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from Mariah Carey - Shake It Off [single] (2005)
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I gotta shake it off Cause the loving ain't the same And you keep on playing games Like you know I'm here to stay I gotta shake it off Just like the Calgon commercial I really gotta get up outta here And go somewhere I gotta shake it off Gotta make that move Find somebody who Appreciates all the love I give Boy I gotta shake it off Gotta do what's best for me Baby and that means I gotta shake it off By the time you get this message It's gonna be too late So don't bother paging me 'Cause I'll be on my way See, I grabbed all my diamonds and clothes Just ask your momma she knows You're gonna miss me baby Hate to say I told you so Well at first I didn't know But now it's clear to me You would cheat with all your freaks And lie compulsively So I packed up my Louie Vuitton Jumped in your ride and took off You'll never ever find a girl Who loves you more than me [Chorus] I gotta shake it off Cause the loving ain't the same And you keep on playing games Like you know I'm here to stay I gotta shake it off Just like the Calgon commercial I really gotta get up outta here And go somewhere I gotta shake it off Gotta make that move Find somebody who Appreciates all the love I give Boy I gotta shake it off Gotta do what's best for me Baby and that means I gotta shake it off [Bridge] I gotta shake, shake, shake, shake, shake it Off... I found out about a gang Of your dirty little deeds With this one and that one By the pool, on the beach, in the streets Heard y'all was Hold up my phone's breakin' up I'ma hang up and call the machine right back I gotta get this off of my mind You wasn't worth my time So I'm leaving you behind Cause I need a real love in my life Save this recording because I'm never coming back home Baby I'm gone Don't cha know [Chorus] I gotta shake it off Cause the loving ain't the same And you keep on playing games Like you know I'm here to stay I gotta shake it off Just like the Calgon commercial I really gotta get up outta here And go somewhere I gotta shake it off Gotta make that move Find somebody who Appreciated all the love I give Boy I gotta shake it off Gotta do what's best for me Baby and that means I gotta shake it off [Bridge] [Chorus] [Bridge] |
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from Young Jeezy - Let's Get It: Thug Motivation 101 (2005)
I went from old school Chevy's to drop top porches
You couldn't walk a mile off in my Air Forces And you ain't seen what I've seen I can get a 100,000 in these Sean John jeans I went from old school Chevy's to drop top porches And you ain't did what I did If you from where I'm from you gotta get how you live Everybody already know jeezy real street nigga Every time you see me all around street niggaz I hope you got yours I keep mine In the club blowing dro throwing up gang signs And you already know dog 745 back to back me and O dog These other niggaz is jokers What they rein up wit I spent it up all the strokers In one night eight bitches sipped bottles of cris Forty grand sit back so you can glance my wrist Keep bread so we carry dem toaster But keep back though my earrings ferocious It's not just my imagination I'm the one in the topic in yo conversation Jack boyz say they gon rob But on the real fuck niggaz y'all don't want these problems <i>[Chorus]</i> Black tees, black ones, and a fitted cap The Mack 11 make me walk wit a crazy dap Y'all say we country niggaz yee-haw The money comin back and forth like a seesaw And y'all ain't never seen what we saw Stacks of twenty dollar bills, bricks, or white rolls What they got Lil Pha we don't care bout shit Ludacris how they ride out twenty wit dem bricks Shit I spit it for y'all On the real my niggaz shit I spit it for y'all Who gives a fuck about friends? If you mix the baking soda wit it you can get a Benz While y'all robbing and boosting I'm standing over the stove like the chef in Houston And it's not about the flip mane Want the real bread it's all about your whip game <i>[Chorus]</i> |
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from Young Jeezy - Let's Get It: Thug Motivation 101 (2005)
First I'm going to stack my flow
Then I'm going to stack some more Close shop then I do my count Hide the rest of the yams at my auntie house Get fresh and jump in one of them cars Hit the club and get one of them broads It's a wrap we on the way to the house By 3:45 I'll be kicking her out Patty cake patty cake microwave These suckas make a square, god damn I'm paid I'm so cool but I'm so hot and I'm so fly and you is so not Show me what your working with, just like that Turn around, bend over, bring it back Snowman and Mannie Fresh bring it back So Mannie Fresh and Snowman, it's a rap Wrap it up in the club, ya I'm so crazy These other rappers actors like Patrick Swayze I try to tell them but these niggas aint hear me Mossberg pump, i'm riding shotgun literally Live from the projects, you know what it is Hey Snowman can I get an adlib Get the club crunk, cant take that from me A drop ya, still got a lil jon money First I'm going to stack my flow Then I'm going to stack some more Close shop then I do my count Hide the rest of the yams at my auntie house Get fresh and jump in one of them cars Hit the club and get one of them broads It's a wrap on the way to the house By 3:45 I'll be kicking her out I see you lookin, what you looking at Catch Snowman in the kitchen with his cooking ass I'm so clean but I'm so grimey So dirty but yet I'm so shiney My nigga, Kiki B told me me finish my meal Def jam 7 figures we can finish the deal Some say I lucked up I call it perfect timing Nigga, I can't lose the whole city's behind me First I'm going to stack my flow Then I'm going to stack some more Close shop then I do my count Hide the rest of the yams at my auntie house Get fresh and jump in one of them cars Hit the club and get one of them broads It's a wrap on the way to the house By 3:45 I'll be kicking her out I got million dollar dreams and federal nightmares We pop chris my niggas and still drink beer What did you expect man I came from nothing Real street niggas wouldnt change for nothing Got my nigga out the hood, it's such a wonderful feeling Three car garage with the twelve foot ceilings It ought to be a crime just to feel this good I swear it ought to be a crime just to be in this hood First I'm going to stack my flow Then I'm going to stack some more Close shop then I do my count Hide the rest of the yams at my auntie house Get fresh and jump in one of them cars Hit the club and get one of them broads It's a wrap on the way to the house My 345 I be king of the house |
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from Young Jeezy - Let's Get It: Thug Motivation 101 (2005)
[Chorus]
Hit 'em up, peace up, A-town down Hit 'em up, peace up, A-town down Hit 'em up, peace up, A-town down If you ain't from round here dog don't even come around Twist ya fingers up bang motherfucker bang Throw ya hoods up bang motherfucker bang Eastside! (Hit 'em up bang motherfucker bang) Westside! (Hit 'em up, bang motherfucker bang) Do ya thug thing gon' get 'em up Represent ya side nigga hit 'em up Disrespect we gon' take it there We 30 deep lil nigga we ain't fighting fair You better holla at ya partners Before we catch them outside and hit they ass wit dem choppers The .45 make my pants sag Catch me bouncing through the club wit my black flag You don't like it do something nigga Where I'm from if we don't like it we do something nigga And you know we gon' ride homes Stomped a nigga ass out until they turn the lights on [Chorus] Me and Jeezy on the back street Choppers in the back seat What we fin to do the questions yean even gotta ask me Desert in my lap and skullcap and a black tee Looking for the niggas that say they fin to attack me Turn the music down low and let the 'llac creep Fuck the police I give a damn if they catch me Wait a minute that's that nigga looking at me Let off 50 shots you niggas ran like a track meet I know my partners would have did the job for a flat fee But seeing dem niggas bleed is the only thing that's gon' relax me I'm hands on nigga damn what you say All them games that you play don't stand a chance in the A nigga [Chorus] Roll up on yo block All the bullshit stops Man hoe know that I'm the prince so that ass gon' drop I was born in the A with things in the way Smoke weed everyday Zone 3 where I stay Yeah I think I'm the shit cause I got an SS But the shit a old folk so you can receive the letter I'm the best of the best And the freshest of the fresh Gotta pistol black out wit an Atlanta Hawk vest Gotta lifetime of trouble and my brain still nervous I don't rep the A by mistake I do the shit on purpose Do it how it's worth it rim and the cars swerving It ain't nothing but Lil Scrappy and g's up to start murkinin' ya [Chorus] |
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from Young Jeezy - Let's Get It: Thug Motivation 101 (2005)
hey hey yeah told yall niggas i was gone keep it street nigga thug motivation 101 man lets get it chorus its young jizzle from the bottom of the map gotta 50 round clip on the bottom of the strap(heeey) i do it for the trap its wit the the the rocks and og niggas wit the the the blocks(heeey) verse 1 im strapped up,im iced out a nigga play,his light out cost a cool quartermillion, thats how youll find me swirvin through traffic wit them goons behind me better call ya crew,you gon need help whole car strapped,and i aint talkin seatbelts red cross nigga,yeah we draw blood whole team got choppers like a bike club and i dont get mad,i just get money and laugh at these fuck niggas cuz they so so funny all a gangsta do is stay fresh 45 wit that gucci teflon vest chorus(1x) verse 2 im on fire,the kid s out of control competition want me to stop,drop and roll like i had a flame thrower and some gasoline set the city on fire,thats on erything i walk around around like i gotta grip in my pants yeah that s about 10 stacks halfa brick in my pants fishscale got poppy on speed dial ya niggas gettin raped ya still get oral based my flow is bannanas the coupe is grape evesle jeans wit the bape and apes desert on the pillow choppers by the nightstand go head roll the dice play wit ya life man chorus(1x) verse 3 all the tough talk ya just waistin ya breathe hit ya ass wit them things have you chasin ya breathe ya got loose lips ya better put a collar on em black chanelle frames i spent a couple dollars on em whole zip of kush just to get my mind right gresham road see the warren get my sound right my money come fast so thats how i spend it trunk soundin like it got a marchin band in it you in the minor leahes and im a heavy weight flippin brick houses we call it realestate 5 thousand for the pound get ya curb service sell a lot of grass like i gotta lawn service chorus(1x) |
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from Young Jeezy - Let's Get It: Thug Motivation 101 (2005)
Shit man fuck
Drivers license and registration please Hey what's up sir um, look um Sir could you please step out the car Oh not a problem officer its all good I'm just know what I'm sayin' Comin' from droppin' ma lil' boy off at ma baby momma house Here go ma license right here Trunk full of yoda heated situation Flashlight in ma eyes he want ma registration (what) Should I stay should I run Got hard got soft got bills got guns (4real) Ma drivers license is revoked Just got done burnin' so I know he smell the smoke (damn) But never let em see you see sweat' Cause if he search ya trunk he might find the tec. Or a bag full of O's Wrapped in duck tape nigga between some dirty ass clothes. But I talk to him the right way he told me Slow it down and have a nice day. [Chorus] You can do ya thang shawty its okay To floss but its still one rule player don't get caught. 'cause everything you gain dog and everything you lost but its still one rule pimpin don't get caught. Fuck every hoe you hit dog and every hoe you toss 'cause its still one rule player don't get caught. You can ride clean shorty you ain't gotta walk But its still one rule player don't get caught Some niggas rob (what) some niggas slang (for real) Some niggas stack (naw) some niggas bang (chea) But I congratulate not playa Hate you in the streets pimpin make ya move get ya cake Fuck what you heard through the grapevine get outta line Nigga I'm a straighten mine. And I don't believe in wastin' time well catch them hoes later. Stay on ya grind (that's right) Gotta a low tolerance for ignorance (ignorance) You thinkin' pleasure I'm thinkin' business. The streets didn't raise no fool When you live by the code nigga its only one rule [Chorus] Got the phone call (call) had a funny feeling (feeling) Told him everything was cool and I was chillin' (chillin') We use to chill out and smoke blunts And I ain't seen him in a while maybe a couple months. Said he want to holla he seemed anxious. First thing on ma mind go and get tha strainers. Make his folks pay a ransom bout him. On that bullshit make a good example out him. This nigga hot he on fire (fire) I hope his ass ain't wearin' no wire naw dog he bullshittin' Said his partner set him up the nigga snitchin' [Chorus: x2] |
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from Young Jeezy - Let's Get It: Thug Motivation 101 (2005)
(Verse 1) I'm here now, you old news Got a couple porche trucks, couple old schools I line ya ass up, switch ya tape backwards Cuz i'm a real nigga, and i don't like rappers And that ain't this, and this ain't that And bitch I'm strapped. Fuck with real niggas that will cut your throat And they don't drink pepsi, they just sell coke. All i do is talk doe its like my brains on drugs You see me out nigga, i do my thing in clubs Listen up, Jeezy got a little riddle Stack of twenty dollar bills, two bands in the middle (Chorus) All the gangstas they gone ride to this they gone grind to this they gone shine to this this is gangsta music (Repeat 4 times) All the hustlas they gone ride to this they gone grind to this they gone shine to this this is hustla music (Repeat 4 times) (Verse 2) We don't talk on the phone cuz it might stick Got a play for the seven, call em mike vick Dirty birds nigga, we play with them falcons Know some niggas in the cater, that pay for them falcons Talking young hungry niggas, eat ya whole plate Jeezy place the order, niggas eat ya whole face You got me mis construed, all fucked up Jump out, hit the switch, light ya ass up. Carbon 1-5, with the hundred round drum Got plenty for any nigga, think he want some We don't leave em at the house, we bring em out My chain for ya life, we can swap em out (Chorus) (Verse 3) The hoes love my voice, make they pussy moist Certified G Shit, I'm the gangstas choice Niggas poppin off, I hope they bullet proof Leave holes in ya the size of a sun roof Mac 11 in the club, and the snub nose Swear to god, I knock you niggas out ya fucking clothes Lay ya ass flat, like a door mat Niggas askin for it, but they don't want that In the rap game, taking niggas clientelle White ones like the potta that i used to sell Give a fuck about a player hater Hit em with the tube, flush his whole radiator (Chorus) |
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from Young Jeezy - Let's Get It: Thug Motivation 101 (2005)
<i>[Young Jeezy]</i>
I'm the realest nigga in here you already know Got trapper of the year four times in a row (what they give you?) A lifetime supply of baking soda clientele A Rolly Watch, two pots and three scales Can get bout 50 and a Hummer The birds fly down south to Georgia for the summer Money, hoes, cars, clothes Coke prices up and down like six-fours Just cuz I'm fly like a helicopter The fed rallies on my tail call 'em bird watchers Minus the bullshit life's great Just got a camera in the peach in my license plate <i>[Chorus]</i> What it do? What the business is? Word on the street Jeezy known to handle his Bitch getcha mind right let me talk to 'em Bitch getcha mind right let me talk to 'em What it do? What the business is? Word on the street Jeezy known to handle his Bitch getcha mind right let me talk to 'em Bitch getcha mind right let me talk to 'em <i>[Young Jeezy]</i> It's not a trick question yeah I'm strapped bitch Also ripped nigga miss me wit that rap shit Rappin ass nigga better do numbers I ain't gotta rap I'ma do numbers A big shoot out on the highway Jeezy hangin out the coupe lettin' it ride sideways A straight g nigga don't tempt me I'll linger the whole clip til the shits empty Big stacks yeah I got that That's why I copped that cris by the six packs Got the feds lines ringin let a telephone Snitches want me locked up like Akon <i>[Chorus]</i> <i>[Young Jeezy]</i> Jeezy a rider, Jeezy a motherfuckin fool Don't approach him like that you and Jeezy ain't cool Jeezy a gangsta he rolls wit the real g's And if he's smokin best believe its real trees From L.A. Straight cush Presidential shit call it George bush Everyday is like a game call it fear factor Gotta trunk full of bricks like a contractor Seen niggaz leave here and they ain't comin back Left 'em slumped on the grain in his Cadillac Jimmy crack horn Jeezy flip O's I just stick to the script y'all niggaz hoes |
