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from Bun-B - Trill (2005)
Ladies and Gentlemen of the Southern States of America, We Are Gathered Here Today To Bring You The Beginning Of A New Era. And Now The Speaker Of The South, Jay Prince.
[Jay Prince] Ahh yeaaah. Rap-a-lot back in the house, once again. With the trillest of the trill, Bun B, the new President of the South. Yo Bun, it's yo time, and we dedicate this one to all our brothers and sisters, who suffer at the hands of the innocent. [Bun B] It's been a long time comin' but it finally came, for Bun B to get his mutha fuckin' shot at the game. I put mo' work in than the average trill nigga can put, and I'm a gangsta from my head to my foot, blacker than soot. I got the Hood behind me, the Streets co-signed me, head ? in the ghetto, mayn you know where to find me. The mission is laid out, and the vision is clear, from this moment I run the South, and everything down here. That go from corners to cuts, trap spots to blocks, whether it's rappin' or work, I got the shit on lock. I aint all with that back talkin', sneak this in a plexion, I'ma tell ya how I feel 'cause I'm a God Damn Texan. 'Bout time for me to start eliminatin' the frauds, 'cause it's a White House of cards, and it's filled with broads. We gone run them hoes out and bring them Trill niggas in, cause what happened in New Orleans should never happen again. They be sittin' on they ass doin' much about nothing, for too God Damn long, and I'm tired of the frontin'. I'ma instegate a change from the mutha fuckin' top, 'cause this bullshit they pullin' on my people gotta stop. So I'm here to make a stand, and take up the slack, Dirty South rest easy, I gotcha mutha fuckin' back. It's a new king on the throne, and his chrown is a hat, that says FREE PIMP C, now what's fuckin' with that? Hail to the chief.. |
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from Bun-B - Trill (2005)
Co-co-co-come n do it, Bun (4x)
FIRST VERSE (Bun) Back on the blocks, nigga (Bun) Servin em rocks, nigga (Bun) Strapped wit them glocks and U know (Bun) Keepin em cocked, nigga (Bun) They bout the bullshit cuz (Bun) Nobody's issue so (Bun) Bustin that pistol so U know (Bun) They fin to miss U, see cuz (Bun) Straight out the hood, nigga (Bun) Fresh out the cuts (Bun) Straight outta P.A.T. so (Bun) Holdin these nuts, U know dat (Bun) Paintin a real picture (Bun) They wit that speakin cuz (Bun) So get to poppin off and (Bun) Gon leave U leakin if its (Bun) U know it's certified (Bun) They with them games cuz (Bun) We whoopin ass then (Bun) We takin names U see (Bun) Jump on a Benz is it (Bun) Jump on a Lac shit (Bun) Jump on what U wanna (Bun) Cuz we countin stacks rollin (Bun) Man U gon see ya paper (Bun) About his cash cuz (Bun) Gon get his grind on it (Bun) He's bound to mash, nigga (Bun) This is hard as it goes (Bun) This is trill as it gets (Bun) Ain't gotta ask U, nigga (Bun) Know U feelin this shit (Bun) HOOK (4x) Bun B be, King of the Unda-unda-undaground U can't fuck wit that SECOND VERSE (Bun) I'm an O to the G (Bun) From U-G to the K (Bun) The middle fingaz up (Bun) I be reppin the P.A. (Bun) A dirty south nigga (Bun) One of them Texas boyz (Bun) We grippin grain and U see (Bun) Drippin this Texas toys (Bun) He be drippin his paint (Bun) He be poppin his trunk (Bun) He be swangin his ladies (Bun) He make boppers get crunk (Bun) Gon get his lean on so (Bun) Gon crack a seal and (Bun) Be sittin sidewayz cuz (Bun) Jump off the bill U see (Bun) Rollin on 22's (Bun) Got 24's too (Bun) Ride when he want to cuz (Bun) Do what he s'pose to and (Bun) About his clique, nigga (Bun) Ain't bout a bitch cuz (Bun) Known as the only way that (Bun) We stayin rich, nigga (Bun) Give a fuck bout a snitch (Bun) Gon put two in his dome (Bun) We ain't bout sittin in jail (Bun) We bout sittin at home (Bun) This is hard as it goes (Bun) This is trill as it gets (Bun) Ain't gotta ask U, nigga (Bun) Know U feelin this shit (Bun) HOOK (4x) THIRD VERSE (Bun) We spittin raw, nigga (Bun) We spittin fire, nigga (Bun) We duckin the feds cuz (Bun) ??? wire, nigga (Bun) Buddies are workin (Bun) Ain't gotta hide, nigga (Bun) So speak from the heart cuz (Bun) It's not a lie, nigga (Bun) Rep for the Eastside and (Bun) Rep for the West but (Bun) Don't stand for foolishness cuz (Bun) Put it to rest, nigga (Bun) We got the medicine cuz (Bun) Know that U sick and (Bun) T.P.P. on the bitch cuz (Bun) Know he the shit, nigga (Bun) We get gangsta wit it (Bun) They put them hands on U (Bun) They put U on your back and (Bun) Fuckin stand on U (Bun) They'll call the man on U (Bun) He's not a hater cuz (Bun) Just like a Big Tymer (Bun) A heavy-weighter, nigga (Bun) A big rim ridah (Bun) A big body swanger (Bun) A big slab glidah (Bun) An 84 clanga (Bun) This is hard as it goes (Bun) This is trill as it gets (Bun) Ain't gotta ask U, nigga (Bun) Know U feelin this shit (Bun) HOOK (4x) Bun (20x) |
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from Bun-B - Trill (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 (2005)
[Intro: Lil' Keke]
Big terrible Texas It's where legends are born I'm Lil' Keke The Don Original Screwed Up Click It's a dedication to DJ Screw Fat Pat, Big Mello, Big Steve Feel it? [Chorus: Lil' Keke] Draped up and dripped out, Know what I'm talking about Draped up and dripped out, Know what I'm talking about Draped up and dripped out, Know what I'm talking about Draped up and dripped out, Know what I'm talking about [Lil' Keke] I'm draped up and dripped out, the truth has just slipped out 84's, Red Doors, Candy Apple Flip-Flop Got them boppers dripped out cause my drop tip top Purple Cup, Screw Us Up, that's what keep the streets hot Don P, Bun B, Please Free Pimp C Hydro, Super Flow, know these boys feeling me Come to Houston, Texas and see swangaz and 'lacs And don't forget to tell the people that the legends are back, yeah [Slim Thug] It's Slim Thug showing H-Town love Used to hit the club on dubs, acting bad on scrubs (thats right) Mad spokes and leather, 24's or better Boys say they riding candy but my load is wetter The roads for compeitors when they see the two letters They'll never ever ever ever ever get on my level (thats right) Me and Bun together caked up with clout Staying draped up and dripped out, know what I'm talking about? [Chamillionaire] The city is back, just look at the map, thought we wouldn't get in the game I'm sticking my dick up in the game and bustin in that like a train I'm hitting that mayne, look at this grain I'm grippin, I'm fixing to swang My bumper doing the body rock and my trunk is doing the crane Now who in the hell was able to tell the world it wasn't my bang I turn up the beat and I'm cracking the street, the city we started to train The world is looking like Texas mayne, just watch how they pick up the slang Just show 'em your grill and pick up some drank and watch how they do the same, Hold up mayne [Paul Wall] What it do baby, It's Paul Wall, Players rise while haters fall Got Fo's crawling in the 54 on the service road, I'm obeying the laws I stay shining like headlights and I stay crawling like head lice Just like a boy but I play the dice, them twos and threes ain't nuttin nice Them threes and fours I'ma roll fo sho, fo's and vogues, we call 'em swang My partner Bun B bring the pain, Wanna know what I rep? Just check the chain In the hood is where I hang, On South Lee, that 5-9 He dippin oil, He drippin candy, From P-A to H-Town, It goes down [Chorus] [Mike Jones] I stay draped up, dripped out, Drop the top when I'm flipping out Candy low on 84, (How you know they Fo's?) they poking out Ice Age and Rap-A-Lot, Pimping hoes in the parking lot Diamonds shining in my grill, you can see 'em if its dark or not When I'm out in the limelight, I make sure I shine bright I'm in the drop with the glock cocked, you know I keep that iron tight I'm getting brain from a tight dame on North Maine in the turning lane I'm young and rich talking alot of shit, I guess its because I'm having thangs [Aztek] I'm still draped up and dripped out, know what I'm talking bout Fighting over parking spots, bustin in the parking lot (Next two lines in Spanish) Now put your blocks up, Now put your sets up Fuck that nigga over there cause I think he said something Have to take 'em with a clip out, with the click out, dont give a shit bout Til he gets out, Free Pimp C, we draped up and dripped out [Lil' Flip] I told Bun when you need a verse, just holla You know how we do it, you don't gotta spend no dollars I'm puffin dro, bangin screw, and riding fos Middle fingers in the air, you know how it goes Stash spot with weight in it, Candy paint with blakes in it Trunk got the bass in it, One liter with eights in it Swisha sweet with haze in it, you know I'm blowed Four row diamond chain, you know I'm pro Johnny got me right huh? 80 karats, bright huh? Hit the button, pop the trunk, watch the neon light jump I'ma keep folding bread til Pimp hold his head We miss you DJ Screw, man I hate you dead [Z-Ro] Down to ride red but I'ma ride blue in the turning lane looking just like Screw 300 Crissy, don't think they doors, Everybody know Z-Ro's flow is ferocious I keep a ride with the daytons in the deck, Might be deep 22 drank in the whip You can keep the sherm but you can pass the cup, My cadillac rolling on glass and wood Would I knock a jacka down when his ass get up, Hell naw, this is playa from the chest to the nut Screw was here he said I would come up now the radio requesting my stuff Gotta keep a smif n wesson to buss cause the better life keep me stressing enough Is this rap for real, is it a blessing or what?, Screw I hope I see you when they wet me up [Bun B] This is H-Town, Texas, tell me how does it look? Taking over the rap kitchen and we ready to cook You can hear us whipping the beakers coming out of the speakers Stepping up some fresh hard for you out of town peakers We got 3rd Ward, 4th Ward, and Southside G's Plus Southwest and Bloody Nickels rollin 83's It's Houston, Texas motherfucker, you know the name We'll see you in February for the All-Star Game [Chorus - repeat 2X] |
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from Bun-B - Trill (2005)
(*talking*)
I say General, ladies and bad ass out of control babies It's the return, of the bad ass perm pimp ya heard Ya boy Fr-Fre-Fre-Fresh, Fre-Fre-Fre-Fre-Fresh Fr-Fre-Fre-Fr-Fre-Fresh, ay [Bun B] Bitch it's the king of the trill, I'm top of the line My paint is on drip, my rims is on shine My butter seats reclined, cherry oak is grip With swisha sweets to blow, and purple rain to sip Now straight up off the rip, I'm letting boys know I've never been a bitch, don't plan to be a hoe So if you got some plex, you better keep it low I bring it to your chest, soon as you hit the do' You know me as a pro, respect me as a vet I put it down befo', you ain't seen nothing yet My candy still glossy, my 4's still flossy My rocks real icey, I'm looking kinda bossy And feeling real saucy, it's time to get it crunk Now watch me pop it fly, just like I'm popping trunk The leader of the pack, the star of the show When Bun is in the building, you already know [Hook: Mannie Fresh] I'm fresh (I'm fresh), brand new (brand new) Everytime, that I come through Hoe look at my wrist (my wrist), my neck (my neck) I just bust me a fat ass check, hoe I'm the man (I'm the man), he's a whimp (he's a whimp) If you wanna get ahead, get a pimp Dope boy shoes, big rings And only bad bitches say my name, hoe [Bun B] Bitch you wanna roll with a pimp, then have it on your mind It's all about this bread, so you gon have to grind I gotta stay on shine, so you know what that means You gotta hit that track, and bring me back that green Cause daddy need his ice, and daddy need his chain We gotta keep it G, so rec' him as the game A hoe need a pimp, a pimp need a hoe And tricks need us both, so let's go get that do' In case you didn't know, I haven't been told But pussy on the corner, and it's as good as sold It's tricks on the prowl, so stay out on that stroll Cause I'ma sell your cot, and you gon sell your soul My pimping way too cold, but it's gon keep me warm With minks up on my back, and rocks up in my charm So bitch ring the alarm, and tell 'em I've arrived The greatest ever born, that's dead or alive [Hook] [Bun B] Bitch you know that Rap-A-Lot's the click, and UGK's the fam It's middle fingers up, cause we don't give a damn Them Caddy do's slam, that top gon drop Them 4's gon tip, them blades gon chop Them deuces get chunked, them screens gon fall It's Southside holding, so we gon ball And slabs gon crawl, them 3's gon swang That woman gon shine, that trunk go bang And underground king, from P.A.T I miss my dog, so free Pimp C And I'ma hold it down, and rep for my team To keep us on the map, so he can get that green I work the triple beam, electronic scale Even a baby bottle, whatever get that mail So Mannie please tell em, the motherfucking real Why Bun coulda be, so motherfucking trill [Hook - 2x] |
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from Bun-B - Trill (2005)
[Intro: Ludacris]
I still {*7X*} Tote steel I still tote steel {*2X*} I still, ha [Chorus: Ludacris] + (Bun B) I still tote steel, give a fuck how you feel We some southern OG's, Trill Recognize Trill (All my hustlers keep quiet and my dealers don't slip Money speaks for itself so we ain't gotta say shit) I still tote steel, give a fuck how you feel We some southern OG's, Trill Recognize Trill (All my hustlers keep quiet and my dealers don't slip Money speaks for itself so we ain't gotta say shit) [Bun B] Bun B is the name, UGK is the click P-A-T is the city so if you hate, suck a dick I'm from the land of the trill, from the home of the hard Where niggaz don't wait to see ya, they bring it to your yard We ain't never been fraud, we ain't never been lame So if you wanna get it crackin, every nigga is game So we can catch a corner, we can catch a square Any place, any time, I'll be waiting right there See I give you a bad one and shoot you in the spine But as soon as you hit your back, my dogs'll eat you alive All we know is survive, we ain't taking no ails So before you play with us, you best play with yourself Cause I'm tired of the tough talk, tired of the mean mug I'm bout ready to give these buck niggaz a clean slug Cock back the hammer on the god damn steel Put a hollow in the middle of his god damn breel, fuck it [Chorus] [Ludacris] Talking about the carots in my watch, diamonds in my chain Who's baddest on the block, What my status in the game The records that I've sold, Bobby V going gold And all them number one chart positions that I hold The money and the wealth, well I'll keep it to myself But I'm always willing to share the firepower on the shelf I'm shiny star spanglin, ding-a-ling danglin Luda the sheet swisha, broke the record of Wilt Chamberlin I'm College Park rangering, Houston, Tex mangering So get down or lay down and see these middle finger rings I'm banging in the east, west, south, all over the map, boy I do it for myself, my daughter, and all these trap boyz Lac boyz, candy and paint, paper we stack boy Semi-automatic so make the click get back boy Click, since I was born, I been the shit And money speaks for itself so I ain't never said sheit [Chorus] [Bun B] Niggaz best to start running, hiding, dodging, and ducking Cause them trill niggaz comin, riding, cocking, and bucking Bitch you fucking with a monster, a beast like no other The hardest nigga living since my motherfucking brother So duck and cover, duck and roll, hit the deck We coming for money and your motherfucking respect We ain't taking no checks, money orders or visa's Your life is on the line so don't motherfucking tease us You gonna need Jesus to hold you and help ya Cause you fucking with me, bitch you gonna see helter skelter That heat gon melt ya, this steel gon gut ya You lame ass nigga, know ya nolia then fuck ya Bitch, I stopped giving a damn when Pimp went to the pen So not everyones associates and nobody's friends Just make sure to get my ends and nobody gets hurt Before I put somebody's children under motherfucking dirt, fuck it [Chorus] |
