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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)
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 Ying Yang Twins - Me & My Brother (2003)
(Intro) (Airplane taking off in background)
Miiiaaammmmiiii... (echo) Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey (Hook) BOOM!! it's on, bitch nigga we'll rock yo' Dome BOOM!! bitch what's happnin'? (WHAT?!) BOOM!! bitch what's happnin'? (WHAT?!) BOOM!! it's on, bitch nigga we'll rock yo' Dome BOOM!! bitch what's happnin'? (WHAT?!) BOOM!! bitch what's happnin'? (AIGHT YEP!) (Verse One - Trick Daddy) Half step pussy ass nigga Why you lookin' at a nigga like you wanna run one wit' me? I got my big gun wit' me don't feel like doofin' I feel like shootin' FOOL! And I don't like your atitude You do shit that dem hoes on a rag'll do Ol' faggot, you better watch your mouth Fo' I be in front yo' house, when yo' ass come out Ol' bitch ass, hold another nigga dick ass, BITCH ASS, NIGGA! Keep lookin' at a nigga like you gonna tell somethin' I'll f**k around and, kill ya! So now that you set you ready, YO! If this shit get silly I'm lettin' it go First scrito in the front seat You ever come my way, it's gon' be gunplay HEEEYYY.. I ride wit' the AK, get high and spit five out the AK Ok, let a nigga play and watch T-Double-D knock ya ass of the free seat All my Dade County Chevy boys, who drive candy toys and tolt guns galore And treat the Hummer like a Tonka toy Got shit you niggaz ain't seen before (Hook) BOOM!! it's on, bitch nigga we'll rock yo' Dome BOOM!! bitch what's happnin'? (WHAT?!) BOOM!! bitch what's happnin'? (WHAT?!) BOOM!! it's on, bitch nigga we'll rock yo' Dome BOOM!! bitch what's happnin'? (WHAT?!) BOOM!! bitch what's happnin'? (AIGHT YEP!) (Verse Two) Ying Yang and the T-Double-D We, in this motherf**ker crunk in this motherf**ker Atlanta niggaz wit' a Miami boy And I still like to play wit' my Tonka toy I'm a Toys R Us kid, yes I is You can't be serious, yes I is You think I'm playin' than ask my brother You still don't believe me than ask my mother Because I love my gun, I play wit' my gun Have fun wit' my gun, have sex wit' my gun And I don't put the motherf**ker out for fun 'Cause I ain't funna' get ya ass tryin' to run I'ma bust one time, bust two times And the third time yo' ass is mine Go down for the count, "He can't get up!" DAMN! he fallen and he can't get up! (Hook) BOOM!! it's on, bitch nigga we'll rock yo' Dome BOOM!! bitch what's happnin'? (WHAT?!) BOOM!! bitch what's happnin'? (WHAT?!) BOOM!! it's on, bitch nigga we'll rock yo' Dome BOOM!! bitch what's happnin'? (WHAT?!) BOOM!! bitch what's happnin'? (AIGHT YEP!) (Verse Three) You a soft mo'f**ka, kind of gay mo'f**ka If you mad 'cause you like you never had mo'f**ka F**k yo' ass mo'f**ka, that's the past mo'f**ka And I know the fact make ya mad mo'f**ka It iiiss.. what I thought nigga think it ain't For reeeaall... Ying Yang and we off the chain Wit the T-Double-D, we bolo F**K hoes niggaz ride by my Dolo Get the keys to my car, and I jump in Hit the Liquor store, buy my Cigars and 'gen Get drunk and I'm off in the wind Lookin' for a itty bitty pretty that could hold a sin (Bridge) We smokin', and ridin' Don't tell nobody be quiet Might cut it lil' butt it Can't let this shit get ugly (Hook) BOOM!! it's on, bitch nigga we'll rock yo' Dome BOOM!! bitch what's happnin'? (WHAT?!) BOOM!! bitch what's happnin'? (WHAT?!) BOOM!! it's on, bitch nigga we'll rock yo' Dome BOOM!! bitch what's happnin'? (WHAT?!) BOOM!! bitch what's happnin'? (WHAT?!) (Outro) Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey Oh my god, from the south to the bottom Trick Daddy Dollaz, Ying Yang Twins, Beat N Azz Collipark Music Incorperated This that next level right here, it's that crunk party All these niggaz doin' crunk music, we crunk party nigga Be original wit' it, Hey man who really run the south? |
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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>[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 - 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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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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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>[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 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)
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 [Clean Version] [single] (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 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)
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>[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>[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>[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>[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 - 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)
(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 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 Trick Daddy - Back By Thug Demand (2006)
Trick Daddy Dollars
8 Ball Trey Songz We High Good evening ladies and gentlemen This is your captain speaking to ya I would like to welcome ya’ll aboard my flight A flight that is promised to take you high Way high up in the sky So get out your blunts Your dutchmasters And your backwoods And I’ll turn your seatbelt signs off (Verse 1) I only smoke the best bud Jamaica and Bahamas got the best serve yes sir I can smoke toke after toke won’t give the triple choke And it won’t hurt my throat Nope C****y eyed just riding and vibing On that real fire Be high for two or three hours And I’m cool wit A.I. But hey I ain’t too much into phillies But split a dutch and I’ll refill it And ain’t friendly so nope you can’t hit it Good trees your collard greens full of r****r seeds You use too many chemicals To much added stuff fool That ain’t real kush One joint of that G-14 Will have you higher than your highest dreams Just float-ing Not knowing if your coming or going But when its partly cloudy Get prepared for the storm and get high (Chorus) Roll up and feel the vibe Lay back enjoy the ride (enjoy the ride) Inhale (inhale) deep inside Exhale (exhale) we so high X2 (Bridge) In a short while