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from Young Jeezy - Let's Get It: Thug Motivation 101 (2005)
Guess who's bizzack
Still smell the blow on my clothes Like crispy cream I was cooking them o's Like horseshoes I was tossin them o's Time to re-up gotta recycle the flow I'm emotional I hug the block I'm so emotional I love my glock Cash rules everything around me So what's realer Bout the scriller so call me a ghost face killa Its kinda hard to be drug free When georgia power won't give a nigga lights free Switched hustles been killin' 'em ever since Been paid to tell the truth it only make sense [Chorus] When they play that new jeezy watch the dope boys go crazy And watch the dope boys go crazy I pop my collar then I swing my chain If you catch me in the club pimpin' doing my thing When they play that new jeezy watch the dope boys go crazy And watch the dope boys go crazy They pop my collar then they swing they chain All the gangstas in the street that be doin' they thing By 18 the hard way Now have a humble nigga thinkin' 'bout gun play Now who the fuck want to play with guns A lotta hoes a lotta blood dog That shit ain't fun So I suggest that you don't play with my chain Or I'll send these hollow's at you Let them play with ya brain The streets is watchin' The name is warm The products white A star is born Pimpin' I'm so fly I take this parachute off I might fall and die Wrap the work with spandex with the latex Then we ship it outta town Call it safe sex [Chorus] Uh, more than a hustla I'm the definition of it Master chef, lord of the kitchen cupboard More than a street legend, homey it's hova More than a relief pitcher, I'm the closer The Mariano of the Marriott, ah If money talks, the whole world's bout to hear me out See I'm a hustler's hope, I'm not his pipe dreams So when they speak of success, I'm what they might mean Attract money my worst color is light green My favorite hue is Jay-Z blue Don't follow me young'n, follow my moves, I'm not a role model A bad influence got the world drinkin gold bottles When puff was in that tub spillin mo' I was at my video, cris' on the speedboat In my lifetime nigga, go through your research St. Thomas my nigga, that was me first Chrome shoe'd the gs, I came feet first In the game like a baby boo on the breach birth I got the keys if you need work I can kingpin you a line, the diamond of time (uhh) My niggaz love it when I talk like this My corporate people start buggin cause I talk like this The corporate thugs is like, "Nah hov, talk that shit" The dope boys go crazy when they hear that boy jay-z See I'ma '80s baby, master School of hard knocks, everyday is college You ain't did nothin I ain't did, nigga pay homage Or pay the doctor, I sprayed lami's Still, the time'll reveal, you know I'm bein honest Ya ain't put my coat yet and I keep my shit in coat check They say the truth shall come to the light So everybody grab your chains cause your boy that bright [Chorus] |
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from Young Jeezy - Let's Get It: Thug Motivation 101 (2005)
Guess who's bizzack
Still smell the blow on my clothes Like crispy cream I was cooking them o's Like horseshoes I was tossin them o's Time to re-up gotta recycle the flow I'm emotional I hug the block I'm so emotional I love my glock Cash rules everything around me So what's realer Bout the scriller so call me a ghost face killa Its kinda hard to be drug free When georgia power won't give a nigga lights free Switched hustles been killin' 'em ever since Been paid to tell the truth it only make sense [Chorus] When they play that new jeezy watch the dope boys go crazy And watch the dope boys go crazy I pop my collar then I swing my chain If you catch me in the club pimpin' doing my thing When they play that new jeezy watch the dope boys go crazy And watch the dope boys go crazy They pop my collar then they swing they chain All the gangstas in the street that be doin' they thing By 18 the hard way Now have a humble nigga thinkin' 'bout gun play Now who the fuck want to play with guns A lotta hoes a lotta blood dog That shit ain't fun So I suggest that you don't play with my chain Or I'll send these hollow's at you Let them play with ya brain The streets is watchin' The name is warm The products white A star is born Pimpin' I'm so fly I take this parachute off I might fall and die Wrap the work with spandex with the latex Then we ship it outta town Call it safe sex [Chorus] Uh, more than a hustla I'm the definition of it Master chef, lord of the kitchen cupboard More than a street legend, homey it's hova More than a relief pitcher, I'm the closer The Mariano of the Marriott, ah If money talks, the whole world's bout to hear me out See I'm a hustler's hope, I'm not his pipe dreams So when they speak of success, I'm what they might mean Attract money my worst color is light green My favorite hue is Jay-Z blue Don't follow me young'n, follow my moves, I'm not a role model A bad influence got the world drinkin gold bottles When puff was in that tub spillin mo' I was at my video, cris' on the speedboat In my lifetime nigga, go through your research St. Thomas my nigga, that was me first Chrome shoe'd the gs, I came feet first In the game like a baby boo on the breach birth I got the keys if you need work I can kingpin you a line, the diamond of time (uhh) My niggaz love it when I talk like this My corporate people start buggin cause I talk like this The corporate thugs is like, "Nah hov, talk that shit" The dope boys go crazy when they hear that boy jay-z See I'ma '80s baby, master School of hard knocks, everyday is college You ain't did nothin I ain't did, nigga pay homage Or pay the doctor, I sprayed lami's Still, the time'll reveal, you know I'm bein honest Ya ain't put my coat yet and I keep my shit in coat check They say the truth shall come to the light So everybody grab your chains cause your boy that bright [Chorus] |
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from Young Jeezy - Let's Get It: Thug Motivation 101 (2005)
[Verse 1 - Young Jeezy]
Welcome to the life of a young thug nigga (yea) Only hang out wit' them criminals and drug dealers (ayyy) I'm from even where dead die (die) But try an' do it big like the kid from Bedstuy I see death around the corna and I ain't scared I got a carbon 15 and I'm fully prepared (that's right) Lord a mercy 20 rounds in a clip (yea) Outta line get 20 rounds in ya hip (ayyy) Shoot first and ask questions lata' (lata) The answer is it was all about the paper (yea) Everything the game is shit to lose And a new forty-five that I'm dyin' to use (yeahhhh) [Chorus - Ill Will] If ya real like me (like me) Throw ya hoods in the air so the whole wide world can see (ay) Last of a dying breed, last of a dying breed, last of a dying breed And if ya real like me (like me) Keep that thang on ya hip that's just the way that it's gotta be Last of a dying breed, last of a dying breed, last of a dying breed [Verse 2 - Young Buck] I done seen niggaz come and go Shit the whole world done seen what I done before We do anythang when the funds is low I'm the reason outta towners don't come no mo' Let me show you niggaz how to break down the whole thang My nigga B.G. know Buck been a birdman It's got to be in ya blood to be a thug If I ain't makin' enough I'ma jack my plug We was born in it Not sworn in it You can go against it or you can join wit' it Made my mark so the streets gon' remember me Now come and get it nigga Cashville Tennekee holla back [Chorus] [Verse 3 - Trick Daddy] Some of the dudes we thought was real O.G.'s was O.B's Cause they talked pleas and included G's like you and me The first step was going to set a trap So in a short period, they convinced the grand jury to allow a phone tap And if they listenin' Not once did they hear us mentioning Murder and a cocaine distributing Through all that was dividends comin' in I'm strict legit, and better yet we too smart for ya bullshit Callin all cars (callin all cars) Hit your brother along And tell 'em hurry up and come them niggaz got gunz Man down, shots fired, only fuck niggaz and cops died First stage of a riot And them fucks couldn't sneak by Oh you want to witness some shit Fine bitch, be quiet Because they only got what you tell 'em And only witness that they had, the bitch was layin' there dead Shot in the street all red, with two shots to his head Cause he was workin for the feds And the last informant, informed us They had it out for us For a bird that he got popped for So ride or die for him (ride or die for him) Better yet, you better kill 'em Cause I think he's gonna be the bitch to tell 'em And he probably done all ready told 'em But then again with out a witness them bitches ain't got shit [Chorus] |
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from Young Jeezy - Let's Get It: Thug Motivation 101 (2005)
Trying to get Boston George and Diego money
And stack it all up like Lego money Played with them blocks call it Tetris Real talk a hundred carats in my necklace Look up in the sky and tell me what you see The clouds naw nigga not me I see opportunity i'm a opportunist Nigga you heard what I said i'm a opportunist Soft to hard white to green All these free agents you better build your team I commentate the game like John Madden Cause I played in the game like John Madden <i>[Chorus:]</i> The world is yours and everything in it it's out there get on your grind and get it "ay" Hands in the air, "sky's the limit nigga" hands in the air "yeah" The world is yours and every bitch in it It's out there get on your grind and get it "ay" Hands in the air, "sky's the limit nigga" hands in the air "jeah" You can do anything you put your mind to, put your grind to Forgetful ass nigga must I remind you Men do what the want boys do what they can And it ain't no secret i'm a grown ass man With my hands on the Bible and I solemnly swear Leave the mall with more shoes than I can possibly wear Niggas still hating but they can kiss my ass Still get a hard on when I count that cash I give em the squares he give me the bag I give em the squares he give me the cash And that's what the fuck a call an even exchange And if there's anything extra you can keep the change <i>[Chorus:]</i> The world is yours and everything in it it's out there get on your grind and get it "ay" Hands in the air, "sky's the limit nigga" hands in the air "yeah" The world is yours and every bitch in it It's out there get on your grind and get it "ay" Hands in the air, "sky's the limit nigga" hands in the air "jeah" Grind sundown till it comes up again Stay down till we come up again It's all in the game the ups the downs It's all in the game the O's the pounds The shit was all good just a week ago Whole click was eating good just a week ago It's all good nigga give us a month Thinking of a master plan while I smoke this blunt Went to Houston and back now everybody got coupes Put the word in the street that supply the troops I just call 'em how I see em, serve these niggas third person dog I ain't trying to see 'em <i>[Chorus:]</i> The world is yours and everything in it it's out there get on your grind and get it "ay" Hands in the air, "sky's the limit nigga" hands in the air "yeah" The world is yours and every bitch in it It's out there get on your grind and get it "ay" Hands in the air, "sky's the limit nigga" hands in the air "jeah" The world is yours and everything in it it's out there get on your grind and get it "ay" Hands in the air, "sky's the limit nigga" hands in the air "yeah" The world is yours and every bitch in it It's out there get on your grind and get it "ay" Hands in the air, "sky's the limit nigga" hands in the air "jeah" |
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from Young Jeezy - Let's Get It: Thug Motivation 101 (2005)
[Chorus]
Every time I do it I do it for my hood Every time I do it I do it for my hood And every time I do it I do it for they hood And every time I do it I do it for yo hood And every time I do it I do it for they hood It's understood I do it for the hood The streets love jeezy and I love 'em back If I still had the work I getcha sack It's all gravy still reaching wit my words And make 'em feel good on the first and the third Take you back when I was sixteen wits a bankroll Posted on a corner like a light pole They used to call us track stars Before they even stopped we ran to dem cars And everybody on the block got the same agenda Hustle from the beginning of January til the end of December Wasn't smokin purple then it was more like bobby brown On that hen dog got a nigga drinking straight brown (7/11 nigga you know) You know 10 to 4 shake 'em up talk shit get my drink and let 'em go Even when I'm on the road the gangstas stay in touch Why you think they love me so much (ha ha!) [Chorus] I'm talking bout summertime cookouts and wintertime flights It ain't nothing we hearing shots all night Ford Taurus pulls up everybody run White boys jump out running wit they guns (5-0, 5-0) Ford Taurus leave everybody came back Hope dem boys didn't find my sack Real recognize real I suppose I guess that's why the gangstas be at all my shows Got the deal nothing changed but my clothes Still catch me in the jects fuckin' wit' dem hoes (projects!) Like coo-coo cal Lord I wish mad Lou could see me now Wish gold mouth was there wish mailman was free A lot of niggas crossing over dog no not me Plus I been in the commercials when I watch TV And everybody know I rep these streets faithfully [Chorus] Ford Taurus pull up everybody run White boys jump out running wit they guns Ford Taurus leave everybody came back Hope dem boyz didn't find my sack |
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from Young Jeezy - Let's Get It: Thug Motivation 101 (2005)
Convict
Akon and Young Jeezy Tryin' to take it easy Only way to go And So... [Chorus] If you lookin' for me I'll be on the block With my thang cocked possibly sittin' on a drop (Now) 'Cuz I'm a rida (Yeah) I'm just a Soul Survivor (Yeah) 'Cuz er'body know the game don't stop Tryin' to make it to the top for your ass get popped (Now) If you a rida (Yeah) Or just a Soul Survivor (Let's get it) Tonight I can't sleep we livin' in Hell (Yeah) First they, give us the work then they throw us in jail (Ayy) Road Trip ya I'm trafficing in the white Please Lord don't let me go to jail tonight (Yeah) Who Me? I'm a Soul Survivor Ask about 'em in the street, the boy Jeez a rida (Jeez a rida) A hundred grand on my wrist, yeah life sucks Fuck the club, dawg, I rather count a million bucks (Ayy) [Chorus] 'Cuz er'body know the game don't stop Tryin' to make it to the top for your ass get popped (Now) If you a rida (Yeah) Or just a Soul Survivor Another day, another dolla (dolla) same block, same nigga, same part, same green I guess we got the same dreams (Ayy) Or is it the same nightmares (nightmares) We let the doves do it for us we don't cry tears (That's right) Real niggaz don't budge When Mail Man got his time he shot birds at the judge (Yeah) I'm knee deep in the game So when it's time to re-up, I'm knee deep in the cane (Damn) Real talk, Look, I'm tellin' you mayne (tellin' you mayne) If you get jammed up don't mention my name Forgive me Lord I know I aint livin' right Gotta feed the block, niggaz starvin', they got appitites (Ayy) And this is er'day, it never gets old (Old) Thought I was a juvenile stuck to the G-Code (Yeah) This aint a rap song, nigga this is my life (this is my life) And if the hood was a battlefield then I'd earn stripes (Yeah) [Chorus] 'Cuz er'body know the game don't stop Tryin' to make it to the top for your ass get popped (Now) If you a rida (Yeah) Or just a Soul Survivor Gotta watch er' move 'cuz them eyes be on you (eyes be on you) Gotta drive real cool when them pies be on you (pies be on you) Just because we stack paper and we ball outrageous (ball outrageous) Them alphabet boys gotta us under survalence (Ayy) (Like animals) They lock us in cages The same nigga that's a star when you put 'em on stages I aint cheat played the hand I was dealt Tried to tax the grand pearl when I got it myself (Let's Get It) No nuts, no glory (no glory) My biography, you damn right, the true story (Yeah) Set the city on fire, and I didn't even try (try) Run these streets all day, I can sleep when I die (Ayy) 'Cuz if you lookin' for me you you can find me On the block disobeyin' the law Real G-thoroughbred from the streets Pants saggin' with my gun in my draws Just to keep on movin' now Just to keep on movin' now Just to keep on movin' now Just to keep on movin' now [Chorus] 'Cuz er'body know the game don't stop Tryin' to make it to the top for your ass get popped (Now) If you a rida (Yeah) Or just a Soul Survivor [Chorus] 'Cuz er'body know the game don't stop Tryin' to make it to the top for your ass get popped (Now) If you a rida (Yeah) Or just a Soul Survivor |
