'em Pump ya brakes lil' mama, some are down to bitch Stay out my face if you ain't got shit good to say And my wife don't like ya (don't like ya) Matter of fact when she see ya, she might wanna fight ya Ho, I tried to keep it real witcha' (keep it real witcha) But by ya runnin' ya mouth and takin' pills, I can't deal with ya Bitch you got real issues (real issues) and I'm a real nigga Deal wit' 'em and I wanna chill witcha <i>[Chorus (w/ adlibs from Dirtbag)]</i> <i>[Verse 2: Dirtbag]</i> Now you ain't neva had a stunna You ain't neva had a gunna You ain't neva had a dirty ass gangsta motherfucker Now you glad you did First you was scared Poppin champagne bottles, go on take a swig You see this life I live is for the real and not the fake So when we walk the streets girl I'll make ya feel safe (huh) I know you lovin how I'm thuggin all dayyy Your momma hate me but she thank me when the rent payyyed Say my name and watch how ya friends act I got a brother and a cousin they can get at First you was shuddered wit niggaz that get in trouble Then I got you in the cover no other did it so betta Tropical colors on ya dresses impresses me I ain't worryin' about yo 'exes' come flex with me YEEE!! Girl what's gooood You lookin' for love and now you found it in the hooood <i>[Chorus (w/ adlibs from Trick Daddy)]</i> <i>[Verse 3: Trick Daddy]</i> You see the problem is You accept too many promises (too many promises) And you subject yourself, where you can't help yourself But I'm here to help (I'm here to help), so tell the busta to step And baby have no fear cuz "Thug Life" is here And I got a remedy for you to get replenished in But hot showers, clean towels, and a double hennessey And I hope you got plenty energy Cuz' when K-9 these felines, shit gets finicky (whoa, haha) Anyways, I got plenty ways, to make ya stay But Im'a keep it straight, it's better that way I'm better gettin' wetter that way And I'm bigger than ya last, and we gon' need "Magnum" In fact I'm ready right now (right now) We can get butt naked and I'll hit it right now (right now) But we homies, so let's stay homies (stay homie) Conversation only Okay homie (okay homie) <i>[Chorus (x2)]</i> |
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from Trick Daddy - Thug Matrimony: Married To The Streets (2004)
<i>[Trick]</i>
If I ain't a thug, you think I aint a thug then tell me what I am <i>[Chorus w/ Trey Songz]</i> cuz if I aint a thug, why do I feel this way why the steets stay on my mind since I am a thug, why do y'all get so mad why can't cha'll accept that, it's my life <i>[Trick]</i> If I ain't a thug then y'all tell me who is how many other mutha fuckas y'all know can do this yea I'm a thug fo ever and I never ever disrespect the game or cross one of my niggas (listen) slippin' already cost one of my niggas so I better select the fools that I be chillin' wit and I don't know nothin', didn't hear or see nothin' I can't remember, but yet still I won't forget 'em I'm from the dark side, born and raised in a thug life and I'm out the city from the drug dealers and wise guys if I ain't a thug, then you explain it cuz how come a young nigga livin' so dangerous and why my name always somehow involved in stuff it's obvious, y'all can't target us yea I'm a thug nigga, but I ain't a drug dealer Three time convicted felone, so should I know better <i>[Chorus]</i> <i>[Trick]</i> From day one I've been thuggin' and I'm lovin' every minute of it So all you crittics and haters I'm sayin mutha fuck ya I don't like ya, and therefor I don't trust ya You couldn't shake me up, now you tryin' to set me up It's bad enough we had it rough when we was growin' up You killed Pac and Biggie, now try to kill us but I throw my Fos up, cuz I'm foeva fo sho A thug rebal fo certain, that's why I never listen I ain't the snitchin' kinda nigga Yo, and I'm a different kinda nigga So you bustas can't leave me ain't no centamental nigga I'm sittin' on spinners nigga So when I'm draggin' my Denim don't you bustas try and hit em (hear me) I'm from the parts where the stars like to hear the stars Quality sound beatin down in each and every car Givin' them hell like I'm David Chappelle Prostitute boy there with plenty dick for sale <i>[chorus]</i> <i>[Trick]</i> Since I am a Thug, that's why you listen to me Cuz I'm a T.H.U.G. officially, you see A lot a niggas still doubt a nigga so when they conversatin they be playa hatin' bout a nigga but I expect them to, what else they supposed to do when they dead broke and I got more flow then they do and they mad cuz I don't fuck wit them Oh well stay mad cuz I don't kiss niggas ass (bitches) I'm too busy bein' a real nigga So if you fuck wit me you can fuck around and get killed nigga The truth is Mr. Dollars is the real deal Hell I'm the mutha fucker made county bail (yeah) And I'm strictly for the Thug cuz I'm showin off and I'm quick to straight fuck a nigga (what) Huh, pussy nigga, what For my mutha fuckin' thugs <i>[Chorus repeat till end]</i> |
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from Trick Daddy - Thug Matrimony: Married To The Streets (2004)
<i>[Intro]</i>
form the south to the bottom, it's the brand new trick (M.I.A., down south, yo yo college park) and if u never been down south before we bout to show yall how we ridin (get up, get up) so where ever u from (yea) (let's lets go) <i>[Chorus:]</i> be like down south show a lil change for the gurls in the club that be shakin that thang and the got the young playas comin up wanna run things yall see them gurls when they in them g-strangs now everybody wanna be down wit da south (now everybody wanna be down wit da south) now everybody tryin 2 get down wit da south (now everybody tryin 2 get down wit da south) cuz in the club, (in the club) all them gurls that be shakin in the club in da club, (in the club) all the thugs they be playin in the club (ooooooooooh) <i>[Trick Daddy:]</i> yo I'm from the state where the sun shine where the women are pretty and they so fine where the dudes are rude but they so cool listen, good weather is better for a good fella and every ride will probably be on 22's or 24's on T-0's and you know like I know, we gon represent it everywhere we go and every time we drop hits, for hittin' everything we spit it gots to be the shit so gimme a fresh white tee a pair of preist jeans and some j's yall never seen man I cant help but win on heavy rotation on all of your stations down south takin over all of the charts we jus got started and will not stop <i>[chorus]</i> <i>[Trina:]</i> You aint never seen a big ol' ass like this and you aint never gon run across a badder bitch Im Ms Trina, miami's finest and you can ask your man who has the flyest playas who millionares try to buy this and I aint got shit to hide I like to squat and ride go front and back, side to side bend me over show me what you holdin and oh shit, now give it to me, gimme that big ol' dick first suck me up, and then buck me up go deeper, deeper, beat me, beat me, lets make a sequel for the naked people your whole click against my click now shake that ass, shake that ass shake that ass and make your baby daddy mad <i>[chorus]</i> <i>[Ying Yang Twins:]</i> Kaine here we come to fuck the whole floor ying yang twins kickin in your door scat like a rat when a cat comin out the house dir-ty south D-Roc my bad we done did it again trick daddy and the ying yang twins if you dont know, let me fill you in I hope you know we in it to win you didnt know we the super friends we done did another song again so i just know its on again we fonna put a joint to win yall gonna get rolled over like a bulldozer I hope you know the game over dade county the fullgest county we still run these god damn streets I dont think ima change in 10 years ima be doin the same damn thang Kaine nigga fuck hoes nigga do shows nigga get in trouble uh oh will i smoke if it aint dro hell no playa so fuck no <i>[chorus]</i> <i>[Trina:]</i> now shake that ass, shake that ass, shake that ass and make your baby daddy mad, now shake that ass, shake that ass, shake that ass and make your baby daddy mad, now shake that ass and make your baby daddy mad, shake that ass and make your baby daddy mad, now shake that ass and make your baby daddy mad, shake that ass and make your baby daddy mad |
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from Trick Daddy - Thug Matrimony: Married To The Streets (2004)
[Lil Jon:]