We’ll get our lovely lovely lovely stewardess comin through With snacks and drinks If anybody got cotton mouth or the munchies (so high) (deep inside) (we so high) So ya’ll keep smoking that good good(deep inside) Have you flyin home (we so high) high in the sky (lay back enjoy the ride) (Chorus) (Verse 2) Roll up a cigarillo Fire it up and hit it It feels so good man It’s hard for me to quit it MIA land of the palm trees T double D came through with the bomb trees And when a n***a inhale this Gotta put my shades on Get behind tint In the clouds Lookin down on the ground 8 ball big, black, player from the mound remember when I used to have them dime sacs little circle by my house was the w**d trap now my ziplock be full of bubble kush funky like a broad b**hwhen she on d****e fruit cocktail you could tell by the smell burn one let the whole club know I’m here (Hey) lets fly tonight come with your boy and get high tonight (Bridge) Feel the vibe Ain’t nothing like being able to smoke some ol’ good good (Deep inside) and be way up here in the air (we so high) away from all the troubles (feel the vibe) problems that’s going on down there (Deep inside) in the real worldoh it feels good don’t it (We so high) (Chorus) (Verse 3) the only people I know who don’t smoke is Jesus CO and my last P.O. Yo but I ain’t on no papers no more I ain’t gotta creep and sneak at least not to blow I spent my first two years getting high Smoking dollar joints rolled outta 1.5 That was round ’84 ‘85 Smoke all week for the dime A n***a that live Visine ain’t help clear up my eyes Spray cologne on when it was time for me to go home I been doin this for 20 years I ain’t never seen or heard one man that weed done killed So just chill Take a puff here or there To bring you a little down off your heels After that go and eat you a meal But you gon have to bathe you’re a** to get that smell out your hair (Chorus) (Outro) Signing off yours truly It’s the booger man himself Well I can take you all across the world Everywhere but the electric chair Finna let you see everything But the wind But then again You’ll never get high like this again |
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from Trick Daddy - Back By Thug Demand (2006)
Trick Daddy Dollars
8 Ball Trey Songz We High Good evening ladies and gentlemen This is your captain speaking to ya I would like to welcome ya’ll aboard my flight A flight that is promised to take you high Way high up in the sky So get out your blunts Your dutchmasters And your backwoods And I’ll turn your seatbelt signs off (Verse 1) I only smoke the best bud Jamaica and Bahamas got the best serve yes sir I can smoke toke after toke won’t give the triple choke And it won’t hurt my throat Nope C****y eyed just riding and vibing On that real fire Be high for two or three hours And I’m cool wit A.I. But hey I ain’t too much into phillies But split a dutch and I’ll refill it And ain’t friendly so nope you can’t hit it Good trees your collard greens full of r****r seeds You use too many chemicals To much added stuff fool That ain’t real kush One joint of that G-14 Will have you higher than your highest dreams Just float-ing Not knowing if your coming or going But when its partly cloudy Get prepared for the storm and get high (Chorus) Roll up and feel the vibe Lay back enjoy the ride (enjoy the ride) Inhale (inhale) deep inside Exhale (exhale) we so high X2 (Bridge) In a short while We’ll get our lovely lovely lovely stewardess comin through With snacks and drinks If anybody got cotton mouth or the munchies (so high) (deep inside) (we so high) So ya’ll keep smoking that good good(deep inside) Have you flyin home (we so high) high in the sky (lay back enjoy the ride) (Chorus) (Verse 2) Roll up a cigarillo Fire it up and hit it It feels so good man It’s hard for me to quit it MIA land of the palm trees T double D came through with the bomb trees And when a n***a inhale this Gotta put my shades on Get behind tint In the clouds Lookin down on the ground 8 ball big, black, player from the mound remember when I used to have them dime sacs little circle by my house was the w**d trap now my ziplock be full of bubble kush funky like a broad b**hwhen she on d****e fruit cocktail you could tell by the smell burn one let the whole club know I’m here (Hey) lets fly tonight come with your boy and get high tonight (Bridge) Feel the vibe Ain’t nothing like being able to smoke some ol’ good good (Deep inside) and be way up here in the air (we so high) away from all the troubles (feel the vibe) problems that’s going on down there (Deep inside) in the real worldoh it feels good don’t it (We so high) (Chorus) (Verse 3) the only people I know who don’t smoke is Jesus CO and my last P.O. Yo but I ain’t on no papers no more I ain’t gotta creep and sneak at least not to blow I spent my first two years getting high Smoking dollar joints rolled outta 1.5 That was round ’84 ‘85 Smoke all week for the dime A n***a that live Visine ain’t help clear up my eyes Spray cologne on when it was time for me to go home I been doin this for 20 years I ain’t never seen or heard one man that weed done killed So just chill Take a puff here or there To bring you a little down off your heels After that go and eat you a meal But you gon have to bathe you’re a** to get that smell out your hair (Chorus) (Outro) Signing off yours truly It’s the booger man himself Well I can take you all across the world Everywhere but the electric chair Finna let you see everything But the wind But then again You’ll never get high like this again |
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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)
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 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 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)
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 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)
`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)
`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)
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)
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)
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)
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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