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from Young Jeezy - Let's Get It: Thug Motivation 101 (2005)
Hey
Hey Hey Hey, yeah Hey Jeah, hey, hey, hey I told 'em straight drop this and zip lock that Right on my waistline is where I kept that strap (yeah) I remember nights I didn't remember nights (nights) I damn near went crazy, had to get it right (that's right) Now I'm ya favorite rapper's favorite rapper (hey) Now I'm ya favorite trapper's favorite trapper (ha ha) The absolute truth, yeah I'm no joke Who me, I emerge from the crack smoked (yeah) In the hearts of those who grind with O's (O's) They feel my pain, they at my shows (jeah) That's why I got this glass pot and this triple beam (what) I tell 'em Money Talks like Charlie Sheen (hey) [Chorus: x2] These are more than words, this is more than rap This is the streets and I am the trap Standing ovation Standing ovation Once upon a time, I used to grind all night (grind all night) With that residue, that was Ipod white (yeah) I'm a boss, I got Juice like the magazine (jeah) And everyday I see Feds like a magazine (ha ha) Psychopathic wordplay, schizophrenic flow (flow) I guess it's safe to say I got schizophrenic dough (damn) Fuck bad bitches, smoke big blunts (jeah) Who am I to tell ya different? Ya only live once (let's get it) All I blow is kush, yeah that cali bud (bud) Got cali love when I got that cali glove (hey) My spanish bitch in L.A., yeah I owe her one (one) Now them squares seventeen like Uncle Brady's son (yeah) [Chorus: x2] My brains pulse through my veins, man I can't understand it Infatuation with the birds, I watch Animal Planet (ha ha) My life's a motion picture in Dolby Digital (hey) Tree raiser and the scale it was digital Calculate my every step, I'm a mathematician Make them pigeons disappear, I'm a damn magician (yeah) A .40 cal, rubber bands, and a shoebox (jeah) Run through a hundred grand watching Matlock (hey) Got it by the truckload, like the bread people (jeah) I got a Sixth Sense, I stack dead people (that's right) I'm talking Grants and Jacksons Swear it took a whole hour just to count the Jackson's (hey) [Chorus: x2] |
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from Young Jeezy - Let's Get It: Thug Motivation 101 (2005)
Like the person needs his soul "uh huh, jeah"
Fight the will "ay" to need his own "ay, ay, ay" "Just talk to em for a minute, ay just talk to em for a minute" Like the baby "ay" needs to cry "uh huh jeah" If you go "ay" I swear "jeah" ill die "ay, ay, ay" How the fuck I'm free out here and you locked in there Your whole family acts like I ont care They don't know about the nights I just lay in my bed I can't even sleep I just lay in my bed Eyes full of tears and a heart full of pain Take deep breathes every time I hear your name You was more than family you was like my brother So when the shit went down its like I lost my brother "ay" And I wish we could trade places Swear to GOD dawg wish we could trade places Livin' a life of crime, but it wasn't your life it was more like mine I often think about the close calls we had And I often think about the close brawls we had And I love my nigga what you know bout that And ill do anything to get goalmouth back talk to em Like the person needs his soul Fight the will to need his own "Make em understand, hey, please, make em understand" Like the baby "please, look, ay" Needs to cry "make em understand, ay, ay, ay" If you go I swear ill die "make em understand, jeah, ay, talk to em ay, ay, ay" Mel man you my heart I swear to god "swear to god" Knew you was real man I saw it from the start "from the start" Even when I was wrong my nigga had my back "yeah" Even when I was right my nigga had my back "damn right" We used to laugh wouldn't shit funny "naw" Late night at my grandma house counting money I trust you with my life dog if I was married id trust you with my wife dog Any given time a half a mill in your possession You ain't called in two days man I still wasn't stressing "naw Cause when I talk my nigga listen "listened" Switch shit you used to help me with them pigeons "Earnest" Earnest T. won't talk to me dog and it hurts "it hurts" She treats a nigga like I'm the scum of the life "scum of the earth" In your eyes I couldn't do no wrong "naw" so to you I dedicate this song "talk to em" Like the person "ay" needs his soul "ay" Fight the will "talk to em for me my nigga" to need his own "gotta feel me on this one, jeah, ay, talk to em in tongues nigga, Do it make these niggas understand" Like the baby "ay" needs to "I love you Mat Lou" Cry "uh huh, talk to em" If you go "I don't think they understand me my nigga" I swear ill die "jeah, talk to em, ay, ay, ay" Must've bust ten rounds through the strap in your lap Knew I was a gangsta I wasn't going for that Pussy nigga in my yard talkin' shit Knowin' damn well I was on some G shit Let the whole clip ride and didn't think Let the whole clip ride and didn't blink You told me kindly not to bring the white in your house And then what I do bring the white in the house Bricks in the addict and yean know Your grandson killin' em he getting 24 Feds at the door I'm out of town Yean tell 'em shit, you held me down Now a-days I rock the mic I'm getting paid for that And all the shit I been through I'm getting paid for that Always said I would make, wish you could see me now But if I tried to tell her she probably wouldn't believe me now |
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from Young Jeezy - Let's Get It: Thug Motivation 101 (2005)
[Intro]
[Girl] Jeezy?... [Jeezy] What up. [Girl] Where you at? [Jeezy] Shit I?m in tha hood where you think I?m at man ya kno, shit? [Girl] Still commin ova? [Jeezy] Eh man what I tell ya earlier man I?ll be through there man. [Girl] Uhh, I?ve been watin for ya since you left me? [Jeezy] Sss, that?s how you feel? [Girl] Hum hum hum, Yea? [Chorus ? Lloyd] [Verse 1] Got one baby mama, no bitch, no wife Like pac, ya need a thug in your life (yea?) A young nigga to straight come through and beat it up Let ya man be the freak, he can eat it up (ha haa) Shorty got that fire she ain?t let me down yet (nope) Got a Aquafina flow, call it well wet (damnn) Baby good with her mouth, says the right things Got a head on her shoulders, she does the right things (ha haa) She a bad bitch, ya?ll ready know Face like Trina, and an ass like Jacki-o (ohh) Got a gangsta on a mission (mission) Best believe I know all the right positions (that?s right..) She like it slow from the front, fast from the back (back) Put the pound game on her, hit her from the back (Jeahh) I?m young and thuggin, I don?t give a fuck He can make love to you, I?ma beat it up? [Chorus] [Verse 2] Me & shawty in the coop, lord knows she?s a star (star) For some strange reason she likes to do it in the car (damnn) She ain?t the type that be running her mouth (nope) So I keep it gangsta with her, let her come to the house (eyy) Let her play matter wit slick, when we in the bedroom she like to play with the stick (yea?) Know just how to handle her (how?) No amateur baby, I got stamina (jeah) Jeezy in the deck, now she grindin to the beat (beat) Legs vibratin, now she messin up my sheets (ha haa) Got a fistful of hair, and a fistful of ass (ass) She came first, I came last, roll tha grass?(eyy) [Chorus] [Verse 3 "Slick Pulla"] We pull bad hoes, rip them, push them to the side 'cause real players, keep reserves when its clinch time Matter fact, my bottom bitch love to ride pine She know when daddy leave the block, that its cut time I'm in the trenches, getting riches wit my comrades We 4 hoes up, like slacks in the player path Pretty skin, silky hair, plus that ass fat (uh huh) Fresh kicks on your feet, ya I?m diggin that Slick consako, ya boys slingin wood bitch You want that straight drop dick Come to the hood bitch I like scout them ghetto hoes up in 20 grand 'cause them the ones be wit that freaky shit man 2 drinks, 3 beans, now she rollin man The tool in her throat, I?m just tonsil patrollin man True pro's with this shit, we ain?t new jacks We drill hoes and switch ?em up like fitted caps [Chorus] |
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from Young Jeezy - Let's Get It: Thug Motivation 101 (2005)
Yeah, ay
Jeah Ay nigga If you at the light right now nigga And the nigga sweating you my nigga Looking at you cause you got the big boy shoes on ya shit my nigga Ay roll down ya motherfucking window nigga Blow out that dro smoke nigga Tell that nigga that's how the fuck ya feel nigga Ya feel like ya look nigga Ya feel good nigga What's happening nigga? Let's get it, ay Ay, let's go <i>[Young Jeezy]</i> Red paint, inside's peanut butter (peanut butter) They seeing me, but I don't see them suckers (see them suckers) I ain't gon lie, man my shit tight (tight) Hoes jocking, got em stopping like a red light (ay, yeeeeeeah) Wake me up, this a sick dream (what) Got the Alpine with the flat screen (that's right) These niggaz ain't aware mayne (ware mayne) 12's in the trunk sounding like an airplane (ay, ay, jeah) A 757 jet (jet) He ain't know? You dealing with a fucking vet (yeeeeeah) niggaz cold like banana splits (jeah) That's why I cop the AR with banana clips (ay, ay) <i>[Hook x2]</i> Sitting 24 inches off the ground (That's how ya feel) A young nigga sellin fruity by the pound (That's how ya feel) And I got the best white in the town (That's how ya feel) 45 in my lap, it's going down (That's how ya feel) <i>[Young Jeezy]</i> I got a project chick with a lot of kids (lot of kids) She say she like my flow but love my ad libs (yeeeeeah) I was saying Yeah before Usher (what) Never Scared like T.I. and Bone Crusher (that's right) Any problem, Jeezy take care of it (jeah) Them ugly hoes say a nigga arrogant (arrogant) Real slow is how I drive past (what) Got everybody looking, sweating like a gym class (let's get it) I see you funny niggaz got jokes (jokes) Disrespect the Chevy, still riding on spokes (ay, spokes) You fucking with a player (ay) We don't just say no, we too busy saying yeeeeeah <i>[Hook x2]</i> Sitting 24 inches off the ground (That's how ya feel) A young nigga sellin fruity by the pound (That's how ya feel) And I got the best white in the town (That's how ya feel) 45 in my lap, it's going down (That's how ya feel) <i>[Young Jeezy]</i> I'm a motherfucking problem, who wanna solve me dog? (jeah) Got six cell phones, who gonna call me dog? (yeeeeeah) This ain't a movie, we are not actors (what) Still use a duck ass nigga for target practice (ay) Infrared beam on the Mausberg pump Hit his ass with it twice, make him A-Town Stomp (A-Town Stomp) In gats we trust (ay) niggaz play a lot of games dog, but not with us (not with us) Call me Jack In The Box, hop out with two clips (jeah) Cook ya faster than a t-bone at Ruth Chris (Ruth Chris) You still hating, looking stupid (looking stupid) I'm in the SL, looking real Coupe-ish (real Coupe-ish) <i>[Hook x2]</i> Sitting 24 inches off the ground (That's how ya feel) A young nigga sellin fruity by the pound (That's how ya feel) And I got the best white in the town (That's how ya feel) 45 in my lap, it's going down (That's how ya feel) |
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from Young Jeezy - Let's Get It: Thug Motivation 101 (2005)
Ay, ay, you gotta believe, you gotta believe,
Ay, ay, you gotta believe, you gotta believe "let's get it" I used to hit the kitchen lights "lights" cockroaches everywhere Hit the kitchen lights "lights", now it's marble floors everywhere "ha-ha" Call the carpenter, the roof on the coups gone "jeah" Give a fuck what he sold i'm the truth holms "that's right" Kitchen fumed up, niggas jamming 2pac "jeah" Get my Benni Hanna's on workin' 2 pots "damn" Baby need shoes partner need bail money Blood hound for the bread I just smell money You niggas just write I recollect "recollect" Hands on Jeezy really counted them checks "yea" I'm Donald Trump in a white tee and white ones "yeah" The conversation is money nigga, you want some? "ay" <i>[Chorus]</i> Ay, ay, ay you gotta believe, Ay, you gotta believe. Ay, You ain't never seen them pies I'm talkin' so much white, it'll hurt your eyes I really lived it man, counting so much paper, it'll hurt your hands "let's get it" I'm what the streets made me, a product of my environment "jeah" Took what the streets gave me, a product of my environment "ay" Now it's 28 inches on a brand new hummer "humma" Telling you right now it's gone be a cold summa "yeah" Blew the brains out the Chevy call it suicide "Side" It's a way of life that's how us young niggas ride "that's right" Trap or die gave 'em hope They waiting on the sequel "jeah" It's clear to see the boy Jeezy do it for the people "Ay" <i>[Chorus]</i> Ay, ay, ay you gotta believe, Ay, you gotta believe. Ay, You ain't never seen them pies I'm talkin' so much whit it'll hurt your eyes I really lived it man counting so much paper it'll hurt your hands I'm the author of the book, yea a genius wrote it "jeah" There's a message in my words you gotta decode it "ay" I seen it all every gram every bird "what" I spit the truth every noun every verb "that's right" I never exaggerated one line one dime "dime" Never lied to the people not one time "neva" A hard head make a soft ass "ay" and hard white it get you str8 cash "ha-ha" <i>[Chorus]</i> Ay, ay, ay you gotta believe, Ay, you gotta believe. Ay, You ain't never seen them pies I'm talkin' so much whit it'll hurt your eyes I really lived it man counting so much paper it'll hurt your hands |
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from Young Jeezy - Let's Get It: Thug Motivation 101 (2005)
Last time I checked I was the man on these streets
They call me residue, I leave blow in these beats Got diarrhea flow, now I shit on niggas Even when I'm constipated I still shit on niggas (let's get it on) Got some Super Friends in the Legion of Doom They blowin purple shit that keep me high like the moon Yea, I'm an affiliate, I'm no hit man Yea, I'm an affiliate, I'm no hit man Yea, I'm an affiliate, I'm no hit man I'm a hater like you, fuck my wristband Nigga sneak this, and that ain't how we play Fuck with mind, get ya drama like the DJ (that's right, dramatic nigga) Now tell me I ain't real, this are that I'm holdin got a gangsta grill (that's right) Now tell me I ain't real, this are that I'm holdin got a gangsta grill Last time I checked I was the man on these streets They call me residue, I leave blow in these beats Got diarrhea flow, now I shit on niggas Even when I'm constipated I still shit on niggas (let's get it on) Got some Super Friends in the Legion of Doom They blowin' purple shit that keep me high like the moon Yea, I'm an affiliate, I'm no hitman I'm a hater like you, fuck my wristband Nigga sneak this, and that ain't how we play Fuck with mind, get ya drama like the DJ (that's right) Now tell me I ain't real, this are that I'm holdin' got a gangsta grill Went from old school Chevy's To beamer coupes Got a 100 niggas with me and everybody gon shoot (yea) Try me nigga, that's your first mistake Eat your lil' ass up like a chanterelle plate The whole pie like Dominoes, yes indeed I'm tryna stack my bacon up, I need extra cheese You can try dog, but it ain't easy Mix the flake with the soul and carry Young Jeezy (damn) You still want to talk flow man? Soft white Alaska call me Snowman Smoke purp by the pound, ounce by the fifth Re-up on the first then again on the fifth (yea) We trap or die nigga, we trap or die nigga Ya know these hoes love a nigga cause they know that we the truth Got the Chevy same color Tropicana orange juice (yea) We trap or die nigga, we trap or die nigga) Yea, back up in the hood again, where it's all good again Ridin' candy slab, grippin' on the wood again Outta line niggas get back in place where you shoulda been In case you don't understand, we'll make it understood again King of the underground, my gangsta will never fail You bout to make me go postal for fuckin' with my mail You got the connect, but you ain't got the clientele You the hoax and niggas know it, that shit ain't hard to tell Rat bitch, recognize that your cheese ain't been to sales I'm fina break some bread with the feds, you dumb as hell I been around the block before, sold it all for rock to blow And I don't fuck around, when the feds in town I got to go Respect my mind cause I'm a trill old schooler Summertime get too hot I wait for winter when its cooler U-G-K for life, free the pimp, you know the deal In PAT it's Trap Or Die and we ain't down for gettin killed Smoke purp by the pound, ounce by the fifth Re-up on the first then again on the fifth (yea) We trap or die nigga, we trap or die nigga Ya know these hoes love a nigga cause they know that we the truth Got the chevy same color Tropicana orange juice (yea) We trap or die nigga, we trap or die nigga We think like mathematicians, move like mobsters It's bout to be a grizzly winter nigga straight monster (real nigga) I'm posted up with my big schlapps, big snakes, big straps You don't want to feel that Street addicts get a buzz from the hustlin' Fuck the government, we got our own, the Track-Publicans Chillin' pimp niggas don't know the first thing about the block I'm 279 grams of straight drop out the pot Real street niggas, all the ghetto hoes on our jock When I hit the strip, all my troops listen while I talk This what I tell em, "Take these yams lil' man Break it down, get back, see a couple grams" And don't talk to square niggas, you know, Spongebobs Kanye West niggas, talking through the wire dog Watch for goonies when you got it, niggas want to rob And pull a staff and quarterback 'em like Brett Favre Smoke purp by the pound, ounce by the fifth Re-up on the first then again on the fifth (yea) We trap or die nigga, we trap or die nigga Ya know these hoes love a nigga cause they know that we the truth Got the Chevy same color Tropicana orange juice (yea) We trap or die nigga, we trap or die nigga |