Yeah (Yeaaaahhhh!) Theres a lotta fuck niggas in the club tonight, (fuck em, fuck em, fuck em) But its gonna be aight, (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Cuz me and my clique we dont give a fuck nigga. Trick Daddy, Jim Johnson, Big D, Lil Jon [Hook:] Lets Gooooo! (Lets Gooooo!) If you want it you can get it let me know (let me know), I'm bout to fuck a nigga up, Lets Gooooo! (Lets Gooooo!) If you want it you can get it let me know (let me know), I'm bout to fuck a nigga up, Lets Gooooo! (Lets Gooooo!) [Trick Daddy:] If you want some, come get some, Cuz where I'm from we tote big guns, And everybody know somebody that Know somebody that know somethin bout it, And I want answers now who, what, where, When and why, See, a lotta dudes like to act a fool And all get all loud but that aint my style, And he who he gonna get and what he gonna do, Run up on me if he want to, Out there impressin his homies, But he stood up in front of his mama, I mop up the flo wit em, And I kick in the door and let the .44 get em, I got fools that'll go get em, This for him, the crew and the dudes that run wit em. [Hook] [Twista:] Gotta spit for the murderas, And the killas, And the thugstas, That be fuckin up the ballas, And the dealas, And the hustlas, Got me comin at you bogus in the V.I. While they bumpin lil jon I'm a brush ya, Its the psycho nigga twista from Chicago rollin with the Miami nigga that'll crush ya, We already been lookin for drama If a nigga try to get it to, but what if, still gotta get em, Feelin fury from my tough shit that cant never be true And no penicillin I'm telling you Trick I'm fitna steal em Got me swingin crysie and hennessy bottles, In the club with my thug homies goin for the skrilla, Don't get it twisted with that Overnight celebrity you better be scared Of me in my city I'm a killa. [Hook] [Trick Daddy:] I ain't that rappin type arright, And I that actin type arright, This sulphane in my script, I'm a play on you and you just a square, See, once that hennessy into Me the whole industry is my enemy, If you aint no ten to me or friend to me, Bitch don't pretend to be, I'm strictly for the thugs, I'm part of the streets and straight out the hood, That moments ghetto (ghetto), Got me deep in gats for you wheezly cats, I'm straight out the county of Dade, Played on fire nigga M-I-A, Never gone south of the border, Americas most wanted you gonna get slaughtered. [Hook 2x] [Trick Daddy:] The AK go chop, chop, chop, chop The SK go fire, fire, fire, fire The AK go chop, chop, chop, chop The SK go fire, fire, fire, fire |
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from Trick Daddy - Thug Matrimony: Married To The Streets (2004)
I know 'Pac woulda loved this one here
<i>[Chorus: Trick Daddy]</i> This gangsta livin, weavin dope dealin, oh how it's changed It's gettin strange, and dangerous, but that's the way shit goes <i>[Trick Daddy]</i> This nigga needs no introductions I'm on this book, and I'm stuck, I'm really the wrong one to fuck wit See T-Double known for startin problems but K-cutter be the problem solver, if I sell you a book nigga stick it Cause for every you check you slippin they can call me Flipper I only I missed a few niggaz (uh-huh) But he lost a couple more vis-a kidney and his liver Had to tell him mind me a nigga I was like uh-huh, click click, c'mere, don't run nigga All I wanna know is Where yo' connect, where the sack, where the money where the blow is I heard papi got them freighters Now either he gon', give 'em to me, or a nigga gon' take 'em The dope game's just too overrated And to tell y'all the truth a lot of y'all ain't gon' make it Done went from crack slingers to R&B singers Before the mic's on, you was already singin It's just a song was a big hit He named me and his bitch on the remix <i>[sing]</i> <i>[Chorus - 2X]</i> <i>[Trick Daddy]</i> And to hell with bein a man about it Shit they got fo' niggaz and one gun, fuck bein 21 Somebody better tell 'em And put him up on {?} somebody fuck around and kill him You see cause snitches get stitches And there ain't that much of a difference between tellin and snitchin And I ain't gon' keep on talkin to you niggaz I'm gon' walk right up to you niggaz and go off on you niggaz And I ain't leavin no witnesses And don't get drunk and confess to none of y'all misses See I know how to control my Hennessy I speak no ingles, play crazy like them Dominicans See cause poppa was a rolling stone He said, son get your gun, it's a war and it's on So y'all go on and bob your head to the song Throw up the 4's for the niggaz, that's dead and gone <i>[Chorus - 2X]</i> <i>[Trick Daddy]</i> I'm tired of smokin 'bama-ass weed Niggaz out there sellin backyard boogies full o' stems and seeds They whoopin the rocks and we compressin the coke They makin it hard for them {?} to smoke I went to jail tryin to get high; nigga told me to go to hell went and called him, told him come get me out So our father, who art in heaven It must be the devil cause somethin wrong with these niggaz Nope - and crazy ain't the word They say the stupid shit like Trick why don't you front a nigga a bird Fo' what, so you can smoke it up? Impress hoes, buy clothes, and make a nigga come fuck you up? The game hard on a player You coulda started with a block and now workin just for quarter fare With all the cards I sold the hoes left me all by myself And the game don't even care! <i>[Chorus - 2X]</i> |
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from Trick Daddy - Thug Matrimony: Married To The Streets (2004)
Heh, y'all remember back in the days
When niggaz used to get they ass whooped for snakin cars And had to go strip your own switch off the tree These are the days <i>[Chorus: Trick Daddy + (singer)]</i> (These are the days) These are the days (when we parlay) When we parlayed (just me and my team) Me and my team (out there livin our dream) Ha, ha ha, Lord (look how far we've come) Look how far we come (doin what we love) Doin what we love (cause these are the days) (ballin, we gon' hold on) <i>[Trick Daddy]</i> And I remember back in the days, if you ain't like a nigga You let him know, then you asked for a fave And then he coulda got a head up Me and you after school in the front and we can tear it up And everybody gon' know about it Yep, so put down your set, and shut up, and be sho' about it Cause everybody done lost one But don't come home cryin unless your ass mind another one And your ass better fight back And you bet' not run and let it get back to mom Cause, daddy ain't made no punks (uh-uh) And, momma ain't raised no chumps (no way) So, go 'head for what you know Cause a lil' childhood fight's alright, but that's as far as it goes Cause tomorrow we'll be best of friends Never ever disagreein, now that's a friend, c'mon <i>[Chorus w/ minor variations]</i> <i>[Trick Daddy]</i> Now leave the guns and the crack and the knives alone It's, T-Double on the microphone, and I can see trouble right in front your home Far as the kid's concerned, let him live and learn And let him grow to be older than us Teach him more than gangbangin, drug deals and hold-ups And slow up, hold that drinkin just a little bit And when they wanna get high, just let 'em hear this And let 'em hit it 'til they OD Cause when they sober up, they gon' love and respect us Now we havin mo' doctors, lawyers Teachers, preachers, and deep-sea explorers C'mon <i>[singer]</i> These are the days, Lord these are the days These are the days (these are the days) Lord these are the days (for the thugs) <i>[Trick Daddy]</i> Whatever happened to the momma and daddy jokes And why you cuss so much, right in front of these old folks That lady about seventy-five years old That's twice my age, and fo' times yours I know momma taught you better than that Believe stuff like this'll give the ol' girl a heart attack Always hollerin about child abuse and child neglect Where the hell did you get that? Shit the last time I checked You ever lost self-respect, you got it put on your ass for that And it happened right there where it went wrong Part one's now, part two's at home So from now on, it's yes ma'am or no sir Put that behind you, questions and answers Followed by thank you or no thanks Or father may I be excused without bein rude <i>[Chorus w/ minor variations]</i> <i>[ad libs]</i> <i>[Trick Daddy]</i> Hold on, so this here should teach you a lesson y'know Kids, y'know listen to your teachers at school and Parents, need to pay attention to your kids at home Therefore uh, know how to be hard on a child abuser Child neglecter, where e'rybody nobody call HRS on us Beat they lil' bad ass when they get out of line That's what my momma did - fo' sho' Ain't nuttin wrong with a lil' ass whuppin The swellin gon' go down and the bleedin gon' stop But your ass'll be alive, I'll bet you that And umm, I put that on Pearl |
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from Trick Daddy - Thug Matrimony: Married To The Streets (2004)
<i>[T]</i> Whassup little man, what's wrong wit'chu?