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from Bun-B - Trill (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 Bun-B - Trill (2005)
[Intro]
Oooooohweeee Alright-alright-alright, (ok-ok) Ok-ok-ok, (alright-alright-alright) Alright-alright-alright, (ok-ok) Ok-ok-ok, (alright-alright-alright) It's Bun B and (Jazze Phizzle-Phizzle) It's Bun B and (Phizzle-Phizzle-Phizzle) It's Bun B and (Jazze Phizzle-Phizzle) Bun B, UGK sho nuff ladies and gentlemen [Hook: Jazze Pha - 2x] Got me some bread, made some paper Costly fabrics, minks and gators bitch I'm balling (diamonds on my chest, keep me looking good Got diamonds on my chest, keep me looking good) [Bun B] Before I jump up out my silk sheets, and hop off in the shower It's already understood, I got the money and the power I grab the baby powder, under shirt and white tee My Dickies, fitted cap and white one's that's me A hundred karats worth of rocks, courtesy of Johnny I roll a couple blunts, and load up the Tommy Ready to get my stunt on, my pockets on swoll Now all I gotta do, is see which car I'm finna roll Now I can take the Benz, or I can take the Rover And if I pull the Bentley Coupe out, then it's over But I'ma keep it O-G, and pull out the slab So I can sit on buck, and have some wood grain to grab Last but not least, before I pull out on the scene You know I gotta po' me up, my oily cup of lean I've been stacking all this green, now it's time for some spending I've been cool about this grinding, but ain't no mo' pretending [Hook - 2x] [Bun B] Now if you see me in the shopping center, walking down the hall It's already understood, that I'm buying out the mall I got six homies with me, and at least two freaks Man we looking for the Louis, and the Gucci boutiques I keep the flyest footwear, and the newest Locs And if I get some'ing for me, I'm getting some'ing for my folks Cause we all gon be fitted up, we all popping tags We all walking out of this mall, with big bags And I ain't gotta brag, you can see it for yourself I got ballers on my right side, and ballers on my left We ain't from the same hoods, but it's all to the good We bout getting this money, like some real G's should And we ain't knocking nobody's hustle, why plex man You only hate on yourself, when you hating on the next man You can't be like Bun B, so why try to Get your own bread, and you can ball just like I do [Hook - 2x] [Bun B] Before I pull up to the valet, and hop out of the car It's already understood, that we buying out the bar It's a line around the corner, people trying to get inside But a playa like myself, is finna walk right by it Now move the velvet rope, and keep the scanner You don't wanna see us angry, like we David Banner 2000 and 5, Tony Montana haters Ain't no need for you to knock us, just congratulate us We done made it out the ghetto, by staying on the grind We focused on the paper chase, with money on our mind Now we just wanna shine, buy some bottles and pop em So if you see niggaz out there, playa hating then stop em Cause we don't really wanna have, to bust a motherfucker's head We just wanna holla at bad bitches, and spend this bread We buying everybody drinks, and making it rain Cause I'ma rep, like a motherfucking underground king [Hook - 2x] |
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from Bun-B - Trill (2005)
[Intro - Mannie Fresh]
The, the underground, the, the underground, the, the underground... The, the underground, the, the underground, the, the, the underground... [Bun B] Now this one here for everybody out there off the top This for the real slab-swangas whipping dubs and drops For the real block huggers that's embracing the grind And the three-time fellas that be facing some time For them real deep boys that be baking and serving And the real hood hustlas that be shaking and swerving For the real cut-throwers putting work in on the average And trill ass niggaz living they life like a savage A lot of niggaz hold it down for they set And when the work comes easy And when the game ain't ready They really rep they're neighborhood good or bad Niggaz that really be on the block throwing signs and flags Well I'm here to represent for all the gangstas and the thugs And the underdog niggaz that ain't getting no love For a nigga trying' to make a weight for him and his crew Just recognize I'm representing for you, and nigga that's on the true [Hook - Bun B + (Mannie Fresh)] I'm a sell my dope, I'm a bust my guns I'm a fuck my hoes, I'm a stack my ones What I represent? (The, the underground, the, the underground, the, the underground...) I'm a smoke my good, I'm a sip my drank I'm a grip my grain, I'm a drip my paint What I represent? (The, the underground, the, the underground, the, the, the underground...) [Bun B] Now everybody wanna act like they already got it made With the houses, and the cars, and the bills all paid Got a million in the bank, and two million in jewels But on the cool, life ain't like that for a lot of these fools Lot of people in this world coming up pretty hard Raised in project apartments, with no front yard Had to share their clothes and shoes with cousins and brothers Never had they own shit, they had to share it with others I wasn't born with a silver-spoon sticking out my grill I was raised in the middle of the struggle on the real Had some hard times in my life, trying to make ends meet Not to mention, trying not to fall victim to the streets Against the odds, a nigga made it out the game But that don't mean that I'm gunna forget about from where I came UGK ain't just a name; it's what a nigga is I was there before I got in the biz, and nigga that's on the rizz [Hook] [Bun B] Now people always be around when you shining and balling But they real hard to find when tough times come calling You got money, doing good, and they be all in your face Then disappear like Sue Storm soon as you catch a case It's like clockwork homeboy, the shit never fails Soon as they think the party's over, everybody bails Could a sworn they was your friends when your world was on shine But soon as you get some time, outta sight, outta mind It's a shame that some real ass niggaz took a fall It's a shame how they treat you when you locked behind the wall When your woman won't visit and your homie won't send you no flicks Or come and see you, that's some cold ass shit Well I miss my nigga, he was down for me That's why I got the whole world screaming Free Pimp C And I'll be right here waiting when you touch back down UGK we still holding the crown, kings of the underground [Hook] - Repeat 2X |
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from Bun-B - Trill (2005)
Say, this is the realist shit I ever wrote or said
Wake up with it everyday and take it with me to bed Hurting my heart and hanging over my head Bout the realest nigga these Texas streets ever bred C.L. Butler better known as Chad or Pimp C The closest homeboy that I ever had Now when we first met, we wasn't on the same page From pettiness understandings that got cleared up with age Two young boys who was ready to mash Put P.A. on the map and maybe make a little cash Jumped down with Big Tyme, put down a few songs Everybody co-signed saying that we could do no wrong Then hit the streets with a big ass bang Them gangsta ass rhymes with that country ass twang Dropped "Tell Me Something Good" took off and went live Shit, next thing you know we was signing to Jive Dropped "Too Hard to Swallow" "A Pocket Full of Stones" Put the remix on "Menace" shit we had it going on Got love in the streets and played on the air But the homey putting us out, wasn't playing too fair Had to separate ourself, bring in a new team But sometimes the other side ain't always what it seems We dropped "Super Tight" a album full of killer flows But then we got caught up with the drugs and the hoes We didn't realize what was happening on the real And new management was cutting back room deals Hiding different money and ever sealing the price He had us doing all the work but was keeping the biggest slice Took a while to catch on, to what homey was doing But by the time we did, all the paperwork was in ruins Nigga kept all the receipts so we couldn't file taxes The next thing you know, IRS hitting us with axes Pimp you owe seven figures, Bun you owe six Better get your paper together, get this shit fixed Remixed the management team and tried it ourself Cussed out the GM, almost got put on the shelf Fuck it, dropped "Ridin' Dirty" instant classic in the South Reclaimed the southern title, shut everybody's mouth Got some clout in the game, boys calling us the greatest But meanwhile me and Pimp is still ducking haters The old manager calling and say he fina' sue And put a padlock on the everything we trying to do Put a call out to the Prince, this nigga still hating We got heat for the streets, and we can't keep the people waiting He made a call to ??? and folks, telling the man You gotta cut UGK some slack understand Young Pimp got the plan, Bun got the drawl Rap-A-Lot had our back and we just waiting on Jive We got the big bosses on the same page So me and young Pimp went hit 'em from center stage Next thing you know we got this call from the N.Y. It's Jay-Z saying y'all niggaz getting fly He doing "Volume 3" and got a track from Timb And wondered could some trill niggaz rock it with him Shit big Bun was all for it, but Pimp wasn't sure But "Big Pimpin" hit 'em 187-Pure Number one song on every station you turn on MTV and BET we getting our burn on Grammy nominated can't believe that we made it And we got a call from Jive that left us all faded And it stated, that due to the success of the track We here at Jive records, would like to piggy back Get another beat from Timb, then get a verse from Jay Let Hype shoot the video and we'll be on the way Shit it sounded okay, but me I had to ask If we don't do Big Pimpin 2, would you still put us on blast A song like that would might take a nigga to the top But my true fan base, might think a nigga flop They got mad and put niggaz on hold For damn near a year till the buzz got cold So we said fuck 'em and went back to the basics Trying to find ways to get the fuck up out the matrix We put "Dirty Money" together and it was aces But that's around the time that Pimp caught two cases He got probation, said fuck you hoes We finish the album, got ready to do a couple shows And then he violated, one month before we dropped And shit just got put on hold or fucking stopped Now 30 days done, we back to the nitty gritty Album got released, big showdown in Chocolate City Niggaz with masks on, vests and all black It's Christmas 2001, bitch we was all that Strongest on the block, nobody could budge And then he violated, now we right back before the judge They calling him a nuisance, put my dog behind a fence It was January 28th, he ain't been home since Threw a nigga through a loop and caught me in the crosses Standing cold, CEO, now I'm the fucking boss Had the devil on my back, got to drinking and drugging Had to make a choice, get back to rapping or thugging So I walked into my bedroom, got down on my knees Put my hands together and I prayed Lord please Let me get past this bridge over water that's trouble And get back up on my grind on the double He said son don't worry Cause it's not really hard as it seem And I can turn your nightmares back into dreams You just got to stay true to yourself and succeed Then push away from the devil and get closer to me And every since that night man I promise I been on it Giving that killer flow to anybody who want it Pimp the pen like never before, I'm breaking 'em G Not to mention I got the world screaming free Pimp C So soon as you make parole and they open the doors You ain't gotta worry about nothing, the world is yours Ain't no mo' struggles my nigga and no mo' stripe I kept it real because to me it's UGK for life |
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from Bun-B - Trill (2005)
Hey, Hey, we keepin it trill, samba baby
[chorus:] If u need love im lovin, if u need a thug im thuggin, whatever u need girl ima hold u down, need a lil dough we flippin got somewhwere to go im whippin, a real life hustla whatever u need girl ima hold u down [Bun B] Bun Beater ima man amongst men my chain is white gold my steel is tungsteen im made of tough skin u gon respect me (hold up) take mo then a average nigga to check me Ima rider till the wheels go bald and they floor out (damn) one hundred and one percent G and its no doubt that if u need a man to make u feel secure then baby u aint gotta look no more i got the cure u want money and jewels (jewels) u want clothes and cars (cars) wanna live VIP rubbin shoulders wit stars (stars) wanna fly in G4's (4's) or sail the seas then your wish is my command u can do what ya please (hey) the lap of luxury is what you'll be layin in just respect the playa and the game that hes playin in (forreal) i can show u a side of life u never seen (huh) cuz even the king of trill needs himself a queen [chorus] [Mike Jones] See all that listenin to them hoes in your ear gotta quit i see they smile when im around when i leave they talk shit they just mad cuz i got u flippin jags poppin tags brand new clothes u cant tell by the bag i dont mean to boast and brag but them hoes around u hatin they just waitin on u to slip so i could leave yo ass with nathan then when i do that they gon back door and try to holla hopin ima do them like you and drop them off some dollas but i aint cuz i cant afford to go back down that road id rather stay on my J-O and stack a bank roll but i aint cuz i cant afford to go back down that road id rather stay on my J-O and stack a bank roll but if u real and u down and in public you dont clown holla at me ill be around (mike jones) but if u real and u down and in public you dont clown holla at me ill be around Yea [chorus] i been puttin it down nigga and holdin my grounds nigga from off the mound nigga we duckin them clowns nigga takin they crown nigga and shovin the town nigga rocks off the ground got the kush by the pounds nigga ankle blingin baby wrist on freeze got the chevy on the ice love a bitch wit gold teeths nigga hot girl nigga lovin the G keep the work under the seat she do it for me take a trip to port her off to the beach tell her homie hold it down cuz we hustle to eat and got me feelin like i lost my jones i done lost my horns so H town is on ain't nuttin change cuz the palms got chrome nigga do this in the early cuz we gettin it on and baby girl u could shop alone and fly the four to France and take a hundred bones [chorus] |
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from Bun-B - Trill (2005)
Im a G, Nigga you dont know about me.
