[Wale:] Mmm-mirror tell me I'm the realest Since all these other niggas gg-gimmicks ll-lyrics Its all gun bustin, its such a lack of the subject. C-could I be that nigga rejuvinatin l-lovers Ddd-did I stutter the missing piece of the puzzle Feel like the only rapper that look at you with no trouble Its easy on TV make them believe what they be seeing M-mirrors never lie so they keep eyes up on they re-runs For fear of what you show them, reality is golden Real recognize real, you need some IV's to be noticed tho One of the coldest to mix pro-tools with your vocals What the fans can't see that mm-mirror gon notice back
[Wale:] Mirror mirror on the wall, who the realest of them all That aint hard, swear to God. These niggas aint real at all Mirror mirror on the wall, Is it right, is it wrong? It aint hard, swear to God, these niggas aint real at all
[Bun B:] Mirror mirror on the wall, who the realest of them all That aint hard, swear to God, these niggas aint real at all Mirror mirror on the wall, Is it right, is it wrong? It aint hard, swear to God. These niggas aint real at all
[Bun B:] Say there Mr. Mirror, put yourself up to yourself and in Just take a look at the reflection thats reflectin in Your own physical, superficial not spiritual All the possessions you possess, and they can't keep your spirit full You need to hear it fool, but you dont want to listen cuz You so f-full of your-s-self and you just sit and judge You point em out, and call em up, and then s-sit em down Then you put fertalizer, lyin, spread the shit around But if you took a second Mr. Mirror, you would see That you just mad at you man, you aint really mad at me You took the hatred of yourself and just projected out No disrespect, you can't respect yourself then just get out For real, you need to go away just like the rain song Cuz you f-frontin and f-fakin its just plain wrong So Mr. Mirror, man I'm just gon keep it G If you can't look up at yourself, How the fuck you lookin at me, mane.
[Bun B:] Mirror mirror on the wall, who the realest of them all That aint hard, swear to God, these niggas aint real at all Mirror mirror on the wall, Is it right, is it wrong? It is not hard, swear to God. These niggas aint real at all
[Wale:] Mirror mirror on the wall, who the realest of them all That aint hard, swear to God, these niggas aint real at all Mirror mirror on the wall, Is it right, is it wrong? It aint hard, swear to God. These niggas aint real at all
[Wale:] Mmm-mirror, tt-tell me she the realest. I met her in the club and she wouldn't let me in it S-seen her in a video, seen her in a magazine See me I aint frontin', we aint see them titties last week So far you nasty, ff-fuck you call that? I call that insecure, sh-sh-shawty think she all that. ff-fuck outta here, thats how they gettin gas '09 Gold Diggers, walkin with a different path Find a dummy, wrap him up, let him fuck, suck him up Gettin good graces, take his money, aa-another one No longer (Caffera?), Surgery and maskera Looking at your money, but c-can't look up in that mirror Fearin what it show you, reality is gold Real recognize real, real women dont know you One of the coldest, the gracing On that pole What them tempers dont see, I bet that mirror gon show you.
Mirror mirror on the wall, who's the realest of them all That aint hard, swear to God, these niggas aint real at all Mirror mirror on the wall, Is it right, is it wrong? It aint hard, swear to God. These niggas aint real at all
Mirror mirror on the wall, who's the realest of them all That aint hard, swear to God, these niggas aint real at all Mirror mirror on the wall, Is it right, is it wrong? It aint hard, swear to God. These niggas aint real at all
It's that raw shit That'll start a mosh pit Head bangers get to spazzin' out And be like, "Aww shit." [x4]
This that war tihs From the King of Darkness Can't stop this mob shit Awfully heartless In a minute, toxic, caustic Coulda lost your optic With a millimeter boss Get soft in it Pissed off this mosh pit
Einstein, Tech N9ne shines Behind thine rhymes (I'm signed to mine flyin')? To find fine wine I can design lines That'll get me to climb dimes (Pieces, them fine beetches Never tweet and just grind blind)?