<i>[T]</i> Why you lookin so sad - what's wrong? Man, I went to school today and the teacher said I couldn't be no rapper <i>[T]</i> Say what? Why she tell you that? She told me I had to be somethin, that's more realistic like I could actually be, like a construction worker or somethin <i>[T]</i> Man, construction workers ain't realistic man <i>[T]</i> You can't be out there done sawin all day, boy it's hot out there <i>[T]</i> Man, just keep on goin to school, get your education <i>[T]</i> That way, you can be anything you WANT to be <i>[Chorus: sung]</i> I just wanna sing, can I, sing you a song I bet you'll love it (I just wanna sing) yeah yeah yeah (I-I ain't askin for much) <i>[T]</i> Well go 'head then I just wanna sing, can I, sing you a song I bet you'll love it (I ain't askin for much) <i>[Trick Daddy]</i> Listen; I just wanna make music, I just wanna verse or two In fact, man, I wanna be a rapper too And I could probably sing the blues Cause I got problems too, plus I growed up in the projects too Well can you put me on your soundtrack? Cause I got a good theme song that Betty Right could probably sing on Yo, I just want a chance at stardom I just wanna be more than a thief or robbin Well, what about a remix? And I could probably make the beat and get it done all in less than a week And make it clean for the radio, so the kids could watch the video Yo, but y'all don't hear me doe Man, I just want a crack at it If I fail I'll be back, cause I refuse to be a crack addict I wanna prove the critics wrong What started off with a poem done turned it into a song Now I'ma sing it for you <i>[Chorus w/ minor variations]</i> <i>[Trick Daddy]</i> Listen to me! I wanna be a legend one day, that way I can be put in the same category with Barry White and Marvin Gaye And have a tribute dedicated to me Sell platinum records and win Grammys so that the world can see you could be anything that you want to be Play sports or make music, just put your mind to it And yo, I ain't the typical 'American Idol' But when I'm done, I'm sure the boy Simon'll like me Everybody can't act rap, and no matter how real the dream seem e'rybody can't sing But, there's another Michael Jordan or Tiger Woods somewhere right in the hood, plus Yo you ain't never seen a, meaner team of tennis players than Venus and Serena So, it's people like that that helped people like me And they gave me the courage to sing, so I'ma sing it for ya <i>[Chorus w/ minor variations]</i> <i>[Trick Daddy]</i> I wanna do commercial and TV shows I wanna blow and sell records like the BeeGees sold And I don't really need a chaffeur, I don't need a maid or a cook Just a vacumn cleaner and coasters And I can cook and clean for myself - with the right promo team I feel, I can really do big things, and I could probably write me a book With all the stuff I got to tell 'em, it's got to be a best seller And it's way deeper than a Coke and a smile Why go to schools when the teachers ain't helpin us out? My art teacher drive a Benz but he ain't bein artistic I got music second period but the class won't listen I wanna sing <i>[Chorus w/ minor variations]</i> <i>[Trick Daddy over Chorus as it repeats]</i> So, to all the kids All the mothers and fathers, sisters and brothers of the world Y'know? Our kids need encouragement We need a reason, y'knahmsayin? Let's show 'em somethin, let's give 'em somethin to look forward to So all you teachers that ain't doin your job, y'all step aside Cause I got a little brother and sister that's gon' grow up one day and be a teacher, and she gon' actually TEACH somethin Y'know? She gon' make it worth comin to school y'know? It's deeper than free lunch now I just wanna sing I used to be just like you But thank God, we got greater later |
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from Trick Daddy - Thug Matrimony: Married To The Streets (2004)
<i>[Chorus: kids singing]</i>
Children hold on, to your dreams Believe in love, let love be the light to show the wayyyyy And love will shine on you one day <i>[Trick - speaking over kids]</i> Hold on, to your dreams at least And believe in love It'll show you the way, it'll show you the way That's right, uh-huh <i>[Trick Daddy]</i> God bless the souls of those that impose a threat Better yet, let's forget 'bout this foolishness And though I never asked for forgiveness If you wanna pray to him, here's some things I might say to him Lord thank you for my wife, my father and mom And God thank you for my daughter and son You know the devil he's been doin us wrong And I love both of my kids, but they momma can't raise 'em alone And yo, I just want a better understandin There's got to be another way to handle it And well we got to be mature about it We both made our mistakes, and can't no one get us out it My little girl's a little lady And though she often act crazy, she still my baby And I anticipate the day that I can see the smile on her face when she speak to Little J <i>[Chorus]</i> <i>[Trick - speaking over kids]</i> Hold on, to your dreams, you gotta believe Believe in love - that's right Believe in love and the Lord It'll show you the way okay, it'll show you the way, just lead Shine your heart on it (America has a problem) <i>[Trick Daddy]</i> You see the problem with the world is That there's way too many faces and way too many races They done even managed to modernize slavery They clonin little babies, these people goin crazy And white America's on high alert Black America's still starvin and livin in public housin You still eatin off your food stamps That's why one out of every three black boys end up in boot camp And not to mention the ones we'll be missin Let's face it, e'rybody can't make it And e'rybody wanna escape it (no way) But if it's thug life we live, then thug life it is But just remember, somethin gotta give That's why, so many and die and, so little live I can't explain it, but that's how it is And God forbid, but it is what it is <i>[Chorus]</i> <i>[Trick - speaking over kids]</i> Hold on, to your dreams, and believe in 'em Feel the strength, I know He'll show you the way, he'll show you the way He'll show you the way <i>[Trick Daddy]</i> The Lord have mercy on 'em For they young and dumb, and that's why I come to pray for 'em Though some of us are better than most of us You can't involve the kids with our differences And since memories are all we have Don't you agree that all little kids deserve to laugh? I'm, teachin the facts about our black leaders Cause they be strong people, just keep readin, it gets deeper We're all God's people So regardless of color and race, we all is covered in grace And you gotta be stronger than most Therefore, we only supposed to go when we chosen Cause God for the thugs too Just be sincere at heart and dawg, God'll still love you So to all my fallen soldiers, the struggle's over All in the name of Jehovah <i>[Chorus]</i> <i>[Trick - speaking over kids]</i> Hold on, to your dreams, c'mon, y'know Believe in love, and love be the light I know, you know, that's right - he'll show you the way I know, it'll shine on you, c'mon And just pray with me, sing with me, c'mon Sing with me, c'mon Believe in love - he'll show you the way I know you will - he'll show you the way, okay? Just believe and pray This is for Me'da'buta |
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from Trick Daddy - Thug Matrimony: Married To The Streets (2004)
<i>[Trick Daddy]</i>