Im a G, Nigga you dont know about me. Im a G Nigga you dont know about me but yo ass gonna learn and yo ass gonna see. Im a G, Nigga you dont know about me. Im a G, Nigga you dont know about me. Im a G, Nigga you dont know about me but yo ass gonna learn and yo ass gonna see. I stand 5 foot 10, 200 & half 100 percent gangsta dont smile and dont laff in a 3 inch shirt nigga 38 waist. I aint small mothafucka im takin up some space with a size 11 shoe that'll kick u in yo face bitch im all about a crime and ready to catch a case. i aint scared to kick it in yo do and look around yo place i aint scared to cock back a fo and put 1 in yo face stay still nigga flava duece duece in a third teflon coverin yo body juice loose on a curve i serve it like a tennis ball straite up the minice yall i positon and competition and when i fisnish yall can clear the collin and call the corrin tell him next again we shot him like a cracker and stabbed him like a mexican. may never plex again not like he can but just incase he get resurected is best he understands Im a G, Nigga you dont know about me. Im a G, Nigga you dont know about me. Im a G Nigga you dont know about me but yo ass gonna learn and yo ass gonna see. Im a G, Nigga you dont know about me. Im a G, Nigga you dont know about me. Im a G, Nigga you dont know about me but yo ass gonna learn and yo ass gonna see. I see these niggaz doin alot of talkin but they never back it up bout the work they movin or the paper they stackin up u niggaz got the crack it up the only thing u sellin is wolf chickens and we aint buyin'em so pack it up 84's click clack it up and down towners from westside to the east we keep the G and that's a promise but yo plaque on summers americas most wanted. we criminal backgrounds and ready to straite flauted only take is a salt dropper or a instagator messy mothafuckas got the make it fo and a instant hater. im a lay it down like a baby ready to nap cuz im a trill nigga ready to clap. now wats up. i slap a nigga scope him with a back hand left and continue till nobody from yo whack clan left bet u might cheat left and u might cheat the dealer but u neva cheat the king of the underground on the rella. Im a G, Nigga you dont know about me. Im a G, Nigga you dont know about me. Im a G Nigga you dont know about me but yo ass gonna learn and yo ass gonna see. Im a G, Nigga you dont know about me. Im a G, Nigga you dont know about me. Im a G, Nigga you dont know about me but yo ass gonna learn and yo ass gonna see. Psc nigga UGK Free pimp c let me at it boy Hey tell'em for a minute bun chill to yo nigga don they say they got some blowin im the one them niggaz get it from they talkin shit is best interest is to get a gun grab the mac 9 and spit half a clip and them niggaz run. sissy niggaz sweeter then a cinnabun wannem knocked off we the ones u gotta get it done alot of rappers say they g's i dont feel'em no naw yea sissy so keys im still a don. og's Usual low key movin em 03 dont look up at my window u dont know me gangsta gangsta the same time picture the pump and paint i aint the kind u wanna see me aks ar's i cant decide i got the mind of the hustler halacious grind man i hold my city down like i anchor eyin. Im a G, Nigga you dont know about me. Im a G, Nigga you dont know about me. Im a G Nigga you dont know about me but yo ass gonna learn and yo ass gonna see. Im a G, Nigga you dont know about me. Im a G, Nigga you dont know about me. Im a G, Nigga you dont know about me but yo ass gonna learn and yo ass gonna see. |
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from Bun-B - Trill (2005)
Yeah (Yeah)
Uh Colli Park in the house Slick we got Bun B (Bun B) Ying Yang Twins Check it out Colli Park drop them beats that'll rock ya world (Thats Right) We Got Bun B and Ying Yang in this thang so get get get get get get it girl Get It Get It Get It Girl (x 4) Get it girl (scratched up) Show them hoes wat u workin with Baby gotta eat You better get right Magic City, Monday, thats the crunk night That Petrone get a nigga gut shiverin Sight for sore eyes these hoes be deliverin Pussy poppin and shakin bringin home the bacon These hoes is for the takin no clothes that mean they naked What the hell you waitin on your ass better get it These girls in the club you better come on with it Drop it, Pop It, Shake it, roll it whoa bitch got a nigga dick sittin on swoll loosin control off the liquor and imma like the way she put that thing on a nigga She playin with my mind see the bitch is fine I can't make her mine but i could drop a dime You want her to dance, this your chance Nigga leave the club with his print showin in his pants Chorus Damn! look at that face look at those eyes look at them hips look at them thighs Got that apple bottom, baby fat top Baby girl you a bad mother (boy stop) Girl i ain't trippin and i ain't hatin but i been watchin and i been waitin like the way that you shake that thing lookin like you finna break that thing You need to let me take that thing with me back to the pad Coz when i put it on you betchya won't be mad You know i go hard then i go deep And its all night long we don't need no sleep Have you doin things that your last man couldn't Lick the lolly pop while i play with the puddin You said you wouldn't, i knew you would don't be scared, its all good, go, get it Chorus Drop it down low hoe shake that shit Lift up for a nigga get loose with it bitch Go Down If he really want some get your ass on the floor and get crunk money comes and goes so its best you get your ass on the floor Start poppin that pussy and then gettin it low Got 10 20 30 40 50 dollar bills So your ass get crunk show me all of your skills Keep it real even tho i know ur a lady You Still in the booty club naked shake it Hold that shit girl show me what you got there Jaga Jaga Jaga Jaga Jaga for a hot tip Bitch get crunk let me see you hit a split Bop your ass up and down like you ridin on a dick I came to the club to put some money in your world so get it get it get it get it get it get it girl Chorus Get It Girl Get It Girl Get it get it get it Get It Girl Get It Girl Show them hoes wat u workin with |
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from Bun-B - Trill (2005)
(Biatch - echo) 2X
(Biatch - broken faded echo) 4X (Constantly in the middle of the verse) Verse 1 : Bun B Say, I am all about this bread, all about this cheese Pimpin' be heldin up man, i breaks em off with the ease Fuck it, I am all about this paper all about this peston In case you can't recognise though, you fuckin' with a mack silly i am all about this chedder all about the dirt so dont be surprised if you see me straight gettin it off a ho Stupid, I am all about this duckers and all about this scrillin i got no reservation bout breakin bitches fo real get it cause bun b the bring the heat to the fire you think pimpin aint pimpin youz a motherfuckin liar Sorry, Messiah the strolling king of the corner just that i' ll be selling pot, since you was playing pot corner Lil i am on a mission for for seven figures to four Straight outta bitch mouth, pussy and her asshole believe me, as it was told to me thats how i am tellin it so if anybody buying pussy i'm selling it Who Need A Bitch! Chorus : Bun B If anybody need a bitch then i got one put her in the drop and you can let her ride shot gun she can suck your duck while you mash on the gas so you can take her to the crib and put some dick in her ass Who need a.. if anybody need a bitch just holla i got top notch pussy for your bottom white dolla' we poppin our collars and dustin these gators off not to mention we brushin these haters off Now tell me who need a.. Verse 2 : Juvenile Ooo, ma nigga like me i'll take it on Victona? and let you work your body Imma put out APBs for the rank freaks some bad bitches in here tonite we might need (Where ma Hoes?) is she really with hittin the tracks and we dont never have about problem with bringin it back Nope, she dont back talk me when we up in the Lac cause she know it aint nothin for me to give her a smack (Whatchu Need?) I need a bitch that can get up on a plane Put it up in the pussy and come back on a train (When did she trip out?) she dont want me to get after her mayne Callin when she get something cause she know i aint playin (Its Official!) Ima Pimp bitch you know where the gun be I'm ridin shot gun with Short dog and Bun B This game doing time but it be back They got pussy on the market, where the G's at? Chorus : Bun B If anybody need a bitch then i got one put her in the drop and you can let her ride shot gun she can suck your duck while you mash on the gas so you can take her to the crib and put some dick in her ass Who need a.. if anybody need a bitch just holla i got top notch pussy for your bottom white dolla' we poppin our collars and dustin these gators off not to mention we brushin these haters off Now tell me who need a.. Verse 3 : Too $hort Biatch! on your mind you cant hold back now's the time Jump in the car and go pick her up Take her somewhere so you can fuck if you wanted to you can knock her All you gotta do is take her shopping A lil extra cash for her pocket Next thing you know you'll be fucking...(Biatch Echo) I like to do the opposite i charge these hoes when they want some dick I spit the game and they dont complain Too $hort baby thats my name Real players need ladies to have some fun If i had seven and you had none I'd give you one, but you gots to pay Trick motherfucker whatchu say? You need a Biatch!! Chorus : Bun B If anybody need a bitch then i got one put her in the drop and you can let her ride shot gun she can suck your duck while you mash on the gas so you can take her to the crib and put some dick in her ass Who need a.. if anybody need a bitch just holla i got top notch pussy for your bottom white dolla' we poppin our collars and dustin these gators off not to mention we brushin these haters off Now tell me who need a.. Too $hort ( Talking) Yall niggas aint got no hoes whatchu know about that nigga Short dogg fuckin with ma boy Bun B ma old school pimpin playa partner Texas boys ride Biatch! Oh no, me i dont need no bitches i got too many hoes right now, im trying to get rid of some of these bitches mayne you need a bitch take this bitch right here... |
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from Bun-B - Trill (2005)
Nigga you cant run,
Nigga you cant hide, Know that we got guns, Know that we gone ride. Blow out your insides, and leave ya to rot, cause when we give it to bitch we give ya all that we got. Now all it take is one shot to put yo ass in a ditch. But you gone get the other fourty nine for bein a bitch. Go to war with the big man, when it makes no sense to. Reprocussions get extreme when we ride against you. Aint no movin yo baby mama, or your kids, everybody finna get it for the shit that you did. So when I get to yo crib, better come out swingin cause the Devil aint even ready for this hell im bringin. We dont want no dope, we dont want no cash, we dont want no excuses we just want yo ass. So when the front door crash and you see them soldiers, when that gun go blast, dont say that Bun aint told ya. Now I stand on my two feet, one clip, two heats. 20 shot hollow heads, bitch gimmie the loose leaf. Fuck beef I gotta K for niggas, in spots the laws wont find ya for days my nigga. South Side young playa full of plots and scams. Show ya how to get ya ovals up and lock the grams. Boyz know me in the hood, but not from rappin. Back street trappin, front line, ya boyz a captain. First nigga to shoot, I aint tryin to talk, bring the heat to the hospital and finish it off. No life is a ???? while im rollin with my gun up, dont getcha bitch gun butt, nigga whatcha want what. It aint shit to get yo family touched, catch a T on the bus and pop a ass like a clutch nigga. Im in the game cause I love the rush, love the bucks, this fans money's neva enough. 45 in the Rova, the K is on my shoulda, pop yo bitch ass then I go and smoke it ova. Niggas gettin olda, but thugs is comin younga. So just in case you wonda, I keep a F in the thunda. Nigga yous a blunda, got rocked by the thunda, cryin to that Bun, but hes the reason why we done ya. He gave us the word, said we keep the birds, beefin is for nerds, I put your brains on the curb, fucka! Pull yo piece nigga, and watch you rest in it, come to this clip game, bitch im the best in it. Yo white flag wavin, now its on, bitch please, all yo loved ones houses lookin like Swiss Cheese. Tried to let yo ass make it, but yo ass act a fool, now the HK the AK and the AR is the tool. All ya homeboyz gone and the hoes want the rest, so tell yo mom and yo sista break out the black dress |
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from Bun-B - Trill (2005)
[Intro: Lil' Keke]
Big terrible Texas It's where legends are born I'm Lil' Keke The Don Original Screwed Up Click It's a dedication to DJ Screw Fat Pat, Big Mello, Big Steve Feel it? [Chorus: Lil' Keke] Draped up and dripped out, Know what I'm talking about Draped up and dripped out, Know what I'm talking about Draped up and dripped out, Know what I'm talking about Draped up and dripped out, Know what I'm talking about [Lil' Keke] I'm draped up and dripped out, the truth has just slipped out 84's, Red Doors, Candy Apple Flip-Flop Got them boppers dripped out cause my drop tip top Purple Cup, Screw Us Up, that's what keep the streets hot Don P, Bun B, Please Free Pimp C Hydro, Super Flow, know these boys feeling me Come to Houston, Texas and see swangaz and 'lacs And don't forget to tell the people that the legends are back, yeah [Slim Thug] It's Slim Thug showing H-Town love Used to hit the club on dubs, acting bad on scrubs (thats right) Mad spokes and leather, 24's or better Boys say they riding candy but my load is wetter The roads for compeitors when they see the two letters They'll never ever ever ever ever get on my level (thats right) Me and Bun together caked up with clout Staying draped up and dripped out, know what I'm talking about? [Chamillionaire] The city is back, just look at the map, thought we wouldn't get in the game I'm sticking my dick up in the game and bustin in that like a train I'm hitting that mayne, look at this grain I'm grippin, I'm fixing to swang My bumper doing the body rock and my trunk is doing the crane Now who in the hell was able to tell the world it wasn't my bang I turn up the beat and I'm cracking the street, the city we started to train The world is looking like Texas mayne, just watch how they pick up the slang Just show 'em your grill and pick up some drank and watch how they do the same, Hold up mayne [Paul Wall] What it do baby, It's Paul Wall, Players rise while haters fall Got Fo's crawling in the 54 on the service road, I'm obeying the laws I stay shining like headlights and I stay crawling like head lice Just like a boy but I play the dice, them twos and threes ain't nuttin nice Them threes and fours I'ma roll fo sho, fo's and vogues, we call 'em swang My partner Bun B bring the pain, Wanna know what I rep? Just check the chain In the hood is where I hang, On South Lee, that 5-9 He dippin oil, He drippin candy, From P-A to H-Town, It goes down [Chorus] [Mike Jones] I stay draped up, dripped out, Drop the top when I'm flipping out Candy low on 84, (How you know they Fo's?) they poking out Ice Age and Rap-A-Lot, Pimping hoes in the parking lot Diamonds shining in my grill, you can see 'em if its dark or not When I'm out in the limelight, I make sure I shine bright I'm in the drop with the glock cocked, you know I keep that iron tight I'm getting brain from a tight dame on North Maine in the turning lane I'm young and rich talking alot of shit, I guess its because I'm having thangs [Aztek] I'm still draped up and dripped out, know what I'm talking bout Fighting over parking spots, bustin in the parking lot (Next two lines in Spanish) Now put your blocks up, Now put your sets up Fuck that nigga over there cause I think he said something Have to take 'em with a clip out, with the click out, dont give a shit bout Til he gets out, Free Pimp C, we draped up and dripped out [Lil' Flip] I told Bun when you need a verse, just holla You know how we do it, you don't gotta spend no dollars I'm puffin dro, bangin screw, and riding fos Middle fingers in the air, you know how it goes Stash spot with weight in it, Candy paint with blakes in it Trunk got the bass in it, One liter with eights in it Swisha sweet with haze in it, you know I'm blowed Four row diamond chain, you know I'm pro Johnny got me right huh? 80 karats, bright huh? Hit the button, pop the trunk, watch the neon light jump I'ma keep folding bread til Pimp hold his head We miss you DJ Screw, man I hate you dead [Z-Ro] Down to ride red but I'ma ride blue in the turning lane looking just like Screw 300 Crissy, don't think they doors, Everybody know Z-Ro's flow is ferocious I keep a ride with the daytons in the deck, Might be deep 22 drank in the whip You can keep the sherm but you can pass the cup, My cadillac rolling on glass and wood Would I knock a jacka down when his ass get up, Hell naw, this is playa from the chest to the nut Screw was here he said I would come up now the radio requesting my stuff Gotta keep a smif n wesson to buss cause the better life keep me stressing enough Is this rap for real, is it a blessing or what?, Screw I hope I see you when they wet me up [Bun B] This is H-Town, Texas, tell me how does it look? Taking over the rap kitchen and we ready to cook You can hear us whipping the beakers coming out of the speakers Stepping up some fresh hard for you out of town peakers We got 3rd Ward, 4th Ward, and Southside G's Plus Southwest and Bloody Nickels rollin 83's It's Houston, Texas motherfucker, you know the name We'll see you in February for the All-Star Game [Chorus - repeat 2X] |
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from Bun-B - Trill [Screwed & Chopped] (2005)
Ladies and Gentlemen of the Southern States of America, We Are Gathered Here Today To Bring You The Beginning Of A New Era. And Now The Speaker Of The South, Jay Prince.