Get up out this pit You without sickness Better get in the back of me Before your mouth get split Never look at a killer nigga When you're on the curb ????????? Get to pokin' out With some ladies do Think they man enough With a gun they be through But if Tecca N9na said He (crew)? with it In a blink, I would do A 180 too
(We off what we all)? Sick and (frost pit)? Everybody bosses and y'all is NAUSEOUS! Be cautious We all trip and raw It's brawl til we fall in this mosh pit AWWW SHIT!
It's that raw shit That'll start a mosh pit Head bangers get to spazzin' out And be like, "Aww shit."
[x4]
In the middle of nothingness I'm the light in the void Sittin' on big rims, swollen Like they been takin' some 'roids You scared partner Cause you look kinda noyed Like I'm about to put hands on you Like Pretty Boy Floyd
I got 'em sick mayne Somebody call a specialist Tell these haters, "Fall back And get up off that extra shit" Who want what with us? You gon' be the next to get Smashed up but your (cuffers)? on it You'lla buy the naked shit
Quit acting like what it is is And it's gon' be And you got no say in this situation It's all me They know me well from Third World To Zone Three And we gon' take this movement From Long Island to Long Beach
Two trill, Wes is on the horizon So when the sun shinin' on us It shouldn't be so surprisin' You know we plan on you demisin' So playa you gon' be six feet and under While I'm 300 feet and risin', BITCH!
(We off what we all)? Sick and (frost pit)? Everybody bosses and y'all is NAUSEOUS! Be cautious We all trip and raw It's brawl til we fall in this mosh pit AWWW SHIT!
It's that raw shit That'll start a mosh pit Head bangers get to spazzin' out And be like, "Aww shit." [x4]
It's that raw shit That'll start a mosh pit Head bangers get to spazzin' out And be like, "Aww shit." [x4]
This that war this From the King of Darkness Can't stop this mob shit Awfully heartless In a minute, toxic, caustic Coulda lost your optic With a millimeter boss Get soft in it Pissed off this mosh pit
Einstein, Tech N9ne shines Behind thine rhymes (I'm signed to mine flyin')? To find fine wine I can design lines That'll get me to climb dimes (Pieces, them fine beetches Never tweet and just grind blind)?
Get up out this pit You without sickness Better get in the back of me Before your mouth get split Never look at a killer nigga When you're on the curb ?? Get to pokin' out With some ladies do Think they man enough With a gun they be through But if Tecca N9na said He (crew)? with it In a blink, I would do A 180 too
(We off what we all)? Sick and (frost pit)? Everybody bosses and y'all is NAUSEOUS! Be cautious We all trip and raw It's brawl til we fall in this mosh pit AWWW SHIT!
It's that raw shit That'll start a mosh pit Head bangers get to spazzin' out And be like, "Aww shit."
[x4]
In the middle of nothingness I'm the light in the void Sittin' on big rims, swollen Like they been takin' some 'roids You scared partner Cause you look kinda noyed Like I'm about to put hands on you Like Pretty Boy Floyd
I got 'em sick mayne Somebody call a specialist Tell these haters, "Fall back And get up off that extra shit" Who want what with us? You gon' be the next to get Smashed up but your (cuffers)? on it You'lla buy the naked shit
Quit acting like what it is is And it's gon' be And you got no say in this situation It's all me They know me well from Third World To Zone Three And we gon' take this movement From Long Island to Long Beach
Two trill, Wes is on the horizon So when the sun shinin' on us It shouldn't be so surprisin' You know we plan on you demisin' So playa you gon' be six feet and under While I'm 300 feet and risin', BITCH!
(We off what we all)? Sick and (frost pit)? Everybody bosses and y'all is NAUSEOUS! Be cautious We all trip and raw It's brawl til we fall in this mosh pit AWWW SHIT!