This one goin out to uhh, that nigga Bub (the game done changed) Young Black Boy, Rick Growley, that nigga Wayne Parker (ha ha) You know, all the niggaz I know that was told on Yesterday's, killers, today's fuck niggaz huh? <i>[Verse One]</i> My lifestyle's quite complicated I'm an ex-drug dealer, corner sto' nigga, still mob affiliated I'm disrespectful, ill-mannered and quite fiesty That's why fuck niggaz and slap bitches never did like me But Lord, if you're listenin, please God forgive me If I end up doin one of these niggaz out to ruin me and kill me But the devil leaves me only a few choices I gotta kill him or he'll kill me, y'all niggaz don't hear me See y'all got choppers that's splittin when these niggaz go to {?} sippin and set trippin like (FUCK NIGGAZ LISTEN!!) I'm just doin my thug thizzle, and I ain't fuckin with a nigga So why they fuckin with a nigga huh? I guess it's part of the strip, where you step out of line get flipped out the lip, fuckin 'round get killed So let them niggaz know I'll never forget 'em Through the rain sleet or snow, I'll always remember yo <i>[Chorus 2X: Trick Daddy]</i> You never know, you never know You never know, you never never know You never know, you never know that know that.. (know that..) <i>[Verse Two]</i> And even though my, childhood was low budget, shit Some of the shit I couldn't have, I wouldn'ta have if the niggaz wouldn'ta took it I wanted things my momma couldn't afford And that's crazy, cause as a little shorty it made me even want it more But now the police got the spot hot Doin an undercover drug ring, sellin X pills and cocaine And some sets up a reverse thang; what makes it worse is that them jerks lost they spine against my own team I heard how bad them boys really want me But most likely, they gon' indict me, for keepin it real homey After all, I done exposed a few of they rats And done told on a few cats to get a few years up off they back And all the shit that I can tell 'em, tell 'em Two times convicted felon so, ain't much I can sell 'em Plus I'm a slug and my third strike's my whole life I know the money's lovely but hell I'll hold tight cause <i>[Chorus]</i> <i>[Verse Three]</i> (One murder comin right up) Who got beef for the Daddy Dollars And wearin wires around they collars Yo, y'all fuck niggaz I'll stop ya And I declare war on any pussy boy And tell his momma his son a whore Him give dem crackers what dey lookin for See the Boogie Man's got a backup plan And I'll, back up sprayin, so y'all don't act up man I was just a law-abidin citizen And I never been a shit started, but I been well known to finish it See, and you can fuck around, and have a whole truck of young stupid muh'fuckers, 'cept that now they lookin for ya And all they need is a minute in the clear Where all the witnesses in they ass done be worth a whole life chance So y'all keep playin all the crackin, den throwin bricks at 'em The next bitch they catch, bet they ass sendin matches You never know, cause they never know, and they never will Why? Cause real niggaz never tell, c'mon <i>[Chorus]</i> |
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from Trick Daddy - Thug Matrimony: Married To The Streets (2004)
<i>[Cee-Lo]</i> Uh huh
<i>[T-Dubl]</i> Yeah <i>[Cee-Lo]</i> Aw man I got a sweet tooth, can you dig it <i>[T-Dubl]</i> After this one you gon need a root canal then <i>[Cee-Lo]</i> I love sugar all of it <i>[T-Dubl]</i> This one for all the clean, decent women <i>[Cee-Lo]</i> Lay it on me girl <i>[T-Dubl]</i> Pay Close Attention <i>[Hook: Cee-Lo]</i> She put that sugar on my tongue Shes gonna Gimme gimme some She put it right there on my tongue (Sweet Sweet, Lover Lover) Right there on my tongue (She turns me on, like no other) <i>[Trick Daddy]</i> And gimme some of your butter pecan Put it right there on tip of my tongue, hold it Right jeeeah Cuz baby, if I bite you I bet you like it French Vanilla's a hell of a flavor for me With strawberries, two cherries and whipped cream The best things are the wet dreams And uh, the rest is just a flick without a sex scene Orally, I speak the truth Cuz the blacker the berry The sweeter the juice Cuz, Florida oranges and Georgia peaches When they nice and ripe, they the best for eatin' Southern boys we crave for old slice of pie after they main course So if you game for it I came for it I got a thing for ya That I can't ignore <i>[Hook - 2X]</i> <i>[Ludacris]</i> She put that sugar on my tongue, tongue Yippie Yippie, Yum Yum Goodie goodie gum drop Put me in a tongue lock Did it till my body went numb, numb Laid her on her back, back Turned her round, gave her bottom a smack, smack She's a woman from the block with the best of weave But I won't stop till I'm pullin out tracks, tracks It was lust at first sight And she couldn't help sayin that she wanted to get with me And my size was just right Cuz she wanted a man with a little sec-ur-ity Said I been around the world twice And my name ring bells from Atlanta to Sic-i-ly Said she wanted it all night So put the bubbles in the tub and Ludacris and me <i>[Hook - 2X]</i> Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeeeah Yeeeah Yeah Yeah Yeah <i>[Trick Daddy]</i> Sweetie you look so incredible So delicious and so damn edible All I need is some honey or syrup With a lil' butter to rub down all your curves And no need for the lemonade Just a twist of lime and some grape Kool-Aid Can I call you Caramel? Cuz I'm bout to go coo-coo to taste your Coco Puffs One bowl ought to fill me up But that milk gotta be cold enough So supper time that'll hold me up I might choke myself if I don't slow it up, but Honey, you look like a honeydew melon Or strawberry with the whipped cream filling Of the top part of the peach cobbler But uh, the fruit platter ought to do me better <i>[Hook - 2X]</i> |
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from Trick Daddy - Thug Matrimony: Married To The Streets (2004)
<i>[Trick Daddy]</i>
We gettin dollas (dollas,dollas,dollas,dollas) Yours Truly,I know ya'll been waitin' for it And it's about time,ain't it? What I'm a need ya'll to do cause I got what you want I want all the bitches to report to the dance floor Right Now I need a bitch to make that ass ? Make it clap,tune it up and shake it a lil' faster One cheek at a time,left cheek,right cheek,do it all to da beat It's easier on ya g-string, and you can free ball Bitch and you ain't gotta wear drawers How low can you go? Look back at it , and make it jump like a jack rabbit Take it down down to tha flo' Shake ya booty break it down get low and low work the flo' like a runway now vogue wit it,point a nigga out and tell him come get it boom boom skeet skeet goddamn now grind on it,bitch bounce up and down on it let him hit it from the back put a arch in ya back and let him hit it like that <i>[Chorus]</i> Now to the beat just jump on da dick <i>[Khia]</i> Don't eat,sucka suck on da clit <i>[TD]</i> That's right just jump on da dick <i>[Khia]</i> all night sucka suck on da clit <i>[TD]</i> just jump on da dick <i>[Khia]</i> sucka suck on da clit <i>[TD]</i> just jump on da dick <i>[Khia]</i> sucka suck on da clit <i>[TD]</i> just jump on da dick <i>[x2]</i> <i>[Khia]</i> sucka suck on da clit <i>[x2]</i> <i>[Khia]</i> Hush,Shut up don't say nothin WhenI'm ridin in,slippin slidin in, and the more you in it the better it gets and it's it to you how wet it get,and it's up to you how many ya get My nigga you don't know who you fuckin wit Who you suckin up,who you love to fuck You see a bitch like me I neva stopI like to take it from the bike and ride on top All night,all day I'll be on my way When you call,if ya call all you to say (Jump on the dick) Bitch do yo thang And imma get fucked up and suck ya up So what you think about that,you wanna give it to me? Then baby show me what you got and give it to me cuz.. <i>[Chorus]</i> <i>[Verse 3]</i> I'm ma playa well know dick layer Talk out a bitch out her pussy don't pay her Hey(hey) what you say? Good pussy bitch slang it this way You don't like niggas hold you gay Keep ya mouth open bitch and turn this way Lemme stick somethin it you in it you like You can spit and slob but don't bite You like when rap hits a mic, so spit a lil somethin that a nigga like Turn ya ass ova and tho in bike,cuz dick and pussy they love to fight If a notha pussy jump in it's on tonight No child support bills,so swallow my kids ho <i>[Chorus]</i> Don't say nothin |