[Jay Prince] Ahh yeaaah. Rap-a-lot back in the house, once again. With the trillest of the trill, Bun B, the new President of the South. Yo Bun, it's yo time, and we dedicate this one to all our brothers and sisters, who suffer at the hands of the innocent. [Bun B] It's been a long time comin' but it finally came, for Bun B to get his mutha fuckin' shot at the game. I put mo' work in than the average trill nigga can put, and I'm a gangsta from my head to my foot, blacker than soot. I got the Hood behind me, the Streets co-signed me, head ? in the ghetto, mayn you know where to find me. The mission is laid out, and the vision is clear, from this moment I run the South, and everything down here. That go from corners to cuts, trap spots to blocks, whether it's rappin' or work, I got the shit on lock. I aint all with that back talkin', sneak this in a plexion, I'ma tell ya how I feel 'cause I'm a God Damn Texan. 'Bout time for me to start eliminatin' the frauds, 'cause it's a White House of cards, and it's filled with broads. We gone run them hoes out and bring them Trill niggas in, cause what happened in New Orleans should never happen again. They be sittin' on they ass doin' much about nothing, for too God Damn long, and I'm tired of the frontin'. I'ma instegate a change from the mutha fuckin' top, 'cause this bullshit they pullin' on my people gotta stop. So I'm here to make a stand, and take up the slack, Dirty South rest easy, I gotcha mutha fuckin' back. It's a new king on the throne, and his chrown is a hat, that says FREE PIMP C, now what's fuckin' with that? Hail to the chief.. |
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from Bun-B - Trill [Screwed & Chopped] (2005)
Co-co-co-come n do it, Bun (4x)
FIRST VERSE (Bun) Back on the blocks, nigga (Bun) Servin em rocks, nigga (Bun) Strapped wit them glocks and U know (Bun) Keepin em cocked, nigga (Bun) They bout the bullshit cuz (Bun) Nobody's issue so (Bun) Bustin that pistol so U know (Bun) They fin to miss U, see cuz (Bun) Straight out the hood, nigga (Bun) Fresh out the cuts (Bun) Straight outta P.A.T. so (Bun) Holdin these nuts, U know dat (Bun) Paintin a real picture (Bun) They wit that speakin cuz (Bun) So get to poppin off and (Bun) Gon leave U leakin if its (Bun) U know it's certified (Bun) They with them games cuz (Bun) We whoopin ass then (Bun) We takin names U see (Bun) Jump on a Benz is it (Bun) Jump on a Lac shit (Bun) Jump on what U wanna (Bun) Cuz we countin stacks rollin (Bun) Man U gon see ya paper (Bun) About his cash cuz (Bun) Gon get his grind on it (Bun) He's bound to mash, nigga (Bun) This is hard as it goes (Bun) This is trill as it gets (Bun) Ain't gotta ask U, nigga (Bun) Know U feelin this shit (Bun) HOOK (4x) Bun B be, King of the Unda-unda-undaground U can't fuck wit that SECOND VERSE (Bun) I'm an O to the G (Bun) From U-G to the K (Bun) The middle fingaz up (Bun) I be reppin the P.A. (Bun) A dirty south nigga (Bun) One of them Texas boyz (Bun) We grippin grain and U see (Bun) Drippin this Texas toys (Bun) He be drippin his paint (Bun) He be poppin his trunk (Bun) He be swangin his ladies (Bun) He make boppers get crunk (Bun) Gon get his lean on so (Bun) Gon crack a seal and (Bun) Be sittin sidewayz cuz (Bun) Jump off the bill U see (Bun) Rollin on 22's (Bun) Got 24's too (Bun) Ride when he want to cuz (Bun) Do what he s'pose to and (Bun) About his clique, nigga (Bun) Ain't bout a bitch cuz (Bun) Known as the only way that (Bun) We stayin rich, nigga (Bun) Give a fuck bout a snitch (Bun) Gon put two in his dome (Bun) We ain't bout sittin in jail (Bun) We bout sittin at home (Bun) This is hard as it goes (Bun) This is trill as it gets (Bun) Ain't gotta ask U, nigga (Bun) Know U feelin this shit (Bun) HOOK (4x) THIRD VERSE (Bun) We spittin raw, nigga (Bun) We spittin fire, nigga (Bun) We duckin the feds cuz (Bun) ??? wire, nigga (Bun) Buddies are workin (Bun) Ain't gotta hide, nigga (Bun) So speak from the heart cuz (Bun) It's not a lie, nigga (Bun) Rep for the Eastside and (Bun) Rep for the West but (Bun) Don't stand for foolishness cuz (Bun) Put it to rest, nigga (Bun) We got the medicine cuz (Bun) Know that U sick and (Bun) T.P.P. on the bitch cuz (Bun) Know he the shit, nigga (Bun) We get gangsta wit it (Bun) They put them hands on U (Bun) They put U on your back and (Bun) Fuckin stand on U (Bun) They'll call the man on U (Bun) He's not a hater cuz (Bun) Just like a Big Tymer (Bun) A heavy-weighter, nigga (Bun) A big rim ridah (Bun) A big body swanger (Bun) A big slab glidah (Bun) An 84 clanga (Bun) This is hard as it goes (Bun) This is trill as it gets (Bun) Ain't gotta ask U, nigga (Bun) Know U feelin this shit (Bun) HOOK (4x) Bun (20x) |
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from Bun-B - Trill [Screwed & Chopped] (2005)
(*talking*)
I say General, ladies and bad ass out of control babies It's the return, of the bad ass perm pimp ya heard Ya boy Fr-Fre-Fre-Fresh, Fre-Fre-Fre-Fre-Fresh Fr-Fre-Fre-Fr-Fre-Fresh, ay [Bun B] Bitch it's the king of the trill, I'm top of the line My paint is on drip, my rims is on shine My butter seats reclined, cherry oak is grip With swisha sweets to blow, and purple rain to sip Now straight up off the rip, I'm letting boys know I've never been a bitch, don't plan to be a hoe So if you got some plex, you better keep it low I bring it to your chest, soon as you hit the do' You know me as a pro, respect me as a vet I put it down befo', you ain't seen nothing yet My candy still glossy, my 4's still flossy My rocks real icey, I'm looking kinda bossy And feeling real saucy, it's time to get it crunk Now watch me pop it fly, just like I'm popping trunk The leader of the pack, the star of the show When Bun is in the building, you already know [Hook: Mannie Fresh] I'm fresh (I'm fresh), brand new (brand new) Everytime, that I come through Hoe look at my wrist (my wrist), my neck (my neck) I just bust me a fat ass check, hoe I'm the man (I'm the man), he's a whimp (he's a whimp) If you wanna get ahead, get a pimp Dope boy shoes, big rings And only bad bitches say my name, hoe [Bun B] Bitch you wanna roll with a pimp, then have it on your mind It's all about this bread, so you gon have to grind I gotta stay on shine, so you know what that means You gotta hit that track, and bring me back that green Cause daddy need his ice, and daddy need his chain We gotta keep it G, so rec' him as the game A hoe need a pimp, a pimp need a hoe And tricks need us both, so let's go get that do' In case you didn't know, I haven't been told But pussy on the corner, and it's as good as sold It's tricks on the prowl, so stay out on that stroll Cause I'ma sell your cot, and you gon sell your soul My pimping way too cold, but it's gon keep me warm With minks up on my back, and rocks up in my charm So bitch ring the alarm, and tell 'em I've arrived The greatest ever born, that's dead or alive [Hook] [Bun B] Bitch you know that Rap-A-Lot's the click, and UGK's the fam It's middle fingers up, cause we don't give a damn Them Caddy do's slam, that top gon drop Them 4's gon tip, them blades gon chop Them deuces get chunked, them screens gon fall It's Southside holding, so we gon ball And slabs gon crawl, them 3's gon swang That woman gon shine, that trunk go bang And underground king, from P.A.T I miss my dog, so free Pimp C And I'ma hold it down, and rep for my team To keep us on the map, so he can get that green I work the triple beam, electronic scale Even a baby bottle, whatever get that mail So Mannie please tell em, the motherfucking real Why Bun coulda be, so motherfucking trill [Hook - 2x] |
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from Bun-B - Trill [Screwed & Chopped] (2005)
[Intro]
Oooooohweeee Alright-alright-alright, (ok-ok) Ok-ok-ok, (alright-alright-alright) Alright-alright-alright, (ok-ok) Ok-ok-ok, (alright-alright-alright) It's Bun B and (Jazze Phizzle-Phizzle) It's Bun B and (Phizzle-Phizzle-Phizzle) It's Bun B and (Jazze Phizzle-Phizzle) Bun B, UGK sho nuff ladies and gentlemen [Hook: Jazze Pha - 2x] Got me some bread, made some paper Costly fabrics, minks and gators bitch I'm balling (diamonds on my chest, keep me looking good Got diamonds on my chest, keep me looking good) [Bun B] Before I jump up out my silk sheets, and hop off in the shower It's already understood, I got the money and the power I grab the baby powder, under shirt and white tee My Dickies, fitted cap and white one's that's me A hundred karats worth of rocks, courtesy of Johnny I roll a couple blunts, and load up the Tommy Ready to get my stunt on, my pockets on swoll Now all I gotta do, is see which car I'm finna roll Now I can take the Benz, or I can take the Rover And if I pull the Bentley Coupe out, then it's over But I'ma keep it O-G, and pull out the slab So I can sit on buck, and have some wood grain to grab Last but not least, before I pull out on the scene You know I gotta po' me up, my oily cup of lean I've been stacking all this green, now it's time for some spending I've been cool about this grinding, but ain't no mo' pretending [Hook - 2x] [Bun B] Now if you see me in the shopping center, walking down the hall It's already understood, that I'm buying out the mall I got six homies with me, and at least two freaks Man we looking for the Louis, and the Gucci boutiques I keep the flyest footwear, and the newest Locs And if I get some'ing for me, I'm getting some'ing for my folks Cause we all gon be fitted up, we all popping tags We all walking out of this mall, with big bags And I ain't gotta brag, you can see it for yourself I got ballers on my right side, and ballers on my left We ain't from the same hoods, but it's all to the good We bout getting this money, like some real G's should And we ain't knocking nobody's hustle, why plex man You only hate on yourself, when you hating on the next man You can't be like Bun B, so why try to Get your own bread, and you can ball just like I do [Hook - 2x] [Bun B] Before I pull up to the valet, and hop out of the car It's already understood, that we buying out the bar It's a line around the corner, people trying to get inside But a playa like myself, is finna walk right by it Now move the velvet rope, and keep the scanner You don't wanna see us angry, like we David Banner 2000 and 5, Tony Montana haters Ain't no need for you to knock us, just congratulate us We done made it out the ghetto, by staying on the grind We focused on the paper chase, with money on our mind Now we just wanna shine, buy some bottles and pop em So if you see niggaz out there, playa hating then stop em Cause we don't really wanna have, to bust a motherfucker's head We just wanna holla at bad bitches, and spend this bread We buying everybody drinks, and making it rain Cause I'ma rep, like a motherfucking underground king [Hook - 2x] |
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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)
[Intro: Lil' Keke]
Big terrible Texas It's where legends are born I'm Lil' Keke The Don Original Screwed Up Click It's a dedication to DJ Screw Fat Pat, Big Mello, Big Steve Feel it? [Chorus: Lil' Keke] Draped up and dripped out, Know what I'm talking about Draped up and dripped out, Know what I'm talking about Draped up and dripped out, Know what I'm talking about Draped up and dripped out, Know what I'm talking about [Lil' Keke] I'm draped up and dripped out, the truth has just slipped out 84's, Red Doors, Candy Apple Flip-Flop Got them boppers dripped out cause my drop tip top Purple Cup, Screw Us Up, that's what keep the streets hot Don P, Bun B, Please Free Pimp C Hydro, Super Flow, know these boys feeling me Come to Houston, Texas and see swangaz and 'lacs And don't forget to tell the people that the legends are back, yeah [Slim Thug] It's Slim Thug showing H-Town love Used to hit the club on dubs, acting bad on scrubs (thats right) Mad spokes and leather, 24's or better Boys say they riding candy but my load is wetter The roads for compeitors when they see the two letters They'll never ever ever ever ever get on my level (thats right) Me and Bun together caked up with clout Staying draped up and dripped out, know what I'm talking about? [Chamillionaire] The city is back, just look at the map, thought we wouldn't get in the game I'm sticking my dick up in the game and bustin in that like a train I'm hitting that mayne, look at this grain I'm grippin, I'm fixing to swang My bumper doing the body rock and my trunk is doing the crane Now who in the hell was able to tell the world it wasn't my bang I turn up the beat and I'm cracking the street, the city we started to train The world is looking like Texas mayne, just watch how they pick up the slang Just show 'em your grill and pick up some drank and watch how they do the same, Hold up mayne [Paul Wall] What it do baby, It's Paul Wall, Players rise while haters fall Got Fo's crawling in the 54 on the service road, I'm obeying the laws I stay shining like headlights and I stay crawling like head lice Just like a boy but I play the dice, them twos and threes ain't nuttin nice Them threes and fours I'ma roll fo sho, fo's and vogues, we call 'em swang My partner Bun B bring the pain, Wanna know what I rep? Just check the chain In the hood is where I hang, On South Lee, that 5-9 He dippin oil, He drippin candy, From P-A to H-Town, It goes down [Chorus] [Mike Jones] I stay draped up, dripped out, Drop the top when I'm flipping out Candy low on 84, (How you know they Fo's?) they poking out Ice Age and Rap-A-Lot, Pimping hoes in the parking lot Diamonds shining in my grill, you can see 'em if its dark or not When I'm out in the limelight, I make sure I shine bright I'm in the drop with the glock cocked, you know I keep that iron tight I'm getting brain from a tight dame on North Maine in the turning lane I'm young and rich talking alot of shit, I guess its because I'm having thangs [Aztek] I'm still draped up and dripped out, know what I'm talking bout Fighting over parking spots, bustin in the parking lot (Next two lines in Spanish) Now put your blocks up, Now put your sets up Fuck that nigga over there cause I think he said something Have to take 'em with a clip out, with the click out, dont give a shit bout Til he gets out, Free Pimp C, we draped up and dripped out [Lil' Flip] I told Bun when you need a verse, just holla You know how we do it, you don't gotta spend no dollars I'm puffin dro, bangin screw, and riding fos Middle fingers in the air, you know how it goes Stash spot with weight in it, Candy paint with blakes in it Trunk got the bass in it, One liter with eights in it Swisha sweet with haze in it, you know I'm blowed Four row diamond chain, you know I'm pro Johnny got me right huh? 80 karats, bright huh? Hit the button, pop the trunk, watch the neon light jump I'ma keep folding bread til Pimp hold his head We miss you DJ Screw, man I hate you dead [Z-Ro] Down to ride red but I'ma ride blue in the turning lane looking just like Screw 300 Crissy, don't think they doors, Everybody know Z-Ro's flow is ferocious I keep a ride with the daytons in the deck, Might be deep 22 drank in the whip You can keep the sherm but you can pass the cup, My cadillac rolling on glass and wood Would I knock a jacka down when his ass get up, Hell naw, this is playa from the chest to the nut Screw was here he said I would come up now the radio requesting my stuff Gotta keep a smif n wesson to buss cause the better life keep me stressing enough Is this rap for real, is it a blessing or what?, Screw I hope I see you when they wet me up [Bun B] This is H-Town, Texas, tell me how does it look? Taking over the rap kitchen and we ready to cook You can hear us whipping the beakers coming out of the speakers Stepping up some fresh hard for you out of town peakers We got 3rd Ward, 4th Ward, and Southside G's Plus Southwest and Bloody Nickels rollin 83's It's Houston, Texas motherfucker, you know the name We'll see you in February for the All-Star Game [Chorus - repeat 2X] |