It's that raw shit That'll start a mosh pit Head bangers get to spazzin' out And be like, "Aww shit." [x4]
Chorus: That candy paint, that candy paint, 84's That candy paint, that candy paint, 84's, built in ? chrome grille, leather seats, ?, tv screens and wooded wheels (x4)
E-40: That candy paint, smoking that dank, beats so loud bystanders faint Neighborhood watch call and complain, Hate on my big fat ass bank Po-po pull me over say you a rap singer I know you smoke weed, let me smell your finger Linger, that the green thumb jars got a valid registration and my cannibus card I'm challenged, got candy paint on my harley, harley ?.and truck, jet ski's boats and old school cut' (cutlass) Looking for a top shelf not know ? That candy paint, gotta go can't believe their eyes Drank and drank, flabbergasted mesmerize Digital dash, havin' my cash Secret stash for my strap Gotta shake these suckers and watch my back I'm slapping so hard my windshield cracked, windshield cracked? windshield cracked I'm slapping so hard my windshield cracked My old b**ch joalous, put my tires on a ?
Chorus
Slim Thug: Gon' show them boyz how we rollin' mane, I'm addicted to this flossin' that why all my rides so awesome I keep that big 'lac bossin it don't matter what it's costing Tossing deuces out the roof, but that coupe While i ride by, players chunking deuces back
Bobs holl'in out "hi" Feel like i'm up in the sky, yo all know that bay green 40 got them going ? when we pull up on the scene Candy paint, looking clean, fo's looking king size Heads turn while i drive it's like they can't believe their eyes It's that that boy thugger and that bad motherfucker Swanging banging riding dirty screwed & chopped on them suckers Flipping flipping looking good, diamonds diamonds 'gainst the wood From the Texas to the Cali, catch me tipping through the hood
Chorus
Bun B of UGK: It's Houston Texas that's the city where we ride the greatest Gripping grain, drippin' stain, turning up, rober davis That old school great tape, a trunk poppa plate scrapa Hustler and a grinder every day i'm trying to make paper I'm from pa represent for UGK and i'm riding for my city like it's rapper ? I got homies on the west i got homies in detroit Matter of fact these gladiators are all over, all day Sittin in that candy paint sideways, Pull up outta my driveway Drop that top and let them jock, then head on out on that highway Turn up some rig shot, or maybe swisher house Now pass the kush & dump the swisha out it's going down
[T-Pain] Welcome to my hood (Where the hood at) (Where the hood at) Welcome to my hood Everybody know everybody And if I got it everybody got it
Welcome to my hood Look at all these old school Chevy's 24?s so you know we roll heavy
Welcome to my hood They outside playing hopscotch And every know this is the hot spot
Welcome to my hood Them boys will put you down on your knees (Woop, woop) That's the sound of the police In my hood
[Rick Ross] Audemar on my wrist Diamond, look like they glowing 50 stacks, all singles, I make it look like its snowing Black unmarked cars, gotta peep how they playin' Treat 'em like jack boys, catch 'em slippin' then slay 'em Lord forgive me for my sins, that's my confessions if they put me in this benz I got possession of a federal offence I'm talking pressure in my criminal intent So wear ya vest's and I'm still gon' stunt Like it aint no tomorrow, f-ck ya house note n-gga Blow that bitch on a bottle The Ferrari just a front, got the Lambo in the back Tell you "we the best forever" DJ Khaled handle that
[T-Pain - Chorus]
[Plies] I know some n-ggas from my hood that would rob Norieaga I'm talkin' Norieaga, n-gga, the real Norieaga If you aint from the hood, bitch, than stop impersonating us And tell congress when you see 'em I'm stealin' cable And leave the D-Boys alone 'cause they motivate us And why is the half of my whole hood on papers Some are on house arrest, some are on child support Some of 'em did they bit, the other half waiting to go to court Mr Landlord we gon bust your ass with an eviction note Better have the police with you dog, if you came to repo I'm talking strip clubs, I'm talking liquor stores We throw our money round here, but y'all can...