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from Trick Daddy - Thug Matrimony: Married To The Streets (2004)
Good evening ladies and gentlemen, hehe (ladies and gentlemen)
This is yours truly T-Double, and umm first of all I would like to introduce to y'all, one of my first cousins He go by the name of Jazze Phizzel, Washingtonzel, c'mon <i>[Chorus: Jazze Pha]</i> If you want it you got it, foreva (y'all put y'all hands together) Baby this is no one night stand (uh-uh, no way, no how, uh-huh, c'mon, c'mon) If you need it you got it, whateva (c'mon, mm-hmm) Baby we can just fly away (just fly away, fly away with me baby, c'mon) <i>[TD and JP ad lib]</i> <i>[Verse One: Trick Daddy]</i> Now I ain't ever been a man with manners But I, think I can handle, bein a lil' romantic Now we can Crist' it up or Moet it I can kick gangsta shit or get ghetto poetic What's your name lil' momma, I'm T-Double I been sent here by God, so I can look out for ya And you gon' love what I got for ya Tender lovin and care, anything your heart could spare Look here, my demeanour may seem to scare ya But baby I tell ya I ain't no ordinary nigga I'ma, a little Marvin Gaye, and Barry White, and Teddy P Mixed in with a little Billy Dee And this is a gentlemen's song And little children, girls and boys, I'm sendin 'em home When I say turn off the lights, y'all turn 'em off I'm bout to deal with your issues while I get'cha right, c'mon <i>[Chorus w/ new Trick Daddy ad libs]</i> <i>[Verse Two: Trick Daddy]</i> Leave me your number and I'll holla back You prefer your pet name, nickname, no big thang girl, I'll call you that Won't be no problem with no other woman Cause you the one I chose, in other words, fuck dem other hoes And if a man, gon' be a man, are you really a wo-man Is this really what you want, and is you sho'? Are you ready to be committed? Do you plan on spendin the rest of your life with a nigga? Have you even thought about it, weighed out all your options Made your mind up with no doubt about it If not, we oughta talk about it But stick with it, don't let dem sick bitches, talk you out it Cause baby I'm in love wit'cha And I couldn't stand to see you with another man, so Dearly beloved, we gathered here today Homey to marry and see a couple in thug matrimony <i>[Chorus w/ more new T-Double ad libs]</i> <i>[Verse Three: Trick Daddy]</i> I need a woman that's down for me, one who'll love respect and honor her nigga, do it all no matter what Just one lifetime - wouldn't be long enough for us to be together, at least not for us And if I'm ever in a jam, be there for me And keep it real with a player cause you care for me With no strings attached, when you rub on my back Greasin my strap, kissin my neck baby I'm lovin that I got this thang that I do with my tongue I wanna do it to you, but it might make you cum But it'll cure you of your back spasms Have you floatin while your motion in your ocean gotcha backpedallin And we can take it to another level And get elevated, gettin way mo' creative And you can slap me if it makes you happy But if you scratch and bite me, that only shows me you like me See, we can do big thangs I make you scream my name and blame it all on the whip cream And if you're down with me, I'll have you down and dirty I do my thang for certain, just tell me if it's hurtin <i>[Chorus and more new Trick Daddy ad libs as Jazze Pha sings cut out]</i> |
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from Trick Daddy - Thug Matrimony: Married To The Streets (2004)
<i>[Trick Daddy]</i>
Our father who art in heaven Thank you Lord Lord thank you Lord <i>[Trick Daddy speaking over chorus]</i> That's right Y'all could stand up and rejoice now We about halfway through the road We got about another hundred years to go Thats for sure God is good thats right God is good In fact God is not good sometimes He's good all the time <i>[Chorus 2x: Ron Isley]</i> No matter how hard I cry It just don't seem loud enough Lord I hope you're hearing me This goes out to the lonely streets And all my brothers sick of crying yall <i>[Verse 1]</i> I got a letter from my nigga in prison He said he shooked them and its Too far to drive don't even worry about a visit All he needed was a couple pictures And a few dollars That way he ain't have to worry about borrying From a nigga Told me to check on his old girl Make sure its all good For her and the kids But hell I already did And then he asked me about his shorty I hate he asked me about his shorty Cause its been some years since I saw him Him not knowing his baby's momma's horror And ever since the days he's been gone She's kinda trapped in a storm But he goes on and on about when he gets home And then he mention every nigga that did him wrong Put him right back where he started at But he ain't snitched So he feels them that niggaz in his click They ought to pay for that He did his time day for day without turning snake Cause real OG's don't even take pleas <i>[Chorus 2x]</i> <i>[Verse 2]</i> See when I pray I pray for everybody I pray that God bless America That way these terrorist can't tear us up But I'm sick and tired of a lot of other things And the bottom line is We gotta set examples for the kids We first ought to teach em love Cause these days us niggaz got Too much hatred installed in us The radio and TV they just can't get enough This great big old world I guess it still just ain't big enough But y'all listen cuz I'm holding on playa The Lord ain't brought me that far Just to drop me off here Y'all keep arguing about religions While y'all referring to y'all old books of the bible Y'all all out to miss the last bus to heaven See everybody gonna wait Aint gonna do be no fighting, no pushing, no cussing Nope not at the gate Cause everybody gonna meet there Niggaz you ain't even like in your first life They gonna walk by you and speak So <i>[Chorus 2x]</i> <i>[Bridge - Ron Isley]</i> No matter no matter no matter How hard I cry how hard I cry Oh no matter how hard I cry Ooh Yea <i>[Verse 3]</i> Even and 'Pac and Biggie become the best of buddies Invest some money stay together in heaven I know them niggaz gonna have so much gangsta shit to tell me And its gonna feel so good seeing them together So I'm sending my deepest condolences To those who lost family members To the hands of the men that befriend us Y'all remember we all in this together But whosever ain't forgiving Y'all gonna have hell getting in heaven <i>[Repeat Chorus till fade]</i> |
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from Trick Daddy - Thug Matrimony: Married To The Streets (2004)
<i>[Intro: Cool & Dre]</i>