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from Bun-B - Trill [Screwed & Chopped] (2005)
[Intro: Lil' Keke]
Big terrible Texas It's where legends are born I'm Lil' Keke The Don Original Screwed Up Click It's a dedication to DJ Screw Fat Pat, Big Mello, Big Steve Feel it? [Chorus: Lil' Keke] Draped up and dripped out, Know what I'm talking about Draped up and dripped out, Know what I'm talking about Draped up and dripped out, Know what I'm talking about Draped up and dripped out, Know what I'm talking about [Lil' Keke] I'm draped up and dripped out, the truth has just slipped out 84's, Red Doors, Candy Apple Flip-Flop Got them boppers dripped out cause my drop tip top Purple Cup, Screw Us Up, that's what keep the streets hot Don P, Bun B, Please Free Pimp C Hydro, Super Flow, know these boys feeling me Come to Houston, Texas and see swangaz and 'lacs And don't forget to tell the people that the legends are back, yeah [Slim Thug] It's Slim Thug showing H-Town love Used to hit the club on dubs, acting bad on scrubs (thats right) Mad spokes and leather, 24's or better Boys say they riding candy but my load is wetter The roads for compeitors when they see the two letters They'll never ever ever ever ever get on my level (thats right) Me and Bun together caked up with clout Staying draped up and dripped out, know what I'm talking about? [Chamillionaire] The city is back, just look at the map, thought we wouldn't get in the game I'm sticking my dick up in the game and bustin in that like a train I'm hitting that mayne, look at this grain I'm grippin, I'm fixing to swang My bumper doing the body rock and my trunk is doing the crane Now who in the hell was able to tell the world it wasn't my bang I turn up the beat and I'm cracking the street, the city we started to train The world is looking like Texas mayne, just watch how they pick up the slang Just show 'em your grill and pick up some drank and watch how they do the same, Hold up mayne [Paul Wall] What it do baby, It's Paul Wall, Players rise while haters fall Got Fo's crawling in the 54 on the service road, I'm obeying the laws I stay shining like headlights and I stay crawling like head lice Just like a boy but I play the dice, them twos and threes ain't nuttin nice Them threes and fours I'ma roll fo sho, fo's and vogues, we call 'em swang My partner Bun B bring the pain, Wanna know what I rep? Just check the chain In the hood is where I hang, On South Lee, that 5-9 He dippin oil, He drippin candy, From P-A to H-Town, It goes down [Chorus] [Mike Jones] I stay draped up, dripped out, Drop the top when I'm flipping out Candy low on 84, (How you know they Fo's?) they poking out Ice Age and Rap-A-Lot, Pimping hoes in the parking lot Diamonds shining in my grill, you can see 'em if its dark or not When I'm out in the limelight, I make sure I shine bright I'm in the drop with the glock cocked, you know I keep that iron tight I'm getting brain from a tight dame on North Maine in the turning lane I'm young and rich talking alot of shit, I guess its because I'm having thangs [Aztek] I'm still draped up and dripped out, know what I'm talking bout Fighting over parking spots, bustin in the parking lot (Next two lines in Spanish) Now put your blocks up, Now put your sets up Fuck that nigga over there cause I think he said something Have to take 'em with a clip out, with the click out, dont give a shit bout Til he gets out, Free Pimp C, we draped up and dripped out [Lil' Flip] I told Bun when you need a verse, just holla You know how we do it, you don't gotta spend no dollars I'm puffin dro, bangin screw, and riding fos Middle fingers in the air, you know how it goes Stash spot with weight in it, Candy paint with blakes in it Trunk got the bass in it, One liter with eights in it Swisha sweet with haze in it, you know I'm blowed Four row diamond chain, you know I'm pro Johnny got me right huh? 80 karats, bright huh? Hit the button, pop the trunk, watch the neon light jump I'ma keep folding bread til Pimp hold his head We miss you DJ Screw, man I hate you dead [Z-Ro] Down to ride red but I'ma ride blue in the turning lane looking just like Screw 300 Crissy, don't think they doors, Everybody know Z-Ro's flow is ferocious I keep a ride with the daytons in the deck, Might be deep 22 drank in the whip You can keep the sherm but you can pass the cup, My cadillac rolling on glass and wood Would I knock a jacka down when his ass get up, Hell naw, this is playa from the chest to the nut Screw was here he said I would come up now the radio requesting my stuff Gotta keep a smif n wesson to buss cause the better life keep me stressing enough Is this rap for real, is it a blessing or what?, Screw I hope I see you when they wet me up [Bun B] This is H-Town, Texas, tell me how does it look? Taking over the rap kitchen and we ready to cook You can hear us whipping the beakers coming out of the speakers Stepping up some fresh hard for you out of town peakers We got 3rd Ward, 4th Ward, and Southside G's Plus Southwest and Bloody Nickels rollin 83's It's Houston, Texas motherfucker, you know the name We'll see you in February for the All-Star Game [Chorus - repeat 2X] |
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from Bun-B - Trill [Screwed & Chopped] (2005)
[Intro: Ludacris]
I still {*7X*} Tote steel I still tote steel {*2X*} I still, ha [Chorus: Ludacris] + (Bun B) I still tote steel, give a fuck how you feel We some southern OG's, Trill Recognize Trill (All my hustlers keep quiet and my dealers don't slip Money speaks for itself so we ain't gotta say shit) I still tote steel, give a fuck how you feel We some southern OG's, Trill Recognize Trill (All my hustlers keep quiet and my dealers don't slip Money speaks for itself so we ain't gotta say shit) [Bun B] Bun B is the name, UGK is the click P-A-T is the city so if you hate, suck a dick I'm from the land of the trill, from the home of the hard Where niggaz don't wait to see ya, they bring it to your yard We ain't never been fraud, we ain't never been lame So if you wanna get it crackin, every nigga is game So we can catch a corner, we can catch a square Any place, any time, I'll be waiting right there See I give you a bad one and shoot you in the spine But as soon as you hit your back, my dogs'll eat you alive All we know is survive, we ain't taking no ails So before you play with us, you best play with yourself Cause I'm tired of the tough talk, tired of the mean mug I'm bout ready to give these buck niggaz a clean slug Cock back the hammer on the god damn steel Put a hollow in the middle of his god damn breel, fuck it [Chorus] [Ludacris] Talking about the carots in my watch, diamonds in my chain Who's baddest on the block, What my status in the game The records that I've sold, Bobby V going gold And all them number one chart positions that I hold The money and the wealth, well I'll keep it to myself But I'm always willing to share the firepower on the shelf I'm shiny star spanglin, ding-a-ling danglin Luda the sheet swisha, broke the record of Wilt Chamberlin I'm College Park rangering, Houston, Tex mangering So get down or lay down and see these middle finger rings I'm banging in the east, west, south, all over the map, boy I do it for myself, my daughter, and all these trap boyz Lac boyz, candy and paint, paper we stack boy Semi-automatic so make the click get back boy Click, since I was born, I been the shit And money speaks for itself so I ain't never said sheit [Chorus] [Bun B] Niggaz best to start running, hiding, dodging, and ducking Cause them trill niggaz comin, riding, cocking, and bucking Bitch you fucking with a monster, a beast like no other The hardest nigga living since my motherfucking brother So duck and cover, duck and roll, hit the deck We coming for money and your motherfucking respect We ain't taking no checks, money orders or visa's Your life is on the line so don't motherfucking tease us You gonna need Jesus to hold you and help ya Cause you fucking with me, bitch you gonna see helter skelter That heat gon melt ya, this steel gon gut ya You lame ass nigga, know ya nolia then fuck ya Bitch, I stopped giving a damn when Pimp went to the pen So not everyones associates and nobody's friends Just make sure to get my ends and nobody gets hurt Before I put somebody's children under motherfucking dirt, fuck it [Chorus] |
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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 Bun-B - Trill [Screwed & Chopped] (2005)
Say, this is the realist shit I ever wrote or said
Wake up with it everyday and take it with me to bed Hurting my heart and hanging over my head Bout the realest nigga these Texas streets ever bred C.L. Butler better known as Chad or Pimp C The closest homeboy that I ever had Now when we first met, we wasn't on the same page From pettiness understandings that got cleared up with age Two young boys who was ready to mash Put P.A. on the map and maybe make a little cash Jumped down with Big Tyme, put down a few songs Everybody co-signed saying that we could do no wrong Then hit the streets with a big ass bang Them gangsta ass rhymes with that country ass twang Dropped "Tell Me Something Good" took off and went live Shit, next thing you know we was signing to Jive Dropped "Too Hard to Swallow" "A Pocket Full of Stones" Put the remix on "Menace" shit we had it going on Got love in the streets and played on the air But the homey putting us out, wasn't playing too fair Had to separate ourself, bring in a new team But sometimes the other side ain't always what it seems We dropped "Super Tight" a album full of killer flows But then we got caught up with the drugs and the hoes We didn't realize what was happening on the real And new management was cutting back room deals Hiding different money and ever sealing the price He had us doing all the work but was keeping the biggest slice Took a while to catch on, to what homey was doing But by the time we did, all the paperwork was in ruins Nigga kept all the receipts so we couldn't file taxes The next thing you know, IRS hitting us with axes Pimp you owe seven figures, Bun you owe six Better get your paper together, get this shit fixed Remixed the management team and tried it ourself Cussed out the GM, almost got put on the shelf Fuck it, dropped "Ridin' Dirty" instant classic in the South Reclaimed the southern title, shut everybody's mouth Got some clout in the game, boys calling us the greatest But meanwhile me and Pimp is still ducking haters The old manager calling and say he fina' sue And put a padlock on the everything we trying to do Put a call out to the Prince, this nigga still hating We got heat for the streets, and we can't keep the people waiting He made a call to ??? and folks, telling the man You gotta cut UGK some slack understand Young Pimp got the plan, Bun got the drawl Rap-A-Lot had our back and we just waiting on Jive We got the big bosses on the same page So me and young Pimp went hit 'em from center stage Next thing you know we got this call from the N.Y. It's Jay-Z saying y'all niggaz getting fly He doing "Volume 3" and got a track from Timb And wondered could some trill niggaz rock it with him Shit big Bun was all for it, but Pimp wasn't sure But "Big Pimpin" hit 'em 187-Pure Number one song on every station you turn on MTV and BET we getting our burn on Grammy nominated can't believe that we made it And we got a call from Jive that left us all faded And it stated, that due to the success of the track We here at Jive records, would like to piggy back Get another beat from Timb, then get a verse from Jay Let Hype shoot the video and we'll be on the way Shit it sounded okay, but me I had to ask If we don't do Big Pimpin 2, would you still put us on blast A song like that would might take a nigga to the top But my true fan base, might think a nigga flop They got mad and put niggaz on hold For damn near a year till the buzz got cold So we said fuck 'em and went back to the basics Trying to find ways to get the fuck up out the matrix We put "Dirty Money" together and it was aces But that's around the time that Pimp caught two cases He got probation, said fuck you hoes We finish the album, got ready to do a couple shows And then he violated, one month before we dropped And shit just got put on hold or fucking stopped Now 30 days done, we back to the nitty gritty Album got released, big showdown in Chocolate City Niggaz with masks on, vests and all black It's Christmas 2001, bitch we was all that Strongest on the block, nobody could budge And then he violated, now we right back before the judge They calling him a nuisance, put my dog behind a fence It was January 28th, he ain't been home since Threw a nigga through a loop and caught me in the crosses Standing cold, CEO, now I'm the fucking boss Had the devil on my back, got to drinking and drugging Had to make a choice, get back to rapping or thugging So I walked into my bedroom, got down on my knees Put my hands together and I prayed Lord please Let me get past this bridge over water that's trouble And get back up on my grind on the double He said son don't worry Cause it's not really hard as it seem And I can turn your nightmares back into dreams You just got to stay true to yourself and succeed Then push away from the devil and get closer to me And every since that night man I promise I been on it Giving that killer flow to anybody who want it Pimp the pen like never before, I'm breaking 'em G Not to mention I got the world screaming free Pimp C So soon as you make parole and they open the doors You ain't gotta worry about nothing, the world is yours Ain't no mo' struggles my nigga and no mo' stripe I kept it real because to me it's UGK for life |
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from Bun-B - Trill [Screwed & Chopped] (2005)
Hey, Hey, we keepin it trill, samba baby
[chorus:] If u need love im lovin, if u need a thug im thuggin, whatever u need girl ima hold u down, need a lil dough we flippin got somewhwere to go im whippin, a real life hustla whatever u need girl ima hold u down [Bun B] Bun Beater ima man amongst men my chain is white gold my steel is tungsteen im made of tough skin u gon respect me (hold up) take mo then a average nigga to check me Ima rider till the wheels go bald and they floor out (damn) one hundred and one percent G and its no doubt that if u need a man to make u feel secure then baby u aint gotta look no more i got the cure u want money and jewels (jewels) u want clothes and cars (cars) wanna live VIP rubbin shoulders wit stars (stars) wanna fly in G4's (4's) or sail the seas then your wish is my command u can do what ya please (hey) the lap of luxury is what you'll be layin in just respect the playa and the game that hes playin in (forreal) i can show u a side of life u never seen (huh) cuz even the king of trill needs himself a queen [chorus] [Mike Jones] See all that listenin to them hoes in your ear gotta quit i see they smile when im around when i leave they talk shit they just mad cuz i got u flippin jags poppin tags brand new clothes u cant tell by the bag i dont mean to boast and brag but them hoes around u hatin they just waitin on u to slip so i could leave yo ass with nathan then when i do that they gon back door and try to holla hopin ima do them like you and drop them off some dollas but i aint cuz i cant afford to go back down that road id rather stay on my J-O and stack a bank roll but i aint cuz i cant afford to go back down that road id rather stay on my J-O and stack a bank roll but if u real and u down and in public you dont clown holla at me ill be around (mike jones) but if u real and u down and in public you dont clown holla at me ill be around Yea [chorus] i been puttin it down nigga and holdin my grounds nigga from off the mound nigga we duckin them clowns nigga takin they crown nigga and shovin the town nigga rocks off the ground got the kush by the pounds nigga ankle blingin baby wrist on freeze got the chevy on the ice love a bitch wit gold teeths nigga hot girl nigga lovin the G keep the work under the seat she do it for me take a trip to port her off to the beach tell her homie hold it down cuz we hustle to eat and got me feelin like i lost my jones i done lost my horns so H town is on ain't nuttin change cuz the palms got chrome nigga do this in the early cuz we gettin it on and baby girl u could shop alone and fly the four to France and take a hundred bones [chorus] |