[T-Pain - Chorus]
[Lil Wayne] Bitch I'm on probation, so my nerves bad And they say time fly's, well mine's first class I landed in the sky, I fell from the streets I talk a lot of sh-t and practice what I preach Back from hell, cell 23, tell the warden kiss my ass Pockets on Monique Bitch I'm from the murder capital Hoe, I'm far from practical Shit happens and since I'm the shit, I'm who it happens to Young Money, Cash Money, blood bitch, I'm red hot I don't see nobody, see nobody like a head shot All that bullshit is for the birds, throw some bread out Got it sewn up, check the thread count
I fly like paper, get high like planes If you catch me at the border I got visas in my name If you come around here, I make 'em all day I'll get one done in a second if you wait
I fly like paper, get high like planes If you catch me at the border I got visas in my name If you come around here, I make 'em all day I'll get one done in a second if you wait
Sometimes I think sittin' on trains Every step I get to I'm clockin' that game Everyone's a winner we're making our fame Bona fide hustler making my name
Sometimes I think sittin' on trains Every step I get to I'm clockin' that game Everyone's a winner we're making our fame Bona fide hustler making my name
All I wanna do is (bang) (bang) (bang) (bang) And a (click) (ching) And take your money
All I wanna do is (bang) (bang) (bang) (bang) And a (click) (ching) And take your money
All I wanna do is (bang) (bang) (bang) (bang) And a (click) (ching) And take your money
All I wanna do is (bang) (bang) (bang) (bang) And a (click) (ching) And take your money
Pirate skulls and bones Sticks and stones and weed and bongs Running when we hit 'em Lethal poison through their system
Pirate skulls and bones Sticks and stones and weed and bongs Running when we hit 'em Lethal poison through their system
No one on the corner has swagger like us Hit me on my burner prepaid wireless We pack and deliver like UPS trucks Already goin' hard, just pumping that gas
No one on the corner has swagger like us Hit me on my burner prepaid wireless We pack and deliver like UPS trucks Already goin' hard just pumping that gas
All I wanna do is (bang) (bang) (bang) (bang) And a (click) (ching) And take your money
All I wanna do is (bang) (bang) (bang) (bang) And a (click) (ching) And take your money
All I wanna do is (bang) (bang) (bang) (bang) And a (click) (ching) And take your money
All I wanna do is (bang) (bang) (bang) (bang) And a (click) (ching) And take your money
M.I.A. Third world democracy Yeah, I've got more records than the K.G.B. So, uh, no funny business
Some some some some I murder Some I some I let go Some some some some I murder Some I some I let go
All I wanna do is (bang) (bang) (bang) (bang) And a (click) (ching) And take your money
All I wanna do is (bang) (bang) (bang) (bang) And a (click) (ching) And take your money
All I wanna do is (bang) (bang) (bang) (bang) And a (click) (ching) And take your money
All I wanna do is (bang) (bang) (bang) (bang) And a (click) (ching) And take your money
Oh My Momma (Momma) On My Hood (Hood) I Look Fly (Yeah) I Look Good (Good) Touch My Swag (Swag) Wish You Could (Could) I Look Fly (Yeah) I Look Good (Good) Hundred on a neck ware Fifty on a stop-watch Glaring at the diamonds make ya bust it baby hop-scotch Over here to my spot Say she wanna party I do it big baby like my L.R.G. Show the air-harded winner Feeling like a rock band Eighty-seven jeans and white-T when on the block man Jay's still rocking Forces still moving Chuck Taylor's killing Adidas still grooving Locs on my face But that's just the front Take em off and show the haters when I wanna stunt Get'cha high like a blunt Rolling up the best Fruity Pebbles got a hands rolling up my chest With me you don't wanna mess mayne touch my (swag) Shopping off the bandanna make ya throw the white (flag) Get it to the whip game Momma had the bread Paint grain woman that's white-banger make ya leg Mayne! Oh My Momma (Momma) On My Hood (Hood) I Look Fly (Yeah) I Look Good (Good) Touch My Swag (Swag) Wish You Could (Could) I Look Fly (Yeah) I Look Good (Good) I Look Good (Good!) I Look Good (Good!) I Look Good (Good!) I Look Good (Good!) I