Good god, a ha ha Yo Trick I think we done did it again man (<i>[echo:]</i> of course, of course) Miami's finest, T Double D (haha haha) Y'all know who we be <i>[Chorus: Cool & Dre]</i> I wanna be your homie, your homie, love, and friend I wanna be your boy that you holla at night on the weekends (ooh baby) I wanna be the 'G' that your girlfriends brag about, that's what talkin' bout Ohhh girl come and let me show you what a thug's about <i>[Verse 1: Trick Daddy]</i> I ain't the type of nigga, who get a little bit of cheddar And start hanging on the beach and think he better than the next nigga (next nigga) Though I'll prolly go to Bay Harbor about Gucci, Louis, or Prada For my wife son or daughter, yeah (wife, son, or daughter) They gon talk about us, you should expect that Look at them bitches, they broke, they can't afford this They still livin' with they momma and they wonder why niggaz fuck em' And won't do nothin' for 'em Pump ya brakes lil' mama, some are down to bitch Stay out my face if you ain't got shit good to say And my wife don't like ya (don't like ya) Matter of fact when she see ya, she might wanna fight ya Ho, I tried to keep it real witcha' (keep it real witcha) But by ya runnin' ya mouth and takin' pills, I can't deal with ya Bitch you got real issues (real issues) and I'm a real nigga Deal wit' 'em and I wanna chill witcha <i>[Chorus (w/ adlibs from Dirtbag)]</i> <i>[Verse 2: Dirtbag]</i> Now you ain't neva had a stunna You ain't neva had a gunna You ain't neva had a dirty ass gangsta motherfucker Now you glad you did First you was scared Poppin champagne bottles, go on take a swig You see this life I live is for the real and not the fake So when we walk the streets girl I'll make ya feel safe (huh) I know you lovin how I'm thuggin all dayyy Your momma hate me but she thank me when the rent payyyed Say my name and watch how ya friends act I got a brother and a cousin they can get at First you was shuddered wit niggaz that get in trouble Then I got you in the cover no other did it so betta Tropical colors on ya dresses impresses me I ain't worryin' about yo 'exes' come flex with me YEEE!! Girl what's gooood You lookin' for love and now you found it in the hooood <i>[Chorus (w/ adlibs from Trick Daddy)]</i> <i>[Verse 3: Trick Daddy]</i> You see the problem is You accept too many promises (too many promises) And you subject yourself, where you can't help yourself But I'm here to help (I'm here to help), so tell the busta to step And baby have no fear cuz "Thug Life" is here And I got a remedy for you to get replenished in But hot showers, clean towels, and a double hennessey And I hope you got plenty energy Cuz' when K-9 these felines, shit gets finicky (whoa, haha) Anyways, I got plenty ways, to make ya stay But Im'a keep it straight, it's better that way I'm better gettin' wetter that way And I'm bigger than ya last, and we gon' need "Magnum" In fact I'm ready right now (right now) We can get butt naked and I'll hit it right now (right now) But we homies, so let's stay homies (stay homie) Conversation only Okay homie (okay homie) <i>[Chorus (x2)]</i> |
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from Trick Daddy - Thug Matrimony: Married To The Streets (2004)
<i>[Trick]</i>
If I ain't a thug, you think I aint a thug then tell me what I am <i>[Chorus w/ Trey Songz]</i> cuz if I aint a thug, why do I feel this way why the steets stay on my mind since I am a thug, why do y'all get so mad why can't cha'll accept that, it's my life <i>[Trick]</i> If I ain't a thug then y'all tell me who is how many other mutha fuckas y'all know can do this yea I'm a thug fo ever and I never ever disrespect the game or cross one of my niggas (listen) slippin' already cost one of my niggas so I better select the fools that I be chillin' wit and I don't know nothin', didn't hear or see nothin' I can't remember, but yet still I won't forget 'em I'm from the dark side, born and raised in a thug life and I'm out the city from the drug dealers and wise guys if I ain't a thug, then you explain it cuz how come a young nigga livin' so dangerous and why my name always somehow involved in stuff it's obvious, y'all can't target us yea I'm a thug nigga, but I ain't a drug dealer Three time convicted felone, so should I know better <i>[Chorus]</i> <i>[Trick]</i> From day one I've been thuggin' and I'm lovin' every minute of it So all you crittics and haters I'm sayin mutha fuck ya I don't like ya, and therefor I don't trust ya You couldn't shake me up, now you tryin' to set me up It's bad enough we had it rough when we was growin' up You killed Pac and Biggie, now try to kill us but I throw my Fos up, cuz I'm foeva fo sho A thug rebal fo certain, that's why I never listen I ain't the snitchin' kinda nigga Yo, and I'm a different kinda nigga So you bustas can't leave me ain't no centamental nigga I'm sittin' on spinners nigga So when I'm draggin' my Denim don't you bustas try and hit em (hear me) I'm from the parts where the stars like to hear the stars Quality sound beatin down in each and every car Givin' them hell like I'm David Chappelle Prostitute boy there with plenty dick for sale <i>[chorus]</i> <i>[Trick]</i> Since I am a Thug, that's why you listen to me Cuz I'm a T.H.U.G. officially, you see A lot a niggas still doubt a nigga so when they conversatin they be playa hatin' bout a nigga but I expect them to, what else they supposed to do when they dead broke and I got more flow then they do and they mad cuz I don't fuck wit them Oh well stay mad cuz I don't kiss niggas ass (bitches) I'm too busy bein' a real nigga So if you fuck wit me you can fuck around and get killed nigga The truth is Mr. Dollars is the real deal Hell I'm the mutha fucker made county bail (yeah) And I'm strictly for the Thug cuz I'm showin off and I'm quick to straight fuck a nigga (what) Huh, pussy nigga, what For my mutha fuckin' thugs <i>[Chorus repeat till end]</i> |
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from Trick Daddy - Thug Matrimony: Married To The Streets (2004)
<i>[Intro]</i>
form the south to the bottom, it's the brand new trick (M.I.A., down south, yo yo college park) and if u never been down south before we bout to show yall how we ridin (get up, get up) so where ever u from (yea) (let's lets go) <i>[Chorus:]</i> be like down south show a lil change for the gurls in the club that be shakin that thang and the got the young playas comin up wanna run things yall see them gurls when they in them g-strangs now everybody wanna be down wit da south (now everybody wanna be down wit da south) now everybody tryin 2 get down wit da south (now everybody tryin 2 get down wit da south) cuz in the club, (in the club) all them gurls that be shakin in the club in da club, (in the club) all the thugs they be playin in the club (ooooooooooh) <i>[Trick Daddy:]</i> yo I'm from the state where the sun shine where the women are pretty and they so fine where the dudes are rude but they so cool listen, good weather is better for a good fella and every ride will probably be on 22's or 24's on T-0's and you know like I know, we gon represent it everywhere we go and every time we drop hits, for hittin' everything we spit it gots to be the shit so gimme a fresh white tee a pair of preist jeans and some j's yall never seen man I cant help but win on heavy rotation on all of your stations down south takin over all of the charts we jus got started and will not stop <i>[chorus]</i> <i>[Trina:]</i> You aint never seen a big ol' ass like this and you aint never gon run across a badder bitch Im Ms Trina, miami's finest and you can ask your man who has the flyest playas who millionares try to buy this and I aint got shit to hide I like to squat and ride go front and back, side to side bend me over show me what you holdin and oh shit, now give it to me, gimme that big ol' dick first suck me up, and then buck me up go deeper, deeper, beat me, beat me, lets make a sequel for the naked people your whole click against my click now shake that ass, shake that ass shake that ass and make your baby daddy mad <i>[chorus]</i> <i>[Ying Yang Twins:]</i> Kaine here we come to fuck the whole floor ying yang twins kickin in your door scat like a rat when a cat comin out the house dir-ty south D-Roc my bad we done did it again trick daddy and the ying yang twins if you dont know, let me fill you in I hope you know we in it to win you didnt know we the super friends we done did another song again so i just know its on again we fonna put a joint to win yall gonna get rolled over like a bulldozer I hope you know the game over dade county the fullgest county we still run these god damn streets I dont think ima change in 10 years ima be doin the same damn thang Kaine nigga fuck hoes nigga do shows nigga get in trouble uh oh will i smoke if it aint dro hell no playa so fuck no <i>[chorus]</i> <i>[Trina:]</i> now shake that ass, shake that ass, shake that ass and make your baby daddy mad, now shake that ass, shake that ass, shake that ass and make your baby daddy mad, now shake that ass and make your baby daddy mad, shake that ass and make your baby daddy mad, now shake that ass and make your baby daddy mad, shake that ass and make your baby daddy mad |