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from Young Jeezy - Let's Get It: Thug Motivation 101 (2005)
I'm a t-are-a-p-s-t-are
Got the city on lock, big shoes on the car And she likes it (she likes it nigga) Hey And she likes it (jeah) (Lets get it) Got the city on smash Streets on click clock Eighty grand just to see the Jacob go tick tock (ha ha) I'm so materialistic, so well connected Just ask about it, so well respected (hey) Run the streets all day I don't get no sleep (nope) Eat at Spun dinners four times a week Bucket of crab legs, Slick had the lobsters (jeah) I'm the real deal these other niggas imposters Popping Gold Bond, yeah I took them sips (sips) 50 in the trunk, yeah I took those trips (trips) Keep the white girl, yeah forever my lady (jeah) Two grand flat get ya four and a baby, c'mon [Chorus] I'm a t-are-a-p-s-t-are Got the streets on lock, big shoes on the car And she likes it (she likes it, she likes it) And she likes it I'm a t-are-a-p-s-t-are Keep money in the suites, copt groups from the bar And she likes it (she likes it, jeah, ay ay) And she likes it(She likes it, she likes it) Slide through the hood to just to check my dough (dough) Trap-star fresh from head to toe (toe) From toe to ear the kicks match the cap (jeah) Black T-shirt, yeah it match the strap (ay) The stones in the watch, yeah they match the chain New Jordan's on his feet, Snowman's the name (hah a) Fresh out the paint shop threw the fo's on it (fo's on it) Now the Chevy got Lamborghini doors on it (doors on it) Mix the Grey Goose with the cranberry juices (what) Nigga can't you tell I really sold those deuces (yup) The squares are white, the tape is black (what else) The wait is over, the real is back (ay) [Chorus] Lil momma want to holla at a pimp (pimp) My money true straight, I don't walk witta limp (naw) It ain't hard girl just use ya head (ha ha) Slices stacked up, I got colonial bread (yeah) Now she off the chain, yeah she so erotic Purple Mango, yeah its so exotic (jeah) No punch lines (nope) no riddles (uh huh) I'm talking white squares with the steps in the middle (ha ha) You know me, take the good with the bad Can't complain the Porsche came with the rag And the chopper came with extra clips So when you niggas outta line we can extra flip (hey) [Chorus] |
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from Juelz Santana - What The Game's Been Missing! [Explicit Version] (2005)
<i>[Intro]</i>
Man, first I just wanna salute my soldiers Knahmean? We just trying to stay above water Feel me? I mean I speak for the Gs, the hustlers They understand me, knahmsayin? Shit Lock into this time and lock out (always) I mean ain't nothing promised to niggaz like us You know? <i>[Juelz Santana]</i> Just a, another day another dollar Now look what you got Another hater, another plotter Shit, you know the drill A brother pay, a brother holla Watch 'em, they creeping Another raid, another copper Aw man Another case, another lock-up What Another bail, know that cake better pop up Yup That's just day to day shit we go through And results of the day to day shits we go through Some niggaz day to day pitch, they local, and Some niggaz day to day bricks, they coastal, and Some niggaz day to day snitch, they vocal I don't honor them fools Them type of dudes get they tonsils removed I speak from the heart of the hood From the boarded up apartments with wood From the cracked down crack houses (yeah) To the burnt up black houses To fiends inside with that burnt up glass out And puffing weed makes my actions switch I'm at the window, with the pistol, like Malcolm Ain't that a bitch (man) And I'm paranoid, paranoid But still I got to get it, got to have it, make it happen boy <i>[Chorus]</i> Now I lay me down to sleep I pray the Lord my soul to keep If I should die before I wake I pray the Lord my soul to take And may this song play all the way And if it skip a beat, hit repeat This the realest shit I ever wrote, this is me And if it skip a beat, hit repeat This the realest shit I ever wrote, this is me <i>[Juelz Santana]</i> Look now Another dead, another born Vice versa Another here, another gone Pay attention Another smile, another mourn Another funeral, another baby shower going on Get it, huh That's just life in the hood You earn scars, you earn stripes in the hood Huh, get it I live the life of a hustler No sleep all night for a hustler, buster And if your coke weak, cut it with Bo Peep sheep I swear fiends will chase that high for four weeks I'm still dealing with the day to day beef and Stress, hunger, patience The day to day basics Yep, shit that we go through, you know Shit Look at the shit that we go through, you know Niggaz come home, can't get jobs Niggaz getting money, acting like they can't get robbed And that don't mix <i>[Chorus]</i> |
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from Bun-B - Trill [Screwed & Chopped] (2005)
[Intro]
Smoke somethin, bitch UGK, hold up, talkin bout, uhh [Pimp C] Pimp C P.A. Trill nigga Polo fuck that Hilfiger Made myself a ghetto star On the slab, sippin barre Smokin weed, sellin white Them other niggaz shit don't come back right That's how niggaz get popped Trying to get the cheaper price Watch yo' paper, guard your life Cause most these niggaz ain't livin right Keep yo' pistol, fuck a fight Cause niggaz out here jack every night I keep my mind on my money nigga fuck the fame Big face hun'erds, keepin the game Hittin the corner in the candy thang Sittin on leather, grippin the grain [Chorus: Z-Ro] + (Young Jeezy) Good weed, good drink, big money, we- (AYE!) Rollin in somethin' foreign, I'm leather grippin grain (YEEEAH!) I handle my business so I think I deserve to get throwed, throwed [Bun B] Well I came in the door, I said it befo' I never fuck a hoe without head no more I never pull up in nuttin less than a four And I smoke cigars, it ain't just for the show I'm blessed from the do', and known for my stidile I send a nigga baby mamma home with a smidile You can have the bitch nigga, I ain't sending men out Smoke weed and freestyle, no instrumental Been out, lived through the wicked streets of P.A. Motherfuck the judge, prosecutor and the DA Head to the H, where the hoes will fuck three way Two way, four way, anyway the Pro say Never hear a hoe say no I won't, no I can't Stop it and no I don't Cause a bitch know that I might just explode And slap her in the face with a pie a la mode Cause a nigga gettin throwed [Chorus] - repeat 2X [Young Jeezy] (adlibs) You already know what it is, nigga Snowman, 16 5 a piece, nigga USDA I grind hard (grind hard) and play harder (play harder) Break out the pot (YUP) heat up the water (DAMN!) Swear to God the minivan do tricks Hit the bricks hit the lions and wow, there go them bricks Slide through the hood (HOOD!) sittin on some big wheels Niggaz coppin white and turn flips like cartwheels Trapstar, my NexTel chirp all day (AYE!) Ridin' dirty, three nines and a four way (G-YEEEAH!) [Chorus] [Jay-Z] Big money, mayn - we only ride the best This one and only, big homey Tried to told you I'm thug, ha So far I'm tourin on foreign land Worldwide I'm known for the Arm & Hamm- -Er, Murder the streets I'm a wanted man (But the flow's like dope) So it's on again Started with the block, hit it brick by brick Then I charted with the ROC nigga, hit by hit I'm retarded with the glock nigga, clip by clip The competition is none, they deceased to exist Let it breathe a little bit He's off his rocker, he's a lil schitz' Roll like a football, Hov' used to cook raw Now I got the game sewn like granny's good shawl Sure, y'all niggaz want war Y'all got it backwards, y'all should want raw Y'all should want more (and more, and more - uhh!) [Chorus] - repeat 2X |
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from Bun-B - Trill [Screwed & Chopped] (2005)
[Vocal Sample: Curtis Mayfield & The Impressions]
Pushin' Keep on pushin' I've got to keep on pushin' [Intro: Bun talking over sample] Say man I don't give a fuck about the FEDs D.E.A., A.T.F., Task Force, Jump-out boys, or your local neighborhood robbers Baby I got to keep on pushin' [Bun B] Well it's the king of the hover trade and the sergeant of snow (Snow) They call me Mr. Killa Gram in case yo ass ain't know (Know) I'm the boss baller of blow when you come to the Gulf (Gulf) Other cats holdin' some weight but they ain't holdin' enough I've been around way before the Interstate was on fire (Fire) Before they hid it in the gas or the tire (Tire) Before a motherfucker even knew about a stash box We just put work in the back of the car (Man), and mashed out (For real) Now ask a nigga that was doin' it in nine-three On the Interstate in a rental car you can find me Suitcase is stuffed like a holiday turkey (Turkey) Chopper right beside in case a nigga try to jerk me (Jerk me) I did the city thing plus I played it out of state Either way a nigga was known for havin' a lot of weight Try to knock me down but it only made me bigger Haters wanna see me fall but a nigga gotta keep on pushin' [Scarface] I feel you Bun, I feel you Young, I mean, I feel you I'm on the corner from sun up to sun down Competition gettin' hectic, I'm headed for out of town What I was, sellin' for twenty, niggaz sellin' for ten So I'm bout to take it to drastic measurements for my ends My partner Rob in seventeen and in the Benz And me I'm in a bucket but fuck it, that's how it is, shit I got an ounce about to cut it into stones Next stop: Port Arthur, Texas, I work it in the Lones I'm a little nigga on his hustle bout to rise I was cuttin' seventeen and I was only payin' five A week went by, and a nigga took that dry Back to H-Town, with re-up about to score me nine A Pyrex bulb and the whoop so throwed I cooked it for nine then I stretched it for nine more Whoa, I'm that nigga bakin' with holes in his door Crummy niggaz sellin' that ether but fuck it, shit sold [Young Jeezy] Ay, no matter how hard it get you know I'mma… Real talk, real niggaz do real things you know they… (CHEEAAA) You already know, free Pimp C nigga (LIFE NIGGA) U.G.K. for motherfuckin' life, U.S.D.A. nigga, C.T.E. nigga (CHEAA) You know them Houston niggaz you know they niggaz keep on pushin' nigga (PUSHIN) G.A. niggaz you know they already… Real niggaz do real things nigga you already know nigga C.T.E. nigga, Rap-A-Lot records (AYE, AYE, AYE) One day you're here, the next day you're gone (WHAT?) Cuz some nigga set you up on the phone (DAMN) Shit, I play it how I go, I'm in a league of my own You ain't gotta front me shit nigga, I'm buyin' my own (HAHA) Whether it's sixteen bars or sixteen bricks (CHEA) Move 'em one at a time, I'll take sixteen trips (LET'S GET IT) I'm in the kitchen with the white, choppers by the back door (AYE) Mind on my money, but I swear this shit stack dough (HAHA) Square's in the closet, a hundred thousand in the box spring Got the stash box in the back of the Mustang (CHEA) You know I keep a down ass bitch to dry that shit Look, I-T a nigga yea she ride that shit Hey, I hustle harder, I hustle smarter (AYE) Just left the magnum lot tried to whip me up a charter (HAHA) I'm so ahead of my time, ahead of my grind Look at snowman bitch, it's a must that I shine (YEAAAA) See my watch is like...damn, my ears beggin' for attention (AYE) A quarter mill around my neck, in case I forgot to mention You niggaz actin' like hoes so motherfucker keep gushin' I'mma do what the gangstas do and nigga keep pushin' (AYYEEE) [Vocal sample and beat ride out til fade] |
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from Rick Ross - Port Of Miami (2006)
Hustle, hustlin' hustlin'
Hustle, hustlin' hustlin' Hustle, hustlin' hustlin' Hustle, hustlin' hustlin' Hustle, hustlin' hustlin' Hustle, hustlin' hustlin' Hustle, hustlin' hustlin' Everyday I'm hustlin' Everyday I'm hustlin' Everyday I'm hustlin' Everyday I'm hustlin' Everyday I'm hustlin' Everyday I'm, everyday I'm, everyday I'm hustlin' Everyday I'm hustlin' Everyday I'm hustlin' Everyday I'm hustlin' Everyday I'm, everyday I'm, everyday I'm hustlin' Everyday I'm hustlin' hustlin' hustlin' hust-hustlin' Who the fuck you think you fuckin' with, I'm the fuckin' boss Seven forty-five, white on white that's fuckin' Ross I cut 'em wide, I cut 'em long, I cut 'em fat (What) I keep 'em comin' back (What), we keep 'em comin' back I'm in the distribution, I'm like Atlantic I got them motherfuckers flyin' 'cross the Atlantic I know Pablo, Noriega, the real Noriega He owe me a hundred favors I ain't petty nigga, we buy the whole thang See most of my niggas really still deal cocaine My roof back, my money rides I'm on the pedal, show you what I'm runnin' like When they snatch black I cry for a hundred nights He got a hundred bodies, servin' a hundred lifes [Chorus] Everyday I'm hustlin' Everyday I'm hustlin' Everyday I'm hustlin' Everyday I'm hustlin' Everyday I'm hustlin' Everyday I'm hustlin' Everyday I'm hustlin' Everyday I'm, everyday I'm We never steal cars, but we deal hard Whip it real hard whip it whip it real hard I caught a charge, I caught a charge Whip it real hard, whip it whip it real hard Ain't bout no funny shit still bitches and business I'm on my money shit still whippin' them Benzs Major league who catchin' because I'm pitchin' Jose Canseco just snitchin' because he's finished I feed 'em steriods to strengthen up all my chickens They flyin' over Pacific to be specific Triple C's you know it's back we holdin' sacks So nigga go on rat, run and tell 'em that Mo' cars, mo' hoes, mo' clothes, mo blows [Chorus] It's time to spend my thrills 'cause I'm spinnin' wheels I ain't drove in a week them bitches spinnin' still Talk about me because these suckers scared to talk about me Killers talkin' bout me, it ain't no talk about me It ain't no walkin' 'round me, see all these killers 'round me Lot of drug dealin' 'round me goin' down in Dade County Don't tote no twenty-twos, Magnum cost me twenty-two Sat it on them twenty-twos, birds go for twenty-two Lil' mama super thick, she say she twenty-two She seen them twenty-twos, we in room two twenty-two I touch work like I'm convertible Burt I got distribution so I'm convertin' the work In the M-I-A-YO them niggaz rich off that Yayo Steady slangin' Yayo, my Chevy bangin' Yayo [Chorus] |
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from Young Buck - Buck The World (2006)
(Jazze Pha)
Ladies and Gentlemen.. (Hook - Young buck) I got my pistol in my pants, rocks in my drawers Holla "WOOP, WOOP" homie if you see them laws I got my pistol in my pants, rocks in my drawers Holla "WOOP WOOP" homie if you see them laws (Chorus: Pimp C) I was standin' on the corner slangin' 'caine (tryna make it do what it do) Just another young nigga havin' thangs man (I gotta get, I, I gotta get it get it) I was standin' on the corner slangin' 'caine (tryna make it do what it do) Just another young nigga havin' thangs man (I gotta get, I, I gotta get it get it) (Verse 1 - Young Buck) I'm in the Porche no passenger Feelin' like a filthy rich drug trafficker See didn't nobody give me shit, I got my ass on that interstate Made sure momma had food on that dinner plate You not a boss if you ain't never took a loss Some birds never landed, but 'least I didn't get caught We don't even use scales, niggaz break off a brick Whatever over is yours, homie just take it and get They gave Big Paul life, but I ain't thinkin' 'bout stoppin' 'Cause soon he try to quit, that's when the feds came got him Ain't nothin' in my name, and 50 cleaned up mine I'm still paranoid though from what I left behind Gotta put me some gloves on, they f**kin' wit Buck now Tryna slow me down, got me pissin' in cups now Three Kings on a mission, see we got it for cheap You put us together, nigga the streets finna eat YEAHH (Chorus) (Verse 2 - T.I.) Hey Remember standin' in the trap wit 5 or 6 over-vision and a pirat That nigga who oderderd that quarter ki ain't even came by yet Blew a whole O of dro, and I ain't even high yet Spent 4 G's or mo', and I ain't even fly yet Viper truck, Bentley grill, big wheel pimpin' They done gave us 20 mil, well big deal pimpin' Think we fakin' when we spittin', better get real pimpin' 'Cause we still will kill, you just better chill pimpin' Get it how he used to live, and keep on fakin' for the women In life we all make decisions even when faced with collisions Like me at 13, out in no supervision Straight thug livin', bumpin' pot drug-dealin' Seen daily on the block, need Yay we on the block Keep the hatin' to yourself, 'cause that AK be on the block Dougy C be in the V, me and KT, we in the drop Went from standin' on the block wit rock, to standin' on the top (Chorus) (Verse 3 - Young Jeezy) Let's go 1 for the bread, and 2 for the blow Mr. seventeen five, ya damn right it's gon' snow Told y'all I was gon' blow, kinky B said so Or not, back to chargin' 600 for an O Ain't nothin' to a G, shit I been here before (True) LA hoop nigga, all you gotta do is score I turn the brick into a label, nigga I'm a boss Brush my teeth in the morning, I ain't even gotta floss (Haha) Sold two million records, and half a million O's (Damn) Add it all up, it's 'bout a billion rocks You can't be serious, you niggaz ain't fo' real Just my ears alone, is like a quarter a mil' (That's right) Hit ya by the tech, and blow half the budget (Yup) I do it for the streets and mutha f**kers love it Just copped the new Bent, you know ya boy pay cash Now that's Thug Motivation for your mutha f**kin' ass (HaHa) Wassup (Chorus) (Hook - Young Buck) I got my pistol in my pants, rocks in my drawers Holla "WOOP, WOOP" homie if you see them laws I got my pistol in my pants, rocks in my drawers Holla "WOOP, WOOP" homie if you see them laws |