Look Good (Good!) I Look Good (Good!) I Look Good (Good!) I Look Good (Good!) Ballin' is a drug That I don't mind abusing Gucci on my body Jay walking in the fusions Hit the La-Tex get it poppin' in the lusions Tell ya right now plexing catch the tusions Who lights the fan? Hot like a flame Boys throw a Haterade on me still ain't his thang Double shots rain Hand on patron Round of that white and all the what'cha own Shawty jocking my calone Greed it'll make ya hurt Three hundred a bottle Thirty dollars for a squirt Got'cha sweating out'cha shirt You can get the biz Sumthin' on ya mind What it do, what it is Can't close your eye lids See the fid in the fiddy Yup, guilty I'm ballin' but I better finna quit it Gone in a minute Probably ain't though I put it in ya face bro, I stay throwed Oh My Momma (Momma) On My Hood (Hood) I Look Fly (Yeah) I Look Good (Good) Touch My Swag (Swag) Wish You Could (Could) I Look Fly (Yeah) I Look Good (Good) I Look Good (Good!) I Look Good (Good!) I Look Good (Good!) I Look Good (Good!) I Look Good (Good!) I Look Good (Good!) I Look Good (Good!) I Look Good (Good!) Shawty's in the club yeah See a lot of beep beep Gucci and Nechay and B.C.B.G Dolce and Gabbana oh I want 'em I'm a pardon me Rocking your republic Apple Bottom in that AR and B Slowly to some R and B Think we need some R and R Take me to the V.I.P. and drop me like a Farram car Hop in my purple label Ralph Lauren collar Look like money Smell like dollars Shawty look sexy Smell like Prada Christian make ya hating hoes holla Pop a Grey Goose bottle And let's carry on Grip ya baby fetlet Trojan me carry me home Thuggin' make ya momma moan Got a Blackberry phone Try'na catch me sliding in a hostel-dairion Ya make the band like Sean Cole Two fly to be shown C.H.A.L.I.E. I'm gone Mayne! Oh My Momma (Momma) On My Hood (Hood) I Look Fly (Yeah) I Look Good (Good) Touch My Swag (Swag) Wish You Could (Could) I Look Fly (Yeah) I Look Good (Good) I Look Good (Good!) I Look Good (Good!) I Look Good (Good!) I Look Good (Good!) I Look Good (Good!) I Look Good (Good!) I Look Good (Good!) I Look Good (Good!)
Kush is my cologne, gone on that stupid strong Kush is my cologne, Ku-Kush is my cologne BUN B Got a swisher filled up with that one hitter quitter bro Bubba for ya troubles on the double itll get ya bro Pass me the d?s, light it up with ease, in a cirle full of G?s, Smokin on them trees Pass me a cigar, and imma buss it down quick Pass me the purple, make sure that hoe is round and thick Break it down, fill it up, roll it up and light it And you know it?s the bomb, soon as it get ignited Pimpin I can?t even fight it, its callin me to smoke So I fire up another square and take another toke I be damn near goin broke And my girl say I?m wrong, Shit but KUSH IS MY COLOGNE Im inhalin it, exhaling it, it makes me more intelligent I feel like I?m still mailin it or sellin it, they smellin it Kush, purp, strong dro. What I need cologne fo? They tried to send me to rehab but I said? No No I wont go Damn its really loud, smellin like a whole pound Kush cologne, haze is her perfume Bubba kush for breakfast, with my captain crunch I smoke ten blunts before lunch No that sounds like that?s too much Im so high, Im so in the sky, everybody know Marijuana is my fragrance, probably smell it on my clothes I smoke that bubonic sonic, i've been sippin gin and tonic You lil boys is hooked on phonics, Gucci hooked on chronic sonic
Im in this booch hella kid And i've been smoking hella weed Lick it twist back down Probably wont know how i go home Babe be wanna suck my bone She gotta fuck me jeans on Fuck me dress on, fuck me jeans on, fuck me dress off, fuck me jeans on Anything hollin a dane Tryna get brain but i don't know her name Looking at my chain Let me explain Kush, cocaine but i don't make it rain Gimme the gudda bitch no extension Pay me up or pay me no attention
....... DEVIN THE DUDE Kush is my cologne, I got many fragrances Shit gets so expensive but I hardly have to pay for shit Every puff is like a squirt, smell it all off in my shirt Coworkers give me compliments every time I go to work What kinda cologne you on? Dro is like my aftershave Have me feelin and smellin so good yo I don?t have to bathe But by all means, I must keep my balls clean Make sure my dicks legit then I go take care the small things And it all seems worth it 450?s kinda steep but I deserve it Weed smell so loud that you think you heard that purp