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from Trick Daddy - Back By Thug Demand (2006)
(feat. Young Buck)
[Trick Daddy:] Our father who art in heaven Hallowed thy be thy name, thy kingdom come All our G's would've been gone (would've been done) If it wouldn't for thug holiday (ahh man) [Verse 1: Trick] In this life I live, I done see niggaz deal Seen niggaz steal and done seen niggaz kill And them same niggaz there, them be the main ones that tell There's a lotta tension in the air, so nigga easy on them pills I rather be the bitch that's squeezing than the nigga that's bleeding See I'ma drink my liquor and I'ma smoke my weed And I'ma stay far away from y'all buster motherfuckers Y'all sucker motherfuckers, man fuck you motherfuckers I'm being convicted of a thug living and drug dealing Been a two time convicted felon ever since I was a lil' nigga My first words was curse words, shit, the first bid I did I was just a lil' kid And I was raised by pimps, hoes and mobsters Taught the game by dope boys and robbers I ran the steets with goons, I broke the rules with fools I used to take my motherfucking tool to school [Chorus: Trick] See I been thuggin all my life, trying to live right, you ain't even got ask I got that Hen in my cup, smoke in my lungs, what you know about that You already know (straight up), You already know (straight up) You already know (straight up), You already know (straight up) You alread know (straight up), Straight up (straight up) [Verse 2: Buck] These feds crazy trying to take me down and book me Throw me on death row and do me like Big Tookie Got me running from them rookies and poppin at the seargent Tried to tell not to push me now look what you done started And you got these rap artists thats beefing on these songs But I really will kill so I'm leaving that alone I'm a grown ass man that ain't about playing Ten G's will get you killed, family will die for twenty grand Blow my nose with a Gucci rag smoking on a cuban You damn right I know they mad, cuz half of em' losing I slip a another clip into my A.K. Stay with Trick in M.I.A. when I come and get the yae See the Chevy got a stash spot I can fit a hundred in the back and just mash out Hope I make it home, it they catch me then I'm gone So we put it on the line Everyday we on the grind gotta hustle til' you shine [Chorus] [Verse 3: Trick] My blood line is a level above the thug line And according to the cat scan I ain't a ordinary man See I run off oil and I breathe off chronic I power up off money like a motherfucking bionic I travel through time with a military mind Strapped with a Russian A.K. and a German made nine And don't mad at the [?] they ain't the one trying to attack us It's slimy ass niggaz and red neck ass crackers Y'all better lower your weapons (lower your weapons) Before my niggaz get to steppin Cuz shit can get real crazy if it was a thug invasion Imagine a whole bunch of Cuban niggaz and Haitians Rebellion on your ass For the shit you did to us in the past See y'all [?] and even arrested fiends It took you fifteen years to close the ave It's going to be twenty more before they close the ? Now where my motherfucking twenty one soldiers at Now where my D Boy big gun toters at [Chorus] |
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from Trick Daddy - Back By Thug Demand (2006)
[Chorus: Trick Daddy]
Sittin high, still ridin dem big whips Still fly, still grindin, getting big checks Still thuggin, still leanin to the baaack, you can bet that You can bet that I ride I shine, nigga you can bet that I smoke, I drank boy you can bet that 22's, 24's all we roll... I'm a dunk rider fa' sho [Verse 1] Everyday me and my dog we wylin 7-Tre 7-5 dope ridin' And we ain't trippin' on nothin', just vibin' Big 9 with me 'cuz a fuck nigga tried me They already know, how I let him go Kill his ass and make sho' at his funeral How the hell a O.B. gon' try me? I'm O.G. on and off TV, see Middle fingers in the air, tell 'em fuck yall Tryin to hate on my dawgs, hell fuck nah Why you hatin on a nigga like that Why you tryin' to stab a nigga in his back I know some niggaz don't like this But them niggaz is the reason I'm like this Fuck niggaz done made me mad I'm 'bout to snap 'n' put this K on his ass [Chorus] [Verse 2: Chamillionaire] Hey I pull up Bentleys, lookin like they not annoyed Trunk popped up lookin like a Tonka Toy If you dont like it you know can get that Almond Joy (What?) Deez nuts nigga, wuddup Trick, I got ya boy I'm clickin' over, lemme tell her I got another call Ridin' wit my trunk popped up like I'm "Above The Law" Tires wet and nigga they still drippin' Armor-All Tell me you gon' fall, and I ain't got to use the arm at all Bet Daddy finna Trick 'em, finna flip the paper Chamillinator, me and Trick we finna shred a hater Tip the dinner waiter Trick 'em like we finna date her Get off ya sleeves let 'em breathe like a ventilator Hey, what can I say me and the King Of M.I.A Finna, (Hey) finna touch ya niggaz and ya finna pay Stay wit it hey you we aint finna play Snatch ya off the wheels and you can watch ya rims spin away [Chorus] [Verse 3: Trick Daddy & (Goldru$h) - {both}] (In the club wit my dogs we wylin' Two straight coup grey dome ridin) Look at cha boy go so many hoes Look in his mouf he got so many gold (Im sippin and I'm goin' Whole click, that's how we rollin') Stay fly, stay right if ya didn't know (And that's everywhere that we go) All I wanna do is Drive my Chevy through years And let 'em sweat the candy paint Aint it right?, ain't it tight?, ain't it nice?, yes Niggaz like, "Who painted that?" Candy apple green, lookin mean anywhere Tweety seat with the digital dash And a swat just right in the ass {They wanna know what I got in here I got shit when it hit betta run 'em up outta here} They ain't neva heard nuthin like that And they ain't even turned the bass up yet {I love aggressive music I smoke, I listen to it} I drank so much, sometimes I think I need to quit but I can't do it [Chorus] |
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from Trick Daddy - Back By Thug Demand (2006)
(Chorus)
Tuck, tuck that, tuck, tuck that, tuck, tuck that, tuck, tuck that, tuck, tuck that, ice in You aint, you aint, iced out Tuck, tuck that ice in I shine like a lighthouse Tuck, tuck that ice in, you ain't, you ain't iced Lights on, lights off I shine like a lighthouse tuck, tuck that, ice in You aint, you aint, iced out Tuck, tuck that ice in I shine like a lighthouse Tuck, tuck that ice in, you ain't, you ain't iced Lights on, lights off I shine like a lighthouse (TRICK DADDY) My shit is platinum, these assholes wearin' white gold See I'm to smart for this cause, all my shit paid for And why should I rent a house, when I can huy it and write it off Make it my Florida home for the summer, round winter time just rent it out See I ain't none of them, who ride around on rented rims Change on the weekend, and floss in him mama's Benz See when I hit the scene, I be so fresh so clean White fitted, white tee, ain't nan nigga like me What kind of shit you on, wearin' f**kin' rhinestones Them cubic zirconia son, Them ain't f**kin' diamonds, So you gonna f**k around, and get gangrene at the arm Who'd rob and kill one, over some mother-f**kin' slum Your chain is crazy, that shit for gazey and it ain't real, unless its copper or stainless steel So whoever made it... you shouldn't have paid it Twenty grand for a watch thats f**kin' gold plated! (Chorus) (BABY) 16 out the house, 17 gold mouth, 18 on the block, Nigga got them thangs out, Birdman stunna, nigga we don't sit in jail Real