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from Young Buck - Buck The World (2006)
(Intro: Young Buck + (Young Jeezy))
6-1-5 Ca$hville we buck, yeah! (AY!) Toomp I got you nigga! (Yeah!) A.T.L. to Ca$hville nigga (You already know what this is, ay!) Aiyyo Jeezy whattup nigga? (What they do nigga?) Aiyyo it's on me tonight nigga! (Let's go) Let's get it! (Let's go!) (Chorus: Young Buck + (Young Jeezy)) Got a pocket full of paper, Patron in my cup Tell them haters catch up ho, bitch you buck ho (Bitch you better buck nigga) Bitch you better buck nigga (Bitch you better buck nigga) Bitch you better buck nigga I ain't playin 'bout my money (AY!) I hit ya ass up (ha-hahhhhh) Leave ya right there so they can pick ya ass up, yeah Bitch you better buck nigga (bitch you better buck nigga) Bitch you better buck nigga (bitch you better buck nigga, YEAH!) (Interlude: Young Buck) Jack boys, jack boys, what'chu gon' do? Run up and the nigga put the thang on you Jack boys, jack boys, what'chu gon' do? Run up and the nigga put the thang on you (Young Jeezy) Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh It's Young (Young) Jizzle (Jizzle) and the homie Buck (yeah!) We still ridin dirty, think we givin a f**k? (nah) Headed 75 South (South) for seventy-five blocks (whoo!) Hundred miles an hour pass seventy-five cops (vrooom!) And straight to the mac, hit seventy-five spots (daaaaamn) And I'm back down Atlanta, copped seventy-five drops (ha-hahhhhh!) So on first sip (sip) I made about a grand You ask me what I need I tell 'em bring the whole van (yeahhhhhhhhhhhh) All I do is make hits, just to see my SoundScans (AYY!) I know the yayo, you should see me bag grams (ha-hahhhhhh!) See cuz over there (whattup!) he'll kill ya ass for nuttin C.T.E. (talk to 'em nigga!) and muh'f**ker we buckin nigga (Chorus) (Interlude) (Young Buck) Let me go and show you niggaz what my whip game like I whip it to the left, and whip it to the right I mix it with the Sprite, and flip it with the whites See I make my own price cause I take my own flights I still got my ski mask, STILL need cash STILL got them eighteens as if you want a half That's 11-5 apiece dawg if ya do the math But I do it for the ten for my niggaz in the cab Got a bitch in Decatur, she shake it for the paper So when I make it rain, I just get it back later See cuz over there, he'll kill ya ass for nuttin (I got ya homie!) 6-1-5, Ca$hville, we buckin (Chorus) (Interlude - 2X) (Chorus) |
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from Young Jeezy - The Inspiration / Explicit Version (2006)
Uh ay uh ay uh ay ay ay It's Young Jizzle and I'm back with Timbo whoa With another hit ya still stuck in a limbo damn An adlib here and an adlib there ay Fuck it adlibs everywhere yeeeeeeeeah As I proceed to give ya what you need need Spit tre drop nigga cocoa leaves leaves A Town pimp tell me what you know about it Wanna talk white I'll tell ya what I know about it haha I'm on that Grey Goose higher than a pelican damn Sophmore year but I spit it like a veteran yup Gangsta, gangsta you can tell by the swag swag And it's fresh off the lot you can tell by the tag what's up It's about three in the morning ay Gotta leave with somethin hot cuz a nigga horny yeeeeeah Now I'm in the parking lot baby all over me haha Ay ay wait a minute ha let's go It's about three in the morning ay Got my thang cocked cuz them boys they be on it yeah Niggaz they be talkin but they don't really want it what ya say Ay ay wait a minute ha let's go The flow's so cold yup and I'm so cool whoa Let a nigga try I'm ma act a damn fool ay Got that welfare we call it old school Then we mix it all up call it Pro Tools haha Serve em demo tracks tracks let em demo that yeah All these bitches in the club what the bad ones at huh She got a mean walk walk I got a big stick yeah I see ya muggin homie I got a full clip yeeeeeeah See I master that and then I mastered this Then I bring it all back I gotta master wrist I was on dro dro and she was on Hen Hen She was on her and I was zonin let's get it It's about three in the morning ay Gotta leave with somethin hot cuz a nigga horny yeeeeeah Now I'm in the parking lot baby all over me haha Ay ay wait a minute ha let's go It's about three in the morning ay Got my thang cocked cuz them boys they be on it yeah Niggaz they be talkin but they don't really want it what ya say Ay ay wait Ya girl keep sweating me she staring at my rocks rocks Me I'm gee'd up grabbing on my huh I walk it how I talk it play it how I say it Me and Timb on the track but everybody play it It's about three in the morning ay Gotta leave with somethin hot cuz a nigga horny yeeeeeah Now I'm in the parking lot baby all over me haha Ay ay wait a minute ha let's go It's about three in the morning ay Got my thang cocked cuz them boys they be on it yeah Niggaz they be talkin but they don't really want it what ya say Ay ay wait a minute ha let's go |
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from Young Jeezy - The Inspiration / Explicit Version (2006)
Four shots to the chest my niggas get at me They don fucked around and fucked up my new white tee I'm just livin my life why they mad at me Woke up this morning I ain't see this coming Should I even bust back you ain't see me running I hope heaven got a VIP line Got some partners in hell that'll sneak me in the back door You know I hate waitin in line Paramedics on the way but they wastin they time Everybody standin over a nigga screamin and shit Damn ya'll give a nigga a second to think Which one of you niggas shot me it was one of you bastards Bet a nigga can't throw a hundred grand in my casket Pour out a little liquor bury me in some Evisu jeans A USDA top and a throw away glock Bury me a G nothin more nothin less When I get where I'm goin I just gotta be fresh Pour out a little liquor bury me in some Evisu jeans A USDA top and a throw away glock Bury me a G nothin more nothin less When I get where I'm goin I just gotta be fresh Expect the worst but hope for the best But you know how it is amen god bless I can't leave now niggas owe me money My nigga on the westside owe me bout a dub And my partner with a few shit he owe a nigga too I should'a hugged my son should'a kissed my mother Spent some time with her show her I love her Every night she was prayin for me I was in the streets Active little nigga should I stay in some beef Gucci go through some real shit and he really need me And what about the streets shit they need me too I'm on some got Def Jam shit they owe a nigga too Pour out a little liquor bury me in some Evisu jeans A USDA top and a throw away glock Bury me a G nothin more nothin less When I get where I'm goin I just gotta be fresh Pour out a little liquor bury me in some Evisu jeans A USDA top and a throw away glock Bury me a G nothin more nothin less When I get where I'm goin I just gotta be fresh We interruped our program to bring you this breaking news story I'm Kelly Washingt on reporting for WKKT Cannel 7 Witnesses say that around 145 this morning shots were fired out of an atlanta nightclub Rapper Young Jeezy was involved in this shooting but at this time it is unclear whether he was a suspect or the victim we'll bring you further details as they become available Back to you I was on my way i was almost gone I was almost there i was almost home It was some Kanye shut tryna touch the sky Jesus walks god testify I'm a legend like John we're ordinary people You only get one life there's no sequel So you can't take nothing for granted And don't take granted for nothing So I gotta thank god for waking me up this morning And giving me this air to breath Jesus lord forgive me for Every Gram i sold Every glock i popped Every rock that i Pour out a little liquor bury me in some Evisu jeans A USDA top and a throw away glock Bury me a G nothin more nothin less When I get where I'm goin I just gotta be fresh Pour out a little liquor bury me in some Evisu jeans A USDA top and a throw away glock Bury me a G nothin more nothin less When I get where I'm goin I just gotta be fresh Pour out a little liquor bury me in some Evisu jeans A USDA top and a throw away glock Bury me a G nothin more nothin less When I get where I'm goin I just gotta be fresh Pour out a little liquor bury me in some Evisu jeans A USDA top and a throw away glock Bury me a G nothin more nothin less When I get where I'm goin I just gotta be fresh |
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from Young Jeezy - The Inspiration / Explicit Version (2006)
This one for the hood right here Song dedicated anybody out there that got some dreams Don't give up on your dreams real talk Ready Keyshia lets go Dreamin Dreamin Dreamin Dreamin Dreamin Dreamin Born september 28 my life far from great No food on the table so we far from steak But I'm so close to jail It feels like I'm so close to hell Moms smoking rocks same shit I'm selling So whos wrong her or me She addicted to the high I'm addicted to the cash I almost put my hands on her when I caught her in my stash How could I do her like that Lord knows I'm wrong What would I do her like that Lord knows she strong I know its been hard but we made it baby 10 years clean so shes still my lady I must be dreamin Dreamin Dreamin Dreamin Dreamin Dreamin Dreamin One thing about it I got love for you hommie Two things about it I'll take a slug for you hommie Look at you now your a business man I'm proud of you dawg Handle your bizzness man You like tha brother I never ever had You try your best and I still get mad We risked it all together Been through it all together Caught cases and we still together Headed og I sleep while you drive Me and my dawg yea we chippin on fire Remember back when we shared out clothes Look at us now nigga we sell out shows I must be dreamin Dreamin Dreamin Dreamin Dreamin Dreamin Dreamin I was young and dumb wit a pocket full of cash Posted on tha block wit a pocket full of glass Full speed still runnin from my past But its starting to catch up yea its gaing on my ass Theres two types of niggas preditor and prey I'm a preditor I pray 3 times a day Mat Lue once said one day you'll have kids And how you gon explain all that shit you did I'm a soul suvivor far from crook She always said I was a lot smarter than I look So I took my dreams and I made it some thousands And I took my life and made it an album I must be dreamin Dreamin Dreamin Dreamin Dreamin Dreamin Dreamin Dreamin Dreamin Dreamin Dreamin Dreamin Dreamin Dreamin Dreamin Dreamin Dreamin |
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from Young Jeezy - The Inspiration / Explicit Version (2006)
You know we trap all day play all night This is the life of a the life of a ey Go getta ey Go getta ey Go getta yea You in the club you see a bad bitch point her out oh Yeah you damn right I'ma ey You damn right I'ma ey Go getta ey Go getta ey Go getta yea In the immediate state they callin me will smith Gotta thing on my side you can call that Jada The boys talkin down yeah we call em hatas I'm ballin right now so we'll get to that later Be the first to admit I'm such an alcoholic Only blow that good shit yeah that whatchamacall it Catch me posted on tha block in somethin exotic 07 yeah tha same color hypnotic On the outside lookin and I want in My homie did the same thang and he got 10 Just took a loss still tryin to win And you tryin to get back so what you tryin to spend You know we trap all day play all night This is the life of a the life of a ey Go getta ey Go getta ey Go getta yea You in the club you see a bad bitch point her out oh Yeah you damn right I'ma ey You damn right I'ma ey Go getta ey Go getta ey Go getta yea We live life on tha edge like theres no tomorrow They grind hard like theres no today They do the same shit like its yesterday The game never stop so whos next to play Against all odds you can place your bets Yea I'm just gettin started so I ain't done yet naw Risk it all you can lose your life what else can I say That's a hell of a price dayumm I don't under cause I overstand No time for mistakes so I'm overplayin I'm in tha club like what 4 5 wit me And I'ma stay thuggin til the feds come get me You know we trap all day play all night This is the life of a the life of a ey Go getta ey Go getta ey Go getta yea You in the club you see a bad bitch point her out oh Yeah you damn right I'ma ey You damn right I'ma ey Go getta ey Go getta ey Go getta yea Hey hey this is how we play when we roll up to the club high sittin on 20 treys Hop out like we fabolous Top models grabbin us They love them Go gettas only in America Put D on chicks like wallace turn em Thinkin they can have all this Can't deny it when you see the wheels spinnin Boy kells out the coupe in Miami white linen Chips big spendin walk out the club witha shitloada women Soon as I see one I like I'ma get it I'ma get it oo I'ma get it cause I'ma Go getta You know we trap all day play all night This is the life of a the life of a Go getta ey Go getta ey Go getta yea You in the club you see a bad bitch point her out oh Yeah you damn right I'ma ey You damn right I'ma ey Go getta ey Go getta ey Go getta yea |
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from Young Jeezy - The Inspiration / Explicit Version (2006)
Ay Ay Ay Ay Ay Ay Ay Class In Session When I Talk Then Listen But U Know How It Go Real Niggas Pay Attention Aint Talkin Money We Speakin A Different Language The Hatin Niggas Gonna Be The Translators They Move To Slow When I Think To Quick Thats Why I Flash Like Gordon Im Light Years Ahead Of U Niggas Thats Why I Forgot More Than You Learned Its My Spot Now U Better Wait Your Turn And That Yayo Shit Is Irrelavent You Cant Hide The Fact That Im Intellegant Street Smart With The Little Book Sets A Young Nigga With Alot Of Common Sense They Say Im Shallow But I Think So Deep How Deep Deep As The Abys So When You Get A Minuet Take A Look At My Wrists Wassup Hypnotized You Are Hypnotized Hypnotized You Are Hypnotized Hypnotized You Are Hypnotized Hypnotized You Are Hypnotized Now I Command You Niggas To Get Money Now I Command You Niggas To Get Money Now I Command You Niggas To Get Money Now I Command You Niggas To Get Money Rock Ice Yeah Nigga Live Life Cant Explain The Feeling When Im Riddin In The Chevy Im On Top Of The World Just Gives Me The Chills Yet Im Big On Wheels A Thousand There With The Dreams In Mills Then Grands At The Mall Just For Thrills Shit I Get It Right Back Nigga Thats For Real Its All In The Game Free Throws And Fouls Half A Mill In The Bassment Got Damn Im Flavored I Want It All No Matter The Cost Fuck The Consequences Aint Nothin To A Boss Made Alot Out Of A Little Something Out Of Nothing Im So Proud Of Me Put The Streets On Top Where Their Supposed To Be The Sky Is The Limit Thats What Jeezy Said And The Limmit Is The Sky Lets Slice That Pie Hypnotized You Are Hypnotized Hypnotized You Are Hypnotized Hypnotized You Are Hypnotized Hypnotized You Are Hypnotized Now I I Command U Niggas To Get Money Now I I Command U Niggas To Get Money Now I I Command U Niggas To Get Money Now I I Command U Niggas To Get Money Hypnotized You Are Hypnotized Hypnotized You Are Hypnotized Hypnotized You Are Hypnotized Hypnotized You Are Hypnotized Now I Command You Niggas To Get Money Now I Command You Niggas To Get Money Now I Command You Niggas To Get Money Now I Command You Niggas To Get Money |
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from Young Jeezy - The Inspiration / Explicit Version (2006)
Yeah! Yeah! (ay!)