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from Bun-B - Trill [Screwed & Chopped] (2005)
(Biatch - echo) 2X
(Biatch - broken faded echo) 4X (Constantly in the middle of the verse) Verse 1 : Bun B Say, I am all about this bread, all about this cheese Pimpin' be heldin up man, i breaks em off with the ease Fuck it, I am all about this paper all about this peston In case you can't recognise though, you fuckin' with a mack silly i am all about this chedder all about the dirt so dont be surprised if you see me straight gettin it off a ho Stupid, I am all about this duckers and all about this scrillin i got no reservation bout breakin bitches fo real get it cause bun b the bring the heat to the fire you think pimpin aint pimpin youz a motherfuckin liar Sorry, Messiah the strolling king of the corner just that i' ll be selling pot, since you was playing pot corner Lil i am on a mission for for seven figures to four Straight outta bitch mouth, pussy and her asshole believe me, as it was told to me thats how i am tellin it so if anybody buying pussy i'm selling it Who Need A Bitch! Chorus : Bun B If anybody need a bitch then i got one put her in the drop and you can let her ride shot gun she can suck your duck while you mash on the gas so you can take her to the crib and put some dick in her ass Who need a.. if anybody need a bitch just holla i got top notch pussy for your bottom white dolla' we poppin our collars and dustin these gators off not to mention we brushin these haters off Now tell me who need a.. Verse 2 : Juvenile Ooo, ma nigga like me i'll take it on Victona? and let you work your body Imma put out APBs for the rank freaks some bad bitches in here tonite we might need (Where ma Hoes?) is she really with hittin the tracks and we dont never have about problem with bringin it back Nope, she dont back talk me when we up in the Lac cause she know it aint nothin for me to give her a smack (Whatchu Need?) I need a bitch that can get up on a plane Put it up in the pussy and come back on a train (When did she trip out?) she dont want me to get after her mayne Callin when she get something cause she know i aint playin (Its Official!) Ima Pimp bitch you know where the gun be I'm ridin shot gun with Short dog and Bun B This game doing time but it be back They got pussy on the market, where the G's at? Chorus : Bun B If anybody need a bitch then i got one put her in the drop and you can let her ride shot gun she can suck your duck while you mash on the gas so you can take her to the crib and put some dick in her ass Who need a.. if anybody need a bitch just holla i got top notch pussy for your bottom white dolla' we poppin our collars and dustin these gators off not to mention we brushin these haters off Now tell me who need a.. Verse 3 : Too $hort Biatch! on your mind you cant hold back now's the time Jump in the car and go pick her up Take her somewhere so you can fuck if you wanted to you can knock her All you gotta do is take her shopping A lil extra cash for her pocket Next thing you know you'll be fucking...(Biatch Echo) I like to do the opposite i charge these hoes when they want some dick I spit the game and they dont complain Too $hort baby thats my name Real players need ladies to have some fun If i had seven and you had none I'd give you one, but you gots to pay Trick motherfucker whatchu say? You need a Biatch!! Chorus : Bun B If anybody need a bitch then i got one put her in the drop and you can let her ride shot gun she can suck your duck while you mash on the gas so you can take her to the crib and put some dick in her ass Who need a.. if anybody need a bitch just holla i got top notch pussy for your bottom white dolla' we poppin our collars and dustin these gators off not to mention we brushin these haters off Now tell me who need a.. Too $hort ( Talking) Yall niggas aint got no hoes whatchu know about that nigga Short dogg fuckin with ma boy Bun B ma old school pimpin playa partner Texas boys ride Biatch! Oh no, me i dont need no bitches i got too many hoes right now, im trying to get rid of some of these bitches mayne you need a bitch take this bitch right here... |
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from Bun-B - Trill [Screwed & Chopped] (2005)
[Intro - Mannie Fresh]
The, the underground, the, the underground, the, the underground... The, the underground, the, the underground, the, the, the underground... [Bun B] Now this one here for everybody out there off the top This for the real slab-swangas whipping dubs and drops For the real block huggers that's embracing the grind And the three-time fellas that be facing some time For them real deep boys that be baking and serving And the real hood hustlas that be shaking and swerving For the real cut-throwers putting work in on the average And trill ass niggaz living they life like a savage A lot of niggaz hold it down for they set And when the work comes easy And when the game ain't ready They really rep they're neighborhood good or bad Niggaz that really be on the block throwing signs and flags Well I'm here to represent for all the gangstas and the thugs And the underdog niggaz that ain't getting no love For a nigga trying' to make a weight for him and his crew Just recognize I'm representing for you, and nigga that's on the true [Hook - Bun B + (Mannie Fresh)] I'm a sell my dope, I'm a bust my guns I'm a fuck my hoes, I'm a stack my ones What I represent? (The, the underground, the, the underground, the, the underground...) I'm a smoke my good, I'm a sip my drank I'm a grip my grain, I'm a drip my paint What I represent? (The, the underground, the, the underground, the, the, the underground...) [Bun B] Now everybody wanna act like they already got it made With the houses, and the cars, and the bills all paid Got a million in the bank, and two million in jewels But on the cool, life ain't like that for a lot of these fools Lot of people in this world coming up pretty hard Raised in project apartments, with no front yard Had to share their clothes and shoes with cousins and brothers Never had they own shit, they had to share it with others I wasn't born with a silver-spoon sticking out my grill I was raised in the middle of the struggle on the real Had some hard times in my life, trying to make ends meet Not to mention, trying not to fall victim to the streets Against the odds, a nigga made it out the game But that don't mean that I'm gunna forget about from where I came UGK ain't just a name; it's what a nigga is I was there before I got in the biz, and nigga that's on the rizz [Hook] [Bun B] Now people always be around when you shining and balling But they real hard to find when tough times come calling You got money, doing good, and they be all in your face Then disappear like Sue Storm soon as you catch a case It's like clockwork homeboy, the shit never fails Soon as they think the party's over, everybody bails Could a sworn they was your friends when your world was on shine But soon as you get some time, outta sight, outta mind It's a shame that some real ass niggaz took a fall It's a shame how they treat you when you locked behind the wall When your woman won't visit and your homie won't send you no flicks Or come and see you, that's some cold ass shit Well I miss my nigga, he was down for me That's why I got the whole world screaming Free Pimp C And I'll be right here waiting when you touch back down UGK we still holding the crown, kings of the underground [Hook] - Repeat 2X |
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from Bun-B - Trill [Screwed & Chopped] (2005)
Im a G, Nigga you dont know about me.
Im a G, Nigga you dont know about me. Im a G Nigga you dont know about me but yo ass gonna learn and yo ass gonna see. Im a G, Nigga you dont know about me. Im a G, Nigga you dont know about me. Im a G, Nigga you dont know about me but yo ass gonna learn and yo ass gonna see. I stand 5 foot 10, 200 & half 100 percent gangsta dont smile and dont laff in a 3 inch shirt nigga 38 waist. I aint small mothafucka im takin up some space with a size 11 shoe that'll kick u in yo face bitch im all about a crime and ready to catch a case. i aint scared to kick it in yo do and look around yo place i aint scared to cock back a fo and put 1 in yo face stay still nigga flava duece duece in a third teflon coverin yo body juice loose on a curve i serve it like a tennis ball straite up the minice yall i positon and competition and when i fisnish yall can clear the collin and call the corrin tell him next again we shot him like a cracker and stabbed him like a mexican. may never plex again not like he can but just incase he get resurected is best he understands Im a G, Nigga you dont know about me. Im a G, Nigga you dont know about me. Im a G Nigga you dont know about me but yo ass gonna learn and yo ass gonna see. Im a G, Nigga you dont know about me. Im a G, Nigga you dont know about me. Im a G, Nigga you dont know about me but yo ass gonna learn and yo ass gonna see. I see these niggaz doin alot of talkin but they never back it up bout the work they movin or the paper they stackin up u niggaz got the crack it up the only thing u sellin is wolf chickens and we aint buyin'em so pack it up 84's click clack it up and down towners from westside to the east we keep the G and that's a promise but yo plaque on summers americas most wanted. we criminal backgrounds and ready to straite flauted only take is a salt dropper or a instagator messy mothafuckas got the make it fo and a instant hater. im a lay it down like a baby ready to nap cuz im a trill nigga ready to clap. now wats up. i slap a nigga scope him with a back hand left and continue till nobody from yo whack clan left bet u might cheat left and u might cheat the dealer but u neva cheat the king of the underground on the rella. Im a G, Nigga you dont know about me. Im a G, Nigga you dont know about me. Im a G Nigga you dont know about me but yo ass gonna learn and yo ass gonna see. Im a G, Nigga you dont know about me. Im a G, Nigga you dont know about me. Im a G, Nigga you dont know about me but yo ass gonna learn and yo ass gonna see. Psc nigga UGK Free pimp c let me at it boy Hey tell'em for a minute bun chill to yo nigga don they say they got some blowin im the one them niggaz get it from they talkin shit is best interest is to get a gun grab the mac 9 and spit half a clip and them niggaz run. sissy niggaz sweeter then a cinnabun wannem knocked off we the ones u gotta get it done alot of rappers say they g's i dont feel'em no naw yea sissy so keys im still a don. og's Usual low key movin em 03 dont look up at my window u dont know me gangsta gangsta the same time picture the pump and paint i aint the kind u wanna see me aks ar's i cant decide i got the mind of the hustler halacious grind man i hold my city down like i anchor eyin. Im a G, Nigga you dont know about me. Im a G, Nigga you dont know about me. Im a G Nigga you dont know about me but yo ass gonna learn and yo ass gonna see. Im a G, Nigga you dont know about me. Im a G, Nigga you dont know about me. Im a G, Nigga you dont know about me but yo ass gonna learn and yo ass gonna see. |
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from Bun-B - Trill [Screwed & Chopped] (2005)
Nigga you cant run,
Nigga you cant hide, Know that we got guns, Know that we gone ride. Blow out your insides, and leave ya to rot, cause when we give it to bitch we give ya all that we got. Now all it take is one shot to put yo ass in a ditch. But you gone get the other fourty nine for bein a bitch. Go to war with the big man, when it makes no sense to. Reprocussions get extreme when we ride against you. Aint no movin yo baby mama, or your kids, everybody finna get it for the shit that you did. So when I get to yo crib, better come out swingin cause the Devil aint even ready for this hell im bringin. We dont want no dope, we dont want no cash, we dont want no excuses we just want yo ass. So when the front door crash and you see them soldiers, when that gun go blast, dont say that Bun aint told ya. Now I stand on my two feet, one clip, two heats. 20 shot hollow heads, bitch gimmie the loose leaf. Fuck beef I gotta K for niggas, in spots the laws wont find ya for days my nigga. South Side young playa full of plots and scams. Show ya how to get ya ovals up and lock the grams. Boyz know me in the hood, but not from rappin. Back street trappin, front line, ya boyz a captain. First nigga to shoot, I aint tryin to talk, bring the heat to the hospital and finish it off. No life is a ???? while im rollin with my gun up, dont getcha bitch gun butt, nigga whatcha want what. It aint shit to get yo family touched, catch a T on the bus and pop a ass like a clutch nigga. Im in the game cause I love the rush, love the bucks, this fans money's neva enough. 45 in the Rova, the K is on my shoulda, pop yo bitch ass then I go and smoke it ova. Niggas gettin olda, but thugs is comin younga. So just in case you wonda, I keep a F in the thunda. Nigga yous a blunda, got rocked by the thunda, cryin to that Bun, but hes the reason why we done ya. He gave us the word, said we keep the birds, beefin is for nerds, I put your brains on the curb, fucka! Pull yo piece nigga, and watch you rest in it, come to this clip game, bitch im the best in it. Yo white flag wavin, now its on, bitch please, all yo loved ones houses lookin like Swiss Cheese. Tried to let yo ass make it, but yo ass act a fool, now the HK the AK and the AR is the tool. All ya homeboyz gone and the hoes want the rest, so tell yo mom and yo sista break out the black dress |
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from Bun-B - Trill [Screwed & Chopped] (2005)
Yeah (Yeah)
Uh Colli Park in the house Slick we got Bun B (Bun B) Ying Yang Twins Check it out Colli Park drop them beats that'll rock ya world (Thats Right) We Got Bun B and Ying Yang in this thang so get get get get get get it girl Get It Get It Get It Girl (x 4) Get it girl (scratched up) Show them hoes wat u workin with Baby gotta eat You better get right Magic City, Monday, thats the crunk night That Petrone get a nigga gut shiverin Sight for sore eyes these hoes be deliverin Pussy poppin and shakin bringin home the bacon These hoes is for the takin no clothes that mean they naked What the hell you waitin on your ass better get it These girls in the club you better come on with it Drop it, Pop It, Shake it, roll it whoa bitch got a nigga dick sittin on swoll loosin control off the liquor and imma like the way she put that thing on a nigga She playin with my mind see the bitch is fine I can't make her mine but i could drop a dime You want her to dance, this your chance Nigga leave the club with his print showin in his pants Chorus Damn! look at that face look at those eyes look at them hips look at them thighs Got that apple bottom, baby fat top Baby girl you a bad mother (boy stop) Girl i ain't trippin and i ain't hatin but i been watchin and i been waitin like the way that you shake that thing lookin like you finna break that thing You need to let me take that thing with me back to the pad Coz when i put it on you betchya won't be mad You know i go hard then i go deep And its all night long we don't need no sleep Have you doin things that your last man couldn't Lick the lolly pop while i play with the puddin You said you wouldn't, i knew you would don't be scared, its all good, go, get it Chorus Drop it down low hoe shake that shit Lift up for a nigga get loose with it bitch Go Down If he really want some get your ass on the floor and get crunk money comes and goes so its best you get your ass on the floor Start poppin that pussy and then gettin it low Got 10 20 30 40 50 dollar bills So your ass get crunk show me all of your skills Keep it real even tho i know ur a lady You Still in the booty club naked shake it Hold that shit girl show me what you got there Jaga Jaga Jaga Jaga Jaga for a hot tip Bitch get crunk let me see you hit a split Bop your ass up and down like you ridin on a dick I came to the club to put some money in your world so get it get it get it get it get it get it girl Chorus Get It Girl Get It Girl Get it get it get it Get It Girl Get It Girl Show them hoes wat u workin with |