n(Chorus) Tuck, tuck that, tuck, tuck that, tuck, tuck that, tuck, tuck that, tuck, tuck that, ice in You aint, you aint, iced out Tuck, tuck that ice in I shine like a lighthouse Tuck, tuck that ice in, you ain't, you ain't iced Lights on, lights off I shine like a lighthouse tuck, tuck that, ice in You aint, you aint, iced out Tuck, tuck that ice in I shine like a lighthouse Tuck, tuck that ice in, you ain't, you ain't iced Lights on, lights off I shine like a lighthouse (TRICK DADDY) My shit is platinum, these assholes wearin' white gold See I'm to smart for this cause, all my shit paid for And why should I rent a house, when I can huy it and write it off Make it my Florida home for the summer, round winter time just rent it out See I ain't none of them, who ride around on rented rims Change on the weekend, and floss in him mama's Benz See when I hit the scene, I be so fresh so clean White fitted, white tee, ain't nan nigga like me What kind of shit you on, wearin' f**kin' rhinestones Them cubic zirconia son, Them ain't f**kin' diamonds, So you gonna f**k around, and get gangrene at the arm Who'd rob and kill one, over some mother-f**kin' slum Your chain is crazy, that shit for gazey and it ain't real, unless its copper or stainless steel So whoever made it... you shouldn't have paid it Twenty grand for a watch thats f**kin' gold plated! (Chorus) (BABY) 16 out the house, 17 gold mouth, 18 on the block, Nigga got them thangs out, Birdman stunna, nigga we don't sit in jail Real nigga's do real thangs, you know we make bail Trick hit me on the cell, know I gotta make a sale Found myself in Dade County, Nigga's movin' pounds of bail So fresh,so bright with the ice, Nigga you could loose your life playing with the bright lights! Yea, Cali got my back, I'm strapped nigga and prephase, doin' it big, poppin' bottles, N*** the g-way Black handles, black ice, we'll get it right for a cheap price nigga that cutter'll get your mind right, M.O.B. to a bitch, made my hood rich Quick cash, young money, it's that uptown shit, ballin'one them bitches, shock callin' on them bitches, Two million on some ice and some cars on them bitches (Chorus) (TRICK DADDY) They asked the kid the difference between mine and his, See my shit blindin' his shit don't shine, cause that shit ain't real His gemstones, they fruity pebbles, just like Flinstones, and he had his "Roley" on, but I ain't even notice his arm, but his diamonds cloudy, and he ain't shiny, and I heard his shit "Tick Tick Tickin'" Oh man, this nigga trippin! See we poppin' bottles and smokin bugga, actin' cocky Big thangs with fat pockets, wearing seventy-thousand dollar watches My overseas friends, are breakin' thangs in, Invest in a smaller hit town, shakin', bakin'and breakin' it down We gettin' top dollar, cause we got that top powder Hoes slob on our johnson, cause johnson got that best powder We call a grand a dollar, we gettin' money holla Rollin' hard with five fives, real f**king street ballers I did five trucks since the first quarter, I'm on the right path at this rate, I'll be sellin' slabs by the halfs (Chorus) (Chorus) Tuck, tuck that, tuck, tuck that, tuck, tuck that, tuck, tuck that, tuck, tuck that, ice in You aint, you aint, iced out Tuck, tuck that ice in I shine like a lighthouse Tuck, tuck that ice in, you ain't, you ain't iced Lights on, lights off I shine like a lighthouse tuck, tuck that, ice in You aint, you aint, iced out Tuck, tuck that ice in I shine like a lighthouse Tuck, tuck that ice in, you ain't, you ain't iced Lights on, lights off I shine like a lighthouse (TRICK DADDY) My shit is platinum, these assholes wearin' white gold See I'm to smart for this cause, all my shit paid for And why should I rent a house, when I can huy it and write it off Make it my Florida home for the summer, round winter time just rent it out See I ain't none of them, who ride around on rented rims Change on the weekend, and floss in him mama's Benz See when I hit the scene, I be so fresh so clean White fitted, white tee, ain't nan nigga like me What kind of shit you on, wearin' f**kin' rhinestones Them cubic zirconia son, Them ain't f**kin' diamonds, So you gonna f**k around, and get gangrene at the arm Who'd rob and kill one, over some mother-f**kin' slum Your chain is crazy, that shit for gazey and it ain't real, unless its copper or stainless steel So whoever made it... you shouldn't have paid it Twenty grand for a watch thats f**kin' gold plated! (Chorus) (BABY) 16 out the house, 17 gold mouth, 18 on the block, Nigga got them thangs out, Birdman stunna, nigga we don't sit in jail Real nigga's do real thangs, you know we make bail Trick hit me on the cell, know I gotta make a sale Found myself in Dade County, Nigga's movin' pounds of bail So fresh,so bright with the ice, Nigga you could loose your life playing with the bright lights! Yea, Cali got my back, I'm strapped nigga and prephase, doin' it big, poppin' bottles, Nigga the g-way Black handles, black ice, we'll get it right for a cheap price nigga that cutter'll get your mind right, M.O.B. to a bitch, made my hood rich Quick cash, young money, it's that uptown shit, ballin'one them bitches, shock callin' on them bitches, Two million on some ice and some cars on them bitches (Chorus) (TRICK DADDY) They asked the kid the difference between mine and his, See my shit blindin' his shit don't shine, cause that shit ain't real His gemstones, they fruity pebbles, just like Flinstones, and he had his "Roley" on, but I ain't even notice his arm, but his diamonds cloudy, and he ain't shiny, and I heard his shit "Tick Tick Tickin'" Oh man, this nigga trippin! See we poppin' bottles and smokin bugga, actin' cocky Big thangs with fat pockets, wearing seventy-thousand dollar watches My overseas friends, are breakin' thangs in, Invest in a smaller hit town, shakin', bakin'and breakin' it down We gettin' top dollar, cause we got that top powder Hoes slob on our johnson, cause johnson got that best powder We call a grand a dollar, we gettin' money holla Rollin' hard with five fives, real f**king street ballers I did five trucks since the first quarter, I'm on the right path at this rate, I'll be sellin' slabs by the halfs (Chorus) Nigga's do real thangs, you know we make bail Trick hit me on the cell, know I gotta make a sale Found myself in Dane County, Nigga's movin' pounds of bail So fresh,so bright with the ice, Nigga you could loose your life playing with the bright lights! Yea, Cali got my back, I'm strapped nigga and prephase, doin' it big, poppin' bottles, N*** the g-way Black handles, black ice, we'll get it right for a cheap price nigga that cutter'll get your mind right, M.O.B. to a bitch, made my hood rich Quick cash, young money, it's that uptown shit, ballin'one them bitches, shock callin' on them bitches, Two million on some ice and some cars on them bitches (Chorus) (TRICK DADDY) They asked the kid the difference between mine and his, See my shit blindin' his shit don't shine, cause that shit ain't real His gemstones, they fruity pebbles, just like Flinstones, and he had his "Roley" on, but I ain't even notice his arm, but his diamonds cloudy, and he ain't shiny, and I heard his shit "Tick Tick Tickin'" Oh man, this nigga trippin! See we poppin' bottles and smokin bugga, actin' cocky Big thangs with fat pockets, wearing seventy-thousand dollar watches My overseas friends, are breakin' thangs in, Invest in a smaller hit town, shakin', bakin'and breakin' it down We gettin' top dollar, cause we got that top powder Hoes slob on our johnson, cause johnson got that best powder We call a grand a dollar, we gettin' money holla Rollin' hard with five fives, real f**king street ballers I did five trucks since the first quarter, I'm on the right path at this rate, I'll be sellin' slabs by the halfs (Chorus) |
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