These niggas ain't talking bout shit! (ha ha!) Cause I got money (I got money nigga)(That's right!)(ha ha!) Get your motherfucking hands in the air! All I know is, the sky is blue and the coupe is new (jeah!) And if your money right, then the coke is white (yeah!) The birds fly south every year in the night (ey!) Gotta get it how you live, mother fuck them haters (jeah!) Get 'em in Get 'em off, like hot potatoes (ha ha!) (Good morning Vietnam) Yeah we trying to earn stripes Get jammed up with what it cost you your whole life (damn!) So say goodnight to the bad guy (jeah!) Fresh pair of eighty-seven jeans I'm so fly (ha ha!) My seats is suade, my luggage is Louie (true!) And every bitch in the projects wanna do me (ey!) Snowman's the name Hundred grand on the chain What's up! [Chorus] My seats is suede, my luggage is Louie (ey!) And every bitch in the projects wanna do me Cause I got money (Cause I got money, Cause I got money) (ha ha!) (Yeah!) (I'm telling the truth nigga I got money)(No, I'm serious nigga) Remember when I couldn't afford no clothes (ay!) But nowadays a nigga hit the baddest hoes (yeah!) Cause I got money (Cause I got money, Cause I got money) (ha ha!) (Yeah!) (No, I'm serious nigga I got money) The Chevy sitting so high but the rims sit low I got 'em from ballas (jeah!) C-T-E that's the label that pays me I own that so I pay myself (ha ha!) Being broke's bad for my health (ey!) NyQuil green (green!), 26 inches (jeah!) Green bramail pull twenty-six bitches (that's right!) Make a quick stop, serve 9 o's (these are my confessions) I'm a sucker for clothes (ha ha!) That paper stack up, if you let it (jeah!) But I keep fucking up, I gotta shoe fetish (naw!) Bad habits, I'm at Walter's every week (week!) 50 pair of new Nike airs ain't cheap (damn!) You know I gotta get the cap to match (match!) New era shit, I A-town at that (A-town!) Throw the bags in the trunk, right back to the trap What's up! [Chorus] Ay! ay! Say Jeezy man lets show these sucker niggas How to fuck up some money right quick man Let me tell you some funny shit that happen to me She seen me in a drop, 4:30 downtown evening Houston (OK!) Caught a flat tire, I had to leave it in Houston And then I ran out of gas in the blue GT (Ay fuck it) The next week I went and cop a new GT So naw ballin' what they call it, they call it living the life And you can't help to spend it pimpin' if you getting it right Ey listen, if you was getting what I be getting tonight You too would be high as kite blowing dro on a flight Oh I'm G4'ing it myself, but ey commercial aight Just security be a bitch Can't get in with this (ha ha!) Bought everything a hundred million will get I'm in a vanguish, tell that bitch 'fore she begin to sit You know that! [Chorus] |
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from Young Jeezy - The Inspiration / Explicit Version (2006)
Ride till I die
Lord knows stay high And I love it And I love it Let's go We count hundreds on the table twentys on the floor Fresh outta work and on the way with some more And I love it yeah and I love it I got gangstas in the crowd bad bitches at my show Parked outside and sitting on vogues And I love it yeah and love it Once again it's on I'm back in the motherfucking booth These niggaz still lying I'm the motherfucking truth YEEEEEAHHH I don't believe I need some more fucking proof I ain't want the four door I copped the motherfucking coupe HAHA They tryin be me I'm just tryin be G And everything comes to em like you'll see These niggaz in the dark baby I'll just shine I do it from the heart homie they just rhyme Check your watch nigga it's my time HEY Mind made up I was on my grind So pay attention yea you on my time In that case time waits for no man Do it again I done that before man GYEAH M O E he ain't part of the program Or maybe you niggaz ain't listening Open your eyes I'm a blessing in disguise We count hundreds on the table twentys on the floor Fresh outta work and on the way with some more And I love it yeah and I love it I got gangstas in the crowd bad bitches at my show Parked outside and sitting on vogues And I love it yeah and love it Yea I blew up but they like that They switched up on me and I ain't like that Sold my first brick yea I came right back Fast forward the tape nigga look at me now And I never turn back so motherfuck that Life is on the ground got my head to the sky Smoked all day Lord knows I stay high Stay on top Lord knows I'm gon try And live for the moment Lord knows I'm gon die And when I get to hell Lord knows I'm gon fry Woke up this morning so I'm still alive 36 O's I sold them all for five We count hundreds on the table twentys on the floor Fresh outta work and on the way with some more And I love it yeah and I love it I got gangstas in the crowd bad bitches at my show Parked outside and sitting on vogues And I love it yeah and love it Been around the world it's the same ol caine Been around the world it's the same ol thang All the real niggaz either dead or in jail And if you're looking for me homie I'm in the A T L You gotta play it how it go you can't cheat on life Ya better drink a Red Bull you can't sleep on life I ain't tryna do you I'm tryin do me Last album did two I'm just tryin do three Fresh out the block yea the work was hard Ride with the top down so I'm closer to God My PO telling me I need a 9 to 5 But I already got a job and that's stayin alive We count hundreds on the table twentys on the floor Fresh outta work and on the way with some more And I love it yeah and I love it I got gangstas in the crowd bad bitches at my show Parked outside and sitting on vogues And I love it yeah and love it Ride till I die Lord knows stay high And I love it And I love it Ride till I die Lord knows stay high And I love it And I love it |
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from Young Jeezy - The Inspiration / Explicit Version (2006)
It's a beautiful day in the neighborhood All's well that ends well Outside watering their lawn and shit Birds are chirping dogs are barking It's beautiful That may be your hood but this is my hood Got the red dogs trippin and these niggaz still snitchin The old lady across the street still bitchin It's 3 in the mornin take your old ass to sleep The third time she's called the police this week Lookin at my Franck Muller it's about that time Your folks just left so I'm on my grind Said you wanna two fifty cause you need that nine I want that bread but I don't need that dime Charger fresh out the shop with that suicide doors Swear I died and came back alive With 22 inches all under the frame Keep my pocket full of bread you niggaz know the name Jeezy like to drink Jeezy like to smoke Jeezy like to mix arm and hammer with his coke Jeezy at the trap Jeezy like to grind Jeezy bout his paper Cuz Jeezy like to shine Jeezy like to drink Jeezy like to smoke Jeezy like to mix arm and hammer with his coke Jeezy at the trap Jeezy like to grind Jeezy bout his paper Cuz Jeezy like to shine Sold those squares yeah I cooked them o s Guilty as charged yeah I rock them shows I can't even lie yeah i fucked them hoes Trapped all day spent it all on clothes Shop all day till the mall is clothed Come back to the trap get my pockets swoll Fruitopia smoke blueberry Mix it with the purp we call it cranberry The Bin Laden clips yeah they came with the chopper Got a slick mouth I hope you came with a doctor The boy stacks cheese like it came with the whopper Stay fly like I came in a chopper Jeezy like to drink Jeezy like to smoke Jeezy like to mix arm and hammer with his coke Jeezy at the trap Jeezy like to grind Jeezy bout his paper Cuz Jeezy like to shine Jeezy like to drink Jeezy like to smoke Jeezy like to mix arm and hammer with his coke Jeezy at the trap Jeezy like to grind Jeezy bout his paper Cuz Jeezy like to shine Ain't shit shakin but the leaves in the trees Between me and you I got a deal on the ki's Six in one run laid a mil on the trees Hit the broad every night keep a plug on the white Mr 17 5 you niggaz know the name Why y'all playin y'all know it ain't a game This is me motherfucker why would I ever change 120 carats you niggaz see the chain I'm a bathing ape fanatic Red monkey junkie Glass pots on the stove got the kitchen smellin funky Sold a million records but I still flip them blocks On the TV every day but I'm still pop them glocks Jeezy like to drink Jeezy like to smoke Jeezy like to mix arm and hammer with his coke Jeezy at the trap Jeezy like to grind Jeezy bout his paper Cuz Jeezy like to shine Jeezy like to drink Jeezy like to smoke Jeezy like to mix arm and hammer with his coke Jeezy at the trap Jeezy like to grind Jeezy bout his paper Cuz Jeezy like to shine Jeezy like to drink Jeezy like to smoke Jeezy like to mix arm and hammer with his coke Jeezy at the trap Jeezy like to grind Jeezy bout his paper Cuz Jeezy like to shine Jeezy like to drink Jeezy like to smoke Jeezy like to mix arm Jeezy at the trap Jeezy like to grind Jeezy bout his paper Cuz Jeezy like to shine |
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from Young Jeezy - The Inspiration / Explicit Version (2006)
Jeah, ay
You niggas doing way too much nigga. You tryin' to bite my style, steal my swag. You wanna know how to do it I'll give you the recipe. Let's go. [Chorus: x2] I keep it gangsta and they love dat shit I keep it gangsta and they love dat shit I keep it gangsta and they love dat shit If you's a gangsta you gone love dis shit This one's for you and I ain't talking Bud Light, (Nope) H-K nigga with that little red light, (Ha Ha) Whole club bouncing everybody strapped up, Pull it out my pants and make erbody back up, (Yea) Fuck a record deal the boy just too real, Watch em cook it on da stove man the boy got skills, (jea) Streets is talking whole hood's whispering, Careful what I say cause I know dem folks listening, (Damn!) It's ya boy Mr. 17-5, Lil mama whole the strap and the work while I drive, (jea) Take it out the wrap and I put it on the scale, But keep that on da low cause I ain't trying to go to jail. (Ha ha) [Chorus] They call me Slick Manning cause my vision's great, (jea) Toss shells like pigskins when I squeeze the 8, Think I start for the Braves way I rep the A, Like John Smokes in his prime when I pitch the K, Got the scale in my pocket on some suicide doors, Yams in the strap facing suicide time, Let's go Outlandish wit it man it's stupid how we shine, Aye Catch me in them bunkers with the troops all the time, (Okay) I heed like Sadam but I'm sick like Ooday, (Ooday!) Keeps some youngsters with me and they all bout gunplay, (Ha Ha) We been had the streets jammed up to stock, We down south niggas but the plugs up top. (For real) [Chorus] Blood Raw I keep it gangsta my nigga This for gangstas I ain't talking bout you bustas, Choppa toaters money gettas naw not you suckas, Coola than a fan coola than a freezer, Still in da hood ridin sixes on the Reagal, Still on M-L-K still got a side, Still getting money and I'm still in the trap, Lil mama say she like me plus she know I'm hood, I'm a fool wit laying pipe plus she know I'm good, I got a spot for the yay Uncle Pete keep the K's, Auntie Shirley got the money if they rush then we straight, 732 shawdy leave it in my pager, We ain't talking on dem phones cause I know you talking paper. [Chorus] |
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from Young Jeezy - The Inspiration / Explicit Version (2006)
(Ay, ay, ay, ay)
New shoes on the range rover, good one man (vroom) Motherfuckers acting like I ain't supposed to shine I ain't the one, definitely not the two (nope) One in the chamber when we aiming at you The young Bob Barker, the price is right If you C.O.D. then you could get them tonight Put the fish scale on the scale If Roy went postal, all he do is check mail (ha ha) Low key, under the radar Triple black 'Vet, yeah I call it the stealth No currency machine, I could count it myself Almost done, another quarter million in ones Thunder storm in the body-tap, look what I've done Chump change, I make it rain for fun (whats up) Snow man, get cha' hands up high It's ya' boy, Mr. 17-5 I take it back to the block, back to the kitchen, back to the pots Snow man, get cha' hands up high It's ya' boy, Mr. 17-5 I take it back to the block, back to the kitchen, back to the pots I get them bars out of the back of my mind (that's how) I reminisce like Mary J Even in the drought, the boy kept that yay 100 percent served, Snowman's word You can play my thug and my clientele (why) I'm addicted to that new car smell White cookies in a plastic bag New shoes on the coupe with the paper tag Whole life flash right before your eyes See the state troopers and get butterflies Got a thing for them Heckler and Koches A minute 14 and Rolex watches Somewhere in the back of my secret deranged brain I get a rush when I tote that 'cane Get money, Nigga fuck them haters All we fear is the discovery and inditement papers (whats up) Snow man, get cha' hands up high It's ya' boy, Mr. 17-5 I take it back to the block, back to the kitchen, back to the pots Snow man, get cha' hands up high It's ya' boy, Mr. 17-5 I take it back to the block, back to the kitchen, back to the pots I'm a grown ass man, I stand on my own two 200,000 cash, yeah, I'm buying my own team Right to your front door, operation so sweet I like little dude who keeps his money so neat But I still bury a nigga Put The Mask on, Jim Carey a nigga (Blaou) Swede ends in the Chevy, got me feelin' awkward Careful with the sweets, don't burn my seats You could live your whole life and not come close Guess that's why these rap niggas take notes Recite my adlibs, borrow my quotes Make me I hop a nigga, serve them with the toast Next, they be dressing like me But back in '93, they wasn't stressing like me (whats up) Snow man, get cha' hands up high It's ya' boy, Mr. 17-5 I take it back to the block, back to the kitchen, back to the pots Snow man, get cha' hands up high It's ya' boy, Mr. 17-5 I take it back to the block, back to the kitchen, back to the pots |
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from Young Jeezy - The Inspiration / Explicit Version (2006)