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from Donell Jones - Journey Of A Gemini (2006)
(feat. Bun B)
[Donell Jones] (If you want) Yeah, (If you want) Tonight, I dont want you to think about none of the problems you got going on baby (If you want) [Bun B] Now if your man ain't lovin' u right, You need to role with a 'G', Get a thug in your life. I got tha coup outside and its sittin on crome, Baby girl you ain't gotta go home, Yo tell it jones [Donell Jones] (If you want) You ain't gotta leave, You can just stay right here (If you want) Kiss it one time, Promise baby I won't tell (If you want) Damn what your boyfriend say, U ain't gotta go nowhere (If you want) Here is where you wanna be, Sittin on top right here Urr, unlock your door Girl I wanna knock it down You know what I'm saying No more playin' around I can make u feel Like u ?? On the bed, We can do it every night Don't front if your feelin' right We can do it anyhow you want I just want you to feel at home (If you want) You ain't ever gotta go home to your man, (If you want) You can stay here, u know that u can, (If you want)If you want it baby Girl I know you want it so bad (If you want I got what you want, what you wanted) Said I got what you wanted (what you wanted) If you wanna walk around, My house without nothin on (If you want) You ain't gotta ask me first, Or hesitate to take it off (If you want) And no matter how many times he call, You ain't gotta get that phone (If you want) I know what you wanna do, Now that we're here alone Hey! unlock your door Girl I wanna knock it down You know what I'm saying No more playin' around I can make u feel Like u ?? (On the bed), We can do it every night Don't front if your feelin' right We can do it anyhow you want I just want you to feel at home (If you want You ain't gotta go home to your man) You ain't gotta go home (If you want You can stay here, you know that you can) Said baby you know that you can (If you want Girl I know you want it so bad) (If you want I got what you want, you know what you want) [Bun B] (If you want) Well u can sit back, relax and chill Unwind and spend time with the king of the thrill (If you want) Baby you can let down your hair And kick off your shoes off girl, we ain't goin nowhere (If you want) Mommy I can make your dreams come true, Fulfil your fantasys, whatever you wanna do Baby girl, I ain't scared to please ya Matta fact I'm prepared to please ya Let me ease your body, and your mind Let me pull you closer, and slow grind Lookin at your figure, your so fine Loosin my composure, in no time I'm givin u all u want, baby all you can take Making love till the headboard break And shorty wanna ride with me, then let me know cuz we ride Just open the door and let your butt butt slide in [Donell Jones] Back rub (I got it) ?? (I got it) Feel good, whatever you want, oo yeah No doubt (About it) I'll bang (Your body) Girl I want you to feel at home (If you want You ain't gotta go home to your man) You ain't gotta go home to your man (If you want You can stay here, you know that you can) Stay right here, my lady (If you want) so bad (Girl I know you want it so bad) So bad (If you want I got what you want, you know that you want it) (I got what you want, U ain't gotta stress baby, Just feel at home, I got what you want) hit me baby (U aint gotta stress baby,) oo Just feel at home) aint no more stressin out baby (If you want You ain't gotta go home to your man) You can stay right here, my lady (if you want You can stay here, you know that you can) hit me baby (If you want) said I'm willing, (Girl I know you want it so bad) to get down anyway you love it (If you want I got what you want, you know that you want it) (If you want) |
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from Beanie Sigel - The B.Coming (2005)
(Deep Voice)
Caution Do Not Mix Wit Alcohol It May Cause Drowsiness Keep Out Of Reach Of Small Children (Verse 1: Beanie Sigel) I Roll It Back, Crack A Dutch, Have A Sizip Get Introduced To This Drink That I Sizip Promethazine, Wit Codeine? Thats My Twizist It Might Lean U To The Left, Or Make U Izitch The ProMeth Wit The Tuss Some Like The Mizix According To They Physics, & How They Wanna Dizip Yo Be Careful, It Aint Ya Ordinary Liquid The First Time U Sip It, U Mite Get Addicted Matter Of Fact, I Know Ur Gonna Get Addicted Cause Its So Sweet.Life Liquid, Plus Its Good For Ur Sickness I Used To Watch My Uncle Sip It Goin Through His Act In My Grandmothers Kitchen Head In His Lap, Grandmom Bitchin Pocket Full Of Scrap, Plus Scratchin & Itchin Back When They Sip Brom and Smoked Cheeba Took ?? This One Is For My Real Mug Mixers Who Get Screwed Up, My Thick Juice Sippers Shout Out, To My Man Lil Flip Big Mo, Project Pat & The Whole Three 6 Yea I Know About Them Texas Boys Who Keep A Liter In The Cup, & A Heater In The Tuck Think The (X)anax & The Endo Sack, Make Me Slack? Cocktailed Or V'd Up, Gettin Swiss Cheesed Up (Chorus : Rell) Please Dont Blow My Highhhhhhhhh (Blow My Highhhhh) When Im Sippin That Purple Rainnnnnn (Beanie:) Dont Blow My High Trust Me U Dont Know My Life) Nigga Dont Blow My Highhhh, Dont Blow My Highhhhhhh When Im Tippin That Purple Rainnnnnn I Know It May Sound Crazy, It Keeps Me Lazy... (Verse 2: Bun B) Way Back In 94 When Screw Still Had His Gate Up He Called Me Over To His House & He Poured Me A 8 Up I Asked Him What It Was He Said Bun Get Ya Weight Up This Is Lean, Them White Folks Call It Promethazine Shit But We Gonna Call It Drink Dawg Cuz Thats What We Be Doin To It Now Take This Big Red & Pour About A 2 Into It I Said 2's & 8's, What The Fuck Is U Trippin On? He Said Man That's The Ounces Of Cough Syrup That U Sippin On So Shit I Poured It I Sipped It, Then I Sipped Some Mo I Fired Up A Green Monster, & I Hit That Ho Started Relaxin, Shit & To My Surprise I Was Noddin Off Lookin At The Back Of My Eyes They Tried To Wake Me Up But Shit I Just Kept Yawnin I Fell Out Of My Chair & Woke Up There The Next Mornin God Bless My Nigga, Cause Its Then I Been Spawned On My White Muddy Cup of Texas Tea, That R (Chorus : Rell) Please Dont Blow My Highhhhhhhhh (Blow My Highhhhh) When Im Sippin That Purple Rainnnnnn (Beanie:) Dont Blow My High Trust Me U Dont Know My Life) Nigga Dont Blow My Highhhh, Dont Blow My Highhhhhhh When Im Tippin That Purple Rainnnnnn I Know It May Sound Crazy, It Keeps Me Lazy... (Verse 3: Beanie Sigel & Bun B) (Beanie:) I Roll It Back, Crack A Dutch, Have A Sizip Get Introduced To This Leaf In My Spliziff No Stems, No Seeds, No Stizzicks The Ultimate, Experience Like Jimi Hendrix I Like To Roll Up, Cowboy Tradition Or Burn A Peace Pipe, Insights Like The Injuns Or Burn A Big Spliff, Bob Marley Style Buffalo Soldier, Rastafari Style Smokes On Pizurp (Bun B:) We Sipz On Syzurp) Get It By The 8, By The Pint (Bun B:) Or By The Kizurp) Some Might Take Ya High, Or A Down (Bun B:) Or A Bizurp) Whatever U Can Stand, Floats Ur Boat (Bun B:) Makes Ya Twizurp) Yes I Fucks Wit U If U Smoke On Green (Bun B:) Or Sip On Lean) Yea Whatever, Click Or Teen (Bun B:) Strip For A Scene) Nigga Burn A Spliff One Time (Bun B:) Take Me & Swing Ya Big Body Benz & Ima Swing Mine) (Chorus : Rell) Please Dont Blow My Highhhhhhhhh (Blow My Highhhhh) When Im Sippin That Purple Rainnnnnn (Beanie:) Dont Blow My High Trust Me U Dont Know My Life) Nigga Dont Blow My Highhhh, Dont Blow My Highhhhhhh When Im Tippin That Purple Rainnnnnn I Know It May Sound Crazy, It Keeps Me Lazy... (Bun B) Dedicated To Real Syrup Sippers Boys Wit Big White Cups Man They Doin It Mayn and 10 Years Plus Dedicated to that mayne Screw, my boy Fat Pat, my boy Big Steve my boy Big Melo R.I.P. them boiz poured up real big when they were here, you what i'm sayin wassup young pimp we miss you mayne come on home i'mma pour a pint just for you .................etc. Screwed Up Click, we in here manye hold up, I promise i'm throwed hold up, wassup young wee, the fingerz in here baby ey ya'll gonna have to cut this off..I can't do nothing |
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from Dj Kayslay - The Streetsweeper Vol.2 (2004)
(Featuring Lil Jon/David Banner/Bun B/Baby D)
[Intro: Lil' Jon, DJ KaySlay] [Lil' Jon] Hey (hey!), what?! (what?!) It's the motherfucking Drama King, KaySlay (yeah!) Me, it's ya boy Lil' Jon, hey (hey!) Let's go (ha!), what?! (what?!) what?! Let's go (ha!), yeah, hey! (hey!) Let's go (ha!) [DJ KaySlay (Lil' Jon)] A yo it's DJ KaySlay the Drama (drama!) King Ain't nothin' but real (yeah) niggaz up on this track (what?) right here A yo Brian, we gots to get up in the mix Like we back on the block in '86 [Chorus: Lil' Jon] If my hood talkin' fake shit, what you gon' catch?! (Drama!! Drama!!) What?! What?! (Drama!! Drama!!) In my face thinkin' "oh he hard!" he'll catch (Drama!! Drama!!) Yeah! (Drama!! Drama!!) Tryin' to say somethin' freak bitch, what he gon' get?! (Drama!!, Drama!!) Hey! Hey! (Drama!! Drama!!) You better back up bitch before you get slapped quick! (Drama!! Drama!!) About that nigga named! (Drama!! Drama!!) [Verse 1: Bun B] Niggaz sayin' what they gon' do when they see that Bun B You tellin' everybody out there all that dumb shit but me Alright, you niggaz want it, I got it FUCK IT, it's his space (space) Soon as I get the work from +Kay+, niggaz is gettin' +Slay+ed (slayed) The 50 Caliber handgun, the Mack (Mack), the Glove (Glove) Catch a nigga off the street, show his bitch-ass some love (bitch-ass some love) Hoe, you ain't gettin' no greater, you's a hater Give him 30 in his grill, feed his ass to the gators Fuck him now, fuck him later, niggaz know cause niggaz seen it (seen it) I'm gettin' my money now or get yo' bitch-ass between it (bitch-ass between it) Rawer than Sushi and still swimmin' in the sea I don't know how shit was but I know how shit is finna be (what?) Killin' off the enemy, short stoppin' ya cuts (yeeah) Cuttin' off ya supply cause now your connect workin' for us (okay) Grab the thang and I'm a bust, I ain't scared to do the time So if you wanna fuck wit us, best of have it on ya mind, nigga [Chorus: Lil' Jon] [Verse 2: David Banner] KaySleezy, man it's easy, look, for me to go and bust On pussy-ass niggaz who can't shut the fuck up The Drama-Slap-Ya-Momma King and Mr. Mississippi If it's problems come and get me man, I'll dump 150 Out the (A) K, blowin' my way, make his momma say, "oh my!" Niggaz die, I roll around high All the dro clicked out bustin' the .44 If ya really buck girl, then you slap that hoe Knock her out Bitch look, ya know what I'm about Born fair If ya real then put it in the air Big guns, big funds and real big wheels Go on hit him in his chest and watch his body windmill Aw FUCK, David Banner is comin' out the cut All I got in this world is my word and my nut - fuck nigga [Lil' Jon talking] + (David Banner) Yo we gotta let these (yeah) niggaz know what they gettin' When they fucking startin' wit that bullshit [Chorus: Lil' Jon] [Verse 3: Baby D] Motherfucker want it, get done up Packin' heat out the summer BLAOW! BLAOW! in the crowd Now watch the crowd go ball And this here (yeeah) about the clip and (hoe) they dug it (hoe) And givin' blood up (come on) I'm too fast for 'em Mr. Potato (oh) Head (ooh), nigga then slid and mash on Clash on 'em (yeeah), harass 'em (yeeah) Flash 'em (yeeah) wit a full tank of gas Then put this (oh) in ya ass Wit acid (yeeah), without a reason (hoe) ain't leakin' But (come on) how my tolerance is limited Got 'em smokin' like chimney, leave ya body dumpin' like Jimmeny You the enemy that envy me (hoe) it's a sin to be (come on) Friends wit these niggaz who ain't kin to me Family, countin' (ooh) the problems, when we jump off probably Hard and he soft (hey), I was taught (hoe) Uh, (come on) when you done wit 'em (what?), they better not be able to walk Don't talk (yeeah) and let your answers speak for ya (for ya) The block ain't hot until it boil I love the block (yeeah) like hot pot did Donald Boyle (ooh) I make bread on the soil [Chorus: Lil' Jon] |
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from Destiny's Child - Live In Atlanta [single, live] (2006)
Swiss Beats
DC - Destiny Child Slim Thug [Slim Thug] You need to stop playing round with all them clowns and the wangstas Good girls gotta get down with them gangstas Go head girl put some back and some neck up on it While I stand up in the background and check up on it [Chorus] Ohh Boy you looking like you like what you see Won't you come over and check up on it I'm gone let you work up on it Ladies let em check up on it watch it while he check up on it Dip it, pop it, twirk it, stop it, check on me tonight [Verse] If you got it, flaunt it boy I know you want it While I turn around you watch me check up on it Oohhh you watchin me shake it I see it in ya face Ya can't take it, it's blazin you watch me in amazement You can look at it as long as you don't grab it If you don't go braggin I'ma let you have it You think that I'm teasin but I ain't got no reason I'm sure that I can please ya but first I gotta read you [Chorus] Ohh Boy you looking like you like what you see Won't you come over and check up on it I'm gone let you work up on it Ladies let em check up on it watch it while he check up on it Dip it, pop it, twirk it, stop it, check on me tonight [x2] [Verse] I can tell you wanna taste it but I'm gone make you chase it You got to be patient I like my men patient More patience, you take might get you in more places You can't be abrasive have to know to pace it If I let you get up on it you gotta make a promise That you gone put it on me like no ones put it on me Don't bore me, just show me all men talk but don't please I can be a tease but I really wanna please you [Chorus] Ohh Boy you looking like you like what you see Won't you come over and check up on it I'm gone let you work up on it Ladies let em check up on it watch it while he check up on it Dip it, pop it, twirk it, stop it, check on me tonight [x2] [Bun B] I'm checking on you boo, do what chu do And while dance I'ma glance at this beautiful view I'm keep my hands in my pants I need to glue em w/ glue I'm in a trance all eyes on you and your crew Me and my mans don't dance but to feel ya'll bump and grind It won't hurt if you gone try one time They all hot, but let me see this ones mine Its slim thug and DC outta H town [Chorus] Ohh Boy you looking like you like what you see Won't you come over and check up on it I'm gone let you work up on it Ladies let em check up on it watch it while he check up on it Dip it, pop it, twirk it, stop it, check on me tonight [x4] |
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from Sheek Louch - Silverback Gorilla (2008)
[Chorus: x2]