[Intro - Royce Da 5'9" - talking] Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on It ain't nothin like (like, like) Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on Preme
[Chorus - Royce Da 5'9"] It ain't nothin like love from the hood (hood) Ain't no feelin like rollin through knowin you good (good) 'Cause you been keepin it real When niggaz see you, they salute you (salute you)
Love from the hood Ain't no feelin like rollin through knowin you good 'Cause you been keepin it true (true) When niggaz see you, they salute you (salute you)
[Verse 1 - Royce Da 5'9"] Royce Da 5'9" give ya ill verses Ryan Montgomery is the real person No makeup, that's why you couldn't touch me up I remember bein locked up (locked up) This nigga walked up, tryin to battle (okay) I went ahead and let 'em finish then I told 'em "do that again I'm a Fuck you up" (true story) Now take a journey through a nigga's psyche The only snitch in my life is the chick tryin to split up me and wifey You think you like me, I'm aight with that I don't even call my nigga Budden "Mouse", it sound too much like a rat So may your steps be just like your stacks (stacks) High, afraid of death, havin a life attack It's I, got the soldiers for the coca price Your poker face on, I'm a turn your channel to the "Poltergeist" (woo) My out of town niggaz know the business When you land, I'll come get you, we gon' get it
[Chorus - Bun B] It ain't nothin like love from the hood Ain't no feelin like rollin through and knowin you good 'Cause you been keepin it real When niggaz see you, they salute you (salute you)
It ain't nothin like love from the hood Ain't no feelin like rollin through and knowin you good 'Cause you been keepin it trill When niggaz see you, they salute you (salute you)
[Verse 2 - Bun B] It ain't nothin like walkin your block One deep on your city streets nigga, no hawk or no glock No blades in your mouth or box cutters in socks 'Cause real niggaz show love and bad bitches on your jock Every corner got a homie you know well Even if somebody see a deal, then they won't tell (shh) Your man say he got the goods, so you tryin him out The ice cream truck roll through, you buyin 'em out The youngsters helpin out the old folks (hold up), with something hard to do The kids is playin, nobody beefin and it's a barbeque And every backyard with the old school jams on Sweet potato pie courtesy of your grandma (already) Everybody's home, nobody on the yard We drinkin and smokin the night away with no regard Nobody arguin and everything's good Man it ain't nothin like love from the hood, that's understood
[Chorus - Joell Ortiz] It ain't nothin like love from the hood Ain't no feelin like comin through knowin you good 'Cause you be keepin it real When they see you, they salute you (salute you, come on)
It ain't nothin like love from the hood Ain't no feelin like comin through knowin you good 'Cause you be keepin it G When they see you, they salute you (salute you, word)
[Verse 3 - Joell Ortiz] It ain't nothin like, what I do every other night Pick up the liquor, send the fiends to go get the cups and ice Sit on that project bench and have some of the funnest nice (come on) We spend that wrong doin makin money the summer right (yeah) The smell of somebody barbeque got my stomach hype (mmm) 'Tata salad, rice and some chicken, a little something light (uh huh) A beast with the cards, they always ask me to shuffle twice Swear that I be cheatin, I'm just fuckin nice (haha) Cut that, rug rat, niggaz that robbed, never tried your boy (never) Only just me, no security that I employ (nope) I never need to wear iron toy (why?) I ain't naive, I just hang with some killers and I'm their pride and joy (yeah) But nah, ain't about that right now (nah) It's about the jokes, weed smoke and the cat fights, meow (what else?) It's about them New Year's on the roof, with your gat like bloaw Outside the booth I'm the truth, give me dap like "yowwa" (haha)