Yea yea ey yea I'm back muthafuckas Haha Haha Haha this sounds like one nigga I ain't tryna sale 10 million copies nigga I'm tryna sale a million 10 times nigga I told ya niggas I told this shit I told this shit What you say nigga I told you muthafuckas I'll be right back chea Shootin dice in my hood must of lost 8 stacks whew Ain't nothing to a G hope back in my mayback dammmnn But I'm only riding this cause the chevys in the shop haha 5-0-2 with the chrome and seats I'm so excited Ya damn right I can't wait yeaaa It's my birthday I got big cake thats right Rubrix Cube you know we keep them white squares heeey Catch me in the E a mill lookin for them bucks bucks They pay a 24 I'm on my way with the ducks yeep 26 inches make you sit up like a truck naw I use to give a damn but I never gave a fuck thats whats up I said that D boy bullshit yea I'm still on it I gotta half a brik left do anybody want it They goin for the 10 you can get em for the 8 Just holla at ya boy when you tryna get straight I said that D boy bullshit yea I'm still on it Think I gotta needle left do anybody want it They goin for the 5 you can get em for the 4 We keep it round here just let a nigga know I'm on the block all day with them blocks all day dammn Straight splurg up in linen should I shop all day eyyy Shut down champs did the food in product Yea its just a white tee but the shoes is product yeeeaa I gotta bag full of stones and a pocket full of pills Call me the x-men keep a pocket full of pills eyyy Imagine this so much ice and a watch how much You would of thought time froze whew Welcome to my life ya the first episode Never miss a beat I gotta mini time code Still count a quarter mill with my fuckin eyes cloesd dammmnn In one hand behind my back get a fuckin blind fold eyyy I said that D boy bullshit yea I'm still on it I gotta half a brik left do anybody want it They goin for the 10 you can get em for the 8 Just holla at ya boy when you tryna get straight I said that D boy bullshit yea I'm still on it Think I gotta needle left do anybody want it They goin for the 5 you can get em for the 4 We keep it round here just let a nigga know I'm so hot you know niggas ain't cool They could get new money like the first day of school Stay fresh like the first day of class 20 bricks and three choppas sold in one stash It'll cost ya 40 grand and ya gotta pay cash Them blunts burn slow but that paper come fast The garbage man you fuck nigga soo trash I'm first place you fuck niggas soo last In I'm back to the future fuck niggas soo past I know what you thinkin that muthafuckas so fast That boy Young Jeezy I'm suppose to cut Instead of gettin money nigga this how you suppose to look I said that D boy bullshit yea I'm still on it I gotta half a brik left do anybody want it They goin for the 10 you can get em for the 8 Just holla at ya boy when you tryna get straight I said that D boy bullshit yea I'm still on it Think I gotta needle left do anybody want it They goin for the 5 you can get em for the 4 We keep it round here just let a nigga know |
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from Young Jeezy - The Inspiration / Explicit Version (2006)
[Verse 1:] These Niggas Jus Hatin They Aint Talkin Bout Shyt(Shyt) Ima Grown Azz Man I Flip My Own Bricks(Eyy) I Dont Need Yo Help I Can Own My Own Dick(Haha) Aint No Muthafucka Help Me Write My Rhymes(Nope) Aint Nan Nigga Pay For My Studio Time(Naw) See Me At The Top Wanna Claim My Fame(Damnn) Nigga Took My Chain Ya Muthafuckin Right(Right) U Betta Off Sayin A Nigga Took My Life(Yaaa) Ya Wanna Sasinate My Character But I Aint Actin(Eyyyy) It Aint Addin Up So U Niggas Subtractin(Chea) Big Said It First Mo Money Mo Problems(Problems) The Way I See It Mo Problems Mo Money(Eyyy) [Hook:] I Got The Streets On Lock Atlanta On My Back I Do It For Tha Hood U Gotta Problem Wit Dat Real Niggas Alwayz Rap Shyt Easy When I Speak These Niggas Belive Me Cuz Bitch Im Jeezy [Verse 2:] Eyes Wide Shut I Dont See Dese Niggas(No) Cuz Deep N Ya Heart Ya Wanna B Me Nigga(Yaaaa) Wanna Stand In My Shoes Wanna Fuck My Hoes(Eyy) Wanna Live My Life Wanna Rock My Shows(Nooo) Ya Young Punks Wit Cha Loose Ass Lips(Whew) I Keep A A-R Wit Them Loose Ass Clips(Pow) What Type Of Real Nigga Name Himself Afta A Bag(Huh?) Nigga You's A Hoe A Louis Vuitton Fag(Haha) My Name Aint Dick So Keep It Out Ya Mouth(Damnnn) It Is What It Is Look I Am Tha South(Dat's Right) Big Mack You Niggas Small Fries(Yaaaa) U Just Anotha Nigga Im Mo Lyke A Franchize(Dats Wutsup) [Hook] [Verse 3:] I Was Born In The Fields Raised In Atlanta Pop Bust A Nut Years So I Waz Made In Atlanta |
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from Young Jeezy - The Inspiration / Explicit Version (2006)
<i>[Intro]</i>
Wassup? Hahaaa Yeah! Yes! It's real talk, can I talk to y'all for a minute? I was in the streets the other day, I had a homie come through and he ask me Say "Yo! Everybody listen to you, everybody all ears, what you gonna do to give back?" I told him "Look homie, I'm ten steps ahead of you, if not thirty" Real talk, listen up, I got one song, let's make it right, let's go <i>[Verse 1]</i> I'm high on life and a fifth of Remy From the city where them young niggas die skinny Keep work on deck if you need any Just holler at them boys cause they keep plenty, follow me! Got the weight of the world on my shoulders And I swear it feels like ten thousand boulders And it's so heavy, but I'm so ready Feels like I was born for this If not, at least I'll die for it They said I couldn't do it but I'll still try for it The big question is what can I do for the youth? Everybody lyin to 'em so I told 'em the truth <i>[Hook]</i> "I'm a hustler!" So, one man, one stage, one mic One song, one chance to get it right I really thank y'all, we gon' see the night And I think I know the way, follow me "I got hustle!" One man, one stage, one mic One song, one chance to get it right I really thank y'all, we gon' see the night And I think I know the way, follow me "I'm a hustler!" <i>[Verse 2]</i> Real niggas don't die, they go to the Feds Fresh out, right back chasin bread My life's so hard, so concrete I was raised by 'em homie, that's why I think so street Take me for instance My life is not about you, think me for instance I did the impossible, I made it out Got dealt a bad hand but I played it out I'm a left lane nigga, my life's so fast Now I'm thinking holmes, got my right blinker on Spread my word, got my Kirk Franklin on Stuntin in traffic like "This my car" Sometimes I wonder how I made it this far Life's a bitch so I'm tryna wife her Just ball around, you know, buy her some things Lovin every minute of it, still breakin chains <i>[Hook]</i> <i>[Verse 3]</i> Y'all my brush, let me paint a perfect picture Gotta pay attention cause it's three dimensional Same picture, see it one of three ways Let it marinate, it might take a few days They say all I talk about is drugs and violence So I shouldn't say nothin? Get a moment of silence If it don't make dollars, it don't make cents/sense Words to live by, took it out of context They say your pass is your present and your present is your cash So I look forward to the future Get a lil' paper your baby momma won't have Part of the college so I need a forecast Where's the weatherman at when you need him? A hungry nigga eat anything you feed him A rich nigga will buy anything you sell him And a broke nigga believe anything you fuckin tell him <i>[Hook]</i> |
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from Young Jeezy - The Inspiration / Explicit Version (2006)
Ay bruh I'm a tell you on some real shit homie You know what I'm sayin you can't let this shit get to you dog Know what I'm sayin it aint no pressure out there my nigga Everybody fucks wit you cause of what you do my nigga What you say what you speak on these motherfuckin beats nigga Only thing I can motherfuckin tell you on some real G shit Is to stay focused and let these niggaz know you still the Realest nigga alive You could see it in my eyes I aint playin wit em homie Yeah I'm strapp't when I ride You real nigga yeah he keep it way hood To govern a bitch I make Georgia look good Those a hundred proof nigga tell you differet he a liar Drop 1 album see the world on fire I will not stop and I wont retire You niggaz smoke good but I stay higher Take em back to the white lex bubble Could of told back then that dem boys was in trouble Trend setter like the boy Don Can I started makin dollars then it started makin cents I used to share my room with the roaches and the rats My lil cousin Paul and my uncle Po Slick Used to get em by the hunderds nigga you can ask Slick Bet Jeezy pack the dough homie just like Vick You Know What It Is I can't even lie A day like this Hey it's gonna be a hell of a night Homie you know what it is Cause I'm so fly Ya eyes don't lie You fukin wit a gangsta tonight Baby you know what It is I can't even lie A day like this Hey it's gonna be a hell of a night Homie you know what it is Cause I'm so high My eyes don't lie You fuckin wit a gangsta tonight Baby you know what It is I gave em my heart they lent me they ears This is the best gangsta shit that you've heard in years I try to told dem niggaz keep one in the plastic July 26 ya boy delivered a classic I walk through the fire gasoline doors I dun seen everything nigga and i dun sold it all New whips every month nigga i dun drove it all Pocket full of bread nigga bet i blow it all And then we go to jail and think about it all Nuthin else to do so we ball till we fall Baby on the way I'm just waitn on the call Told her bring her her friends we gon run through em all Lets get it she know what it is I can't even lie A day like this Hey it's gonna be a hell of a night Homie you know what it is Cause I'm so fly Ya eyes don't lie You fukin wit a gangsta tonight Baby you know what It is I can't even lie A day like this Yey it's gonna be a hell of a night Homie you know what it is Cause I'm so high My eyes don't lie You fuckin wit a gangsta tonight Baby you know what It is I'm ya hoods last hopes I'm the El Capi tan Ask about me in the city I'm the motherfuckin man Head above war we call it 10 doors down We hustle right here work 10 doors down Live life like a I call it the big game Invesignate it for me I call it the big change I sleep when I'm gone yeah I'm tryna get to it It's like a Nike campagne the way ya boy just do it Aye the paper keeps coming yeah it flows like fluid Get a 50 pack and we run right through it Make dem boys tuck it in cause I'm all iced out 87 32 yeah you know what I'm about HA HA you know what it is I can't even lie A day like this Hey it's gonna be a hell of a night Homie you know what it is Cause I'm so fly Ya eyes don't lie You fukin wit a gangsta tonight |
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from Young Jeezy - The Inspiration / Explicit Version (2006)
When I Done It U Kno I Did It To Death So Jus Sit Back N Hold Ya Breath I Dont Kno Bout Dem I Really Ran These Streets So Listen Up This Shyt Get Deep U Kno Im Smokin The Best I Aint Got To Brag The Young Fly Nigga Wit Tha Georgia Swag The Seats Swed So Is The Pipe N Try Tell Minisota Show Us Tha Vikings Inside So Soft Cant Belive Its Not Butter Snowman Bitch Did I Stu Stu Studder Came Straight From The Hood Right To The Big Screen The Way Da Boy Ball We'll Swear He Had Hoop Dreams No Grants No Scholarships Had To Make My Own Way I Still Stake Dem Chips The Homie From The Block Put Me Down With Da Knowlege Straight To Tha Pros Ya I Swerve Past College What U Talkin Bout Livin My Life N Ima Get It All No Matter The Price Haha When I Did It U Kno I Done It Da Best Sit Back Jus Hold Ya Breath Jus Hold Ya Breath What U Talkin Bout Changin The Game In Show U How These Rappin Ass Niggas Is Lames Eyyyyy When I Did It U Kno I Done It Da Best Sit Back Jus Hold Ya Breath Jus Hold Ya Breath They Say Da Blacker The Berry The Sweeter The Juice I Say The Blacker The Rims The Sweeter The Coupe Whew Echooo The Money Goes Out That Sack Comes In Innnn I Cant Even Lie I Do It All Again Yaaaaaaaa I Flip The Rap Game Jus Like The Work Eyyyyy And It Was Snow White Jus Like My Shirt Counted So Much Paper Seen So Many Haterz Naw Seen Bricks Stacked Tall Az Sky Scrapers Damnnnn God Damn Dats High Yaaa Done Everything I Said So I Am That Fly That's Right Every Dude Waz A Troop Tell Me Who Came Realer The Word On The Street Is That Im Still That Nigga What U Talkin Bout Livin My Life N Ima Get It All No Matter The Price Haha When I Did It U Kno I Done It Da Best Sit Back Jus Hold Ya Breath Jus Hold Ya Breath What U Talkin Bout Changin The Game In Show U How These Rappin Ass Niggas Is Lames Eyyyyy When I Did It U Kno I Done It Da Best Sit Back Jus Hold Ya Breath Jus Hold Ya Breath Between Luv N Hate Theres A Thin Azz Line I Think We All Can Agree Last Summer Waz Mine N If Ya Dont Say My Name Den U Wastin Ya Tyme N If I Dont Rub My Watch Then Im Wastin My Shine Spend A Hundred On A Homie Den Sit Tha Time A Few Mill Before The Deal In Im Still On Da Grind The Cridits Criditsize Me Cuz A Nigga Talkin Yay I Aint Suga Coatin Shyt This Is Who I Am Nigga U Been To Da A Seen Me Makin It Rain Seen It Wit Ya Own Eyes U Kno Dis Shit Aint A Game So U Niggas Listen Closely To What Im Sayin If Ya Game Aint Money Den I Aint Playin What U Talkin Bout Livin My Life N Ima Get It All No Matter The Price Haha When I Did It U Kno I Done It Da Best Sit Back Jus Hold Ya Breath Jus Hold Ya Breath What U Talkin Bout Changin The Game In Show U How These Rappin Ass Niggas Is Lames Eyyyyy When I Did It U Kno I Done It Da Best Sit Back Jus Hold Ya Breath Jus Hold Ya Breath |
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from Mariah Carey - Shake It Off (Remixes) [single] (2007)
[Chorus]
I gotta shake it off Cause the loving ain't the same And you keep on playing games Like you know I'm here to stay I gotta shake it off Just like the Calgon commercial I really gotta get up outta here And go somewhere I gotta shake it off Gotta make that move Find somebody who Appreciates all the love I give Boy I gotta shake it off Gotta do what's best for me Baby and that means I gotta shake it off By the time you get this message It's gonna be too late So don't bother paging me 'Cause I'll be on my way See, I grabbed all my diamonds and clothes Just ask your momma she knows You're gonna miss me baby Hate to say I told you so Well at first I didn't know But now it's clear to me You would cheat with all your freaks And lie compulsively So I packed up my Louie Vuitton Jumped in your ride and took off You'll never ever find a girl Who loves you more than me [Chorus] I gotta shake it off Cause the loving ain't the same And you keep on playing games Like you know I'm here to stay I gotta shake it off Just like the Calgon commercial I really gotta get up outta here And go somewhere I gotta shake it off Gotta make that move Find somebody who Appreciates all the love I give Boy I gotta shake it off Gotta do what's best for me Baby and that means I gotta shake it off [Bridge] I gotta shake, shake, shake, shake, shake it Off... I found out about a gang Of your dirty little deeds With this one and that one By the pool, on the beach, in the streets Heard y'all was Hold up my phone's breakin' up I'ma hang up and call the machine right back I gotta get this off of my mind You wasn't worth my time So I'm leaving you behind Cause I need a real love in my life Save this recording because I'm never coming back home Baby I'm gone Don't cha know [Chorus] I gotta shake it off Cause the loving ain't the same And you keep on playing games Like you know I'm here to stay I gotta shake it off Just like the Calgon commercial I really gotta get up outta here And go somewhere I gotta shake it off Gotta make that move Find somebody who Appreciated all the love I give Boy I gotta shake it off Gotta do what's best for me Baby and that means I gotta shake it off [Bridge] [Chorus] [Bridge] |