I think we got a problem, got a got a problem I think we got a problem, got a got a problem I think we got a problem, got a got a problem Think we got a problem, think we got a problem [Sheek Louch:] Think we got a problem, mask on, show you how to rob em Revolver, show you how to solve'm Drivin down Harlem, the Aston a problem No tint fishball it ain't hard to spot him Think we got a problem, weed got too much Only thing damn I'm down to my last dutch Think we got a problem, but really it ain't dough There's one of me, and these bitches I count about three four Think we got a problem, the homey just all talk He ain't gon pop a balloon with a pitch fork Think we got a problem in the club with this dogg Rude boy, starks, ladies, everybody [Chorus] [The Game:] Think we got a problem, Game in Manhattan Black on black Aston the 21 strapped in Dominican chick ridin shotty all strapped in Customize the dash on my shotgun strapped in Cops on the shoulder gotta pull a Hova Time to fade to black cause I ain't pullin ova The engine is a problem, that ain't no question Pop the trunk see the speakers kickin' like Beckham Think we got a problem, Sheek know I'm hot Kiss and Styles should make me a member of the Lox I take all the beats I remember how to box If I ever get knocked out, I remember how to pop Remember how to load everything inside my glock Ask the niggas in the hood cause they remember who I shot Think we got a problem, I snitched on myself And I hate rats so I dugg a ditch for myself what [Chorus] [Bun B:] Well it's the king of the trill Bun B'der you know the name And the streets is like the NBA, I love this game Keep a bottle of Henessey, a blunt and that purp With my hand up on my heater, and my killaz on churp You see me one deep in the spot, think I'm slippin', try ya luck Cause I got sixteen homeys with me, that stay ready to buck You can duck dodge or dive, but it won't do diddly skwat But leave ya with a leaky liver and both ya kidneys shot But you may not pimpin' I ain't fin to ask for it My money, my hood or my respect, I'm a blast for it You can't push fast forward, rewind or pause I'm a beat you till you shittin ya draws, so call the laws cause [Chorus] |
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from Drama - Gangsta Grillz : The Album Vol.2 (2009)
Ay, ay, ay
Ooh, woo, ohh, ohh, ohh Ooh, woo, ohh, ohh, ohh Ooh, woo, ohh, ohh, ohh Ooh, woo, ohh, ohh, ohh I got the love for money I gotta have it, the lust for living lavish Gotta get that green paper stacking (Love for money) I, I, I, I gotta have it I, I, I, I got the love for money I, I gotta have it, the lust for living lavish Gotta get that green paper stacking (Love for money) I, I, I, I gotta have it I, I, I, I got the love for money Chillin' with two women, me and mister thanksgiving I'll be some where fly, Thanksgiving goin' swimming While you was wearing snorkels, I was out snorkeling Of course I'm shit on these niggas like porcelain It's more than love with this money I'm infatuated Captivated by the diamonds and capsulated Shooting range in the basement, Olympic size pool With pool table adjacent, I love me some money I stash money fast money Comin' on bumpin' them onions Bunking and crossing the country So, so don't cross me you monkey Sleeping on 50s and 20 Rollin' up onions and hundreds, pulling in porches And phantoms, fancies be throwing their panties Drama and cannon demand it Gucci and Drama they panic Ugh, they sick they vomit Put some more commas in front of it Drama got Gucci he stuntin' Gucci and Drama we done it We got so much money, 'bout our money Some money mo' money, dummy I got the love for money I gotta have it, the lust for living lavish Gotta get that green paper stacking (Love for money) I, I, I, I gotta have it I, I, I, I got the love for money I, I gotta have it, the lust for living lavish Gotta get that green paper stacking (Love for money) I, I, I, I gotta have it I, I, I, I got the love for money Uh, money gotta big house, money got a bad girl Money make you famous, money rule the whole world Money set trends, money is in the Benz Money got associates acting like friends Money, money he owe money money he blow Money got sexy ladies dancing on da pole Money got dem on a stroll, money platinum and gold Money make 'em shake it like Beyonce Knowles Only God knows the things I do for money That's a young fly man Check out them dimensions, 20s, 50s and 100s Don't you make me look good when you see us out stuntin'? Catch a whif, find out that's yo' bitch Catch her pushin' your wheel, then the go and pushing clips She got me going crazy I'm coo coo for boucoup bucks Plus I can't lie, boo, it's only you I love I got the love for money I gotta have it, the lust for living lavish Gotta get that green paper stacking (Love for money) I, I, I, I gotta have it I, I, I, I got the love for money I, I gotta have it, the lust for living lavish Gotta get that green paper stacking (Love for money) I, I, I, I gotta have it I, I, I, I got the love for money I'm 'bout my instrument, I'm 'bout my doe I'm on my hustle (Man) You already know. I'm getting stacks, I'm hitting lick I'm packing pounds and bagging bricks You got them [unverified], I gotta laugh You talking Oz but selling halves Where your connect? How much you got? That's all he holdin'? Man, I buy him out I got the love for money I gotta have it, the lust for living lavish Gotta get that green paper stacking (Love for money) I, I, I, I gotta have it I, I, I, I got the love for money I, I gotta have it, the lust for living lavish Gotta get that green paper stacking (Love for money) I, I, I, I gotta have it I, I, I, I got the love for money |
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from Pitbull - M.I.A.M.I. (2004)
(feat. Bun B)
We gon take it from the bottom (M-I-A-M-I to Houston!!) H-town! Pitbull, Bun B.. My dogg Demi, keep ya head up, I gotchu, I promise! All my chicos, I gotchu, I promise! Miami, I gotchu, I promise!! I'ma take over this bitch! I promise!! So get ready mothafuckaz, this is not a game!! (Eeeeeeeyooooouuu!!!!!) (Verse 1) (Pitbull) I'm from the dirty dirty, where a lot of these cats mix the weed With the coke and blow dirty, we're off the chain meng Rap game, crack game, cut it, cook it, chop it, record it Album shop it, its all the same thang Y'all look at these blue skies and think paradise I look at these blue skies, and think what a disguise That's why its called the "Magic City", it's a treat to your eyes Cross the bridge and it'll fuck with ya mind Word of advice don't follow the streets, follow the signs Cuz the last thing you wanna do is get lost, cause it might just cost ya life Y'all heard about the smash-&-grabs so watch where you put the map on the dash cause they might end up clapping ya ass Why you think the traffic lights, they blink at late night They don't want you to stop cause the streets'll be filled wit red stripes Like Jamaican beer, we fry 'em like bacon here yo life'll get taken here, I just thought I should make it clear! Yeah!! (Chorus) Everything we do is dirty!!!! We pull up in the drop, it's dirty!! We pound that twat, dirty!! Miami!!!, we're dirty! Where they lace 'em, roll 'em, smoke 'em and blow 'em dirty! Guns they hold 'em, if they clean dogg, we make 'em dirty! (Repeat 2x) (Verse 2) (Bun B) Straight up outta Texas, the reckless, PA to be exact Where the streets is cutthroat and fiends kill you for a G of crack 8 g's and cadillacs, chevys cut on the deltas might swang up on ya then hurt ya, nobody here gon help ya 2000 heltah skelta, talking bout families and killers vicious like silver-back guerillas see then peel ya niggaz down here ain't tryna feel ya, see ya, hear ya, know ya serve ya, for ya or for ya (Feel it!!!) You pussy niggaz been hatin on us for too long So we finna prove you wrong, teach you hoes a new song (thats whats up) Cuz the time is now (now), the place is here (here) I could smell you scared nigga, I could taste your fear Go make it clear and move the smoke outta yo eyes So that when everything go down, it won't be no kind of surprise And I got no time for yo lies (No time for lies!!), save 'em for peter Just remember my name, I'm facing my heater (BITCH!), let's get it dirty! (Chorus) Everything we do is dirty!!!! We pull up in the drop, it's dirty!! We pound that twat, dirty!! Miami!!!, we're dirty! Where they lace 'em, roll 'em, smoke 'em and blow 'em dirty! Guns they hold 'em, if they clean dogg, we make 'em dirty! (Repeat 2x) (Verse 3) (Pitbull) These boys from the bottom are obsessed with old school chevys We call 'em verts and donks, some we call box chevys Seven-duece, seven-trey, seven-four, seven-five M-I-A-M-I till I die, 3-0-5!!! Candy paint and leather, they don't fuck wit nothing but dubs or better Y'all call 'em street sweepers, we call 'em choppers Cuz when the bullets spit they spin like helicopters This city's filled with crooked coppers and crooked doctors So how could these streets not be filled with crooked bitches and niggaz cocaine cooking brick flipping bitches trippin for figures This Cuban has seen it, heard about it and lived it that's why I spit it so vivid, you got it, I want it, you give it This is for everybody in county, TGK, Metro West and Stockade Doing time And if you got more than 365 and you're up the road rep MIA with pride, That's right!!! (Chorus) Everything we do is dirty!!!! We pull up in the drop, it's dirty!! We pound that twat, dirty!! Miami!!!, we're dirty! Where they lace 'em, roll 'em, smoke 'em and blow 'em dirty! Guns they hold 'em, if they clean dogg, they make 'em dirty! (Repeat 2x) |
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from Wale - Attention Deficit (2009)
[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 |
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from Chalie Boy - I Look Good [Dirty Version] [single, remix] (2009)
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!) |
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from Gucci Mane - The State Vs. Radric Davis (2009)
Hook
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 |
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| from U-N-I - A Love Supreme 2.0 [remix] (2010) | |||||
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from Royce Da 5'9" - Street Hop (Deluxe) (2010)
[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) |
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| from N.O.R.E. - S.O.R.E (2009) | |||||
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| from Snoop Dogg - Snoop Dogg Presents My #1 Priority (2010) | |||||
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| from Akon - Lockdown, Part. 2 (2010) | |||||
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from Usher - Versus [ep] (2010)
Yeah, Usher baby, you cant really fuck with me This club is crowded we should go teddy got room But I got more (more) room ain't enough come on baby girl that's whats up (That's what's up) one more drink and we ready to cut you tuggin my front I'm squeezin ya but you ain't gone finish don't start no stuff, Don't start no stuff, I know you wanna leave with me, You wanna be seen with me and I cant lie girl you fine as hell And I might let you be with me, I know you wanna come with me, Come take a ride with me don't be shy girl least not to night girl [Chorus:] Club is crowded we should go teddy got room but I got more (more) room Ain't enough come on baby girl that's whats up (that's what's up) One more drink and we ready to cut you tuggin my front I'm squeezin ya But you ain't gone finish don't start no stuff, don't start no stuff, Theres too many woman here to waste all my time on you, Oh what ya gonna do girl, I know I can have any one of you if I choose I... I choose you I choose I say ay you get in my car, Get in my car you know you wanna ride That yo girl lookin at me, be cool where y'all wanna be, Me on you her on me, if you feelin free we can do it three, Don't put the covers on us, girl gon make ya mind up Come back to my crib get ya feet up, Make love til its kids kids kids kids kids [Chorus:] Club is crowded we should go teddy got room but I got more (more) room Ain't enough come on baby girl that's whats up (that's what's up) One more drink and we ready to cut you tuggin my front I'm squeezin ya But you ain't gone finish don't start no stuff, don't start no stuff, Theres too many woman here to waste all my time on you, Oh what ya gonna do girl, I know I can have any one of you if I choose I... I choose you I choose I say ay you get in my car, Get in my car you know you wanna ride The club look jumpin what about after the car lookin fly What about ya trousers when the door lift up and it lay back down When it push back start and it hit one mile when the bar shut down And its no more drinking I know how ya feelin know what ya thinkin Usher got in the same club only if ya Had a better fit up in the weekend only If I had that ill break ten I aint got time to be waitin on ya I'm Yo gotti baby feel like the whole world waitin on ya different swag Different trill pay for tags different bill perfect smile different Grill loui shades they for real same pola different hood black pola Matchin hood green money rubberbands but guess I'm understood wassup Was hannin was up was hannin wassup was hannin was up was hannin I say hey you get in my car get in my car you know you wanna ride [Chorus] Club is crowded we should go teddy got room but I got more (more) Room aint enough come on baby girl that's whats up (that's what's up) One more drink and we ready to cut you tuggin my front I'm squeezin Ya but you ain't gone finish don't start no stuff, don't start no stuff, Theres too many woman here to waste all my time on you, Oh what ya gonna do girl, I know I can have any one of you if I choose I... I choose you I choose I say ay you get in my car, Get in my car you know you wanna ride |
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from Diplo - Decent Work For Decent Pay (2009)
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 |
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| from Redman - Redman Presents...Reggie [Explicit Version] (2010) | |||||
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| from Yelawolf - Trunk Muzik 0-60 (2010) | |||||
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| from La Coka Nostra - A Brand You Can Trust (2009) | |||||
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| from Sheek Louch - Donnie G: Don Gorilla (2010) | |||||
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from Travis Barker - Give The Drummer Some [Deluxe Explicit Version] (2011)
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] |
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from Travis Barker - Give The Drummer Some [Deluxe Explicit Version] (2011)
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] |
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| from Yo Gotti - The King Of Memphits (2011) | |||||
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from E-40 - Revenue Retrievin' - Graveyard Shift (2011)
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 Chorus till end |
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from DJ Khaled - We The Best Forever [Explicit Version] (2011)
[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 [T-Pain - Chorus] |
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from Lil' Wayne - Tha Carter IV (2011)
[Smoking]
What Up Doe? Hahah. Yes, This Is The End Of No Celings. I hope you enjoyed it. I really do. And like I said it was all for you, Thank you I appreciate you, Everything about you. And again this WAS and IS... No Ceilings. Yeah. This is just a message, your beat ain't safe. Hahahah. Yeah, I just like to have fun. And so, to ask me, Why did I do this? Why do you keep- Why do you give out free music? Why do you do this? Why-Why? Because I'm Weezy, hah. I-I-I-I I'm different, I have plenty of it. So, it's nothing for me to... Share. Hahah. Priceless. That's why it's free. Yeah. No Ceilings! Please don't forget the F. Yeahh. Young Money! |
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