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from Birdman - 5 * Stunna (2007)
DJ Khaled
Dis for da hood, Dis for da ghetto Dis for all dem niggas gettin dat money Dat cash money, Dat 100 million dollar money We got money We da best Rick Ross Ridin big, gettin mine Two microwaves flip a brick at a time Bandana on da handle ready for da whip When I wear da whitest soft watch it disappear I disappear in da middle of da night When I reappear bet da boss look so bright Fo life, dough boy, More strikes, O boy We ridin low, Gettin high 80 round drum let ya know da time When you see da Maybachs nigga know its mine Ridin on da 2 4's runnin ahead of my time Watch runnin from kind, Anotha one on my mind Phone bill 4 grand get ya ho in da line In da hood ho niggas act funny Only real niggas really get to touch cash money Cool, Dr. Dre I spend about 100 million dollars, 100 million dollars, 100 million dollars And I came from da ghetto (ghetto), and I came from da ghetto (ghetto) If ya ghetto, throw ya hood up, If ya ghetto, throw ya hood up If ya ghetto, throw ya hood up, If ya ghetto, throw ya hood up If ya ghetto Birdman Everyday a new whip hommie, So you know I gets my shine on Flip after we flip hommie, So you know I gets my grind on Birdman daddy, Pullin up in dat brand new Cadi Got money, livin lavish, Got bitches, shippin baggage Move dem thangs, Get dem thangs, Switch dat lane Get dat chains, Flip dem thangs, Get yo money hommie do yo thang See I got em like 10 times, spend money got em like 10 times Flip dat got em like 10 times, Got money lik 10 more times nigga Cool, Dr. Dre I spend about 100 million dollars, 100 million dollars, 100 million dollars And I came from da ghetto (ghetto), and I came from da ghetto (ghetto) If ya ghetto, throw ya hood up, If ya ghetto, throw ya hood up If ya ghetto, throw ya hood up, If ya ghetto, throw ya hood up If ya ghetto Young Jeezy I'm from da ghetto, da bottoms, da hood, da slums There's money out here, we just tryin to get some Cool like Dre nigga, A like K When ya talk about me you better watch what ya say Don't ever keep dem thangs where ya lay Cuz dem pussy ass niggas show da folks where ya stay Ya thought he was ya dawg, said he was a G Sounds like anotha code feeling to me Niggas move sloppy and I really don't like it F**k around and get everybody inedited Saw dis shit commin, you woulda thought I was a psychic F**k around go dead broke tryin to fight it Lil Wayne I, I, I all nighted, I every dayed it And when it comes to my dues, I over payed it Rated hood bitch, Bitch I'm hood bitch I aint a asshole, but I'm on some hood shit I wish I would switch, I don't know how Blood gang sworm like a red ant pile Mean mug, like I can't smile Like my grill big, Coast me a 100 thou Cool, Dr. Dre I spend about 100 million dollars, 100 million dollars, 100 million dollars And I came from da ghetto (ghetto), and I came from da ghetto (ghetto) If ya ghetto, throw ya hood up, If ya ghetto, throw ya hood up If ya ghetto, throw ya hood up, If ya ghetto, throw ya hood up If ya ghetto DJ Khaled Cash Money Millionaires, Cash Money Billionaires, Cash Money Trillionaires We rich, We aint neva gone stop, Neva We got money nigga |
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from Usher - Love In This Club (2008)
Gotta do it for the ladies and I gotta keep it hood
Where we at Polo (Ay) I see you Ryan ... you was right But we just gettin started You see you searching for somebody That`ll take you out and do you right Well come here baby and let daddy show you what it feel like You know all you gotta do is tell me what you sippin` on And I promise that I`m gonna keep it comin` all night long Lookin` in your eyes while you walk the other side And I think that shorty I`ve got a thing for you Doin` it on purpose winding and workin` it I can tell by the way you lookin` at me girl I wanna make love in this club (make love in this club, in this club, in this club) I wanna make love in this club (in this club, in this club, in this club) You got some friends rollin` wit you baby then that`s cool You can leave them with my niggas let em know that I got you If you didn`t know, you`re the only thing that`s on my mind Cuz the way I`m staring miss you Got me wantin to give it to you all night Lookin` in your eyes while you walk the other side I can`t take it no more baby I`m coming for you You keep doin` it on purpose winding and working it If we close our eyes it could be just me and you I wanna make love (in this club, in this club, in this club) I wanna make love (in this club, in this club, in this club) I wanna make love (in this club, in this club, in this club) I wanna make love in this club (in this club, in this club) I`m what you want, I`m what you need He got you trapped, I`ll set you free Sexually, mentally, physically, emotionally I`ll be like your medicine, you`ll take every dose of me It`s going down on aisle 3, I`ll bag you like some groceries And every time you think about it You gon` want some more of me About to hit the club, make a movie yeah rated R Pulled up like a trap star, that`s if you have yo regular car You wanna make love to a thug in the club with his Sice on 87 jeans and a fresh pair of Nikes on On the couch, on the table, on the bar, or on the floor You can meet me in the bathroom yeah you know I`m trying go Tonight it`s ... If we keep touching like this I know you scared they don`t know what we doin Keep it up girl I swear I`ma give it to you none stop And I don`t care who`s watchin ......... I wanna make love (in this club, in this club, in this club) I wanna make love (in this club, in this club, in this club) I wanna make love (in this club, in this club, in this club) |
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from Mariah Carey 11집 - E=Mc² (2008)
It's M C and Y J Another hit okay We lookin' fine takin' off Saw us on a runway On any given Sunday Monday Tuesday They try to confuse me I never let 'em use me I was a girl you was a man I was too young to understand I was naive I just believed Everything that you told me Said you were strong Then I found out that you were weak Keepin' me there under your thumb Cause you were scared that I'd become much More than you could handle Shining like a chandelier That decorated every room inside The private hell we built And I dealt with it Like a kid I wished I could fly away But instead I kept my tears inside Cause I knew if I started I'd keep crying For the rest of my life with you I finally built up the strength to walk away Don't regret it but I still live with the side effects When I space am I still dreaming 'bout them violent times Still little protective 'bout the people that I let inside Still little defensive thinkin' 'bout me tryin' to run my life Still little depressed inside I fake a smile and deal with the side effects Side effects Side effects Side effects It didn't stop no one was there Couldn't be real had to keep quiet Once in awhile put up a fight It's just too much night after night After awhile I would just lie You wasn't wrong said you was right Did what I could just to survive Couldn't believe this was my life Flickering like a candle Do my best to handle sleeping with the enemy Whether he was smothering every last part of me So I broke away and finally found the strength to leave kept my tears inside Cause I knew if I started I'd keep crying For the rest of my life with you I finally built up the strength to walk away Don't regret it but I still live with the side effects When I space am I still dreaming 'bout them violent times Still little protective 'bout the people that I let inside Still little defensive thinkin' 'bout me tryin' to run my life Still little depressed inside I fake a smile and deal with the side effects Side effects Side effects Side effects Hey hey hey Let's go Hey Mafnifico or should I say Mafnificent Ain't nothing worth your happiness And I ain't caring who you're with Misery love company so we ain't tryin' to hang with y'all Hurt you if ya let 'em in Gotta keep ya sucka smilin' Keep tryin' to play I tell him I ain't blowin' tho Think they want me outta here I tell 'em I ain't goin' tho Side effects be drowsiness Loneliness How is this I think the call it hateration What can you prescribe for this Forgive but I can't forget Every day I deal with this I live with the side efffects But I ain't gonna let them get the best of me Forgive but I can't forget Every day I deal with this I live with the side efffects But I ain't gonna let them get the best of me Kept my tears inside Cause I knew if I started I'd keep crying For the rest of my life with you I finally built up the strength to walk away Don't regret it but I still live with the side effects When I space am I still dreaming 'bout them violent times Still little protective 'bout the people that I let inside Still little defensive thinkin' 'bout me tryin' to run my life Still little depressed inside I fake a smile and deal with the side effects Side effects Side effects Side effects |
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from Usher - Here I Stand (2008)
Gotta do it for the ladies and I gotta keep it hood
Where we at Polo (Ay) I see you Ryan ... you was right But we just gettin started You see you searching for somebody That`ll take you out and do you right Well come here baby and let daddy show you what it feel like You know all you gotta do is tell me what you sippin` on And I promise that I`m gonna keep it comin` all night long Lookin` in your eyes while you walk the other side And I think that shorty I`ve got a thing for you Doin` it on purpose winding and workin` it I can tell by the way you lookin` at me girl I wanna make love in this club (make love in this club, in this club, in this club) I wanna make love in this club (in this club, in this club, in this club) You got some friends rollin` wit you baby then that`s cool You can leave them with my niggas let em know that I got you If you didn`t know, you`re the only thing that`s on my mind Cuz the way I`m staring miss you Got me wantin to give it to you all night Lookin` in your eyes while you walk the other side I can`t take it no more baby I`m coming for you You keep doin` it on purpose winding and working it If we close our eyes it could be just me and you I wanna make love (in this club, in this club, in this club) I wanna make love (in this club, in this club, in this club) I wanna make love (in this club, in this club, in this club) I wanna make love in this club (in this club, in this club) I`m what you want, I`m what you need He got you trapped, I`ll set you free Sexually, mentally, physically, emotionally I`ll be like your medicine, you`ll take every dose of me It`s going down on aisle 3, I`ll bag you like some groceries And every time you think about it You gon` want some more of me About to hit the club, make a movie yeah rated R Pulled up like a trap star, that`s if you have yo regular car You wanna make love to a thug in the club with his Sice on 87 jeans and a fresh pair of Nikes on On the couch, on the table, on the bar, or on the floor You can meet me in the bathroom yeah you know I`m trying go Tonight it`s ... If we keep touching like this I know you scared they don`t know what we doin Keep it up girl I swear I`ma give it to you none stop And I don`t care who`s watchin ......... I wanna make love (in this club, in this club, in this club) I wanna make love (in this club, in this club, in this club) I wanna make love (in this club, in this club, in this club) |
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from Usher - Here I Stand (2008)
(T.I.)
I wanna see ya late night when the club stay hyped how ya dance on the floor make me wanna lay pipe(?) look so good, smell so nice how ya throw ya legs up in the air so high feel so good been there no lie cant break my bank dont care go try gotta watch and a bottle of patron on ice take one of these and begin your flight neva had so much fun in yo life help me help you get it in dont fight everything you like gettn done all night make DJ's play this song all night butt so round wanna touch that now owned my own club I shut that down just to watch you go up and down hit it from behind when you look back 'round give it to ya real cuz i love that sound you was a good girl you a nympho now hey try to keep up with the tempo now I beat that thang up then slow down hey pull your hair smack your rear baby chill just let go have no fear want you so bad im so sincere dont care who sees lets go get geared (Chorus) I wanna make love in this club 'ey (in this club 'ey in this club 'ey) I wanna make love in this club 'ey (in this club 'ey in this club 'ey) I wanna make love in this club 'ey (in this club 'ey in this club 'ey) I wanna make love in this club 'ey (in this club 'ey in this club 'ey) (Usher) (Listen) Got some friends rollin’ wit you baby then thats cool (thats cool, thats cool) You can leave em wit my niggaz let em know that I got you (got u, got u) If you didn’t know, you’re the only thing that’s on my mind (my mind, my mind) Cuz the way you staring miss you got me wantin to give it to you all night (hook) Lookin’ in your eyes while you on the other side I cant take it no more baby im comin for you You keep doin’ it on purpose whindin and workin’ it If we close our eyes it could be just me and you (Chorus) I wanna make love in this club 'ey (in this club 'ey in this club 'ey) I wanna make love in this club 'ey (in this club 'ey in this club 'ey) I wanna make love in this club 'ey (in this club 'ey in this club 'ey) I wanna make love in this club 'ey (in this club 'ey in this club 'ey) (Young Jeezy) I’m what you want, I’m what you need He got you trapped, I’ll set you free Sexually, mentally, physically, emotionally I’ll be like your medicine, you’ll take every dose of me It’s going down on isle 3. I’ll bag you like some groceries And every time you think about it you gon’ want some more of me Bout to hit the club, make a movie yeah rated R Pulled up like a trap star, thats if you had (in the car) Have you ever made love to a thug in the club with his sights on? 87 Jeans and a fresh pair of Nikes on On the couch, on the table, on the bar, or on the floor You can meet me in the bathroom yeah you know I’m tryna go (usher) Might as well give me a kiss, if we keep touchin like this i know you scared baby, They dont know what we doin Lets both get undressed right here, keep it up girl i swear, imma give it to you non stop and i dont care, who's watchin...watchin...watchin (watchin watchin...ohhhh...in this club, on the floor, baby's just makin love) (Chorus) I wanna make love in this club 'ey (in this club 'ey in this club 'ey) I wanna make love in this club 'ey (in this club 'ey in this club 'ey) (lovin in...lovin in this club. 'eyyy...yea...ey..ey..love...in the club..in the club, ur the one, can u freak me babe?) (ey) X7 (usher) in the back, on the side, in the front. ya ya ya ya |
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